When Lu Qian's luck turned into a blue umbrella of the size of Mu Xu, the resurrecting heaven and earth spirit of the Holy Heaven was like a thin piece of water. Lu Qian's luck umbrella was like a meteorite falling from the sky, fiercely
Smashed it in hard.
Circles of ripples spread quietly between heaven and earth, spreading throughout the entire world in an instant.
Air traction.
Destiny is involved.
Connected by blood.
To the north of the North Border City of Dayin is Beiming Prefecture.
There are many grasslands, many lakes, many forests and rivers, etc. The territory is vast and rich in resources. A prince named Dayin, who was conferred by Dayin, ruled various fiefdoms of different sizes by relying on the city that Dayin built for them.
In their fiefdoms, countless nomadic tribes, large and small, surrounded the majestic cities of the princes, migrating and living in pursuit of water and grass.
There are often conflicts between these tribes over water and grass pastures.
Small conflicts, no one pays attention to them, small and medium-sized tribes, in which year won't thousands or eight hundred people be killed or injured in the fight for pasture?
But once a large-scale conflict occurs, once there are enough casualties, the princes who are huddled in the majestic city like evil dragons hiding in their lairs will lead their armies to leave their lairs and summon
The tribesmen under his command launched large-scale battles involving hundreds of thousands or millions of people.
After crossing this fertile land full of vitality, and then heading north for hundreds of thousands of miles, we crossed a fast and ferocious "White Python River" and reached the Far North of Quzhou.
This is a vast territory of complete chaos and disorder.
Tribes, large and small, are like a group of ferocious beasts, struggling to survive in this land with cruel climate and harsh environment.
Here, there are no rules and regulations, no human ethics and laws, and even... we can't even talk about 'civilization'.
Tribes, large and small, slaughtered and devoured each other. The fists represented truth and the blades represented justice. From time to time, a dominating super tribe streaked across the sky like a meteor, rising, becoming powerful, and then again in just a few dozen seconds.
It collapsed mid-year.
A hundred years ago, the Qinglang Banner rose. The powerful Qinglang clan used knives and swords, blood and fire to kill all the major tribes in the Far North. They became the clan leaders respected by all clans.
Thirty years ago, the Black Deer Banner emerged from the barren mountains and rivers. It was more barbaric than the Qinglang Clan. The ferocious Black Deer Clan coerced tribes of all sizes and launched a crazy provocation against the Qinglang Banner's dominance.
The war between Green Wolf and Black Deer lasted for eight years.
Over the past eight years, tribes of all sizes in the far north of Quzhou, whether they wanted to or not, were all involved in crazy wars.
In just eight years, almost all the old people in the tribes in Quzhou in the far north died, while the number of young men and women decreased by 50%.
After eight years, the exhausted Green Wolf and Black Deer no longer had the strength to fight. The leaders of the two clans were forced to sit together, drank blood wine, and swore to heaven to form a brotherly alliance.
The previous emperor of Dayin.
Yinyuan's father.
Emperor Yinxi of Tianqi (熇, he, fierce fire), who had great ambitions and strategies to revitalize Dayin, commanded the Yulin cavalry that he had spent decades carefully building, and mobilized a large number of elite Forbidden troops, with his most trusted
A group of close generals pointed their swords at the north.
Once upon a time, Dayin was in decline, and the last military city in the four major states was captured amidst the clamor of tribes in Quzhou in the far north.
That year, Yinxu swore an oath to raise an army. He swore to the ancestors of heaven and earth that he would take back the military cities that fell that year one by one, and let Yin's will once again envelope the four poles.
He raised an army and marched day and night to Quzhou in the far north.
Following the main road leading directly to the north, the huge emperor's personal conquest army took two years to finally cross the Baimang River and reach the far north of Dazhou.
Green Wolf and Black Deer, who were still licking their wounds, were horrified and joined forces to fight against the emperor's army with the alliance of brothers.
Yinxiu personally went to the front line, shouted for fierce battle, and commanded the high-morale conquest army. He defeated the Qinglang and Black Deer coalition forces in eighteen games in a row. The grasslands in the far north of Fanzhou became rivers of blood. Countless tribal leaders knelt in front of the emperor's war horse.
He cried to the sky and swore to return to the banner of Dayin.
Battle 19.
The northern border of Quzhou in the far north, next to the giant lake of the ‘White Sea’ that is almost permanently sealed...
The emperor's own army, which had an absolute advantage, had its food routes cut off and was surrounded by unknown powerful forces. The emperor's army fought bloody battles for three months before finally collapsing and not a single soldier escaped.
In Haojing City, the autumn scenery is still bright. Countless literati and scholars climbed up to admire the scenery, admire the red leaves, chrysanthemums, and beauties. They even recited poems and listened to the newly published poetry collection of the "Poetic Saint" Tianyang Gong Lu Qian.
In the far north of Quzhou, roads have been blocked by heavy snow, and there are three feet of snow on the flat ground.
From time to time, the cold current from the Minghai Sea in the far north will whip up a white-haired blizzard, blowing across the earth and bringing death to all living beings equally.
Except for the strongest and most fearless warriors, as well as the most ferocious beasts that are about to die of hunger, no other living creature will go out and walk in such horrible weather, risking being killed by a blizzard at any time.
A group of nearly a hundred cavalrymen was struggling southward in the snow.
All the way south.
Ahead, the Baimang River, which is hundreds of miles wide, has been frozen by thick ice, but through the thick ice, the sound of rushing water under the ice can still be heard.
Behind the small cavalry team, a large cavalry force with tens of thousands of people and flying the green wolf flag was hysterically whipping the horses that usually love life, and frantically chasing the small team in front.
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Among the escaping team in front, the leader, a tall man with pale hair and beard, and sharp eyes like daggers, suddenly swayed, and a hungry and skinny one-horned yak under the seat let out a mournful cry and fell heavily to the ground.
He kept spitting out blood from his mouth.
The man rolled to the ground, wordlessly approached the yak's neck, which had exhausted its last bit of strength, pulled out a dagger polished with black flint, cut the yak's artery, and swallowed the hot blood in large gulps.
The escaping team stopped, and several more mounts couldn't bear the pain, and their bodies swayed and fell to the ground.
A group of people jumped off their horses, cut open the mount's neck without saying a word, and shared the hot blood spurting from the arteries.
Some people even took advantage of the horses' bodies to be still warm, cut off a few pieces of tender meat from their bodies, and ate them raw in big mouthfuls.
Ruining hair and drinking blood, like wild beasts.
The sound of hooves behind them sounded like thunder, and the chasing team got closer and closer.
In the wind and snow, you can already see the swaying green wolf flags.
"Green Wolf!" The man who was the first to fall off his mount suddenly raised his head, with a terrifying smile on his face covered in blood: "I will make your race extinct!"
A burly man, nearly ten feet tall, wrapped in several pieces of tattered old sheepskins, with a large area of skin exposed, was holding an iron gun. He left his horse, which was unable to run, and strode towards the pursuers.
As he strode forward, he shouted sternly: "Let's go! Cross the river!"
"After passing the Baimang River, you will reach the territory of the princes of Beimingzhou. If the people of Qinglang and Heilu dare to cross the border, it will be a life-and-death fight."
"Cross the river, cross the river, cross the river, and there is still hope!"
"Today, I, Lu Xiu, died here!"
The burly man roared loudly, and his roar was tragic, like a fatally injured lone wolf making the last sound in his life.
"Nineteen years ago, I should have died!"
"You guys from the Qinglang clan, come here!"
Dozens of generals of the Qinglang clan, who were riding long-haired yaks as big as elephants, armed with heavy weapons such as axes and maces, and as tall as bears and tigers, roared deeply and urged their mounts to charge at full speed.
Lu Xiu straightened up his spear, and the dull spear made a dull sound of breaking wind, blasting out dragon-shaped spear rays in the wind and snow.
The gun head rotated rapidly and slammed into the bodies of the long-haired yaks with terrifying force.
The huge yak's body was blown to pieces, and the generals of the Qinglang clan on the ox's back fell to the ground one after another. Before they could get up, Lu Xiu strolled forward as if admiring flowers and chrysanthemums, shooting one by one.
, blasting the heads of these generals to pieces.
A large group of Green Wolf Cavalry rushed in.
Like a turbid flood, they rushed towards Lu Xiu,
Lu Xiu is like a solid dam, firmly blocking the front of the torrent.
The mounts were smashed to pieces, and the cavalry roared and was picked off by the spears.
Soon, a large pile of corpses was piled up in front of Lu Xiu, blocking the charging Green Wolf Cavalry.
The Green Wolf Cavalry bypassed the clansmen who died in the battle and launched a charge from both sides of Lu Xiu.
Arrows rained down on Lu Xiu one after another.
The sound of 'Puff' was endless, and Lu Xiu's body was constantly hit by arrows. The arrows easily pierced the old sheepskin on his body, but when they hit his skin, which was tougher than sheepskin, they all fell weakly.
In the small escape team, dozens of men who were also only wrapped in old sheepskins, skinny and injured, pulled out various weapons and ran towards Lu Xiu without saying a word.
The man with gray hair and beard took a deep look at the besieged Lu Xiu and the men who turned back to die. He gritted his teeth, stood up without saying a word, turned around and stepped onto the surface of the Baimang River.
A general hiding in the Green Wolf Cavalry suddenly rushed out, and the weird-shaped sheep-head hammer in his hand was fiercely struck, hitting Lu Xiu hard on the chest.
Lu Xiu's chest was sunken and he vomited blood.
He roared, and the Canghai Jin inherited from the Jingyang Lu family was fully activated, and a vast blue light gushed out from his whole body.
Lu Xiu was about to launch a fatal blow... Lu Jin suddenly took shape in Haojing City, his mother's huge umbrella of luck.
If anyone present could see the luck on the top of Lu Xiu's head, they would be able to see that the bloody luck on his head, which was originally shattered like sand, suddenly moved inwards.
A half-acre-sized bloody cloud gradually emerged. Above the bloody cloud, a green umbrella of luck with a diameter of three feet quickly took shape.
The Canghai Jin in Lu Xiu's body suddenly stopped breathing.
One after another, the faint blue Yuan Gang flows randomly along his eight extraordinary meridians and twelve main meridians. The one who wants to die coincides with the movement route of the first Vajra Dharma Body deduced by Lu Qian.
The heart trembled.
Lu Xiu's heart was beating violently, and a golden flame the size of a fist suddenly lit up in his heart.
The old sheepskin wrapped around his body shattered, and within Lu Xiu's body, dragon-like powers emerged out of thin air. A hint of light gold emerged from the bronze skin.
With a roar, Lu Xiu swung the iron gun in his hand forward fiercely.
A golden blast swept out, and the three thousand green wolf cavalry in front of Lu Xiu all shattered into pieces and exploded into a bloody mist.
The man who had already set foot on the Baimang River suddenly turned around. He saw Lu Xiu rising into the air, with streaks of golden spear light continuously bombarding the ground. Each blow easily shattered hundreds of Green Wolf Cavalry.
He slowly raised the black flint dagger in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs: "God bless Dayin!"