Call!

Call!

Call!

Heavy snow fell without warning.

The night is not young, and the wind is like Xiao Xue.

Dark canyons.

Steep mountain walls.

Thick fog filled.

In the short fight between Zheng Haoran and the wolf king, one of them broke off their weapons with each other, Zheng Haoran not only did not have the slightest anger or indignation on his face, but rode a horse and galloped in the canyon, Zheng Haoran laughed non-stop throughout the whole process, very happy.

Boom Boom –

Not long after Zheng Haoran and the others retreated to the canyon, there was a rhythmic vibration behind them - it was the sound of the barbarian's iron horse, trampling on the land and charging towards the canyon.

The mountain walls on both sides of the canyon shook uncontrollably, and from time to time gravel fell from above.

"They want to counterattack!"

Zheng Xiu looked back, his heart was slightly cold.

The Yalaso Mountain Canyon is worthy of the title of "Wall of Sighs" in the common saying of the Northern Barbarians. The word "sigh" is now for both sides of the war, not only can make Zheng Jiajun sigh, but once the offensive and defensive sides are reversed, it will also make the barbarians sigh.

The canyon walls are steep and straight, with many sharp protrusions, barely enough for five horses to pass side by side. Such a narrow canyon, not like a plain, could not accommodate a large army to charge in a large formation.

It's the tiger that comes, and you have to walk with your legs, and it's the wolves who have to line up and walk one by one; No matter how many large armies pass through the Yalasso Mountain, they can only enter the valley in batches. Therefore, strictly speaking, Yalasuo Mountain is the real "geographical boundary" between the "Northern Barbarians" and the "Great Qian" in the direction of due north.

Zheng Xiu recalled his journey to Bagnamo Mountain after crossing the canyon. Although the deeper you go into the hinterland of the Northern Barbarians, the more severe the climate becomes. However, the terrain tends to be flat, suitable for cavalry to run.

In other words, once Zheng Haoran led his army through Yalasuo Mountain, even if he was alone...... Enough to ride a thousand!

This sounds like a fairy tale, how can the power of one person be able to shake the Northern Barbarian tribes? Originally, no one thought it was impossible, but Zheng Haoran forcibly entered the valley and confronted the wolf king for a moment, and both of them had their weapons shattered.

As for letting Zheng Haoran cross the Yalaso Mountain moat?

The wolf king doesn't dare!

Is Zheng Haoran strong?

Strong!

There is no doubt about it, there is no doubt about it. But in terms of treachery and perversion, Zheng Haoran is not as good as the [drama] Jun in the Disaster Prevention Bureau; In terms of the lethality of the innate alien technique, Zheng Haoran is not as good as Fengbei; Even, when Zheng Xiu went all out, gave birth to the demon possession, and sacrificed the strange thing, he risked being thundered by the sky to beat his father, which seemed to be ...... Can you also hit a dozen?

Zheng Xiu is now well-informed and can walk freely through the Bund, Zheng Haoran is not ranked among the top among the various tricks he has encountered, or thaumaturgist aliens.

It's just that if you talk about strength and weakness regardless of the times, you are playing hooligan.

It's more than twenty years ago, just before the ritual of the candle is about to be completed!

There is no time for thaumaturgy!

In this era, Zheng Haoran has already shown terrible strength that is different from ordinary people, all kinds of miracles on his body, and his unreasonable and arrogant iron fist, which reminds Zheng Xiu of Xie Luohe two hundred years ago, which was also located in the situation of "unbearable cold in high places".

Xie Luohe was the proud son of the sky in the martial arts era two hundred years ago;

Twenty years ago, Zheng Haoran was also the pride of this era.

The wolf king personally experienced Zheng Haoran's strength, and he didn't dare to let Zheng Haoran pass!

That's why Zheng Haoran dared to formulate a strategy of counterattacking and defending, he was sure that the wolf king would not dare to let him enter the customs, and he would not dare to take another step to let Zheng Haoran go deep into the hinterland, he would not dare, he would not dare, he would not dare!

Zheng Haoran was able to use an army of less than a thousand people to take advantage of the geographical advantage to drag the Wolf King and his 10,000 army here!

So......

"Suffering our army will give the big cadres a slim chance of victory!"

"The whole army obeys the order!"

"Bow formation!"

"Bend the bow!"

"Hold your breath!"

"Volley!"

Shout! Shout! Shout!

After Zheng Haoran confronted the wolf king, he withdrew from the canyon with Zheng Xiu and others, and the wolf king waved his army tentatively to chase after him, and the iron cavalry roared behind him, Zheng Haoran began to command the Zheng family army to change formations as soon as he came out of the canyon.

The archers came out of the ranks, and hundreds of people fired a salvo.

"Shoot again!"

Another rain of arrows shot into the canyon with unmistakable precision.

"Woo-woo-"

In the canyon, a dull battle horn sounded, and the drums beat constantly.

The cavalry charging in the canyon fell like wheat, and with the fierce sound of the battle horn and war drums, the barbarian cavalry in the valley shook their wrists, and a folded fan blade appeared on their wrist, and the metal fan blade opened with a bang, and in a blink of an eye, it became a small arc-shaped shield.

Zheng Xiu squinted at this scene and was shocked. This peculiar fan-shaped deformed small shield, he had a glimpse of it in the Western Regions army two hundred years ago, and he was fortunate to see it. Unexpectedly, on the ancient battlefield of the Northern Barbarians twenty years ago, this strange weapon appeared again.

After thinking about it, the thirty-six countries of the Western Regions and the Northern Barbarians all have the shadow of a candle behind them. It is the candle behind the ritual that has been orchestrated for every hundred years, and it has been a thousand years now. It seems that when you think about it, everything becomes a matter of course.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The second wave of arrow rain was easily blocked by a small fan-shaped shield, and the sound of iron hooves became closer and closer to the exit of the canyon.

"The number of the Northern Barbarian army under the command of the Wolf King is more than ten times that of the Zheng family's army, once the first batch of cavalry breaks through the canyon, on the flat terrain, their Black Wind Horse mount performance is far superior to that of the Great Qian's war horse, and in the cavalry battle, the Great Cadre Army will be defeated and defeated!"

Zheng Xiu took a deep breath and was about to make a move.

Zheng Haoran rode shirtless on a war horse, his face was hideous, and he smiled brightly.

"Brothers! It's time to fight! ”

"Abandon the bow!"

"Raise your shield!"

"Shield Gun Array!"

"It's all for Lao Tzu to die!"

Bang Bang!

The war bow was neatly thrown to the ground with Zheng Haoran's order.

The thousand-person Zheng Jiajun quickly changed formations, dazzling for a while, but methodical, and completed in Zheng Xiu's surprised gaze.

During the whole process, only Zheng Xiu and the monk were left standing in place blankly, not knowing what the military formation was, which was particularly abrupt.

It's just strange that everyone's faces are covered with cold armor, and the two eyes that are exposed have nothing in them except for the mouth of the canyon where the barbarian cavalry is about to break through.

They don't seem to be able to see Zheng Xiu,

Invisible monk,

I can't see the full moon,

I can't see the snow,

In their ears, only Zheng Haoran's command remained, and they only had guns and shields in their hands, and in their eyes, there was only the narrow canyon mouth!

They were so focused on being one, whether they were injured or suffering from frostbite, at this moment, under Zheng Haoran's orders, it seemed to have become a formidable weapon of war, which was daunting and cold all over the body.

Knock knock!

Zheng Xiu's chest was tight, as if something in front of him had pushed him, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

His shoulders sank and he bumped into the monk.

"You too?"

"You too?"

The two looked at each other, inexplicably surprised. At the same time, they were "catapulted" out of the formation by a strange and invisible thrust.

Zheng Jiajun...... No, even Lao Li Tou and Zheng Haoran seem to have forgotten the two "little transparent" Zheng Xiu and the monk at this moment. After the rapid change of formation, the Zheng Jiajun, who was wearing heavy armor, took heavy steps, carried a big shield, lined up layer by layer, and arrived at the mouth of the canyon.

Behind the shieldmen were spearmen with spears, who followed closely behind, spears sticking out of the gaps in their shields.

Thundered!

The sound of the iron hooves of the black wind horse is close to the ear, whew! A sudden gust of wind blew from the mouth of the canyon—it was the foul breath of the Black Wind Horse. The way the black wind horse is fed is special, it does not eat grain and grass, and eats the flesh and blood of cattle and sheep raw, whistling, murderous, and smelly.

This is the super war horse that the barbarians have cultivated for hundreds of years.

Here it comes!

The Black Wind Horses charged through the narrow valley, and their terrifying speed caused the wind outside Taniguchi to change. As soon as you smoke and inhale, the whirlpools of snowflakes visible to the naked eye are like tornadoes, raging in the canyon.

Even strong adults can't stabilize their bodies in this whirlpool tornado, and their charge alone can make people staggered and unsteady on their feet.

Zheng Jiajun's shield soldiers, at the same time, the center of gravity sank, and they did not move.

"Drink!"

Finally, the cavalry roared, like a black angry dragon, and like a black iron cannonball, and collided with the shield without fear of death.

The Black Wind Horse was wearing a vest, and the ordinary shield soldiers encountered the collective charge of the Black Wind Horse, and under the terrible impact, they would also be rushed to the back of the horse. The warlike barbarians are paired with invincible war horses, which is the confidence and strength of the wolf king's invasion of Daqian.

Before the two came into contact, Zheng Xiu wanted to make a move.

But at this moment, when he was "bounced away" by an invisible force and witnessed the Zheng Jiajun forming a military formation, he slowly put down his right hand, stared, held his breath, and quietly stared at the ...... "history" that was about to be staged in front of him!

He has a "gut feeling" that doesn't have any credentials.

Zheng Haoran, he won't lose!

He won't lose!

Zheng Haoran at this moment, riding on a war horse, gave Zheng Xiu a feeling that it was absolutely impossible to lose.

Rumble!

A loud noise accompanied by the shaking of the ground, rolling up fine snow and blowing towards the monk and Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu and the monk lowered their bodies and stretched out their hands to block their faces.

Zheng Xiu waved his hand expressionlessly, sinking a piece of wind and snow, and was even more surprised when he saw it clearly. The shield soldiers of the Zheng family's army, under the momentum of the black wind horse's giant hammer-like charge, did not take half a step back, everyone's knees were bent, making a clicking sound like grinding teeth, and the shield pressed back deeply, against their jaws, against their chests, and their whole body was pressed into an inverted curved bow. On the contrary, no one takes even one step back!

The effect of force was mutual, the Zheng Jiajun did not retreat on the side, the charging momentum of the barbarian cavalry could not be stopped, the front was blocked, and the second and third rows of cavalry that followed closely behind were unexpected, and they slammed into the horse of the first row of cavalry.

"Shhhh

In the sharp pain of the squeezing, the Black Wind Horses let out a terrible scream in unison.

"Poof!"

The Black Wind Horse in the first row was squeezed, and there was a strange "poof" sound in the abdomen, and then the horse's mouth squirted out pieces of internal organs, blood spurted out, and was frozen into ice slag of various sizes in the blink of an eye.

The second row of black wind horses crashed into the first row of black wind horses, castration unabated, head down, feet down, high upside down, and fell forward.

Hiss!

"Vada!"

"Woo!"

Zheng Xiu couldn't describe the tragedy in front of him in words, his thoughts turned for a moment, and he only thought of four words - people turned on their backs.

A real person is on his back!

"Hahaha! Assault! ”

Zheng Haoran's voice was like angry thunder, and with his big move, a broken long knife on the ground was attracted to him and pulled it into his palm, and then the military order was issued, and the spears in the back row of the Zheng family army stabbed at the same time!

Shout!

The seemingly ordinary spearmen stabbed together, and in an instant, the spears in their hands seemed to extend several times, and the moment they stabbed out, the chaotic wind and snow in the valley were pierced by the invisible spear wind one by one like a vacuum-like hollow.

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!

People, horses, wind, and snow were all penetrated, and one after another terrifying blood holes pierced the cavalry in the first, second, and third rows of the barbarian cavalry, and at the same time pierced through!

"Stab again!"

"Stab again!"

"Battalion C: Retreat!"

"Pick up the bow!"

"Bend the bow!"

"Hold your breath!"

"Volley!"

"Spearmen!"

"Qi Thorn!"

"The shield soldiers of the A-word battalion retreat!"

"The shield soldiers of the B battalion are arrayed!"

“……”

This defensive counterattack gradually became less suspenseful.

Zheng Xiu and the monk watched quietly throughout the whole process, silent.

Zheng Haoran did not make a move during the whole process and was in charge of commanding. But his soldiers, on this night, seemed to have changed into a different person, brave and invincible, twisted into a steel bar, no one was injured, no one died.

The monk clasped his hands together: "The little monk understands, this is General Zheng's thaumaturgy." ”

Zheng Xiu turned his head with a strange expression: "Unity is strength? ”

The monk's face changed slightly, and he shook his long sleeves, hid his hands in his sleeves, and showed a strange smile on his face: "Little monk...... I don't know. ”

Feng Bei didn't know when he came behind the two.

She's still dressed as a scout.

The face is covered with a black cloth, the ponytail is tied up, the long hair covers the right side of the face, and the whole body is wrapped in a night coat, and both hands are covered.

"You ...... too?"

Feng Bei held the orange cat in his arms, his head tilted slightly, and asked.

She wanted to confirm one thing.

Zheng Xiu and the monk nodded at the same time.

"I, too, was pushed away."

Without waiting for Zheng Xiu to ask rhetorically, Fengbei had already answered.

"Husband, what do you think?"

Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly: "I suspect that this has something to do with our identities, the three of us appeared out of thin air, and we were not Zheng Haoran's soldiers." The afterimage of history is also 'history', part of real history. At the end of the day, we are 'outsiders'. ”

"Open my eyes."

Zheng Xiu snatched the orange cat from Fengbei's arms, and he remembered the effect of the orange cat's paw in Lu Zhenzhong.

The orange cat flattened its mouth and patted its belly.

"Little monk has steamed buns here."

The monk's eyes were sharp, and with a shy face, he stuffed a piece of frozen steamed buns into the orange cat's mouth.

Click!

The orange cat's teeth are missing.

The orange cat was furious and slapped the monk into the distance with one paw.

After the monk rolled away like a ball, Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows: "The monk is kind and stubborn, if you don't want to, he will keep feeding, keep feeding, keep feeding, keep feeding." ”

Zheng Xiu spread his hands: "He is the leader of the gang, and there are a lot of frozen steamed buns." ”

The orange cat bit the hard steamed bun, stared at the meow wide, and the vertical pupils were frightened, making a sharp sound of "cat whining". The orange cat finally spit out the steamed bun, reluctantly stretched out its paws, and slapped Zheng Xiu's eyelids twice.

The orange cat made a move, and Zheng Xiu's eyes suddenly opened up, and he saw countless clearly.

The vision is changing and clear.

Zheng Xiu turned his head and looked at the Zheng family army who was still fighting.

Zheng Jiajun was still under the command of Zheng Haoran, flexibly changing the formation.

All of them were wrapped in a layer of blood-colored light, and the blood-colored light wrapped everyone into a whole, in Zheng Xiu's eyes, this army was like a blood-colored sun, shining brightly.

The blood-colored light converged, like armor and like a waterhole, and a blood-colored light extended from the top of everyone's heads, distorting and distorting in the air, and finally converged into Zheng Haoran's body.

Gradually, Zheng Xiu saw more clearly, the blood-colored light was like a vessel, and there was a faint light flowing in it.

Zheng Haoran used the "blood vessels" to convey the "blood flow" to everyone, and the "blood flow" made the soldiers unified, bursting out with amazing combat power, and finally all the "blood flow" was re-entered into Zheng Haoran's body.

"Born Inhuman......"

"Born to be a famous ......"

After being scratched by a cat, Zheng Xiu was shocked by the vision in front of him and gradually became fascinated. The flow of blood vessels seems to hide the truth of heaven and earth, and it is obviously strange everywhere, but it gives Zheng Xiu a sense of "it should be like this" and "flowing water".

It's like Zheng Haoran and his soldiers are a whole, and they were born like this.

I don't know how long it took, but the three onlookers witnessed the victory of this defensive battle. As the remnants of the barbarians retreated crying and shouting, the Zheng family soldiers who were immovable, the blood-colored light faded from them, and they fell to the ground one after another as if they had been evacuated.

Lao Li gritted his teeth, the long knife was inserted into the snow, his body shook, barely steady, but he was dizzy, and the white snow in front of him turned into a colorful illusion.

Zheng Haoran looked down at his fists, silent and motionless on horseback, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The horse under him was exceptionally quiet, and seemed to have the same heart as Zheng Haoran, not like a beast.

Look at it all.

From the beginning of the war to the end.

Zheng Xiu witnessed all this throughout the process.

There are three ways of heaven, earth and man.

Three statues and nine streams.

Zheng Xiu compared the doorway diagram he had researched with Zheng Haoran one by one.

"This is the 'General''s innate inhuman technique......"

Zheng Xiu touched his chin, his tone paused, thinking about it, a word came to his mind, and blurted out: "Domination? ”

(End of chapter)