Sand!

Gobi!

Blood!

Corpses!

In the midst of it, there is neither romance nor any beauty at all.

Seeing that after a brave man and horse were killed, he still rushed up dozens of meters with more than ten long arrows, and slashed the saber in his hand heavily on the cornerstone of the arrow platform, Lao Ba couldn't help sighing, but didn't say anything.

In the face of this sudden change, the old clan's means of dealing with it were not complicated: several other arrow towers hundreds of meters away immediately divided several feathered arrows and shot at the man who had fallen to the ground, and in an instant, the arrows of the elite Korean crossbowman attacked all parts of this person without dead ends.

It's just that the sound of the sharp arrow entering the flesh is loud, but the man doesn't move again, it turns out that when he cut off the knife, the breath in his chest also dissipated, and at this time he has already become one of the many corpses, sleeping on this Gobi.

As far as the eye can see, there are such corpses almost everywhere in a range of several kilometers. Brown blood poured into the barren land, and several seriously wounded and undead war horses struggled reluctantly, touching their masters with their heads day and night, and in the painful and hoarse roar, the whole Gobi seemed empty and desolate.

Preparing for a long journey of lost dogs is less like a war and more like a one-sided slaughter.

Even if they die, no one retreats after all, they have already crossed the boundary of life and death, and they have passed through thousands of miles of no man's land with a loss of one in ten, and now even if they die here, there is no way back.

All the way north, there is death and no life.

On the steppe, Geldan is already the Khan King who controls everything. This small tribe called Itr also numbered in the hundreds of thousands, and was humiliated simply for not meeting the emissary's requirements during the third expedition. After the two young men rose up and killed the two messengers, the entire tribe was devastated, and the elderly, weak, women and children were not even 100,000 people who were actually driven into the desert. At this time, there were only more than 10,000 people left who could reach the outskirts of the old camp, and after making the last struggle against fate with their stumps, all the staff were explained here.

Whether it is a hero or a coward, there is actually no difference in the final result, and the dying struggle of more than 10,000 elites of Ittel has caused very little damage to the old clan.

Except for the outermost layer of the arrow tower that received some damage, the old clan lost no more than a few dozen people in battle.

"Don't be a pity, this clan is too large to be more than we can accept, and even if the advisors under Geldan's command are not top-notch, they won't make a mistake in this regard." Zhao Gao looked at the eighth child's constipated expression, and then looked at a few thin figures in the distance, and said helplessly.

Those few people are the last characters in the Itel tribe. This tribe is insignificant in history, so Zhao Gao didn't see any historical figures appear, and the highest of these plot characters is the plot B-level, and most of the damage of the old clan is also the result of being hit head-on by the skills of these people.

"I know that." Lao Ba grinned disappretently, smiled and continued, "According to the information that Linglong brought over, everyone who remains in this tribe has a bloody feud on them, and it is impossible for them to farm with us in peace, and they are completely different from the survivors we have accepted scattered. ”

More than 10,000 people, if fully accepted, it is difficult to guarantee that these people will not disagree, and then it will not only be time-consuming and energy-consuming, but also bring all kinds of trouble; If you don't accept it, it is equivalent to cutting off the basic conditions for negotiating with these people, killing some and leaving some is even more dead, and the character of the eighth child may be sloppy in details, but in this judgment of the overall situation, it is not much inferior to Zhao Gao.

It's just that such a tragic situation happened in front of me, and it would be impossible if there was no emotion in my heart: in this troubled world, these hundreds of thousands of lives were treated as a chess piece, and Geldan used such a simple means to easily measure the authenticity of the defense circle of the old clan.

After Zhao Gao's meticulous arrangement at every moment in the past ten years, the ability of this defensive circle to cooperate with each other when attacked has been perfected, and there are almost no weak points on the entire front.

This is where Zhao Gao's confidence lies in the strength of the envoys of Geldan in the face, this time, it is equivalent to giving the Dzungar Khanate a perfect answer to the old people's gentle strategy - but this answer is too cruel, and the corpses and endless blood on the ground have penetrated into every cent of the land.

As for the feelings of the Itels, they were subconsciously ignored.

"What are you going to do with those people? Not good! Lao Ba just wanted to sigh, but he followed Zhao Gao's gaze and saw those people who were getting closer and closer, only to find that each of them had an indifferent determination on their faces.

Without the tribes, their existence has no basic meaning.

So at this moment, they instead let go of all their shackles, and purely as individuals, they exerted their unique outstanding combat effectiveness belonging to the plot characters.

With the power of an ancestor released by the voices of the old eight, the outermost circle of an arrow tower was swept away in an instant. Although the blueprints of the arrow tower were no less than B-level after being repaired by Zhao Gao's low-level rules, in the face of these people's death-seeking skills, they were instantly scattered into stones.

This is exactly the same as the damage caused to the old clan in the battle just now, but at that time, when the old eight was about to jump down to stop it, he was stopped by Zhao Gao, so even if he was screaming in his mouth now, his body was still firmly standing in place.

Seeing that the second skill was about to attack, he just wanted to say something, but found that as soon as Zhao Gao waved his hand, the least commonly used skill, "Soul Concussion", flew out, and after crossing an unimaginable distance, it accurately fell on these people.

The last remnants of the Itel tribe seemed to have the sound of a giant bell ringing in their ears, and a feeling of nausea that permeated from the bottom of their hearts temporarily disconnected their souls and bodies, and they couldn't help but vomit wildly under the dizziness.

Instantaneous! Far cast range! Spell Penetration Effect! Control beyond imagination......

Who can understand that this is just a B-level skill? I don't know how many rules Zhao Gao, a pervert, added to it to achieve this effect.

Lao Ba complained frantically in his heart, and at the same time, he did not hesitate to ask his own questions, if he shot by himself when the Itel army attacked just now, then there would be no loss at all.

"There is no need, the commander-in-chief has to look at the overall situation, and if he participates in the war, he will fall behind." Zhao Gao didn't stop at all when he spoke. Although his skill system is complex, there are really not many direct attacks, and even this "soul shock" is dominated by field control.

It's just that it doesn't make sense to say this now, because the old eight clearly saw that the heads of those who were hit by the skill began to have red letters on their heads, and the speed of blood loss was no less than that of the attack skill.

By this time, he had become numb. Compared to the previous effects, it seems to be easier to add some offensive rules to drop some health.

"Let's go!" Zhao Gao didn't look at the Ittel people who had fallen to the ground, several new and old clansmen who were not afraid of death in the outer circle had been carefully surrounded, according to the general rules of the world, killing these people with Zhao Gao's current level would definitely not be able to lose their hair, but the outcasts who were like beggars outside could always pull down a little benefit.

Sure enough, after a long time, a flash of golden light flashed, and the lucky one who finally killed one of them at the cost of the lives of the previous few people successfully advanced to the Great Elite Template. For him, his whole life will be turned upside down.

This made the eighth child seem to have a hint of abruptness: this seems to be the meaning of hard work.

In the troubled times, life is like a mustard, and if you want to live better, you can only be qualified if you work hard.

This is true for this homeless person, but why not for the old clan and Zhao Gao? It's just that the desperate levels and postures are different.

"Linglong's answer sheet, I don't know how you are doing?" Lao Ba muttered and followed Zhao Gao back.