The cavalry, which never needed additional war drums, boosted morale.

The earth under their feet is the war drum they carry with them.

The hooves of the horses under the seat are their drumsticks.

The horse's hooves are flying, and the muffled sound of thunder sounding every time you step on the earth is the most inspiring drum music in the world.

The drums don't stop!

The charge doesn't stop!

Han Shao sat on the Liaodong horse on his crotch and took the lead.

Behind him, hundreds of black-armored cavalry rode horses to accompany him, and on the premise of maintaining the formation, he never fell behind.

Looking at the barbarian cavalry in front of him, which far exceeded his own number, Han Shao felt for a moment that he was doing an extremely stupid thing.

After all, I had been hiding in the riding formation and fishing in troubled waters, and I didn't feel anything.

But when he rushed to the front, he looked at the enemy army on the opposite side that could not be seen at a glance, and the snow bright scimitar shining in the cold light in the sun.

A great fear instantly filled my heart.

At this moment, he realized that he was also afraid of death!

Obviously, in this inexplicably strange and barbaric world, he does not have the slightest nostalgia at all.

There are no familiar people and unfinished things that make him nostalgic.

But all of a sudden, he was scared!

'No wonder they say that there is a great terror between life and death......

Han Shao forced the heart in his chest that was beating violently because of fear.

Because at this time, even if it is regretted, it is too late.

Just as they were charging, the panicked and somewhat chaotic horsemen on the opposite side suddenly separated a cavalry army and rushed forward.

The same fierceness is not afraid of death!

The same courage!

Even if it was on both sides of the enemy and us, Han Shao had to sigh in his heart.

It's a pity that in this world, the ass has always decided the head.

His hero, my enemy!

On the battlefield, you live or die!

"You can only survive when you die! Crush them! We can all live! ”

Han Shao, who was in the crotch of Liaodong Malaysia, waved the long knife in his hand.

"Kill!"

Hundreds of black-armored remnants behind him heard Han Shao's loud shout, and immediately responded.

"Kill!"

The cavalry hedged, a distance of one or two miles, but it was instantaneous.

It's not even too late to turn fear into the idea of running away.

Two cavalry armies of similar numbers collided violently.

Han Shao, who was in the lead, as the arrow of the arrow array, also forgot the word 'afraid of death' at this moment.

A domineering innate sword qi was slashed out first.

The oncoming horsemen rode wildly, and the people and horses were shattered in an instant.

Stumps are flying around.

Han Shao rushed through the blood mist in the sky, and the hot blood that had not yet lost its temperature even made him feel a little hot.

"Happy!"

Haha laughing, Han Shao, who was covered in blood, was like an Asura from purgatory, and the long knife in his hand slashed out one by one.

In the next moment, the power of the True Yuan, which was far more majestic than the True Qi, instantly vented out along the meridians that he couldn't understand.

"Slash!"

With a burst of shouting, the huge sword light swept forward and raged.

Everywhere you go, there is nothing but death, but death!

I can't even hear the terrible howl of the other party before he died.

Because it all happened so fast!

It was so fast that many brute horsemen rushed towards him, and before he could react, a piece suddenly became empty in front of him.

Then he saw that the southern dog, which was originally blocked by the clansmen in front of him, had rushed in front of him.

Before the stunned expression on his face subsided, the brilliant sword light that instantly tore his clan apart appeared in front of him again.

And this glance is already forever......

Han Shao rode his horse wildly, holding the reins in one hand to control the Liaodong horse under his seat, and jumped over the ravine that he had cut out before.

"Leap!"

In a hurry, in just one word, the black-armored cavalry behind him had a heart.

"Leap!"

"Leap!"

In an instant, the figures of hundreds of black-armored cavalry soldiers were like one, pulling out a black arc in the air.

Cross the ravine and fall steadily.

Continue to follow Han Shao's back and ride his horse straight away.

While using the same heavy long knife in his hand, he continued to harvest the lives of the enemy soldiers in front of him and beside him.

In a trance, they faintly felt that this time, they had the heart to die, and the charge they launched seemed to be easier than they imagined.

All they have to do is follow the figure rushing to the front, keep charging, keep reaping.

That's all!

Some people who didn't know Han Shao couldn't help but feel a little strange.

When did such a fierce man appear in this army?

How come you've never heard of it before?

You must know that the strong in the army have always been respected!

It seems that such a strong man in the army, who is ridiculously strong at a young age, is still so obscure, not to mention unheard of.

It can also be said that it is off the spectrum!

"Isn't it the son of a family, or a descendant of the sect, who came to my town to experience training in the Liao army?" ’

Some soldiers slandered and speculated in their hearts.

But some people who knew Han Shao had no more than strange faces, but strange ones.

The only thought in their minds at this time.

That's 'Brother Shao'er', I'm afraid it's not a ghost......

It's just that on the battlefield right now, in an instant of life and death, I can't find a chance to go up and question it.

……

I wore it!

Kill through!

Nearly the same number of cavalry hedges.

In less than half a cup of tea, the remnants of his own army, which was almost exhausted, were killed.

Looking at the blood-colored passage behind him that he had stepped on.

A black-armored cavalry suddenly raised the long knife in his hand and roared.

"Invincible!"

The next moment, hundreds of voices roared in unison.

"Invincible!"

In the face of this short-lived victory, Han Shao was obviously a little surprised.

Turning his head, he glanced at the pair of eyes behind him that faintly showed a frenzied color.

In order to hide his discomfort, he hurriedly looked at the barbarian cavalry army in front of him, who were obviously frightened by this tragic confrontation.

The heavy long knife in his hand pointed again.

"Today I am waiting to fight to the death, just to beg for life!"

"Whoever dares to stand in my way will die!"

The next moment, the Liaodong horse under the crotch shot out.

"Zhenliao Army! Charge! ”

After a burst of applause, Han Shao rode alone and took the lead in charging towards the thousands of barbarian cavalry.

Behind them, hundreds of black-armored remnants who had a little bit of confidence knocked on their horses and followed.

"Begging! Begging! ”

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

In the face of this remnant army of the southerners, it suddenly and inexplicably exploded, and the barbarian cavalry on the opposite side suddenly lost an inch.

"Not good! Nangou is desperate! ”

There were barbarian cavalrymen with panicked faces.

Just now, the hundreds of horsemen, the people of a whole small tribe, were gone.

Such a tragic scene is really too terrifying.

Even the patriarch who rushed to the front, an innate grandmaster-level figure, was beheaded by the 'leader' of the southern dog before he had time to make a move.

The death was too silent and comical.

There are also commanders in the barbarian cavalry with suspicious faces, constantly wondering what is going on in their hearts.

With such a powerful southern dog, why didn't he make a move in the previous war?

Is there something wrong with this?

Pitfall?

Is there or is there any other secret?

The commander of the brute centurion, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and the more he thought about it, the more bottomless he became.

These small tribesmen led their tribesmen south, preparing to follow the khan to make a fortune.

If the clansmen die, then make a lot of money!

Not to mention getting rich, even the tribes behind them are afraid that other tribes will swallow the bones and scum left!

The grassland has always been a man-eating grassland!

This has not changed for thousands of years!

"Patriarch! I'll take my people to block it for a while! As long as you kill all these southern dogs, you will be able to make a contribution in front of the khan......"

In the face of the suggestion of his clansmen, the patriarch of the small tribe with the name of centurion in the barbarian cavalry army raised his hand as a whip.

"Your surname is Qingli, not Karasuma......"

Looking at the patriarch's ferocious gaze, the young clansman who had been whipped seemed to want to say something.

But the patriarch looked at the hundreds of black-armored cavalry who were on a rampage, but suddenly lowered his voice and ordered.

"With the people...... Remove! ”

……

Obviously, there is obviously more than one barbarian cavalry commander who has the same idea as the Qingli clan leader.

Soon, on this vast grassland, there was a ridiculous scene of thousands of barbarian horsemen being chased and cut by a remnant army of hundreds of black-armored remnants.

What does it mean to be defeated?

It's just a defeat!

As far as the eye could see, countless barbarian horsemen scattered and fled.

Even many brute riders don't know why they want to flee.

I only know that when others run, I also run with them.

Running and running, somehow someone shouted while running.

"Defeated! Defeated! ”

Is this a failure?

But it's clear that those southern dogs are just a few hundred remnants?

Some of the brute riders only felt that this defeat was really a bit confused.

There were those who did not give up, plucked up the courage to gather some people, and rushed towards the remnants of the black armor.

These brute horses are not brave, and their strength is not strong.

But in the blink of an eye, he was killed in pieces.

A centurion of the Congenital True Yuan Realm led by him was even 'led' by the southern dog who killed the crazy demon, and directly twisted off his head.

Abandoned corpses on this vast wasteland!

"Immortal Heaven is above! Nangou is ferocious! Invincible! Run! ”

For a while, the sound of panic was everywhere.

Wait until another army of brute horsemen emerges from the gentle slope.

The barbarian general at the head looked at the messy scene below, and his face suddenly darkened.

"A bunch of rubbish! Worse than useless! It's a shame for my Karasuma clan! ”

Looking at the black-armored remnant army below, the barbarian general was suddenly attracted by the young figure led by him.

What a Yongren young tiger general!

After thinking for a moment, he immediately said in a jerky tone.

"Who is the southern general? Can you use your name? ”

The sound was loud at first.

But in an instant, it was like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the battlefield.

Han Shao, who had already sensed that something was wrong, immediately gave up chasing and killing those barbarian cavalry routs, and ran wildly in the opposite direction.

Ha Lang laughed.

"A certain Han Shao!"

"Dayong Town, Liaoyi, a little pawn!"

……