300,000 people, how many?

There are a lot, but not much, and when there are more people than the concept of a number, it can only be said to be a scene.

Big scene.

The big scene, the big battle, the borderless field of thousands of troops and horses is just around the corner, and it's just like this if you really see it.

In the words of the old master, the bigger the thing, the smaller it is, and you can see its bigness.

An ancient city, like a bird's nest.

The endless tents are like grains of black, gray and white rice, layered around the bird's nest.

In the meantime, there are ants walking, in swarms, in good order.

It's a bird's nest, made of stones, surrounded by an army of ants, and that's how it looks from a distance. The four people were watching, a horse was watching, lurking in the north of a small hill to the north: "Herod! In the middle of the day, white and bland, this is outside the city of Liangzhou, today is the ninth day of October.

To the south is a river called the Python River, which looks slender and long from a distance, like a strand of hair.

In the east, there are mountains in the distance, undulating like waves blown by a breeze.

To the west is the endless plain, the Gobi Desert, and endless desolation.

Heaven and earth are chess scales, and the company camp is a chess piece, and a bird's nest falls on it, which is already big enough.

Liangzhou City.

There is no moat to defend, there is no geographical advantage to speak of, a thousand-year-old city stands silently between heaven and earth, it seems to be Jiangzhou, but it is different. What is big and what is small? If it looks like it is 108,000 miles away, it is just a speck of dust. Looking at the ancient city of Liangzhou from afar, overlooking the Blowing Horn Company Camp, Fang Yin suddenly had a trace of enlightenment in his heart, but he couldn't think about it. There are no scenes of tragic battles, no earth-shattering shouts, no scarlet blood and white bones, the city and the outside are quiet, extremely quiet, like an empty and desolate dream.

Why?

"Qingyun-" Qingyun couldn't wait, the old master shouted Qingyun had already rushed out, like an arrow off the string, a cyan meteor: "Ha!" The iron hooves stepped on the hard earth and stone, and the head raised high undulated and the cyan mane was excited, which was clearly a banner hunting and dancing in the wind, waking up a dream that had been dormant for thousands of years: "Da Da!" instantly rode away, and the momentum was like a rainbow, just like a cyan arrow went straight to pierce the gray haze in front of him: "Hum!"

The torrent broke the embankment, and the ants blew up the nest, so Fang Yin watched Qingyun and the old master break straight into the enemy camp one by one, like a small bee breaking through the ant's nest. Everything was in the blink of an eye, Qingyun was so fast that it was jaw-dropping, and no one had time to react! In one fell swoop, the encirclement was broken, and the men and horses were about to be in chaos, and for a while, the war horses were startling and the soldiers moved in unison, and the peaceful scene was broken: "Woo-woo-" The horn first rose, and the majestic and desolate world echoed, but Qingyun had already broken through the encirclement and gone away, out of reach.

is to enter the city, of course, the old master is one step ahead, the old master is old, and he can't stand tossing back and forth.

The old master carried a basket of herbs on his back, and without drawing his sword, he easily entered the city.

Of course, if you don't toss, it's not Qingyun, the three of them watched tens of thousands of people also watch the lightning gallop into the city gate, but they don't enter, they trotted all the way back, straight in front of thousands of troops and horses, a stone's throw away, standing. The horse neighed happily, his head was held high, his tail was cocked, his attitude was extremely arrogant, his expression seemed to be provocative, and he danced with the wind with a gray square scarf on his head: "Puff-"

It's a snort, and it sounds particularly harsh: "Buzz!"

The rain of arrows came out, like a swarm of locusts soaring into the air, from a distance it looked like a cloud, and all the strings buzzed into the ears clearly! It was showing off, and it was also proud, and it was also confident and proud! I heard that there was a kind of thing that made arrows, and I heard that arrows can be faster than Qingyun, right? Qingyun wanted to give it a try, Qingyun of course refused to accept it, and Qingyun suddenly turned around and flew four hooves at the moment of the arrow rain, and rushed straight out like arrows! The arrows were flying and flying, buzzing in the air, a big green horse in front of him, and a group of gray hornets in the back! The arrow is like a locust array, and there is a slight arc, and the place of an arrow is not far from a strong bow and a hard crossbow, and the momentum is also like a shadow.

However, how fast the green clouds are, but the distance is also small, and the green clouds suddenly relax out of the place of half an arrow, and they are standing.

Tens of millions of arrows are insurmountable, all behind Qingyun, behind the tail.

Thousands of troops and horses are silent, there is a commotion above the city, people are shadows and shadows seem to be cheering, and a big banner is waving against the wind.

Yes, Qingyun returned leisurely, and settled his hooves before thousands of troops: "Puff!"

It's the majesty, it's the cool and arrogant, what kind of big scene Qingyun has never seen before, but it's just that, Qingyun was a little disappointed. If it is just like this, this is not a battlefield, a man and a horse face thousands of troops and horses, like a heads-up and a play, which has angered the Xiliang army: "Hum!" Another sound, the strings are buzzing, but it is an arrow, only an arrow straight through the middle of it to pierce the clouds and crack the stone! Its line is straight, the gray and black arrow shaft is as straight, and the black sharp arrow is taking the horse's head!

In an instant, it was three zhang away, and Qingyun turned around-

The clouds do not flash, compare the high and low!

The clouds are running, the arrows are flying!

Woohoo lament, time is also fate, in fact, the clouds are safe, and the arrow is in the heart of the old master: "Hey!"

In fact, the old master walked alone and on horseback, and the old master could reach out and grab the arrow, but the old master did not do that.

It was an iron feather arrow, and it couldn't be done without a bow of six stones.

With an arrow away, Qingyun stood again, shook his tail proudly, and ran back with small broken steps.

Iron Feather Arrow, not so much: "Puff!"

There is still strength to spare, but there is no one person, three times to challenge, the human god is the horse god?

The old master rode on Qingyun, Qingyun almost didn't feel it, it seemed to be two taels of cotton, and he was lighter than one hundred and eight younger. Qingyun stood proudly in front of the battle, and with his strong physique and beautiful posture, he drew everyone's attention, as well as the horse. The noise gradually rose, one after another, but no one stepped forward. Ten thousand horses are dark and eclipsed, but they are like nails. Shocked is shocked, but strange, this is a battlefield and this is a well-disciplined iron-blooded army, and there are many winds and waves, regardless of men and horses.

"Hum-" three strings moved, thinking it was the end.

One is not a thousand, the second is even more, and this time, it is ten thousand!

Ten thousand arrows are fired at once, and the morale cannot fall! The dark clouds are in the air, and the military power cannot be taken away! The arrows are like a rainstorm and the face is covered with a face, and the green clouds and hoofed people stand up, and Herod Rod's chief hisses and steps down: "Boom!" This is the rain of arrows, dense and fierce, this is also the arrow array, the branches perform their duties, and the left and right sides are blocked in all directions before and after for a while, and the green clouds are hissing and roaring like lightning and flying like electricity, and they are also heroic and fearless, but the arrows are falling like rain like the power of the sky: "Kalala-"

Bang la, it's raindrops, click, pull it away.

The old master raised his sword, pulled the sword with the sheath twice, and then went with Qing to break through the rain of arrows and enter the city and disappeared.

The sound of joy at the head of the city was thunderous, and it was clear from afar.

It was crowded, a little flame rising, jumping, cheerful, red-lit -

"Sister Peony!"

"Haha! and rouge!" Fang Yin finally saw the small red flag clearly, and a big black character that changed like a cloud was clearly eye-catching.

Square!