This pasture is 70 miles southwest of Weicheng. Compared to Xiang Wanyuan, it is obviously in the south, but the temperature is lower. The grass and plants are not fertile. Tang Jun is willing to pay a great price. Attack situation at any time.

why? Because Tang Jun is almost running out of horses now, they must **** that pasture by next spring, that is their last hope.

In the wind and snow, there were fires everywhere in the Tang camp, and thick mattresses were placed on the backs of the war horses. Tang Jun viewed these remaining war horses more than his own life, which only made Ada feel more Contemptuously, he will never sympathize with the weak.

Just like he would not sympathize with the former defeated man.

Did Tang Jun, who had no war horses, still used to ride the world with Tie Qi? Was the man who was killed still the once powerful celebrity?

Huaying was drinking in Tangying, wearing a shirtless middle-aged tyrant, covered in soy-sized sweat beads, and his pale face was full of pain.

In the summer, he lost to the young man on the battlefield. His injuries have never been better. He has to drink alcohol in violation of military orders, because only alcohol-only the rich alcohol in Jiujiang Shuangzheng can suppress him. The injuries in the body allowed him to sober and continue to lead the more than two thousand cavalry.

In the last war, Tang State concluded a peace treaty with the Xiling Temple, and the heaviest price paid was to cede Xiang Wanyuan to the Golden Account King Court. dead.

Losing Xiang Wanyuan, Tang Guo lost the main source of war horses. In the following years, the small-scale fighting on the border never stopped.

Shan Yu ’s method was extremely venomous and fierce. He was about to consume Tang ’s horses. For this reason, he did not hesitate to make his cavalry pay twice or even three times the price, because

Wang Ting ’s horses can be added. Where can Tang ’s horses be added?

The number of war horses of the Zhenbei Army has rapidly decreased with the passage of time and the fighting that has not stopped, and has now entered a desperate situation.

As a famous general of the Tang Army, Hua Ying was a martial arts soldier who was a powerful anomaly. In the Zhenbei Army, both seniority and ability are only under General Xu Chi. At that time, his iron cavalry exceeded tens of thousands, and there were three thousand horror heavy cavalry, but now ...

Two thousand four hundred thirty-two, with two thousand four hundred thirty-two horses. There are 2,434 cavalrymen. It is all the cavalry under his command.

It can also be said to be the last cavalry of the Zhenbei Army.

Hua Ying accepted the military order. Bringing all the cavalry here and confronting the Golden Horde cavalry from summer to this time is tantamount to smashing all hope into it. Because Tang Jun needed the grass field, they had to find hope.

It is naturally impossible for the Tang Dynasty to have only these war horses, but it is meaningless to transfer Malays from the south, because the number is not enough to change the current situation, and what makes the Zhenbei Army uneasy and even angry is that the court seemed to have no such idea at all.

Hua Ying looked at the wine bowl, and it seemed that there was a fire burning in his eyes. At first, the academy decided to cede Xiang Wanyuan to the Golden Account Wang Ting. It was also Ning Que ’s commitment to solve the problem of the war horse. However, several years have passed. Tang Jun bleeds and sacrifices on this grassland. He and his soldiers are suffering like ghosts. Where is the horse?

"If you are lying to us, even if I die in the snow, I will return to Chang'an City and ask you to understand."

He picked up the wine bowl, looked somewhere in the south, and said to Ning Que.

At this moment, a police signal came from outside the camp, and at the same time there was a fierce cry. In the blizzard, the voice was clear and fierce, swaying to Shino.

Hua Ying withdrew his gaze and looked at the face in the wine bowl, which was a little haggard, no longer the sharp face of the year, and suddenly smiled.

Under the personal service of the soldier, he carefully put on his armor and walked out of the tent.

Walking out of the tent and still in the camp, he walked out of the camp again. The snowflakes fell on the armor, did not melt, and soon filled the gap.

Tang Jun stood outside his account and looked at his general in silence.

Came outside the camp, looking at the barbarian boy in the distance through the snow, Hua Ying said slightly: "The general will definitely approve me."

Of course he remembers who the barbarian young man was. In the pasture in the summer, he was defeated by the humble young man, and his injuries continue to this day.

No one knows when such a strong man appeared in the Golden Account Wang Ting. If it was defeated by the infamous General Loeb, Hua Ying might be able to figure it out, but he could n’t figure out where this young man came from. Why is it so strong.

It was not until the rumors gradually spread on the grasslands that people knew that the young slave named Ada, just like the standing figure of the Xiling Temple, was a gift left by Haotian to this world, and it was a powerful gift from God. .

Now Hengmu Liren has an unimaginable position in the hearts of believers in Haotian, and if Ada is not in the wilderness, his reputation will not be weaker.

After knowing the truth, Hua Ying realized that he lost his injustice-Hao Tian really abandoned Tang, just like he abandoned the deserted man thousands of years ago-he would not be afraid of it, but his mood was still affected after all. .

He looked far into the depth of the snow and blizzards, on the horizon where there was nowhere to see. There was a magnificent mountain range dividing the whole continent into two parts. It was Minshan and Tianjishan.

"Abandoned by Haotian ... terrible?"

Hua Ying smiled slightly, reached into the air, and took over the Piao Dao handed over by his own soldiers. The cool touch in the palm of his hand revitalized his spirit.

The barbarian teenager was very strong and terrifying. He knew he was not an opponent. If he played, or had only one way to die, he had no reason to play.

The two armies confronted each other, there was no reason for the general to single out, and on the battlefield, he never believed that the brave would win. If he avoided war, no one could say anything.

But on the way out of the camp, he saw the look and gaze of the soldiers, the endless fatigue and the most terrible fatigue, he saw the old horses wrapped in blankets, like patients, he knew the morale of the Zhenbei Army It has fallen to a level that is difficult to add.

If he plays, even if he is defeated and dead. It's also good ... The mourning soldiers may not necessarily win, but I want to be able to support more time until the moment when the situation changes.

So he held Park knife and walked towards the wind and snow.

"I want to take your head and bury it for my tribe."

A Da looked at Hua Ying and said blankly: "And one day, I will take the warriors of Wang Ting to your Chang'an city and kill that person."

Hua Ying broke the snow line on the armor and said, "You may kill me, but I am not going to let you go back alive. You can't see it in Chang'an City."

When saying this. The expression of the second strongest man in the Zhenbei Army was calm. He did not have the confidence to overcome the gifts left by Haotian, but he was confident to change his life.

When a person is not afraid of death, he will naturally not be afraid of destiny.

The fingers held on the handle of the knife slowly closed in sequence. Like iron casting. Snow fell on it. There was no sign of melting because his hands were so cold.

From his body to the slender handle. To the heavy dark blade, a very cold breath slowly released, and then suddenly rose.

The snow fluttering in the air, disturbed by this breath, blasted towards the surroundings, sending out a creaking sound like a sharp arrow.

With a blank expression, Ada pulled out the machete on the waist. This knife was a single sword given to him. It was extremely sharp, as bright as his eyes at this time.

Just like before every important battle, the teenager began to pray silently, begging him to give him strength to help him defeat all enemies.

The scattered snow in the air seemed to hear his prayers, slowing down the speed timidly, and the powerless drifting, the residual snow on the field gradually melted, exposing the residual grass below.

Snow disappears, but it is not alive, but on the contrary it gives a very gloomy feeling.

A Da looked at Huaying, who had bright eyes like gems and blades, with a look of contempt and pity, and then took a step forward.

He only took one step forward and stopped.

He felt something seemed wrong.

He looked up at the sky dome of falling snow, and suddenly there was endless sorrow in his chest, and some blue lips twitched slightly, like a moan: "Eternal life ..."

When the tribe failed, he was still young and did not know how to grieve. Later, when he made cattle and horses for the noble Wang Ting, he was too late to grieve. Then away from sorrow.

But at this moment, the sad emotion was so strong that he immediately occupied his body and mind, as if he saw his own death at the next moment.

Why is this happening?

He no longer looked at the sky, looking far away in the south, feeling that someone was looking at himself.

Although thousands of miles away, he could not hear any sound, but he had a strong feeling that the person was talking to himself, and as long as he took a step forward, he would die.

Atah's still childish dark face is full of unwillingness and anger. If the person can really shoot himself across the distance, why didn't he do it in summer?

What made him most angry was that he felt the other person's unabashed arrogance, and before this arrogance, Chang Shengtian remained silent!

And he began to fear!

There was a hissing sound in the snow, I wonder where the horse was, proud.

A Dawang looked to Tang Ying, holding a scimitar, wondering if he would take that step.

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Ten thousand miles south.

Snow was falling on the walls, and Ning Que was standing at the head of the city, leaning back on the entire Changan ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Looking at the direction of the distant wilderness, looking at the invisible field.

The dark and heavy iron bow rested on the city brick in front of him. The shocking array of pestle was held tightly in his hand, and his sense of consciousness dispersed to Shino.

The Zhenbei Army killed all the prisoners of war in the Golden Horde. This was his command. He knew that it would bring a lot of pressure to the Zhenbei Army, but he did n’t care because of the way he spoke to the world, except Qiuyuli The fallen head and the iron arrow behind him.

It is puzzling that even with the help of Chang'an City, he can't look far enough to see the whole world. The wilderness thousands of miles away is just a gray and fuzzy picture in his sea of ​​knowledge, as long as the king of gold accounts The strong man in the court is not stupid enough to light himself up, so it makes no sense.

But he still looked at the north, as if he could see the lights at any time, and then an iron arrow sent the other party into the underworld or the kingdom of God, or the fire of the lighting has been in the hands of the academy?

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(I wish you all a happy weekend, and now I suddenly feel that labor is really a happy thing.) (To be continued ...)