The sun represents life, he is the first flame of the continuation of life, in ancient times, there were countless tribes with the sun as a totem. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even among the steppe barbarians now, the status of the sun among their tribe is quite high.

When the sun rises, the world wakes up from the long night, and it represents the day of life.

But now, when the first rays of the sun shine from the end of the earth.

What brought these steppe barbarians was not the hope of life, but the despair of death.

Decades have passed since the last war between the Tang Dynasty and the steppe barbarians. Hesitating the cruelty in the grassland, there are not many old people left who can survive back then. Most of them have been reduced to dust.

But since they were young, they grew up listening to the stories of these old people, and the songs of those demon kings accompanied their childhood.

Almost every one of them would warn their children and grandchildren that no matter what, they must not be surrounded by the army of the Demon King, as there would be no life.

If there is a day, then ......

And at this moment, at the end of heaven and earth, countless Tang army formations spread out layer by layer, encircling them.

The floodgates of fear seemed to be opened all at once. They were terrified one by one, and no grassland people went to fight with the Tang army composed of martial arts warriors around them.

Horses became the object of their frenzied snatching, even if it was their own compatriots who snatched the horses with him, and at this time, they did not hesitate to raise their hands and cut them.

The people of the Five Fierce Palaces all looked stupidly at the panicked grassland barbarians. They can't understand how much fear the Tang army brought to them decades ago.

Even with nearly a million of them at this time, none of the steppe barbarians had the courage to fight.

When facing the army composed of martial arts warriors of the Tang Dynasty, no matter how high their martial arts are, these grassland barbarians dare to fight. But when facing the encirclement of the regular army of the Tang Dynasty, this kind of courage is like spring and snow, when the sun rises, it quickly melts, turns into a stream of water, dips into the earth and disappears.

No matter how much they shouted, they couldn't stop their madness.

Cui Yu and the others all breathed a sigh of relief, and countless Tang soldiers sat down, their faces all tired, but their faces were full of joy for the rest of their lives.

The fighting finally stopped.

At this time, no steppe barbarian paid any attention to them. Even if a Tang soldier was already sitting on the ground exhausted, the steppe barbarians passing by could take his life with a single sword, but those steppe barbarians ran directly past him as if they didn't see him.

What an incredible thing it is.

After fighting last night and night, they really understood the bravery of these grassland barbarians, but today, when they found the Tang army surrounding them, they seemed to have no soul, and they were like walking corpses.

They fought each other and fought for horses. But when those powerful steppe barbarians scrambled for horses, they were stunned one by one.

There are Tang troops on all sides, and where can they flee.

After many days of fighting, coupled with a night of decisive battles, there are probably more than 800,000 million steppe barbarians now, and as for the tens of thousands of wounded, no matter how serious the injuries are, at this time, who can still think of them.

The tribal leaders of the barracks, shouting loudly in the steppe dialect, gathered their tribal warriors around them.

At this time, they can only trust the people of their own tribe.

The people of the Five Fierce Spirits Hall have long since disappeared. It's not last night.

Even if Cui Yu's army suddenly attacked and the decisive battle broke out, it was not yet the worst. There are millions of them, and Cui Yu only has about 100,000 people, no matter how you look at them, they will be the final victors.

But now, no matter how many people they have, relying on this group of walking corpses who don't even have souls, they are no match for the Tang army anyway.

Just after they tried to win over the army to no avail, they didn't know what means they used, and they disappeared into the panicked camp of the steppe barbarians.

No one saw them. It's like they've never been here.

"Woo!" the long trumpet sounded from all directions.

As if thunder, the neat steps stepped on the earth, causing the earth to shake constantly.

"Kill, kill, kill" shouted three times, soaring into the sky. The Tang army began to advance slowly from all directions.

They walked slowly, but in unison, and from above, a silvery-white band, in an irregular circular pattern, slowly but steadily narrowed towards the middle.

The three killings made the grassland people even more frightened to turn on their backs one by one. There are even many timid steppe barbarians, who are so frightened that they can't even stand on their feet.

Just when the steppe barbarians were panicked and at a loss, I don't know who took the lead, the steppe barbarians, who were trapped in the center and huddled together, began to charge.

It's a battle without a manager, or rather, it's a battle for survival.

Countless steppe barbarians crowded each other, pushing and shoving, and launched a charge in a direction that they themselves did not know.

At this time, even if they don't know what the future holds, they know that at this time, they can only launch a breakthrough in one direction, and whoever can escape and ascend to heaven in the end depends on who the gods favor more.

"Knock! knock!"

The commander of the Tang army on the opposite side naturally discovered that the steppe barbarians had begun to charge at the first time.

The sound of heavy drums was loud.

As if this was some kind of signal, all the Datang soldiers suddenly stopped at this moment. In the army phalanx in the first row of the house, one after another Tang generals suddenly appeared.

I saw that they were holding a blood-red flag high in their hands, but they were too far away to see what was on it.

As the drums became more and more secretive, the palms of these young generals slipped into the sharp ground of the armor, and blood dripped from their hands.

But one by one, they touched the blood on the palms of their hands on the flagpole of the red flag in their hands.

At this time, in all the phalanxes, traces of blood-red smoke began to emerge from the bodies of those Tang soldiers, slowly rising.

As if there was some kind of force pulling it, these blood mist involuntarily floated into the blood-red banner in the hands of the young general in front of him.

The Tang Dynasty soldiers seemed to have become accustomed to this situation, and everyone's face did not even change.

The charge of the steppe barbarians was extremely fast, and seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the Tang army, they were beating their horses and galloping wildly, while stretching their bows and arrows, without a unified command, and the arrows they shot were scattered.

There were still four or five hundred steps away from the Tang army, and they fell weakly.

At this moment, as if the banner had swallowed enough blood mist, a layer of blood-colored red light was released from the red battle flag.