The national teacher looked at the sky because he knew that someone would jump from the sky later.

The powerhouse of the academy will not pay attention to the Duo'er cavalry who is raiding to the south, because the number of those cavalry is too large, unless there is no Jun Mo before the broken arm, no one can stop it.

This kind of thing has not happened a few times in history, and it has nothing to do with the cultivation realm and strength, and it has to do with some kind of momentum that is indescribable in words - even if Yu Curtain and Tang appear in the south of Weicheng, they can't do it, or rather, with her and his character, they won't do that.

In this case, the academy will not pay attention to those Duo'er riders, on the contrary, the academy will take advantage of the desperate opportunity of the royal court to directly look for an opportunity to kill the national teacher and more than ten high priests, as for Ada and, they must also be the targets that the academy wants to assassinate, and this is also the opportunity for the royal court.

On the dangerous battlefield, in front of the abyss of despair, all opportunities that seem to be opportunities may actually be trapped, no one can fully calculate the hidden information in between, unless Haotian returns to the human world, then the two sides can only compete with determination, will, speed and finally luck.

He knew very well that as long as Duo'er Cai could rush through the military tent of Xu Chi's Zhenbei Army before the academy succeeded, then this battle around Weicheng would come to a conclusion.

Even if the strong men of the academy come out together in the end and defeat the strong men in the Golden Horde's court, there is no way to achieve their original goal, and the extermination of the clan will become a false joke, and this is the purpose of Shan Yu and the national teacher.

No matter how you look at it, the Golden Horde Court has a chance to get out of trouble this morning.

The national teacher thought silently. Then. The dark night finally could not bear the test of time, and slowly thinned, and gradually a faint light came through from behind, although the morning sun had not yet jumped out of the grassland surface, and the morning had arrived.

The morning light shines on the old face of the national teacher, like a clear stream flowing into a cracked field, moistening for a moment at the beginning, it is instantly sucked up, and the slightest can no longer be seen.

The cracks in that field seem unfathomable.

It is said that the twenty-third year Cicada Yu Curtain and the Xiling Temple Sect Leader are the two most mysterious people in the cultivation world. In fact, the national teacher is just as mysterious. No one knew how old he was, and no one knew his teacher, but it was clear that he wasn't good at the methods that the steppe barbarian priests were best at. His practice seems to be a fusion of many sectarian philosophies. But it does not belong to any school of Buddhism and Demons. Indescribable.

In fact, even the national teacher himself sometimes can't figure out what kind of method he has practiced in this long life. Because of him...... Growing up with the high priest in the grassland, he was not the high priest of the Golden Horde, but the high priest of the right horde, so when he first started, he studied Buddhism.

When he came to the Golden Horde's court, in a chaotic grassy slope, he met Xiong Chumo, who was seriously injured by Yu Curtain - the Demon Sect Master who was still called Lin Wu at that time, he saved Xiong Chumo, Xiong Chumo was grateful, and taught him the secret magic of the Xiling Temple, and then he even went to Chang'an City to travel.

Buddha, Tao, and witch, these are his practices, when the world is only knowledgeable, he can definitely rank in the top five, learn through the three paths, and the realm is naturally unfathomable, but he still wants to figure out what he wants to cultivate in the end, especially after accepting his predecessor Shan Yu as a disciple and becoming a teacher of the Golden Horde, this desire becomes stronger and stronger, and he knows where this desire comes from - that is the sense of belonging, or root, that everyone wants to find.

It wasn't until many years ago that he felt Haotian's great will, he felt that his body and soul had been washed by snow and became extremely clean, and he finally understood that it was not important what kind of method to practice, and the sense of belonging had never been related to the sect of the master, only to the faith.

Only faith is correct, so even if you practice evil, what's the matter?

As long as the goal is right, then even if it is evil, what does it matter?

Or it is precisely because he has figured out this matter that his realm has become more and more unfathomable, no one knows where he has come, and he did not make a real move when the Momoyama Light Festival was held, because at that time, Ning Que coerced Haotian to make the world too powerful, and because he didn't want the world to know.

Because of his faith, he had to overcome the academy - even if he was as profound as him, it still took a lot of thought and preparation to defeat the unimaginable people in the academy.

When the curtain disappeared into the Eastern Wilderness, he knew that day was coming, and he had been preparing calmly for three years, and the carriages that were quietly resting next to the earthen walls of Weicheng had also been waiting in silence for three years.

Even if he didn't, he had a way to trap those two.

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In this Weicheng story, in addition to the waiting and forbearance between the grassland powerhouses such as the national teacher and the academy powerhouse, there is also one most important thing: whether Duo'er can break the Tang army's Chinese military tent.

The morning light was faint, and there was silence inside and outside the earthen city, and it seemed that everyone was sleeping, but in fact, no one was sleeping at all, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes were staring vigilantly at the city gate.

With a very low squeak, the city gate of Weicheng slowly opened from the inside, and many fine ash particles burst out of the cracks of the double-layer plywood door, which were sprinkled like pearl dust in the morning light.

The sharp sound of the alarm suddenly pierced the silent sky and spread in all directions, and the Tang army camp in the south of the city suddenly came to life, and the Tang army, which had already been prepared, carried all kinds of ordnance and was busy preparing.

The final decisive battle between the Tang Kingdom and the Golden Horde began without any new ideas.

The city gate slowly opened, and a steppe cavalry slowly walked out, the bodies of the cavalry and the war horse were wrapped in tough leather armor, and only the eyes were exposed, and the eyes were indifferent and proud.

The steppe cavalry held an elongated scimitar in his hand, and a large white sheath was tied around his neck, and the morning breeze blew, and the big mistle kept dancing, looking like white clouds in a blue sky.

Because it is like a white cloud, it is called Duo'er riding.

Duo'er Cavalry, whose name is the source of the pride of this cavalry, is the most powerful and loyal cavalry of the Golden Horde's court, and the most terrifying of the grasslands.

For hundreds of years, even the richest court of the Golden Horde. It can only support a maximum of 6,000 Duoer riders, and it is these 6,000 Duoer riders that form the greatest deterrent to the Tang Army's iron cavalry.

With the official rise of the Golden Horde Court, especially with the continuous support of the Central Plains countries under the command of the Daomen, Shan Yu now has a full 36,000 Duoer riders.

In the cavalry battle outside the valley and river that changed the color of the heavens and the earth, it was the Duo'er cavalry who finally entered the battle and fought all the palace's rear formations to stabilize the situation and not let the Golden Horde court completely collapse, for which they had the corpses of 6,000 cavalry, which are still rotting with the spring breeze on that grassland.

After retreating north to the first line of the Seven Cities. Shan Yu ordered 20,000 Duoer to ride to aid Kaiping and Qucheng. In order to attract the main force of the Tang cavalry, only the most elite and powerful 10,000 cavalry were left in Weicheng.

There are not many horses, and as far as the eye can see, it must be a piece of black oppression. It can cover large areas of grassland.

But now the Tang army can't see the 10,000 horsemen. Only one ride can be seen.

They could only see the gate of Weicheng. The steppe cavalry fluttering in the morning breeze.

The steppe cavalryman lifted the reins in his left hand and struck the heel of his boot lightly against the horse's belly.

The war horse slowly moved forward.

Click...... Click...... Click...... Click.

The sound of hooves is slow and clear.

The steppe cavalry kicked the horse in the belly again.

The war horse slowly accelerated.

Click...... Click.

At this time. Twenty feet out of the city gate.

The steppe cavalry kicked the horse in the belly again.

The war horse picked up speed again.

Click, click, click.

One ride, rushed to the Tang camp.

Ride alone in the camp!

The steppe cavalryman knew he was going to die, but he didn't care.

Inside the gate of Weicheng, a black wall faintly appeared.

The black wall was moving forward.

Another white wall appeared.

The black wall is the cavalry and the war horse, and the white wall is the white horse tied to the cavalry.

It was a row of dolls to ride.

Black and white are mixed together to make waves, and snow is born between the sea of ink.

Countless dolls rode and prepared to charge with the brave knight.

In Weicheng, the sound of hooves has not yet sounded, but it will sound.

If it is thunder, it must be thunder.

If it is a drum, it must be a giant drum.

The steppe cavalry who had left the city at the beginning had already come to the meadow.

His eyes, exposed outside the leather armor, his indifferent expression, had been replaced by fanaticism and tyranny.

He raised the blood-devouring scimitar in his hand, ready to really accelerate.

In the next moment, 10,000 steppe cavalry will follow him and kill the Tang camp.

At that time, ten thousand white clouds will bloom on the grassland.

The sound of hooves is gradually rising, and the momentum is gradually rising, who can stop it?

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Xu Chi, the general of the Tang Dynasty, is in the Chinese army tent, with a total of 6,000 cavalry and 10,000 well-trained foot soldiers, so logically speaking, there should be no need to worry too much.

However, the Chinese military tent pursued overnight, and there were many baggage that had not yet arrived, and the most important thing was that there were many sappers and civilians who were still halfway, and the hastily arranged trenches overnight were difficult to be as strong as before. At such a time, if the horse thief on the grassland was terrified by Duo'er, everyone knew that something would go wrong.

From the moment the gate of Weicheng City opened and the grassland cavalry appeared in front of everyone, everyone in the Chinese army tent looked at Xu Chi, not panicked, but a little anxious.

Don't panic, it's because Xu Chi is the best military wizard in the world, otherwise how could he rely on the Zhenbei Army to seal the Golden Horde Court outside the Seven Cities for more than ten years and not go further? But people are still anxious, because the Golden Horde Court is obviously desperate today, if you are a little careless, let Duo'er ride up, it is really terrible.

The only cavalry in the Tang army that can be said to be stable over Duo'er's cavalry is the Xuanjia heavy cavalry, but most of the Xuanjia heavy cavalry is responsible for resisting the apologetic cavalry of the Xiling Temple in the south, and the thousands of Xuanjia heavy cavalry in the northern battalion have been transferred to Kaiping by Xu Chi two days ago to help Situ Yilan clear the grassland forces there, so how to stop Duo'er cavalry?

The steppe cavalryman was accelerating, and the sound of hooves was becoming more coherent. The cavalry in the gate of Weicheng, like the white waves of the black sea, had not yet begun to charge, and were waiting to charge.

The steppe cavalry and his mount brought out a straight line in the field in the morning light, a line written with courage and boldness, and the more than 10,000 horsemen behind him would follow the straight line he had written with his life, violently advancing and fearlessly charging, that was the rhythm that the Golden Horde wanted.

This rhythm is the rhythm of the bloody battle to the end, it is the rhythm of the blood flowing like a river, the beginning is as gentle as a light rain, and then the horror is like a torrential rain, endless, uninterrupted, if the grassland cavalry is allowed to enter that rhythm, the Tang camp is in danger, and at that time, even if you kill the previous Duo'er rider, it will not make any sense.

However, now it seems that there is no better way to break this rhythm, because Weicheng is far away from the Tang camp, even the strongest marksman cannot shoot the steppe cavalry in advance, and as for the most powerful defensive weapon of the Tang camp, the crossbow battalion based on the formation, the range is far from enough.

Then you can only prepare for the frontal charge of more than 10,000 Duoer riders.

People looked at Xu Chi, waiting for him to issue an order -- the most important thing to do now was to transfer the crossbow battalions that had been arranged last night from the east and west sides to the Chinese army -- once the crossbow battalions were transferred, the steppe cavalry might cover up from both sides of the city wall, but the most important thing to do now was to hold the middle road.

Xu Chi didn't do anything, he just quietly looked at the earthen city under the morning light in the north, and listened more and more clearly-the lonely but thrilling hoofs, without any expression on his face.

"General!"

"Dashuai!"

The people in the camp looked at him anxiously, wondering why he was so silent at this time, could it be that the general had any other clever plan? Or was the general worried about the problems of the two wings, so he decided to defend it?

Xu Chi ignored the surprised, anxious, and even faintly annoyed eyes of his subordinates, but still quietly looked at the northern wilderness, watching the Duo'er ride who was getting closer and closer.

Riding alone into the camp, the sound of horses' hooves is naturally monotonous.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and the field between Weicheng and Tangying seemed to have lost all color, the cyan grass turned gray, and the morning light became dimmed by three minutes, forming a very flat and light-toned background curtain, and the brave steppe cavalry was the only one who survived.

The steppe cavalry had already left Weicheng for more than 100 zhang.

The monotonous sound of hooves became clearer and clearer, like the beat of a drum, beating on the field, the gray grass fell to the ashes, the morning light was somewhat distorted, and the whole world was shaken.

In a few moments, 10,000 of the most elite steppe cavalry will leave the city and begin to charge.

At that time, the drums will shake the heavens and the earth, and the world will be disturbed.

Who can stop this qiē, who can break the rhythm of Doer's charge?

Weicheng is silent, heaven and earth are silent.

Suddenly, the wind rose.

The steppe cavalry fell.

The steppe cavalry, who was lonely, brave, resolute, and silently charged on the curtain of heaven and earth, fell in the clear morning light.

A very thin stream of blood rushed through the air, illuminated by the morning light unusually clear.

The world has regained its original colors, and the dim and cold light has become new and warm.

It's obviously death coming, but it's warm, or because I finally see the blood.

The steppe cavalry fell from their horses and fell heavily into the field. The horse pedal that Duo'er rode was specially made and would not tie its feet, and the war horse continued to charge forward, and it had been rushing for more than ten zhang before he felt something strange and slowly stopped. It looked back at its master, who had fallen on the field, and looked up slightly, a little confused, not knowing what had happened.

The cavalryman lay on the field in front of the city gate, not bounced, did not struggle, did not cry out in pain, for he was no longer breathing. He didn't make any sound, and he didn't leave a majestic last word. He knew that he was going to die, but he didn't expect that he would die so quietly and so insignificant.

Dol's riders and mounts are covered in tough leather armor, with only their eyes exposed.

He opened his eyes and looked at the bluer and bluer sky, the vitality had disappeared, only the blood was gradually flowing.

There was a wooden arrow stuck in his eye.

A very ordinary wooden arrow.

No one knows where the arrow came from.

In the quiet fields all around, there was morning light and wind, wild and grass, but there was no one.

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(I still think I'm pretty good.) (To be continued......)