There are 10,000 warriors who sing the song, which is good! It's a pity that it's not as good as before. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to prevent the scourge of Shuoyuan, the standard of the Samurai had to be lowered, and even many young people and girls with their hair tied joined the Martial Arts Department of the Singing Warriors. After a brutal selection, 10,000 warriors were indeed selected, but they were still young and had not experienced a real baptism of war.

At the beginning, there were 3,000 elites, but all of them were the pride of the song, and after the battle of the Dragon's Tooth Pass, there were less than 1,000 samurai left, and the main general Ardan died of illness within seven days after the war.

"Grandma, I didn't expect things to be so serious...... Mo Chi'er squeezed the leopard skin blanket tightly, and vaguely heard Mo Nylon's low and reassuring voice: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, will we be afraid of cold bears?"

"Don't be afraid. ”

"Are you afraid of tigers?"

"I'm not afraid. ”

"Will we be afraid of poisonous snakes?"

"Well, not afraid. ”

"Then they don't have the strange power of a cold bear, they don't have the minions of a tiger, and they don't have the venom of a poisonous snake, what are we afraid of?"

"They do not have the strength of a cold bear or a tiger, but they have thousands of iron horsemen, and they do not have the venom of a viper, but they are a thousand times more venomous than a viper. Mo Chi'er blinked, everything about her seemed to be written on her face, on her delicate facial features and white and tender face. The weeping appearance is like a beautiful doll frozen for thousands of years, which has been unsealed and sheds the most sincere tears for the person you love.

She tightly grasped the placket of Mo Nylon's clothes, and Mo Nylon also stroked her long and soft hair. The big golden stove in the house was running slowly, but it didn't change the bad weather in the city.

Wind and snow blow into the inner city.

The training stage in the inner city is covered with snow all year round, and King Ji You and a thousand samurai gather around the vast training stage. The king of the song was named Ji, and he ascended the throne in the year of the Great Calendar, and was the king of Ji You.

What a simple practice stage, it is almost a piece of cold iron of thousands of square meters.

"Why not snow plowing?"

"Let your iron boots be deep in the snow, so that you can feel great resistance and cold, and let you fight in the worst weather. ”

Decades ago, the conversation turned the martial arts training ground into a frozen place of ice and snow.

The eyes of the newly promoted samurai were like torches, and they were five hundred people each, standing on two sides. In his hands are sticks and shields.

King Ji You's voice was loud and long, "From a stick of incense to the end of burning, the person standing on the stage becomes a samurai." ”

"You can let go of your hands and feet! You fall down just because you are weak, even if you die, you will die with shame! You don't need to care about affection, you don't need emotions to sing people, have you ever thought that your former friends would even stab you in the chest with a wooden stick? If you want to live, you must first learn to stand up on your legs!" added the Futu guards beside Emperor Shuo, who were dressed in black heavy armor with chain mail wrapped around it, and the pitch-black visor even protected the eyes, like a northern wolf's helmet with a red tassel wrapped around the top. It seems that there are only two kinds of culture in the singing people, black for conquest and red for sacrifice.

The two colors are intertwined with each other, giving birth to a unique country in a harsh climate.

In Qingzhou, you can not know the barbarians and Shuoyuan, but you have to know that the vast northern plains live a terrifying song. They kill bears with their bare hands and tear living people in half on the battlefield....... All kinds of horrible rumors.

The Futu guards lit incense, and the field suddenly erupted into bursts of rage! The moment a thousand people rushed towards each other, the practice stage was surrounded by sharp wires. Less than a stick of incense is burned, the wire will not be removed.

Alkhitan is a nobody, he shares the surname of Ardan with the most powerful warrior in the song, "Ardan", but he is unable to burst out with his power.

But he is also a qualified singer, he clutches the wooden stick and stabs the former man violently!

The sticks hit the thick armor and smashed until they shattered. The wooden stick could not kill anyone, but the other party stabbed Alkhidan in the head! They were desperate, and Alkhidan also realized this, and slashed it with a wooden shield!

- Blood splattered, and the opponent fell.

But there are countless opponents around him, and they attack each other with the most vicious moves. All Alkhidan could hear was the sound of sticks piercing into flesh, or bones cracking and joints broken...... In just a stick of incense, countless people fell, and countless fallen people stood up again, they really showed no mercy, even if they had wooden sticks and wooden shields in their hands, some people could no longer stand up.

Alkhidan struggled with blood, he felt that the time was coming, just hold on a little longer, and cut down some more people....... It was only less than a stick of incense, and there were only more than two hundred of them left. Suddenly they entered a strange stagnation, and they all looked at the pillar of incense under the stage.

At the moment when it burned out, Futu Wei and King Ji You exchanged glances.

"There were too many people standing. ”

"It's a little bit more, indeed. ”

The Futu guard snuffed out the incense that was only half an inch left.

The shouts shook the sky! Then they were even more cruel, directly hitting the person towards the wire, which cut through the flesh and throat of the person, and the person died in the wind and snow while holding his bleeding neck.

Shuoyuan, Emperor Shuo also sat in the glazed hall, and he had to recover from the pain of losing his son.

He likes to sit here alone, looking at the vast map of Qingzhou, there are still many places that have not been opened, and there is the song of the northern country that makes everyone tremble.

"It's been more than two years, two years...... Our country has recovered from the tension of the force, but what about them?" Emperor Shuo drew his sword and saw the sword of the carved jade diamond shining brightly, reflecting his face. "The singer threatened never to back down, but even the son of the world fled, could he be prepared?"

Two years ago, at Longya Pass, he and Hou Fu commanded 700,000 elite soldiers, but they couldn't break through the small pass, and were even slaughtered and besieged by them, and they almost couldn't get out.

Those devilish warriors made an indelible impression on him for the rest of his life, and he couldn't help but wonder, "How long will it take to train such a fearless warrior?" ten, twenty, thirty years...... It doesn't happen overnight. "Emperor Shuo still can't say, in case the Song Peerless Kingdom has also prepared enough soldiers and horses, then the two sides will only repeat the mistakes of the Dragon Tooth Pass. The souls who died in the ugly year of the Great Calendar have not yet returned to their hometowns, so do they want to drink hatred in the new era? In addition, the barbarians are becoming more and more rampant.

Although they are barbarians, their ears are not bad, and Fusang is destroyed by them if they don't pay attention. Maybe Shuoyuan's strength is slightly damaged, and the barbarians will kill it again, and when the time comes, it is not impossible for those ruthless people to fight directly into Shuoyuan.

Ge Jue is so mysterious, the information about them is like the snow in the north all the year round, confused, and you can't see it clearly.

Emperor Shuo thought about it, but became more and more confused, and muttered: "If you are here, you cunning Hou Fu, you must be able to guess something." But I won't lose to you again. ”