"Behind us are our wives and children, so that they can survive and not become slaves of others, so we stand here......"

"I, the Kxhew Sabul will lead you, and I swear to the gods that I will not retreat or surrender as long as I have not lost my life, and what about you, what about you......"

The voice of Kexue Wu Sabul reverberated in the grassland, although hoarse, although hoarse, although the voice did not reach a wide range, and even many people could not hear what he was saying.

But when he raised the cutlass above his head and gestured to everyone.

He got the response he wanted, and the warriors drew their scimitars and swung them overhead.

"Never retreat, never surrender......"

The voices grew louder and more neat, and the voices of many people gathered together, and the mountains roared like a tsunami, sweeping across the steppes, shaking the wilderness, and even the sound of the horses' hooves of the enemy was drowned out.

The black horse of Koxeu Sapur galloped in front of the array, and wherever he passed, the sound resounded in the sky, and the scimitar waved above the heads of the warriors, yes, no one will retreat today, because not far behind them is their own family, and they will fight to the death here, even if they hold the enemy for a few more moments, their family can take one more step, and they will be safe.

There is no generosity of the same enemy, there is no heroism of killing the flag and capturing the flag, only a tragedy lingers between the queues, this battle is not to win the victory, maybe just to die, for the sake of the family.

Almost everyone who came here had this realization, they were afraid, they trembled, but they would never retreat, they would never surrender......

Returning to the battle banner, Kokxuewu Sabulhei turned his horse's head and looked at the enemy on the opposite side, waiting for the sound to subside.

He raised his scimitar again, and finally broke his heart, and roared out his heart like a wounded lone wolf, "For the last glory of the barbarian tribe, let us die here in glory......

"For the last glory of the barbarians......"

"Let's die here in glory......"

The soldiers shouted in response, and gradually, a sense of death had spread in the huge military array, tens of thousands of barbarian cavalry, tens of thousands of people who died.

Some of their voices are old, some are immature, some are trembling, some are crazy, their voices, gathered together, are not fierce and generous, perhaps not magnificent, but their determination and will are transmitted in this howling voice, with a strong ominous taste, and cannot be traced around.

When the frenzied shouts of the warriors reached the peak, the scimitar in the hand of Kexue Wu Sabulhei instantly pointed forward, urging the war horse first, and the battle flag moved with it......

The cavalrymen put their scimitars back into their scabbards, removed their bows and arrows, and moved forward......

There was no longer any tactic, and when the banner of Kokxue U Sabul was moving forward, it meant that everyone would follow behind the banner and attack the enemy.

In the way they are least good at, they are the first to attack the enemy.

Because the enemies on the other side are also not good at this kind of fighting, because they are their kind......

Koxeu Sabul had thought of many tactics before, but when the enemy appeared, and the howls of the warriors echoed in his ears, he had already decided to start the battle in this way.

In fact, this is what the Han people call morale available, the battle of breaking the cauldron and sinking the ship, heavy momentum, undoubtedly, even in such a situation, this barbarian general still maintained his sanity and sensitively seized the fighter.

The Nai barbarians on the opposite side, when they saw the battle flag of the Ke Xue Wu Division, their momentum suddenly dropped a lot, although they already knew that the most powerful general of the Nai Barbarians was waiting for them here with his troops, but when they saw the fluttering battle flag with their own eyes, there was still fear in their hearts.

For it was the banner of the Kokshewu, the symbol of the invincibility of the barbarians, and once every man who could be called a warrior here longed to fight under that banner, but now they became the enemies of that sacred banner......

But this can't stop the explosion of this battle, these barbarians have become terrible in a series of killings, and their momentum is also at a peak, even with an indescribable madness.

The same barbarians, wielding the same weapons, riding the same dwarf steppe horses, wearing the same robes, wearing the same hats, and even the cries were so similar.

But these are already two completely different armies and fighting for different purposes......

"Kill them, kill them all......"

I don't know who was shouting, but soon, there was a frantic response, and without anyone to boost morale, without anyone to give orders, the horse, which had already slowed down, immediately rose up.

The loose ranks, uneven, without any formation to speak of, most of them were galloping on horseback.

But at this time, the lack of necessary restraint and the flaws of the purpose of the war were exposed, and even if they were crazy, many people were already frightened by the overwhelming cavalry coming from the opposite side, and the deterrence of the battle flag, the sound of horses' hooves like rolling thunder shook their hearts......

Many people were involuntarily frightened, and finally woke up from the pleasure of killing for several days, and they began to howl in panic, and instinctively reined in their horses, intending to flee from this battlefield that was about to turn into hell.

As a result, the team became even more chaotic, congested on such a vast grassland, and it was inconceivable, followed by a scene of trampling on each other everywhere......

But this could not stop the charge of the great army, and once the cavalry moved, there was nothing to stop their charge, not even fear......

In the distance behind the chaotic tens of thousands of cavalry, a black line appeared, a team of thousands of people, still very intact, they did not come slowly in a hurry, and they were not moved by the scene that had begun to gallop in front of them, and shoot arrows, and was about to engage in battle.

Under a battle flag, the rather haggard Ruur Abba looked coldly ahead and waved the cavalry to stop......

"Stupid guys."

His voice, in the sound of horses' hooves and the howls of the warriors, was so insignificant that no one could hear what he was saying.

"Are we just waiting here?" Anheji had come to his side, and spoke loudly, his voice hoarse, and he looked like Ruur Abba, full of emaciation, and even his eyes were bloodshot.

Fortunately, the warriors here and the leaders who led the troops were still quite awake and not as crazy as the guys in front of them, which was the result of the efforts of Ruur Abat and their leaders to restrain them, and they were followed by warriors who had been following them for a long time.

Only two of them were the strongest warriors selected from the captured tribes in so many days......

Ruur Abba's cold gaze swept over An Heji, making An Heji immediately lower his head slightly, these days, there have been profound changes in this young Naiban general, and his majesty has increased unconsciously, and sure enough, war and killing can make a man completely mature, An Heji thought to himself.

But he didn't know that now the young Lord Wanhu's mouth was full of bitterness.

The guys in front of them had completely lost control, and when their numbers increased day by day, even more irritating things happened, and they themselves elected many of them to lead out, and they no longer obeyed his orders at all.

They have also become more and more cruel and tyrannical, and when their numbers have reached tens of thousands, few of the tribes they encounter have survived, and they have become a group of red-eyed madmen.

Following in the footsteps of his kindred and carrying out the heinous killing, it seemed to slowly become a part of the lives of those who came before him, and later, Ruur Abat even suspected that he had personally opened the seal of the gods to suppress the devil and brought the devil to the world.

Because even the most tyrannical tribe on the steppe would not kill the creatures that a qiē encountered like they did.

What frightened him even more was that the army behind slowed down the pursuit, and the man's order was never passed on here.

He faintly felt the anger of that man, and he was in awe of that man's majesty, just as he was in awe of his own Great Khan, and even more so.

He didn't even dare to go back to see the man, so he could only keep sending people back to explain, but he still didn't get any reply.

He could only smile bitterly, maybe this was the punishment he would receive for unleashing the devil? Isn't the messenger of the gods the will of the gods?

However, when he heard that General Kokxue Wu Sabulhei was waiting here with a large army, he instinctively felt his fear, but then he was a little happy.

If the Nabarian tribe were to be wiped out on the steppe and slaughtered, and tens of thousands of madmen remained, his head would surely be hung high on that mighty banner, for neither the Nabarians nor the Tatars, especially that man, would forgive his crimes.

But now, a solid barrier has appeared in front of them, holding back those madmen, and as long as he can hold them back, there is still hope when the army arrives......

(Monthly pass, monthly pass, after two days A grass to vacation for a few days, maybe to break off two to three days of time, please understand, I haven't gone out to relax for a long time, go out with the group, relax, come back, the new A grass may explode...... (To be continued.)

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