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Chapter 819: The final battle! (7)
Under the snowy peaks in the northwest, there are thousands of miles of grassland.
It's twilight time.
The place where the Goshawk Tribe gathers is peaceful and peaceful, with smoke rising from the chimneys of countless tents.
Tens of thousands of riders suddenly appeared from behind the pasture in the distance.
The horses' hooves trampled across the grass, as neatly as thunder.
Maya, a herdsman woman who was cooking, turned to look at the slightly vibrating copper bowl on the small table, with a look of astonishment in her eyes.
"Oh no, people from the Blood Wolf Tribe are coming to kill you. Please inform the king immediately!"
Outside the tent, a man's panicked voice sounded.
Maya ignored the milk on the stove, picked up her infant child in panic, and rushed out of the tent.
As far as the eye could see, under the bloody setting sun, a group of cavalrymen with blood-colored scarves on their heads were galloping towards them, the scimitars in their hands flashing with a cold light in the dusk.
On horseback, everyone's face was filled with murderous intent.
The men had already mounted their horses and grabbed their swords to fight the enemy, while the women retreated to the back of the tribe.
The opponent came suddenly and was obviously well-trained. They were much tougher than the cavalry who were panicking to meet the enemy. The whole situation was basically a one-sided massacre.
Everyone, whether they are soldiers or old people, whether they are women or children, are all among those who deserve to be killed.
The military plane has already issued an order. This time, it is not for recruitment, it is just a practical training, so they just need to kill, kill, kill!
In the distance, on the grassy hill.
On the grassy hill, under the golden triangle fluttering in the wind, the now crown prince Gelie sat on a tall horse, with a sinister smile on his lips.
"As expected, the military strategist is like a god with his troops. He was able to mobilize tens of thousands of our soldiers and horses to their main tribe in an instant. This is simply a magical skill!"
Beside him, there was a horse standing head-to-head with him.
A man wearing a half-face mask sat proudly, his dark purple robe and long hair dancing fiercely in the wind, his back as straight as a flagpole.
He raised his chin proudly, and the black mask covered the upper half of his face, leaving only his lips and chin exposed.
Despite this, that face still gives people a charming and enchanting feeling.
The pair of eyes exposed outside the eye holes were as cold and cruel as Shura's.
"It won't be long before the entire grassland will be yours, the king!"
"As long as the Imperial Master helps me conquer the world, then everyone in the world will bow to you except me!" Grigio said arrogantly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The masked master smiled lightly, but unnoticed contempt flashed in his eyes, "This training can be over!"
He raised his right hand and put a strange-shaped bone flute into his lips. He heard the soft sound of the flute, and the cavalry who were fighting immediately turned back without exception.
Neat, neat, and not sloppy at all.
In just half a month, what was once just a rough army that was no different from other grassland soldiers and horses has now begun to show signs of iron-bloodedness.
"When these soldiers conquer the entire grassland, the training should come to an end!" The national master looked up to the east, "At that time, I can lead them to seize the country of Dachu!"
"I believe that the Imperial Preceptor will definitely win!" Gelie smiled arrogantly, "With the divine protection of the Imperial Preceptor, who else but me will be the king of the world? When the time comes, I will definitely make Qin Ruoxue take the initiative to kneel before me.
In front of you, please beg me to be happy!"
"ha……"
The Imperial Master laughed loudly.
"Why are you laughing?!" Gelie frowned in confusion.
"I was just thinking that when I look at the world and see that it is all my land, I am just happy for the king!" The Imperial Preceptor stopped smiling and waved the red flag in his hand, "Retreat the troops!"