A green figure lurked cautiously on this wasteland, wrapped all over, only a pair of smart eyes were exposed, but there was a faint sadness in those smart eyes.

"I don't believe it, you will never die, you have come through so many years and so many tribulations, how can you die, don't you have so many things that have not been completed? Don't you still have so many enemies that have not been solved? But where are you?"

The green figure is like a young beast, walking on this wasteland, and may face the threat of life at any time.

Three days ago, the wasteland tribes joined forces, 300,000 troops went south, the wastelands joined forces with them, tens of thousands of wastelands turned into a sharp knife into this battlefield, the powerful power of the wasteland was perfectly displayed at this moment, just three days of fighting, the empire has paid a huge price, nearly 10,000 people fell on this wasteland.

The strong aura of war eroded this heaven and earth, and all the cultivators became angry, and many cultivators of sects and clans threw themselves into this huge war.

It was also the input of these cultivators that slowed down the pace of the desolate people and the tribal soldiers, but the military villages of several branches in the wasteland were all razed to the ground.

Every moment blood emerges from this wasteland, more and more people are dying here, and more and more are coming here.

This green figure was one of those people who continued to come, but he had a different purpose than everyone else, he was just trying to find him.

He gently pursed his almost chapped lips, pulled down the veil on his face, took out a simple water bottle from his waist, and slowly handed it to his mouth.

Raising his head and drinking the last sip of water in the kettle, the water went all the way down his mouth, and the warm and moist feeling made his tiredness reduce a little.

"I'll keep looking until I can find you. ”

The desolate people and the tribal army joined forces this time, which filled the entire northwest with tremendous pressure, and hundreds of thousands of border troops drove to the border of the wasteland together, and several generals and two marquis also came to the border this time.

In the military tent of the Northwest Army, a middle-aged man listened to the report of the soldiers below with a blank face.

"The tribe's 50,000 troops gathered in Qianxia Ridge, and 8,000 soldiers of our border army were trapped in it. ”

The soldier below gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

After listening to the soldier's report, the middle-aged man's eyes froze, and the heavy killing intent permeated away.

At this moment, two middle-aged men walked into the military tent together.

"You go down first!"

One of them said to the half-kneeling soldier below.

"Yes, General!"

Looking at the two people who came over, the man sitting in the military tent stood up and said in a deep voice, "Why are you here too?"

"Can you not come? Hou Ye also came here in person. Qian Million held up his round belly and said in a heavy tone.

As one of the great generals with real power in the northwest, no one would underestimate this middle-aged man who didn't look the slightest bit fierce.

"What's wrong? You actually need Hou Ye to come in person?" Zhong Wuyu looked at the two companions in front of him with some puzzlement.

Xiang Rongzhen shook his head and said: "I don't know what the specific reason is, but I heard that this time it's not just a big battle, Master Hou has already made contact with the Quartet, and it won't be long before the Quartet will come over." ”

"Looks like something big is going to happen. ”

"Pass the order, all the eight thousand Lieyun troops will be dispatched, and you must bring back the soldiers in Qianxia Ridge to me. ”

"Yes!"

The military order is like a mountain, and this is a military order issued by the general to Rong Zhen personally, and the general of the Lieyun Army and all the soldiers began to march at full speed the next moment they received the order.

"Hopefully, it's still too late. ”

Qianxialing still has a unique reputation in the entire vast and boundless wasteland, because of its unique scenery, it has a very famous place.

When the morning sun slowly rises, the faint morning light will fall into this world along the environment and trees.

Qianxialing has a unique weather here, above this sky, there are unique clouds, when these clouds gather together, they can absorb the power of the sun, and then transform into a variety of different colors, and then sprinkle down, just like thousands of rays of light, particularly charming.

And these glows that appear at a specific time have created the reputation of Qianxia Ridge.

However, today, even if thousands of rays of light fall together, they are only reflected in the same color.

Sanguine!

The blood stained the land, and the horrific number of deaths and the vultures hovering overhead all told the world that there had been a terrible battle here.

No one thought that such a fierce battle would break out around Qianxia Ridge, and the 50,000 tribal soldiers did not choose to wait in the slightest, and after surrounding the 8,000 Great Qin soldiers, they began to frantically encroach.

Last night's battle, at least more than 2,000 people were left on this land, and the soldiers of the same tribe also left the same number, nearly 4,000 corpses spread on the ground, how could it not be shocking.

The wind, the dust, and the black land will eventually leave more blood, and perhaps this black will be watered by countless blood.

A strong wind blew, a dry wind blew, and the neat team was ready to strike again.

Fortunately, Qianxia Ridge was large enough, and a team of more than 5,000 people did not enter this area, but there was not the slightest wave.

Looking at these exhausted soldiers in the rear, Sima really gritted his teeth, he was the head of this army, he told himself more than once that he would bring these people back alive, but the impact of five times a day, not only did not let them break through the enemy's defensive line, but made them pay a terrible price, resting in place, the whole team did not have any words, everyone silently wiped their weapons, or closed their eyes, waiting for the next battle.

Only the sound of the breeze sounded in their ears, and this oppressive atmosphere hung over everyone's hearts, and they didn't know if they would survive.

A high-pitched and sharp horn sounded in the distance!

This penetrating sound made the originally quiet team stand up for a moment, they were very familiar with this horn, this is the horn of the tribesmen to start the charge, listening to the sound of the horn, obviously their location has been discovered.

Sima Zhen looked at these imperial soldiers behind him and shouted loudly: "Great Qin, fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

No longer erupt in silence, they die in silence, they are the most resolute soldiers in Great Qin, they will only erupt in silence, facing an enemy several times their size, they do not choose to escape, but choose to fight head-on.

Controlling the tribe's army of 50,000, Yang Yuanli is also a well-known figure among the wasteland tribes, in the face of the thousands of imperial soldiers wandering in the Qianxia Ridge in front of him, he did not choose to slowly encroach, but launched a strangulation for days, this is not because he doesn't care about the lives of the tribesmen soldiers, but he knows that the time given to him will definitely not be too much, when he surrounds the eight thousand soldiers, he knows that he only has two days, if he can't solve these people within two days, then there will be reinforcements from the empire, but he has no more troops, so in order not to die more people, he chose this tactic。

In order to annihilate these imperial soldiers in one fell swoop, Yang Yuanli was no longer stingy with the weapons in his hands, and thirty-six rune chariots were directly thrown into the battlefield by him, and the sharp war spear could be thrown at a distance of eight hundred meters, which was equivalent to the full strength of a cultivator in the Seven Realms with a sword, such a powerful force was a killing weapon in war.

Although he felt a little sorry for these talismans, Yang Yuanli didn't have any hands left, and each chariot wore ten of these war spears, and he made sure that those imperial soldiers died completely.

Looking at the imperial soldiers who chose to charge in the distance, Yang Yuanli gave a military order with an expressionless face.

When a local war spear pierced through the sky and appeared on the battlefield, the terrifying power was like a flying sword from the sky, vertical and horizontal.

That scene, as if the Heavenly Pillar had collapsed, gathered the power of the surrounding Heaven and Earth Vitality, and the power of this spear was incomparably amazing.

Then thirty-five of the same spears bombarded down like raindrops, and between heaven and earth, the sound of wind and thunder was everywhere.

Everyone felt the shaking of the earth and the wailing of all things.

Equivalent to the power of a sword with the full strength of a Seven Realm cultivator, the thirty-six battle spears fell like thunder, blasting huge holes one after another in the ranks of five thousand imperial soldiers.

The corpses and blood splattered out of the surroundings were like waves one by one, and the waves created with blood and bodies were extremely bloody.

Just a burst of attacks, the five thousand imperial soldiers paid a terrible price, nearly a thousand lives disappeared between heaven and earth, those bodies stained red by the blood of their companions, just trembled slightly, and once again rushed forward, they were not only for themselves, but also carried the belief of more companions, they want to live.

The commander who personally commanded the rune chariot attack looked at this scene, his mood was a little complicated, he saw with his own eyes that dozens of imperial soldiers were directly killed by the war spear, turning into a blood mist, but those soldiers around him seemed to be indifferent, still maintaining a firm pace, rushing in their direction.

The commander pursed his lips, aren't these Imperial people really afraid of death? There are lumps of rotten meat beside them!

Yang Yuanli looked at the group of soldiers who came from the impact with the same complicated eyes, and said seriously: "They deserve our respect, the chariot retreats, the vanguard army, charge!"

The loud horn sounded again, and the five thousand tribal soldiers headed towards the imperial soldiers!

"Kill!"