The thick smoke allowed Mu Qingyang to pass through the valley without danger. The scorched corpses all over the ground www.biquge.info pen & fun > emitted a smoky stench. The tragedy of the battle can only be experienced when you are on the battlefield in person, but Mu Qingyang looked at everything on the ground indifferently.

Having lived through the battle of the apocalypse, the brutality of death is now as natural to him as air.

He bypassed the Shura soldiers who were patrolling the valley to collect the spoils of war, and climbed up the opposite hill. Mu Qingyang's skills are undoubtedly much stronger than those killers.

He quickly climbed the opposite mountain.

This is the main battlefield just now, and the mountain has completely changed, dark and potholes, cold wind, and the air is mixed with a disgusting stench of corpses. Countless corpses were piled up in the gloomy bushes, and the once calm and beautiful valley had become a living hell. Mu Qingyang walked through the mud pits of corpses with one foot high and one foot low.

Death curled up corpses, contorted faces of pain and despair. More of them were wreckage, a hand, or half a head, or half of a broken body, and the ground blackened by fire oil was purple with sauce, which was condensed by countless blood and countless lives.

After collecting the booty, the coalition forces began to move to the other side of the mountain. There was not a trace of starlight in the dark sky, only the flickering torches on the mountain, and the howling wind, as if there were countless ghosts struggling and crying unwillingly in this corpse-scarred battlefield. Although the coalition army won a great victory, they were also silent in this tragic and gloomy atmosphere, and the whole army was terrifyingly quiet.

Mu Qingyang climbed a boulder, and his eagle-like eyes stared coldly at the coalition army.

The Yaksha King's blood slashing was beyond his expectations, and the man who had killed the Shura King Moro now seemed to be really going to be his fierce rival.

The situation of Shura, demons, and celestial people is delicate.

That is, Guan Mu Qingyang is unwilling to fight against the fierce enemy of the Yaksha King, but the subtle changes in the situation, how can he explain it in the future.

At present, the coalition forces will not ambush more than 30,000 soldiers here.

Because of the rugged terrain of the valley, there are too many people to come, and they can't let go of fighting, 30,000 people are enough, but I don't know what the demons will do tomorrow. Although the demon lost a game this time, the old book is still there, and when it comes back, it may not be easy for these 30,000 Borneo soldiers to resist again.

Chop blood, do you still have a way?

Mu Qingyang's brows were furrowed together, as if he had been teased by something, and he faintly grasped a vague point.

In the middle of the night, the last spark was extinguished, and the wind became more and more violent, whining through the rolling hills, and the bushes and small trees on the slope rustled together.

The black hole in the entire valley seems to have become the giant mouth of a prehistoric monster, which is so eerie that people's hearts are chilled. On the contrary, the demons in the distance were ablaze, and occasionally a terrible hiss swept through the sky, and the cry of the flying dragon became even more terrifying. Most of the coalition forces withdrew into the tunnels, and there was no one left on the hill except for the necessary outposts.

It's too quiet......

Isn't that right?

Mu Qingyang thought for a while, jumped off the boulder, and lurked in the direction of the secret passage at a light speed like a tanuki. When he ran to the foot of the mountain, Mu Qingyang finally felt a slight tremor on the ground, he hurriedly crawled down, his right ear was against the ground, his brows were deeply furrowed, under the ground, there was the sound of fine weapons, footsteps, Mu Qingyang stood up, ran forward more than 100 meters, and crawled down again, so three times, it was already a mile away from the mouth of the valley. He stood up, and finally made sure that he had retreated through the secret passage overnight.

Mu Qingyang's guess was not wrong, the blood cut really gave up the valley, although the coalition army won the war just now, it cost a lot, especially the magic crystal artillery, which began to continue to suppress the firepower, which consumed ammunition very much, and Mu Qingyang had already seen that the reserves of the magic crystal artillery shells were not large, and the fire crystal was difficult to manufacture in batches, and there was no possibility of large-scale ammunition for blood cutting. If the demon army is allowed to rest for a day, the 30,000 allied troops without any replenishment will definitely not be able to resist the 100,000 demon army that is furious and ready to take revenge, not to mention that the flying dragon is so terrifying, and the blood slashing is not a god, of course, you have to avoid its edge.

Mu Qingyang looked at the sky, it was late at night.

This place is twenty miles away from Mount Garo near the ancient city of Shura, and the coalition army that has just experienced a major battle must be sleepy, not to mention that they can only walk underground, and the speed is even slower. If the 30,000 troops of Shura want to withdraw to Mount Garo, I am afraid that it will not be until noon tomorrow.

Tomorrow at noon, there will be a long time.

Mu Qingyang's mind chuckled, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

A crazy and bold thought rushed into his mind, causing his whole body to tremble uncontrollably. If you intercept the bloody army halfway, what will be the consequences?

This place is not far from the ancient city of Shura, and if you bring the strongest cavalry, the morale of the armament will be countless stronger than the coalition army no matter what. He barely had time to think about the details, and he ran quickly towards the vicinity of Luojia Mountain.

Finding the location of the nightmare, after getting on the horse, he jerked the horse's stock, and the nightmare swept through the wilderness like lightning, and a strong cold wind blew in his face and poured into Mu Qingyang's chest.

Chop blood, you are strong enough, but you definitely don't know a saying: the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

What moved Mu Qingyang the most was the ten magic crystal artillery cannons.

More than ten tons of magic crystal artillery, and there are as many as ten, are definitely dragged at the end of the ranks, if she can grab it, she will definitely vomit three liters of blood.

Mu Qingyang, who had no room for maneuver with the Blood, of course couldn't let the Bloodcut defeat the Demon Army so easily.

Two hours later.

The nightmare roared out of the new provincial capital, and the soldiers defending the city panicked, and the soldiers who stood in the way were knocked away by his astonishing speed. Mu Qingyang took out a forward military command talisman from his arms and said coldly: "The military situation is urgent, who dares to stop it." ”

The earth was trembling, and even in the dark night, there was no chaos and disorder, and the ranks were neat, without weapons or human voices, and some were just the sound of hooves constantly ringing in their ears, which was heavy and oppressive.

When I got closer, I finally found that the faces of these Shura warriors were all painted with colorful oil paint, and in the darkness of the night, they seemed to be fierce gods and evil ghosts, and the armor and clothes on their bodies were not the same as those of ordinary soldiers. Instead of wearing heavy iron, the soldiers were lightly dressed in leather armor.

At the front of the procession was a fiery horseman, with a hideous skeletal face and dark eyes, even the darkness of the night could not hide its bloodthirsty light.

Mu Qingyang watched the anxious march with satisfaction.

I was still recalling the extremely reluctant expression on Hruber's face just now.

Each force has its own secret trump card, the demon's flying dragon and thunder beast stormtrooper group, the eight abilities of the celestial people, Shura will not be an exception, and the thunder beast iron horse blood guard is the secret trump card that Prime Minister Heluber is most proud of, this is such a super cavalry trained with secret methods.

It is an extremely difficult beast to catch, twice as fast as a normal horse, and has stamina comparable to that of a camel, allowing it to run wild for a day and a night.

The specially trained Iron Cavalry Guards are superior in force and suitable for fighting in any kind of terrain, and are definitely the most fierce and swift troops on land, and no cavalry can hope to fight them on the plains.

Coming out of the ancient city of Shura, after a night of wild running, the darkest hour before dawn.

Mu Qingyang crossed the border with his troops.

At this time, the overall quality of the Iron Horse Bloody Land was also reflected.

After such a long high-speed march, the Borneo warriors were still shining brightly, holding their chests high and holding their heads high, maintaining strong combat effectiveness, and the speed of the mounts did not slow down at all.

The night became more and more gloomy, the dawn sun did not rise for a long time, and the clouds in the sky made the stars and moon invisible.

It's all black.

When Mu Qingyang led this group of cavalry across the border, the dark clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the wind was whistling and beating people's faces. Mu Qingyang looked up at the sky, only to see those dark clouds becoming fangs and claws under the wind. Apparently a storm is coming.

"General, in front is the first line of defense of the coalition army, Shayun Mountain."

The commander who led the Yellow Sheep cavalry suddenly sped up his horse speed and came to Mu Qingyang's side. He pointed to a mountain hidden in the dark sky, which stretched across the border of Shura, eerie like a giant beast lurking in the night.

"Stop!" Mu Qingyang waved his hand.

Two thousand cavalry men came to a neat stop left and right, their most elite group. Whether it is horsemanship, combat power, and coordination ability, it is a big victory higher than that of other Shura people.

"You wrap the hooves of the beasts. The mount's mouth is sealed with a holster! ”

After the order was given, the Thunder Beast Iron Rider Blood Guards jumped off their horses. Quickly put flannel cloth out of the horse bag and wrap the hooves of the beast. The quality of the Thunder Beast's Iron Rider Blood Guard is amazing, and the soldiers complete it very quickly.

After a few minutes, all the soldiers were ready.

Mu Qingyang's gaze fell on Jialuo Mountain, this is the last line of defense on the front line of the Shura Kingdom, now that the war between the demon and the Shura Kingdom has started, a large number of soldiers have poured to the front line, so the defense here is relatively lax, not to mention that if there is really a large army attacking, this outpost is just an early warning.

The cavalry silently drifted towards the cloud-covered mountain. Walking through the mountains and dense forests, a line winding path, Mu Qingyang's movements seemed light and agile. He himself led a hundred or so cavalry to dismount, and quickly spread over the mountain.

Before dawn, the canopy of the lush mountain forest was like a series of demons and monsters with teeth and claws, and the quiet woods gave people a particularly gloomy and gloomy feeling, and the birds in the treetops were awakened by the sound of footsteps, flapping their wings and opening their mouths to scream, and an arrow silently pierced its throat. The bird tumbled and fell from the branches, caught by the shooters under the tree.

Mu Qingyang's miraculous archery skills made Mu Qingyang greatly admired, and the Iron Cavalry Blood Guard deserved to be an ace army. Along the way, there was the sound of arrows breaking through the air, and then a man would approach silently, holding the dead sentry and gently putting it aside.

"Coo-coo-coo-" Several cries similar to those of night owls sounded in the night, and after a few moments, the sound of such birdsong continued to be heard all around.

Mu Qingyang knew that the cavalry had cleared the surrounding outposts. Mu Qingyang waved his hand, and led the cavalry team to start touching the outpost camp, and came to the outpost camp more than 100 meters away, Mu Qingyang asked everyone to stop, two dim lights flashed at the camp gate, the camp was silent, and occasionally there was a lonely horse neighing, and the coalition army did not know that there were three thousand ghost-like soldiers approaching.

Mu Qingyang made a gesture and pulled out a small machine crossbow, and then six of the most agile soldiers jumped off their horses and followed Mu Qingyang into the woods. A few people leaned on trees and rocks to hide their figures, until they reached a distance of more than 20 meters from the outpost camp, and they could clearly see four sleepy soldiers at the gate of the outpost camp, holding a few spears and leaning against the camp gate, the dim light was blown by the mountain wind, and two of the soldiers shrank their necks and squeezed into the door a little.

Mu Qingyang did not act immediately, he asked several of his subordinates to aim at the four Yaksha soldiers, and one person approached the fence of the camp, the thick fence blocked Mu Qingyang's steps, he found a tall tree, climbed it, and looked inside through the dense branches. The beacon tower was on a slightly higher mound in the eastern corner of the camp, and the distance from the camp gate to the beacon tower was about three hundred meters, and on the way was a barracks and stables, and a group of soldiers patrolled everywhere.

Mu Qingyang observed for a while and then slid down the big tree, and gave an order to the cavalry in the distance, and more than 100 people climbed to the big tree.

Mu Qingyang returned to the camp gate and cut down with his hands.

Hearing the short sound of arrows breaking through the air, four crossbow arrows had already crossed the night sky, and they burrowed into the throats of the four gatekeepers like poisonous snakes, and several people didn't even snort, and their eyes rolled backwards. Several black shadows quickly pounced on them, catching the corpses of the gatekeepers as they fell to the ground.

Meanwhile.

The shooter on the tree aimed at the sentry tower on the side of the fence, and hundreds of sharp arrows shot into the sentry together, and in the night sky, there was a constant snort, and more arrows were aimed at the burning torches, oil lamps, and a *** lamp was extinguished at the same time under a salvo, and the coalition troops inside were in the dark, and shouted in panic.

Mu Qingyang had already returned to the army a hundred meters away, jumped on the nightmare, and shouted: "Rush!" ”

The entire cavalry was launched together, and in the blink of an eye, it swept over a distance of a hundred meters, and the gate had already been opened by the Shura soldiers who had shot the guards.

Mu Qingyang brandished a long sword and rushed into the outpost of the coalition army, the camp was dim, but Mu Qingyang, who couldn't stop the horse's hooves from trampling, was the first to enter.

A long sword turned into a swimming dragon, and the light and shadow flashed, and only a few Shura soldiers were torn apart and fell with blood. Rushed in by a group of wolf-like yellow sheep cavalry.

The coalition army, which still did not know the situation, completely became a lamb under the sword, and the cavalry silently rushed back and forth, except for the continuous screams of the coalition army.

The sound of weapons entering the flesh is no longer superfluous. A curved sword spear is like a vicious fangs in the middle of the night. The constant slaughter tore the fresh flesh up to the mouth. The rampaging cavalry stepped into the tents and stabbed their spears fiercely.

Directly overturning the tent, those sleeping soldiers had no idea what was happening, when they got up and tried to rush out of the tent in shorts, the whole tent had already fallen upside down and pressed on them, and then, there was a series of heavy and vigorous trampling, countless bowls of sheep's hooves rushed over the top of the tent, and how the soldiers who were pressed below resisted the weight of the cavalry hundreds of kilograms, and were trampled into meatloaf.

Blood squeezed out of the body made of shredded flesh and cracked bones, instantly dyeing the white tent a purple color. Even if a few lucky soldiers burst out of the tent, they were greeted by several spears that rushed at them.

Mu Qingyang didn't stop for a moment from the moment he rushed into the camp gate, and kept rushing in the direction of the beacon tower, and at a distance of three hundred meters, a road of blood sauce and minced meat stretched under his feet. (To be continued.) )