When a white horse, with a trail of blood, returns to the tribe.

The tribesmen of the Jurchen tribe seemed to have a premonition that a nightmare was approaching.

They roared and picked up their scimitars, stepped on their horses, and in an instant formed an elite cavalry.

This is the characteristic of the alien race outside the border, all the people are soldiers, and they can fight on horseback. In addition to women and children, even teenage children have picked up swords and have skillful riding skills.

Before Zhou Xingzu led the army to the tribe, he looked at the herdsmen who were about to become a battle array, and his eyes flashed: "It is worthy of the Jurchen tribe, a tribe of five hundred households, and it can make up more than four hundred cavalry." ”

"Rush, keep rushing."

"Directly step on this tribe,"

Under Zhou Xingzu's order, the five thousand iron horsemen behind him suddenly accelerated their horse speed and killed the Jurchen tribe.

If you look closely, these 5,000 cavalry have lost some familiar faces compared to when they left the pass. But everyone's face, in addition to the dust, is more vicious.

Because during this period of war outside the Guan, Zhou Xingzu followed a principle towards foreign races.

Whoever is above the wheels is killed.

Under the rolling heads, this group of elite iron riders was fed into a group of vicious wolves.

Killing has become instinct for them.

Not only did he not feel a trace of uneasiness, but he began to enjoy the process of killing.

"There are no cowardly men in the Harlan Ministry, we are proud eagles."

"Immortal Heaven is above, and we will surely defeat the devil in the future."

As the first warrior of the Harlan Ministry, Harun Daying is a middle-aged man, and the scar on his face is a proof that he fought off the wolves alone, and it is the glory of his life.

And his status in the tribe is only inferior to that of the chieftain, which is equivalent to the highest military commander.

With his shouting, the men of the whole tribe followed him and galloped, trying to divide into two sides, draw their bows, and mount and shoot.

"Kill all the devils in this group of Han people!"

Harendain swung his scimitar and slashed through the armor of one of the cavalrymen.

In the dictionary of the alien race outside the gate, there is no word for escape at all.

Because once they lose their pastures, they will not survive the cold winter, and the only thing that awaits the entire tribe is destruction. So no matter how strong the enemy is, they can only hit it headlong.

Zhou Xingzu couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he saw a Jurchen in leather armor who took the lives of several cavalrymen with a bold sword.

Shen Lian, who was standing beside him, immediately understood what he meant, stepped forward, drew his long sword, and killed Harondaying.

"Good come, Han devil."

"It's a pity ......"

Harun Daying followed Shen Lian's sword, but before the second sentence was finished, he was stabbed off his war horse.

After more than a year of training, Shen Lian's martial arts have already touched the level of transforming strength.

belongs to the pinnacle of internal strength, and he may break through at any time and win this ordinary master of internal strength, and he definitely doesn't need to go through the three swords.

And after the death of the first warrior of the tribe, the remaining alien cavalry all had a bewildered expression on their faces. was soon killed by the iron cavalry under Zhou Xingzu's helmet.

"Kill sheep and cut meat, set fire to corpses."

"Those who are above the wheels, kill them all."

There was no need for Zhou Xingzu's order, after the battle, the generals in the cavalry spontaneously began to dispose of these trophies in accordance with the procedure.

I saw that the sheep in the tribe were all killed and put down.

The soldiers took the meat and distributed it to everyone as a new ration.

It only needs to be grilled over a fire during the meal, and it is the most delicious food.

The survivors of the tribe were tied with hemp rope and pressed next to a bucket cart. Anyone who was taller than the wooden wheel was cut off one by one, and after a while, blood stained the grassland red.

Until they died, these people looked at the slain lamb with a distressed expression on their faces.

Zhou Xingzu looked at the cruel and bloody picture, and there was not too much expression on his face. Not to mention the ancient times in the movie world, even in modern times. If you are not of my race, your heart will be different, which is also an eternal truth.

Different peoples can never be peaceful, and they are born to be rivals to the death.

Is a trade war not a war?

The death toll of the Great Depression is far more violent than a war.

Feed the war with war, and leave no trouble.

It was his strategy for this out-of-customs operation.

Relying on the map in his hand, several tribes he had passed through before were exterminated according to this strategy.

Therefore, in the grassland outside the pass, rumors gradually spread that there was a devil haunting.

Fortunately, these aliens have long been accustomed to the cruel war on the grassland, and they do not have the slightest fear when they watch their compatriots die. On the contrary, he showed more expressions to the lambs who were killed.

"The Jurchen tribe is indeed more courageous."

"A tribe of 500 households, in the eyes of the Khitan and Mongols, is already considered a majority. But in the Jurchen tribe, it is only a small tribe. ”

"And among the five hundred households, there can be a master of internal strength, which is really high."

Zhou Xingzu counted the dead and wounded, and found that in this battle, nearly a hundred soldiers were lost.

I couldn't help but sigh leisurely.

After all, he was outside the gate, and he had no personnel to replenish, and every loss of a soldier was an irreparable loss for him.

In the previous battle, at most, a dozen horsemen were lost. This loss is already the biggest one.

For no reason, Zhou Xingzu felt a palpitation, and a wolf howl faintly sounded in his ears.

He stood on his horse and suddenly looked up at the sky.

I saw that the luck in the sky suddenly produced a violent evolution.

The three wolfs stared at the cavalry in the grassland with their scarlet pupils.

It seemed to sense the danger, and the thick black gas on its body began to roll, and the last three heads, actually merged into one, roared, and rushed into the sky.

The luck of the other alien races on the positive grass suddenly converged, faintly headed by this three-headed wolf.

"Is this the evolution of luck?"

"Because of my appearance, the luck of the Jurchen clan felt threatened, and the process of integration began earlier."

"Next, I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle."

Zhou Xingzu was shocked and sensed a strong danger.

It seems that the dragon qi of the Jurchen clan has already been lucky in advance.

The integration of the three heads is the mark of the road to Hualong.

It's just that luck is happening, and the change in luck is manifested in reality, and I don't know what kind of big things will happen.

"Hmph, no matter what, since the Jurchen luck sensed the danger, he made a counterattack."

"Now I can only do two things without stopping, on the plains outside the Guan, and kill him one by one."

The last thing Zhou Xingzu was afraid of was to do things, and as soon as he pulled the reins, he drank: "The whole army sets off and goes to the next Jurchen tribe!" ”