The turf was lifted off the horse's hooves to reveal the soft mud on the edge of the lake, and when it was raised, gravel and grass roots were lifted, and the mirror-like water of the lake shook lightly, and there were tiny droplets of water stirring up, and then the lake surface rippled and rippled, and many leaves on the poplar trees were also shaken down, swaying and swirling in mid-air.

"I will live up to His Highness's trust!"

Ma Youliang looked at the back of the iron horse and was slightly distracted, although reason told him that this was the best choice, since joining the army, with His Majesty's southern and northern wars, he has grown up in corpses and carrion and seen too much life and death, he should not be so sentimental, the battlefield should be based on breaking the enemy, but it is inevitable that there are still some sighs, and more are still relieved.

When the figure of the last Iron Rider disappeared on the horizon,

"All the troops are out!"

"Go north!"

With a loud shout, he ordered the riders to scatter.

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

As soon as the horse stepped on the stirrup, it fell steadily to the saddle, the leather whip was raised, and the horse ran forward in pain.

At this moment, take the lead,

Behind him is like a cloud, and the iron halberd is like a forest.

Looking down from the sky,

The 40,000 iron cavalry is like a fan spread out on the ground, the momentum is huge, and when the iron cavalry steps out of the oasis, it is even more than ten miles away from the smoke and dust, and it can be seen clearly.

This time, Ma Youliang did not choose a remote route, but plunged straight in the direction of the Golden Horde, like a sharp knife coming out of his hand, without any cover-up, he was about to pierce the enemy's body.

He didn't believe it,

The barbarian has the guts to ignore his own knife!

After dealing with barbarians for decades, even if the barbarians could support 300,000 troops with the strength of the clan before they came, it was obviously unrealistic, so more than 200,000 was the limit.

On the way north, several tribes have been leveled,

The barbarian soldiers facing each other will only die 200,000, and since His Royal Highness has chosen to go deep into the royal court alone, then he and the others must attract the attention of most of the barbarian soldiers no matter what.

In fact, as long as it is a means to kill barbarians,

I don't resent it,

I'm a vulgar martial artist,

The eight of the sons of the mouth,

As Qiu Ba naturally has the consciousness of Qiu Ba,

If you can come more directly, more pleasantly, more naked,

It's still much more refreshing.

Whether it is to eat the barbarians on the Gobi Desert with agate,

Or use religion to eat away at the minds of the barbarians,

It is not as pleasant as cutting the throat of the barbarian with a knife, and the vigorous blood is still carrying warm blood, the horse's hooves stepping on the barbarian's mournful wail, and the bow and arrow penetrating the flesh hanging at the end of the arrow, that kind of bloody and intuitive scene.

Saving His Highness means that he himself is,

Let yourself attract the attention of the armies of barbarians,

It's like walking a dog,

Fishing the army of barbarians far behind,

As for the frontal war, His Highness has no meaning of that,

The lone army went deep into the royal court under great pressure,

But the brute who knew that the horse had food was not a fool.

If you hang your appetite from afar, then the barbarian will find that it is not right to withdraw some troops back to the royal court, and His Highness's situation will naturally be self-evident.

So I have already set the tone in my heart,

The battle is to be fought, as for how to fight it or according to my own heart, I will take 40,000 iron horsemen to attack the barbarian army frontally, and as for the rest, I will hand over all the rest to His Highness.

At the beginning, His Majesty led 6,000 iron horsemen to fight thousands of miles,

Slay ten times as many as the first dead,

The other day,

His Royal Highness returned to Liangzhou for a trip of 1,800 miles to kill people,

I want to try it when my horse has food and life,

40,000 iron horsemen broke the atmosphere of 200,000 barbarians,

My horse has food and is waiting to pee with His Highness on the golden tent,

How can you put your Highness in danger?

......

Hohe tribe, at dusk,

A wisp of smoke rose from the ground, and a round sun slowly disappeared from the horizon.

A barbarian priest with green juice on his face was knocking down a piece of black bread mixed with unknown blades of grass and throwing it into the boiling water, and the grass not far away was densely lined with the corpses of the Huer tribesmen in a pool of blood, the strong smell of blood did not affect his appetite, for him it seemed that eating was a very sacred thing and could not be interrupted by anything.

After drinking the viscous soup in the kettle, the priest got up with a cane of dead wood, walked calmly among the corpses, squatted down from time to time, and gently touched the missing left ear of the deceased with his fingers, his withered lips moved slightly, and he made incomprehensible syllables, and his voice was a little low and a little blank.

As if in excess, as if praying,

After a long time, he looked up at the sky, and a faint terrifying light flashed in his mixed eyes, he was the priest of the barbarians, also known as the ascetic on the vast Gobi, measuring the place where the barbarians were with their footsteps.

But these days I have encountered rotting corpses everywhere, and there are vultures hovering in the sky, they are greedy scavengers, the back of the neck is completely naked and featherless, and the neck has a wrinkle formed by hazel white feathers, which makes it easier to penetrate the abdomen of the corpse full of miserable white ribs to take flesh and blood.

If nothing else, many companions will join in the next half month, and the feast will last for a long time.

Not far from the priest, a barbarian, also wearing a cloak and wrapped in darkness, blew the bone flute in his hand.

"Woo-"

The sound of the bone flute was terrible, and the vultures perched on the dead trees on the side were also startled, and the vultures hovering in the air were all over the sky, as if the shadow of death had shrouded the land, and if you looked closely, the belly of a vulture was slightly bulging, and it seemed that she had eaten a lot these days, and a lot of people had died on the Gobi Desert.

Abrupt, for no reason,

A vulture fluttered its wings and flew farther north.

Vultures have a special place in the desert wasteland meadows and in the Gobi, they symbolize death and ominousness, and they can also take carrion to drive away the plague, so no barbarian will ever hunt them.

For the extreme barbarian, it is an extremely lucky thing to be eaten by a vulture after death, and it will fly high into the sky with its own flesh and blood, and throw itself into the arms of the barbarian god.

Inexplicably,

The priest lowered the tattered cloak over his head, and the sound of the bone flute stopped abruptly, for he had seen a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life, and the priest in the pile of corpses also stopped his excesses, and his mouth was open, and his chapped lips were wide open and blood was oozing out.

The vultures abandoned the dead bodies everywhere, and flew farther north in groups, obscuring the clouds and the sun, and their black feathers were like a large cloud, and everywhere they passed, the wolves were hiding in the rubble, not daring to whimper.

In the eyes of most people, the vulture plays the role of a scavenger,

But the priest who played the flute knew that it was not so,

For he had seen an ugly vulture standing beside a scrawny barbarian child, who stared at the hard bread in his hand and there was something in his eyes called longing.

At that time, it was carelessly combing the black-brown down feathers on its back, but when it turned its head, there was something clear in its hazel eyes called greed.

They prefer fresh blood to carrion.

The old vulture has a hunch,

In the farther north direction,

There is also an unprecedented gluttonous feast waiting for you.

Where there is fresh flesh and blood,

You can even experience the warm sensation of the spike piercing the skin of your dying prey, and the blood spurting out.