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Whining! Whining!

The vast horn sounded, and under the confident gaze of Jieli Khan, 30,000 Turkic cavalry charged, and the momentum was earth-shattering, as if dark clouds were pressing straight over.

In the Central Plains, 30,000 cavalry is indeed a considerable force, and if it is an elite soldier, it is enough to fight in the world.

But in the Turks, it's just ordinary.

Because the Turks claim to have millions of people who control the strings.

As the name suggests, those who can shoot arrows when they pick up a weapon are considered to be the ones who control the strings.

Wring out the moisture, there are roughly half a million available fighters.

If you twist it again, there are about more than 200,000 elites.

This terrible lineup is the capital of Jieli Khan's army to the south this time.

All the elite soldiers, the power that swept the world, at first the Central Plains soldiers saw it, and they all had two fighting forces.

But Dou Jiande and Li Jing were stunned to hold on.

What was used was the defense line left by the Northern Qi Dynasty in the past, which was specifically aimed at the Turkic cavalry, which made it return again and again in vain.

But it also came at a cost.

One after another lives fell under the rain of arrows that shook the bowstring, and everyone's fists were clenched every time the corpses were collected in a great battle.

But they have to be patient, they have to defend.

Wait until the Central Plains are unified.

Wait until a new and powerful dynasty rises.

At that point, it's time for revenge.

It will go from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, to the Sui Dynasty, and then to the present......

In the past hundreds of years, the Turks have burned, killed and looted the borders of the Central Plains!

Even the hatred of the old days is counted!

Let's finish!

And now, it's finally time to wait for that day.

It's no longer a shrinkage.

Li Jing led 20,000 cavalry to meet the battle.

At this moment, in the face of the overwhelming torrent, Li Jing's eyes fell on the ground.

Not afraid, on the contrary, he looked at the regularly bouncing stones on the ground and stroked his long beard.

That calm and calm appearance infected everyone.

Even Song Que looked at this "wise sword", and his eyes couldn't help but show admiration.

In terms of personal force, although Li Jing is also a grandmaster, he is weak in the Seven Swords, and he is not as good as Song Que.

But the other party's method of training, even Song Que had to bow down.

Seeing the benefits is ahead, knowing the difficulties and leaving, the wind is galloping, and it is not constant.

These 16-character guidelines are Li Jing's basic method for training cavalry.

Even if Song Que is more imaginative in terms of strategy, but in terms of training cavalry, the limit of what can be done is like this.

But on this basis, Li Jing trained light cavalry, and was able to eat and drink, all the same, long before the decisive battle between the two sides, he sent several cavalry into the grassland, but when the Turks saw those Central Plains cavalry, they actually suspected that they were from the tribes on the grassland.

This Song is out of reach.

Historically, he also relied on this method to lead 3,000 light horsemen deep into the steppe, captured Jieli Khan in the Turkic king's tent, and destroyed the Eastern Turks.

And in this battle, Song Que also wanted to participate in the war, but was politely rejected by Li Jing because the southern cavalry was unsuitable.

In fact, soil and water adaptation is a problem, but it is not serious.

This is the world of Zhongwu, the physical fitness of the individual is far stronger than the real history, and now it is summer again, otherwise the southerners will fall first when they come to the icy and snowy north.

So the real reason is still not good.

"Kill!"

At this time, when the Turkic cavalry was exactly a thousand steps away from here, Li Jing waved his hand, and rode in the lead, full of confident high-pitched voice, which spread through the ears of every Central Plains soldier.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, an army of 20,000 followed Li Jing to kill, and the kind of brave and fierce momentum was exactly the same as that of the Turkic elite cavalry.

Well-equipped is far more than that.

For in addition to the bow and crossbow on their backs, the weapon in their hands was a long sword.

Mo knife!

The Mo knife in history, originally cast in the Han Dynasty, was cast by Shang Fang Ling, for the use of the royal family, that is, the commonly known Shang Fang sword, to the Tang Dynasty, called the Mo knife as a horse sword, in the Song Dynasty and changed to a horse sword.

After Lu Miaozi's improvement, the Mo knife, in addition to being consistent in the use of cutting horses, has changed, from the infantry to the infantry and cavalry, each with its own length and short specifications, and the most important thing is the conductivity of true qi.

The soldiers of this world were not like the Heavenly Dragon World, they were just ordinary people with slightly stronger bodies, and in the rich environment of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, even if they couldn't cultivate the upper-level martial arts, they had also practiced True Qi.

In this way, when Lu Miaozi made the Mo knife, he also paid attention to the conductivity of the true qi, even if it was limited by materials and costs, the conduction of true qi was far less than the real upper-level weapon, but when it was infused into the blade, there were only four words to describe -

Invincible.

At this moment, the light cavalry trained by Li Jing is completely no different from the Turkic people who have been skilled in archery since childhood, but the discipline is already too strong, and what is even more terrifying is the moment when the short arms meet.

The Turks had hideous faces, horses' hooves trampled wildly, and the sky shook with a roar, and they rushed over.

They were greeted by a long, slender knife.

The Central Plains army raised its hand and waved forward in unison.

Swish!

The tide appears!

Blood Wave!

The knife is to kill the horse, but when it is really swung out, the horse and the people are killed together.

And the cavalry of the first row swung three swords in succession, immediately slowing down the horse, and in the staggering between the horses, the cavalry of the second row took over.

And then in turn.

Looking down from above, the entire army is like an unstoppable river, pushing forward.

And the broken limbs and broken arms of those people and horses are like waves of red flames rising up......

The screams came and went, and then disappeared.

There seemed to be silence between heaven and earth, but it was only the feeling of Jieli Khan in extreme shock.

Just because in front of his eyes, the corpses are like mountains, and the blood flows like rivers, dyeing the grassland into a red battlefield.

The vultures in the sky couldn't wait to fly down, for fear that the bloody heads would be crushed by the horses' hooves.

There is practically no shortage of food for vultures at all.

Fragments are scattered and stacked layer by layer.

It's all Turkic.

Obviously, in the previous battle, they were still pressing the Central Plains people to fight, and the other party was completely defending by the city wall, which was already in danger.

Why is it that the situation has turned out to be like this!

An incomparably bloody scene, not to mention the Turkic Khan and the leaders of the various tribes, even the generals of the Central Plains trembled when they saw it.

The former is fear.

The latter is excitement.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

When listening to the voice below, Liu Wuming and the others felt the changes in heaven and earth, and sighed: "Sure enough, the battle of the Turkic destruction is the time when the circle begins to shrink. ”

For the shrinkage of this world, I am afraid that all reincarnators are mentally prepared, after all, compared to the evil king's punishment on behalf of the heavens, the wear and tear required for the shrinkage of the world consciousness is smaller.

It doesn't make sense.

But this is the most difficult test for everyone in the camp of the Covenant Chamber of Commerce.

Liu Wuming, Invincible, and four members of the elite team, plus "one" Gu Xue, only seven people, have to face the more than forty reincarnators gathered under the command of the Bounty Guild.

Under normal circumstances, when the circle shrinks to the point where the two sides face each other head-on, it is the time of death.

Fortunately, the Contractor Chamber of Commerce has the "Blue Emperor", which is a killer move that is invincible.

Even if it only lasts for seven minutes.

After losing the "venom" and "G virus", there is still the last "T virus" that is the most diffuse.

As the hole cards that end together.

That's the most life-saving thing.

It's just that she still doesn't feel safe.

Because there is an evil king.

An evil king who is moody, guides the reincarnation when he is kind, and exterminates the reincarnation when he is dark, and cannot be speculated by logic at all.

So at this time, I came to the Turkic camp, which was to carry out the final layout.

"You must find a way to crack the Mo Knife!"

"If it doesn't work, kill Pei Ju, as long as he dies, the Central Plains will inevitably be torn apart again!"

Inside the Golden Horde, Jieli Khan's eyes were bloodshot, but when a fairy in white floated in, his eyes were first stunned, and then full of desire.

He's so nervous, he's going to vent.

What's more, even if there is no unparalleled pressure brought by the Central Plains, no one can withstand watching this white-clothed fluttering, like a peerless beauty like a fairy!

Looking at the eyes of the barbarians who did not hide their greed, Liu Wuming lifted his glasses and thought of his former self.

It was a spring season, he combed his hair to look like an adult, put on a handsome suit, and went on a date with his aunt.

After getting to know each other, mainly to give Valentine's Day gifts from one year old to eighteen years old, the two began a formal relationship.

Half an hour later, he was walking in the clouds.

After walking for three minutes, it was lowered.

Although it is not long, it is still worth remembering.

But the more he misses it, the more Liu Wuming feels worthless for this Gu Shot.

was originally a peerless goddess, but in order to survive, she was forced to this point, but it was impossible to turn back.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

To get back to the point, Jieli Khan has no chance to walk in the clouds.

For this is a mortal man.

For those who are bound to die, even if it is the current Gu blood shot, he will not even be stingy with a look.

Her targets here are Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin.

When a mighty force, equivalent to the coercion of the shattered void, directly suppressed Jieli Khan to lower his noble head, the fairy's cold words moved the two great masters:

"The Desert Temple has appeared, and it contains the secret of breaking the limit of life and breaking the void, and there is the last guardian power of the grassland tribes!"

Fairies come.

The fairy walks.

Took away the two Grand Masters.

And Liu Wuming's eyes also brightened.

"The place of our final decisive battle is in the Temple of the God of War!"

"As for the Turks, let them perish!"

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Whining! Whining!

The sound of the vast horn sounded again, and the Central Plains army marched in unison, and when they rumbled closer, they watched the big banner flutter and a five-clawed golden dragon flying on it, and the Jieli Khan and the tribal leaders under his command all stiffened.

Because seeing that big flag, it means that the Mo knife that made the Turkic soul fly away will be cut down again with the momentum of piercing the sky.

These days, they have been broken and killed.

Li Jing's training does not pay attention to the ever-changing, but eats all over the world with one move.

Riding and shooting are unparalleled, and Mo knives are invincible.

The same tactics, repeated use, the Turks either do not fight, or fight or lose!

Fail! Fail! Fail!

300,000 elites, in just half a month, lost 50,000 people.

This kind of heavy loss, under normal circumstances, is already a fiasco of demoralization.

But when Bi Xuan left, he made it clear that the appearance of the desert temple was the turning point of the Turkic fortune.

In the past, the "Wild Thunder" Hezer got the opportunity from it and was promoted to the Great Grandmaster, and then Bi Xuan also witnessed the temple with his own eyes, and finally took a step forward and stepped into the realm of the Great Grandmaster.

In the hearts of the Turks, this is a miracle from the heavens.

At this time, there is no doubt that it has come to turn the tide.

So what is needed now is persistence.

They really have no way back.

After all, the opponent facing now is no longer the former emperor of the Central Plains or a prince.

It was the "old friend" of the Turks, who buried the "Wild Thunder" Hezer with one hand, split the Turkic Empire with the other, and forced the Turks to dare not invade south for decades.

Now it is the real number one in the world.

At this moment, Jieli Khan gathered his eyes, saw that person, came out of the crowd, and came to the front of the military formation.

He wears a white robe and does not need any gold thread embellishment, just as he guards the common people and educates all people.

"Holy Monarch!"

"Holy Monarch!"

"Holy Monarch!"

The next moment, the army of the Central Plains, the mountains shouted a tsunami.

It's a rather bizarre, but very fitting name.

According to other emperors, if they dominate the world, they must be eager to ascend to the throne of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, the Son of Heaven.

But Pei Ju didn't.

He personally went to the battlefield outside the Cypriot Fortress.

Take the lead, personally take risks, work together, and fight for the lives of the three armies.

When the supreme leader is on the front line, he only needs to be responsible for all dispatches, and he does not need to ask for instructions at all levels, which will delay the fighter plane, and he can make decisions immediately in the event of any sudden change, how terrible is this kind of army?

This is a truth that any general understands, but the emperor is on a personal expedition, and how many people can go to the battlefield in person?

Being able to command in the rear is already a huge encouragement to the morale of the army, and what I am most afraid of is that like Yang Guang, he is so happy with his achievements, and he does not have the military ability to experience a hundred battles, so he commands blindly.

The Ninety-Five Supreme, who holds the supreme power of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, is an invincible commander who is proficient in tactics and has experienced a hundred battles.

And this one is different.

Although he himself is not an invincible commander, he can teach the most outstanding disciples in different fields, and he is proficient in all schools of thought, all-encompassing.

At this time, behind Pei Ju, there were seven people riding out.

Jinyang Academy.

Seven Swords of the Academy.

"Wisdom Sword" Shang Mingyue.

"Jun Sword" Jun Sword.

"Crazy Sword" Pei Yuanqing.

"Wisdom Sword" Li Jing.

"Shang Jian" Shang Xiuxun.

"Xiao Jian" Lin Yijiang.

"Spirit Sword" Dugu Feng.

After them came all the factions of the world.

Decency!

Ning Daoqi, Song Que, Shi Feixuan, You Chuhong, Dou Jiande, Li Mi, Shi Long, Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling......

Demon Gate!

Changsun Sheng, Wan Wan, You Niaoti, Jin Huanzhen, Zhou Laosi, Ding Jiuzhong, Zhang Lihua, Wen Caiting, Danmei, An Long......

When Cihang Jing Coffee Master and Yin Sect Leader each led a group of the most powerful disciples to Yu Yan, representing the most luxurious lineup in the world.

Grandmaster's personal guard.

"Fight!"

At this moment, Pei Ju stretched out his hand, and the purple thunder sword fell between his five fingers, pointing diagonally at the sky.

There is no tirade, no pre-war mobilization, and no need for a shameful declaration.

A simple word, such as Hong Zhong Da Lu, shook everyone's hearts and made the blood surging to the extreme in an instant.

Destroy the enemy in a war.

From this day on, the Turks will cease to exist.

Everyone felt this belief, and then Pei Ju rode Bai Gongzi and began to charge.

The Grandmaster's personal guards and tens of thousands of light horsemen began to charge.

In the earth-shaking sound of horses' hooves stepping on the ground, the most psychic Bai Gongzi, who was snow-white and the most psychic, almost arrived in front of the Turkic position eight hundred steps in the blink of an eye.

"Kill him! Kill him! ”

Jieli Khan suddenly became excited.

This is certainly the blessing of the Immortal Heavens.

A godsend! What a godsend!

"Roar!"

At his command, all the Turkic warriors in the front line bent their bows and arrows, and the bowstrings sounded.

Thousands of arrows roared out of the hideous roar of death, shooting obliquely into the sky at a uniform angle, and then drawing a beautiful parabola, with the momentum of burning clouds and splitting the sky, falling towards Pei Ju's inevitable path.

"Die! Die! Die...... No! That's impossible! ”

Jieli Khan gritted his teeth, jumped up and down, and no longer had the Khan demeanor of the past.

But the next moment, a scene that made him unbelievable and even disheartened happened.

Pei Ju looked up and looked up.

Then the arrows stopped.

The arrows in the sky, as if fixed by an invisible force, stopped in mid-air.

Wow!

Bai Gongzi made an excited voice, as if he was also proud of the master's prestige, and his speed increased one more point, and he rushed directly into the Turkic army formation.

A terrible scream rang out, the flowers of blood bloomed, and the Turkic warriors were stunned.

Because this man is holding a horse lance, he just wields it casually, and each stroke is a hundred meters longitudinal and horizontal.

This is like the palm of the gods, fiddling with the small chess pieces on the table at will, it doesn't take much effort, it's just scattered.

And the chess pieces are dead things, but they are living people.

So it can only be turned from life to death.

Jieli Khan watched dumbfounded, Pei Ju swept all the way like this, avoiding the Chinese army, and the whole person walked leisurely, as if he was assigning homework in the academy.

This is no longer a human martial art.

It is the divine power given by the immortal heaven.

No, it's not that exaggerated, it's just tearing open the Immortal Heaven and shattering the void!

The most iconic feature of reaching this step is that one person is the enemy and one army!

The Eagle can do it, it is the first time to enter this realm, and the incarnation of the evil king has been completed in this realm.

The effects of the two are completely different.

What's more, now behind this Holy Monarch, there is also the Grandmaster's personal guard!

Hundreds of Grandmasters, turned into guards protecting the Holy Monarch, rushed over.

It is indescribable that invincible momentum, like a hundred wind and thunder, pierced into the Turkic army array.

Under this powerful impact beyond imagination, the Turkic military array, like a broken embankment before a storm, was torn apart by only one face.

Then there was the splattering of flesh and blood, and the wailing was all over the field.

This is a sharp knife, seemingly unstoppable, but in fact it is impossible to slaughter the enemy.

But the mission is accomplished, and once the vanguard has smashed the hard shell of its opponent, it's time to reap the rewards.

Because the Central Plains army is coming.

The blade shone brightly, shimmering with cold light, and sliced leisurely through the scattered Turkic soldiers in the front layer.

Mo knife!

It's a simple slash, slash, slash, slash.

Under the leadership of the Seven Swords, Iron Hoof stepped out of the most hearty rhythm, rising and falling in the roar of killing, and soaring on the blood-boiling grassland.

The blood spread wildly, all the way, bravely slashed and killed, directly under the formation of the Turkic army, and forcibly tore a rift.

And then there was the slaughter.

"Desert Temple, where is the protection of the Immortal Heaven? Where the hell is it? ”

Jieli Khan's body was shaky, and when he reached out and touched it, he burst into tears.

Everything in front of me is like a nightmare,

In other words, Pei Ju has always been a Turkic nightmare.

Only now, the nightmare returns.

Fortunately, after this war, there will be no more dreams.

The Holy Monarch is out.

Exterminate the Turks.

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(Write 5,000 words with your mobile phone, your fingers feel bad, you are harmed by the computer today, less than 12,000, go buy a new computer tomorrow, if it goes well, strive for three more and 15,000.) ）