All the cranes aimed their attacks at the areas where the Beiming soldiers were not covered by sophisticated armor. In an instant, the narrow valley turned into a massacre. book
The Beiming sergeants who had been pecked to the point of losing their armor finally gave up the attack and began to retreat in disarray. However, it was not easy for the army that had entered the depths of the valley to retreat.
Nearly ten thousand cranes were chasing after each other, taking advantage of the victory. The usually docile birds seemed to have turned into ferocious monsters at this moment...
Feng Qingkuang has calculated everything well and will never leave any mercy behind!
Deep at the end of Heming Valley, the disciples of the Hurricane Mercenary Group were organizing their armor and weapons one after another and gathering their troops again. Now, the army of the Northern Ming Kingdom has begun to completely collapse. To be precise, it was killed by a group of murderous intentions.
Surrounded by heavy white "clouds".[
At the entrance of the valley, Qing Kuang and Ming Qianhe led nearly a hundred disciples and watched coldly as the hundreds of Beiming troops in front of them suffered a sharp attack from their own nature.
In the valley, the screams of Beiming soldiers and the clang of discarded armor were constantly echoing.
"Hurry! Escape quickly! These warriors of Fengyun Kingdom...have...possessed magical powers!"
In the crowd, the horrified shouts of the Beiming soldiers kept ringing out. They had completely given up resistance, but they were still being violently attacked by hundreds of cranes.
Gradually, the dense white clouds of the cranes were gradually dyed with a dark red color, which was formed by the blood of Beiming soldiers splashed on it.
Behind Qing Kuang, Ming Qianhe's eyes turned from shock to admiration, and finally turned into a trace of intolerance and pity.
"Qingkuang, that's enough! The Beiming people have retreated!"
Qing Kuang stood proudly on the top of the valley. On his back, the string of his Chinese guqin was blown by the strong wind, making a chilling whimpering sound.
"Qing Kuang..."
Ming Qianhe reminded him again. But Qingkuang just stood motionless, as if he didn't hear the old man's words at all.
In the distance, the cranes were still launching wave after wave of attacks, showing no signs of slowing down.
Those wild cranes that usually seemed elegant and gentle to ordinary people seemed to have turned into bloodthirsty demons at this moment, rushing towards the remaining defeated generals of Beiming Kingdom regardless of the cost...
Ming Qianhe's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood, and his bright eyes became a little frightened.
He knew that it was not that Qing Kuang did not hear his words, but that the frosty woman had already made up her mind to kill all the soldiers of the Beiming Kingdom!
Use thousands of sharp and tiny beaks to annihilate a heavily armed army of a great country!
How unbelievable and cruel this is! It is no less than torture to torture those brave and strong soldiers of the North Ming Dynasty!
When Ming Qianhe was deeply impressed by Feng Qingkuang's cold and cruel methods, he also suddenly realized that this technique of summoning the cranes in the valley was definitely not the skill of ordinary animal taming artists in the market.
That little trick.
To be more precise, the minds of these thousands of wild cranes in the middle of the valley have been completely controlled by Feng Qingkuang, causing them to fly in groups to fly into the fire. This huge group of cranes