This grassland is seventy miles southwest of Weicheng, compared with Xiang Wanyuan, it is obviously in the south, but the temperature is lower, and the water and grass are not fertile, but the Tang army is willing to pay a great price, and is stationed here in the wind and snow, maintaining a posture of attacking at any time. （）

Why? Because the Tang army is now running out of war horses, they must get that pasture back by next spring, and that is their last hope.

On the side of the wind and snow, the Tang camp was full of fires, and the thick mattresses were covered on the backs of the war horses, and the Tang army regarded these remaining war horses as more important than their own lives, which could only make Ah Da feel more contemptuous, and he would never sympathize with the weak.

Just like he wouldn't sympathize with the once defeated man.

Is the Tang Army, which has no war horses, still the Tang Army that once roamed the world with iron horses? Is the man who was killed still the once powerful famous general?

Hua Ying was drinking in the Tang camp, fighting a shirtless middle-aged warrior, covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and her pale face was full of pain.

In the summer, he was defeated on the battlefield by the young barbarian, and his wounds have never healed, and he disobeyed the military order to drink, because only the alcohol in Jiujiang Shuangjian can allow him to suppress the wounds in his body, so that he can continue to command more than 2,000 cavalry soberly and strongly.

In the last war, the Tang State signed a peace treaty with the Xiling Temple, and the heaviest price paid was to cede Xiang Wanyuan to the Golden Horde, for which Her Royal Highness the princess Li Yu issued a letter of apology to the subjects of the Tang State, and the prince Li Peiyan died by himself.

Losing Xiang Late Plains, the Tang Kingdom lost the main source of war horses. In the years that followed, skirmishes on the border never stopped.

Shan Yu's methods are extremely vicious and ruthless, he just wants to consume the Tang army's war horses, for this, he does not hesitate to make the cavalry under his command pay twice or even three times the price, because

The war horses of the royal court can be replenished, where can the war horses of the Tang army be replenished?

With the passage of time and the unceasing fighting, the number of horses in the Zhenbei Army has decreased dramatically, and it has now entered a desperate situation.

As a famous general of the Tang Army, Hua Ying's martial arts cultivation is strong and abnormal. In the Zhenbei Army, both seniority and ability are only below General Xu Chi. At that time, there were more than 10,000 iron cavalry under his command, and there were 3,000 terrifying heavy cavalry, but now......

Two thousand four hundred and thirty-two, with two thousand four hundred and thirty-two horses. That's two thousand four hundred and thirty-two horsemen. It's all the cavalry under his command.

It can also be said to be the last cavalry of the Zhenbei Army.

Hua Ying accepted the military order. Bringing all the cavalry here, confronting the Golden Horde from the summer to this point, is to throw all hope in. Because the Tang army needs that grassland, they want to find hope.

Naturally, it was impossible for the Tang State to have only these war horses left, but there was no point in transferring horses from the south, because the number was not enough to change the current situation, and what made the Zhenbei army even more uneasy and even angry was that the imperial court did not seem to have such thoughts at all.

Hua Ying looked at the wine bowl, there seemed to be a ghost fire burning in her eyes, it was the academy that decided to cede Xiang Wanyuan to the Golden Horde, and it was Ning Que who promised him to be responsible for solving the problem of war horses, but several years have passed, the Tang army has shed blood and died on this grassland, he and his soldiers are tormented like ghosts, where are the horses?

"If you're lying to us, then even if I die in the snow, I'll go back to Chang'an City to ask you for an explanation. ”

He picked up the wine bowl, looked somewhere in the south, and said to Ning Que.

At this moment, an alarm came from outside the camp, and at the same time, a fierce shout was heard. In the wind and snow, the voice was clear and ruthless, swinging towards the four fields.

Hua Ying retracted her gaze and looked at the face in the wine bowl, which was a little haggard and no longer the heroic face of the past, and suddenly smiled.

He carefully put on his armor and walked out of the tent, serving his own soldiers.

Walking out of the tent, still in the camp, he walked out of the camp again, and the snowflakes fell on the armor, did not melt, and soon filled the gaps.

Tang Jun stood outside their respective tents, silently looking at their main general.

Coming to the outside of the camp, looking at the barbarian boy in the distance, Hua Ying said slightly: "The general will definitely criticize me." ”

Of course, he remembered who the barbarian boy was, who had been on this meadow in the summer, and he had been defeated at the hands of this inconspicuous boy, and his injuries continued to this day.

No one knows when such a strong man appeared in the Golden Horde's court, if he was defeated at the hands of the notorious General Loeb, Hua Ying would probably be able to figure it out, but he couldn't figure out where this young man came from and why he was so strong.

It wasn't until the rumors gradually spread on the grassland that people knew that this young slave named Ah Da, just like the Hengmu Liren of Xiling Temple, was a gift from Haotian to this world, and he was a god-given powerhouse.

Now Yokoki Liren has an unimaginable status in the hearts of Haotian believers, and if Ah Da is not in the wasteland, his reputation must not be slightly weaker.

After knowing the truth, Hua Ying realized that he was not wronged when he lost, and he naively abandoned Tang Guo, just like he abandoned the desolate man a thousand years ago, he would not be cowardly because of this, but his mood was still affected after all.

He looked into the depths of the wind and snow in the distance, and in the sky where he could not see, there were majestic mountains that divided the entire continent into two parts, there was Min Mountain, which was also the Heavenly Forsaken Mountain.

"Abandoned by Haotian...... It's scary?"

Hua Ying smiled slightly, reached into the air, and took the Pu knife handed over by his own soldiers, and the slightly cool touch from the palm of his hand lifted his spirits.

The barbarian boy was very strong and terrifying, he knew that he was not an opponent, and if he fought, or there was only one way to die, he had no reason to fight.

The confrontation between the two armies, there is no reason for the main general to fight alone, and on the battlefield, he has never believed in the saying that the brave wins, if he avoids the battle, no one can say anything.

But on the way out of the camp before, he saw the looks and eyes of the soldiers, saw the endless exhaustion and the most terrible tiredness, he saw the old horses wrapped in blankets and like sick people, and he knew that the morale of the Zhenbei army had fallen to the point that it was difficult to recover.

If he goes to war, he will be defeated and die. There are also benefits...... The mourning soldiers may not necessarily win, but they can hold on for a little longer, until the moment when the tide of battle changes.

So he grabbed the knife and walked towards the other side of the wind and snow.

"I will take your head and bury it for my tribe. ”

Ah Da looked at Hua Ying and said expressionlessly: "And one day, I will take the warriors of the royal court to your Chang'an City and kill that person." ”

Hua Ying slapped the snow line on the armor and said, "You may be able to kill me, but I'm not going to let you go back alive." You can't see Chang'an City. ”

When he said this. The expression of the second strongest man in the Zhenbei Army was very calm, he did not have the confidence to defeat the gift that Haotian left to the world, but he had the confidence to change his life.

When a person is not afraid of death, he will naturally not be afraid of the destiny of heaven.

The fingers holding the handle of the knife slowly close one after the other. Like iron casting. Snowflakes fall on it. There was no sign of melting, because his hands were just that cold.

From his body, to the slender hilt. Then to the heavy black blade, an extremely cold aura slowly released, and then abruptly raised.

The snowflakes fluttering in the air, disturbed by this breath, shot out in all directions, making a sneering sound that broke through the air, like sharp arrows.

Ah Da expressionlessly pulled out the scimitar at his waist, this knife was the treasure knife that Shan Yu gave him, it was extremely sharp, as bright as his eyes at this time.

As before every important battle, the boy began to pray silently, asking the Immortal Heaven to give him the strength to help him defeat all enemies.

The snowflakes scattered in the air, as if hearing his prayers, slowed down timidly, and drifted weakly, and the remnants of snow on the field gradually melted, revealing the remnants of grass below.

The snow disappears, but it is not vibrant, on the contrary, it gives people a very eerie feeling.

Ah Da looked at Hua Ying opposite, his eyes as bright as jewels and blades, showing a look of contempt and pity, and then took a step forward.

He only took one step forward and stopped.

He felt that something didn't seem right.

He looked up at the snowy sky, and his chest suddenly gave birth to endless sadness, and some of his blue lips moved slightly, like a moan: "Immortal God......"

When the tribe failed at the beginning, he was still young and didn't know how to grieve, and later when he made cattle and horses for the nobles of the royal court, he didn't have time to grieve, and when he picked up dry dung, he didn't have the strength to grieve, and then he became a great young and strong man, so he stayed away from grief.

But at this moment, that sad feeling was so strong that it instantly occupied his body and mind, and he seemed to see his own death in the next moment.

Why is this happening?

He stopped looking at the sky, looked somewhere far to the south, and felt that someone was watching him.

Although he was thousands of miles away and could not hear any sound, he had a strong feeling that the person was talking to him, and that if he took one step forward, he would die.

Ah Tayu's childish dark face was full of unwillingness and anger, if that person could really shoot himself thousands of miles away, why didn't he do it in the summer?

What made him most angry was that he felt the other party's undisguised arrogance, and before this arrogance, Changshengtian remained silent!

And he began to fear!

There was a neighing in the wind and snow, and I don't know which side of the war horse was, full of pride.

Ah Da looked at Tang Ying, holding the scimitar, not knowing if he would take that step.

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Thousands of miles to the south.

There was a lot of snow falling on the city wall, and Ning Que stood at the head of the city, leaning on the entire Chang'an, looking at the direction of the distant wasteland, and looking at the territory that could not be seen.

The dark and heavy iron bow rested on the city bricks in front of him, and the eye-pestle of the Shocking Array was tightly held in his hand, and his sense of awareness dispersed to the four fields.

The Zhenbei Army killed all the prisoners of war in the Golden Horde, this was his order, and he knew that this would put a lot of pressure on the Zhenbei Army, but he didn't care, because the way he spoke to the world, in addition to the human heads falling in the autumn rain, and the iron arrows behind him.

What is puzzling is that even with the help of Chang'an City, no matter how far he can see, it is not enough to see the whole world, the wasteland thousands of miles away, in his sea of consciousness is just a gray and blurred picture, as long as the strong man of the Golden Horde Court is not stupid enough to light himself up, it is meaningless.

But he still looked at the north, as if he could see those lamps at any time, and then an iron arrow sent the other party into the underworld or the kingdom of God, or was the fire that lit the lamps always in the hands of the academy?

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(I wish you all a happy weekend, and now I suddenly feel that work is really a very happy thing.) (To be continued......)