Thirty miles further north of Wuxian Town is the cold and withered plateau, which is the territory of the Qiang people and the home of the Qiang people.

Whether it was the Central Plains when there were hundreds of countries, or now it is almost unified, the Qiang people have never disappeared, because they firmly believe that it is their home, and they would rather use their blood to water that beautiful grassland.

Of course, the main reason is that the people of the Central Plains can no longer live in such cold and harsh conditions, and the Qiang people can be defeated but escape, but it will not take long for them to return here.

The sharp axe that roared through the air and then fell, slashed deeply into the head of the war horse, cut off the arms of the steppe cavalry, and with the sudden muffled howl, countless war horses fell to the ground miserably, and the grassland man on the war horse fell miserably.

Death and blood did not break the will to fight of the steppe cavalry, but instead made the elite cavalry directly under the Left Tent Royal Court burst out with a stronger fighting spirit, they brandished the scimitars in their hands, roared and continued to rush forward against the rain of axes.

Contrary to the almost frenzied steppe cavalry, the Qiang warriors have remained silent from the beginning of the battle until now, whether they are running at high speed, dodging the rain of arrows, falling to the ground with injuries, or throwing axes with all their might, their lips are always tightly closed, and this silence is all the more terrifying in the battlefield that should be full of blood and severed limbs.

It's just that if there are bystanders on the edge of the battlefield, in their eyes, the steppe cavalry that is rushing forward with a roar and a wild roar has far overwhelmed these silent Qiang warriors in terms of momentum.

The black tide formed by the steppe cavalry finally approached the Qiang warriors who were silently rushing forward, and then the first collision occurred. It is unbelievable that the Qiang warriors, who were lacking in momentum because of their silence, were not scattered by the heavy cavalry, they stood like a reef in the black tide, and they were not scattered!

A young Qiang warrior squatted down, his long knife slashed out from his waist with lightning bolts, and the steppe cavalry rushing towards him suddenly sank with a shocked expression, and the war horse under him screamed miserably, and the two forefeet were neatly cut off at some point.

A middle-aged Qiang warrior looked at the steppe cavalry rushing in front of him with the momentum of wind and thunder, stepped forward with his right foot, slumped his waist, and slammed it with his shoulder. Using a human body to hit a horse is a self-defeating way no matter how you look at it, but this middle-aged Qiang man's shoulders are as hard as steel, and the angle of impact is so accurate, just avoiding the scimitar swung by the cavalry on the horse, hitting the most vulnerable place in the shoulder blade of the front leg of the war horse.

I only heard a muffled howl from a man or a horse, and the horse neighed and rolled over on its side, and the steppe cavalry on the horse showed its riding skills perfectly at this moment, and as soon as the body flipped over, it broke out of the saddle, avoiding the tragic end of being crushed under the heavy war horse, but ...... As soon as his feet landed on the ground, the long knife of the prime-aged Qiang warrior roared and cut off his head with a thud!

Crash!

The black tide composed of steppe cavalry overflowed, and the wasteland warriors stood in the black tide with long knives in their hands, and were instantly engulfed, but after a while, countless waves made of blood splashed in the black tide, but these mature or young Qiang men surfaced again, with blood all over them, to meet the second wave.

The tide overflows the reef and then slowly recedes, and the reef still stands silently on the seashore, as if it will be the same for hundreds of millions of years, and it will never be washed away by the tide!

The Qiang warriors are not ignorant reefs, facing the black tide of grassland cavalry that is coming in the wilderness, wave after wave, they do not choose to be silent forever, always fight hard, but use the fastest speed to make a second response.

With their feet tied to animal skins, they ran quickly on the grassland that had been slightly hardened by the cold, carrying grass roots and broken soil, and the Qiang warriors were like countless shadows interspersed among the black tide of the grassland cavalry.

They avoided those precise feathered arrows, avoided those sharp scimitars, avoided the impact of war horses, and approached each other very tacitly, with a group of five people, to divide and surround those steppe cavalry in the middle of the Kuroshio.

The picture at that time was very wonderful, the black tide of the grassland cavalry had flooded the entire battlefield, but they had no way to devour these Qiang men like Lu Shi in the shortest possible time, and those Qiang men didn't care about the knives and arrows behind them, ignoring the few people of the grassland cavalry who would be divided and surrounded by their own five people, brandishing long knives and rushing forward silently and fiercely. The long knife was sharp and pierced through the air, his feet flashed like the wind, and where blood splattered, from time to time a steppe cavalry fell from the saddle, and then was instantly divided into miserable pieces of flesh by several sword winds.

The steppe cavalry on the periphery and the cavalry that had already rushed through the battle line could not make effective rescues at all, and they tried their best to hold the frontier and release their bows, and the number of Qiang warriors who could shoot to death was extremely limited.

With terrifying close quarters defense and unimaginable running speed, this cavalry-infantry-infantry battle, which should have been one-sided, or even slaughtered, on the vast steppe is developing in the direction of an unbelievable victory.

In fact, since the Qiang people came into contact with the Chaoyang Empire, skirmishes have never stopped.

Another fact is that almost every time it ended with the victory of the Qiang people, which is the real reason why the Chaoyang Empire raised nearly a million male lions.

However, the victories again and again have put the Qiang people in a dilemma again and again, and this is an embarrassing dilemma on both sides.

On the surface, the Chaoyang Empire's failures again and again have brought about an increase in investment in border troubles again and again, however, no matter how much investment is increased, the result is always the same.

Obviously, this is a headache for the powerful Chaoyang Empire, and the border troubles have to be taken seriously, but investment means decentralization, and decentralization means that one day the generals of the frontier will have the strength to compete with the imperial court, which the royal family definitely does not want to see.

However, what is the headache of the Chaoyang Empire?

The Qiang people's repeated expeditions to the south were not for the territory of the Chaoyang Empire, but only for the necessities of life.

It is true that the Qiang people are very capable of fighting, but life is not as simple as fighting, or rather, their strength is definitely forced out.

The Qiang people have a pair of hands that can fight, but they can't make porcelain from the Central Plains, cloth and silk from the Central Plains, and even they can't guarantee their food and clothing.

Grazing and hunting are dependent on the weather for food, and a heavy snowfall or severe cold can kill their livestock, and they can't even survive without robbing.

What's more, they can win wars again and again, but they never want to come to live in the Central Plains and enslave the Central Plains people to produce for them.

It's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare, can tens of thousands of warriors see tens of thousands of Central Plains people, they can think of anything.

The most terrible thing in the battle is not defeat, but purposeless victory.

In the south of the grassland, there is a Taoist temple that looks extremely simple and simple on the outside, because there is no path in the ground, there have never been any tourists and believers here, and naturally there is no incense. The Taoists in the temple also don't like incense, they feel that the taste is really vulgar to the extreme, and even different from what ordinary Haotian Taoists think, the Taoists who live in this old temple have never even cared about incense money.

In the depths of the Taoist temple in a quiet lakeside, there are seven thatched houses, and the Taoist temple is the most simple and even shabby feeling different, although the eaves of these seven rooms are paved with thatch, but it gives people a sense of luxury and solemnity to the extreme, those thatched roots are yellow and white like gold and jade, I don't know how many years of wind and rain but still fresh as ever.

In the first thatched room, on the agarwood table by the window, a very large and thick book was quietly placed, and the cover was black as blood clotting.

The classic has been opened, and inside is a letter without an envelope, and the middle-aged Taoist put aside his pen and looked at it for a moment, and nodded with satisfaction.

There were two words written on that blank piece of paper, and it was someone's name.

"Xu Chen!"

At this moment, a fresh breeze blew outside the window, and the pages of the book rattled, and they kept turning forward. I don't know how many pages I turned, but this classic book with Japanese characters written on the cover finally turned from the page with the word Xu Chen written on it to the front.

The first page of the book is completely blank, like snow.

There are several names on the second page that follows, and at the top is the Absolute Dust Son, and a Jun character can be faintly seen not far away. There was a person on the paper whose name was different, far from all names, so that he seemed extremely lonely, but extremely strong, as if he was unwilling to stand with these powerful people of the Central Plains Righteous Path who shook the sky.

Because he is the strongest man in Beiqiang, his name is Tuoba Invincible.