The sky is tilting, and the setting sun burns the western clouds into a magnificent red.
The thundering hoofbeats of the surrounding horses were still shaking the ground. The young general in the red helmet looked back with his sword, looking at the stretching tents, the collapsed earth huts, and the captives bound by ropes. He grinned boldly, and together with the surrounding Jin
The riders were all affected and never imagined that such a feat would be achieved today.
For a moment, laughter filled the sky.
This young general's military career was short-lived, but his lifelong glory was a height that many people could not reach. Even though he had been dead for many years, he was now riding a war horse again, waving the sword in his hand that was unknown for how old. His control over the army, his
The essence of the attack and the iron fist against the enemy have never faded by half.
In the past two days, he had once again accomplished the feat he had done back then, but with a new group of barbarians.
"We only have five days, so it's almost over now."
His expression was solemn and quiet, and he was satisfied to be able to return to the human world to lead troops in battle once again. Huo Qubing tightened the reins, turned the horse's head, and shouted: "Let's go back!"
Hundreds of prisoners, a mass of black people, were carried by cavalry and escorted forward. There were many figures wearing luxurious silk clothes. At this time, they were reduced to the same position as other Jugu soldiers on this day.
During the three days of their return, they experienced the hardships, hunger and thirst of ordinary people traveling long distances, and finally the city of Nucang was faintly visible, but what they saw was the intertwined battlefield and the presence of Wu Yangyang, a Jugu man who was also captured in the distance.
He knelt down in the gravel.
Outside Cangnu City.
The battle has been going on for two days on the jagged battlefield.
The battle front has steadily suppressed the Pashana army that came out of the city to fight. The blood lines intertwined with the hot gravel have long since dried up, and large areas of the golden ground have been dyed red.
Arrows from the sky came and went across the fighting battlefield below. The Jin soldiers roared "Ah!", and the anger of the people in their hometown was killed. The blade in their hands fiercely struck the opponent's leather shield, and the sawdust flew among the blades.
There were long blood marks on his face.
The soldier staggered, clenched the handle of the knife, looked at the barbarian who covered his face and screamed and fell, grinned, and then fell backwards in exhaustion.
The battlefield never stopped because of one person falling. Around his body, many footsteps crossed over, stepping on the mud mixed with blood and struggling to advance towards the Hu army formation. There were countless spears, swords stabbing and slashing,
Men's, horses', shields, and armors were all torn apart hysterically, and the bodies of the beggars stretched out.
In the empty field more than ten feet away, the Jin cavalry scattered and drew their bows, and started shooting at the galloping and harassing Posha Na Qingqi, preventing the other party from entering the battlefield.
Boom!
Boom!
I don’t know when, there were different drums beating on the tower of Nucang City. On the huge wooden platform, more than a dozen women from the Western Regions in gauze white skirts were doing strange dances, slowly moving around the altar in the middle.
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Rhino horns, ivory, brass bells, and waist drums create a strange melody that makes people frown.
Outside the battlefield, on the sand dunes in front of the kneeling prisoners, an oxcart was parked. Chen Yuan looked coldly at the city wall, and saw a huge and strange mana flowing.
'The high priest of the barbarians?'
We already knew from the soul of the Hu commander and the Hu priestess that this figure was sitting in the capital of Poshana. I can’t say that his magic power was Tongxuan, but he was definitely stronger than Chen Yuan. He had even come into contact with Qingxu and Mingguang.
Taoist priests such as Yu Chen may not be as powerful as the other party.
'Unfortunately, I didn't come here to fight with you.'
Chen Yuan grinned and looked at the thousands of captives under the sand dunes. His smile became even colder. He saw the young general flying back in the distance, handing over his orders in front of the sand dunes, and a group of two thousand prisoners.
They were taken here and knelt down together.
'it's time!'
He looked at the bright sky, with dark clouds drifting in from the distance, gradually covering up the scorching sun.
His eyes were darkened.
On the city wall over there, the weird melody was getting louder and louder, as if some kind of ritual had been completed. Saha on the altar in the middle opened his arms, and gently fanned the outside of the city with both palms. The sound of wind blew instantly, and the ground shook.
The layers of gravel gradually rolled, and then were blown up. Stones the size of fists were also swept into the air, and suddenly there was flying sand and rocks.
The gray dust instantly formed a storm of gravel, mixed with shouts and roars, and swept over the battlefield overwhelmingly.
"go!"
Chen Yuan flicked his robe sleeves, and in the carriage behind him, four blue lights shot up into the sky, streaking across a long trajectory. The moment they landed on the battlefield, they suddenly transformed into four-foot-long giants, each with a weapon.
——The door god!
The overwhelming sandstorm was blocked in an instant, pushing against an invisible wall, accumulating more and more. Saha on the altar chanted a spell and waved his finger casually, and the countless accumulated gravel suddenly deflected.
Like a big snake rushing towards Chen Yuan on the side along the edge of the door god, the sandstorm opened up and turned into a huge palm that could hold the entire sand dune.
The fighting on the battlefield stopped at this scene, and countless soldiers stared dumbfoundedly at the arms stretching across the sky and pressing down on the sand dunes in the distance.
moment!
Chen Yuan pinched his fingers, and a wooden sculpture fell in front of his feet. A burst of Dharma light flashed, and there was a burst of horses. A white horse raised its hooves excitedly. The general in silver armor and white robes leaped on his horse and crossed his spear. The gentian in his hand turned into countless spears.
The shadow greeted the giant palm that pressed down.
——Guard (missing three)
With a loud bang, the huge palm and the arms behind it directly touched the sand dune, causing a huge wave of sand to spread out.
'A little Han monk dares to come here to seek death!'
Saha murmured in Jubei language. When he came to the city wall, he had already sensed the opponent's cultivation level and meager magic power. He dared to come here to provoke him, which made him feel ridiculous.
Suddenly, Saha raised his palm, feeling a slight pain, and saw dozens of pinprick-like holes in his palm, oozing out traces of blood.
The gray eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle, and the green eyes in the deep-set eyes couldn't help but look at the dust over there.
next moment.
The diffuse dust suddenly blew away, and the moment the figure holding the feather fan disappeared, the shadow wrapped in a yellow scarf appeared and grabbed the sky. In the dark clouds, an electric snake accompanied by the sound of thunder, instantly fell towards the Sahara.
Come down.
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A moment of free time.
Chen Yuan held up his palm, and in his hand was a wooden sculpture wearing a purple gold crown with three prongs, a flowered robe, and an animal face with a swallowing head and a series of armor. It was looking at the city wall coldly.
Unparalleled!
In an instant, the generals with silver spears and white horses standing in front of Chen Yuan turned into stars. In the distance, Guan Zhang, Qin Qiong, Yu Chigong, Huo Qubing, Bai Qi, Zu Ti, and Ran Min also turned into stars and disappeared one by one.
Chen Yuan released so many wood carvings just for this moment. As for the bond of patricide, now that the master is gone, there is nothing to worry about.
"Marquis Wen, hold back the Hu High Priest!"
Hum hum… ha ha ha…
The Dharma light on the ground flashed past, and Xilulu's war horse neighed and roared. The moment the red horse stood upright, the tall figure above him spread his cloak with a roar, and laughed wildly and loudly.
"Let you barbarians see what it means to be unparalleled in the world!"
Heart to heart.
Sensing the master's emotions, the charcoal-red war horse rushed down the sand dune with its hoofs raised, turned into a red light and instantly rushed into the battlefield, heading straight for the gate of Nucang City.
On the battlefield, the Jin soldiers pulled their companions back, but the Jugu people who were guarding the city wall behind them had no time to leave. When they saw a red light rushing towards them, someone shouted ferociously, and they rushed towards them with swords, before they even touched the horse.
His arms were torn open by the strong wind, and then his whole body flew upside down and became two pieces in mid-air. The sticky blood and hot internal organs showered the faces of the surrounding tribesmen.
One person and one horse plowed into the crowd, plowing out a long scarlet blood carpet. Some people jumped on it and flew back in a bloody state. Some people escaped and were pushed up and stepped directly under the horses' hooves, causing their muscles and bones to break.
In just two breaths, Lu Bu reached the city gate, raised the halberd in his hand, and with a bang, the heavy door leaf exploded and flew, smashing the soldiers inside.
"Barbarian priest, a certain family is here to kill you!"
The war horse turned around and headed straight for the long steps of the city wall!
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At the same time, Chen Yuan suppressed the surge of blood in his heart and looked at the prisoner under the dune who had half of his body covered with gravel. He closed his eyes, slowly spread his hands, and recited the magic formula taught by his master. Scarlet threads flowed from his palms.
, arms, and even face slowly protruded out, like tentacles floating down.
Then, it plunged into the bodies of several prisoners. While they were dry to the naked eye, more blood lines surged out like a tidal wave, covering the sky and the sun.