Ye Yuanhuo needs a victory to tell all the tribes on the grassland: He is here and he will rule here.
Zhong Mushan's ability played a big role in this operation. He wrote a letter of war to the northern barbarians with a splash of ink and all his literary talent. The allusions were complicated and the words were twisted and the teeth were twisted. The general idea was that the most precious treasure in the world is the virtuous.
After all, Nohara Huo, who he assists, is a virtuous master whose goal is to conquer the world.
Even though Jin Daodao loved imperial culture and loved to write and write, this time it took a lot of effort to understand the general meaning of the war letter.
After the letter of war was sent to the Northern Barbarians, Nohara Huo personally led the army, assembled the troops, and set off to the base camp of the Northern Barbarians.
This incident attracted the attention of many tribes on the grassland. The Rong tribes were not in harmony with each other. When they attacked the empire, they naturally worked together in the same boat, but they also fought among themselves.
Jin Daodao had been gathering various tribes to defend against Ye Yuan Huo's attack. From the first day he met him, Jin Da Dao knew in his heart that after Ye Yuan Huo grew stronger, his first target would definitely be himself.
But in this matter, he did not gain much, and not many tribes responded to his call. Asking for help from Huyan was just like a meat bun beating a dog, and there was no response at all. Therefore, although Jin Daowao had the advantage in terms of military strength,
It does not have an absolute advantage.
Winter has arrived, and the grassland is getting colder and colder. The northwest wind blows, and only the rolling grass can be seen, and there is no life. Except for the hungry prairie wolves, there is nothing to see.
Jin Daodao walked out of the tent and shuddered. He looked into the distance and saw that on the hillside not far away, the enemy troops had already formed their formation. Six thousand people were lined up in a large queue, and the fierce horses under the soldiers were uneasy.
The hooves were pawed apart. There was a big flag in the middle with a bright word "fire" written on it.
The two armies had not yet clashed, but there was already a strong smell of blood in the air that even the wind from the far north could not blow away.
"Your Majesty." Someone brought the weapon to Jin Daodao.
An iron gun. Jin Daoben was also a good gun user, but he didn't remember how many years he had not held this gun.
He hung up his sword, took the iron gun, turned over and mounted his black-maned horse. It was not like he had never been on the battlefield since Qingniu Mountain. But this time, Pingbai felt a little excited.
No matter what, nightmares always end. Today is either the end or a new beginning. I can't wait to see if I can break free from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
In the north wind hunting, Jin Daowao straddled his horse and walked at the front of the team, with tens of thousands of Northern Barbarians roaring behind him.
After all, he is a grassland man. Since the army is approaching, there is absolutely no reason to be afraid. It is just a matter of standing up and fighting, and at most he will give up his life.
The two armies faced each other, each roaring loudly, and their morale was like a rainbow for a while.
Zhong Mushan appeared in front of the two armies. It was the first time he participated in such an occasion. He was a little nervous. He took a deep breath and shouted to the opposite side: "My king is also a descendant of the grassland, and he cannot bear the death of his compatriots on the battlefield. I wish you all."
I will compete with you one-on-one and determine success or failure based on the winner."
Facing the opponent's provocation, the Northern Barbarian warriors gnashed their teeth in anger, and a man carrying a big stick shouted: "Your Majesty, don't panic, I'll go meet him and get his head."
After not seeing each other for many years, Jin Wendao also wanted to see how strong his younger brother was. Not long after returning to the grassland, he made such a big noise.
The man who asked for the battle was also one of the best in the tribe, but he could also be used to test the depth of the wild fire today.
"Okay, you are allowed to go to war. You are allowed to win but not defeated. Don't lose the prestige of our Northern Barbarians."
There was a sound of horses, and the man named Red Wolf came out of the battle with a big stick. The opponent's coach Nohara Hui personally went into battle. He had a big sword in his hand, and the two horses charged against each other.
Each of them was fierce, with murderous intent in their hearts. As the two horses faced each other, Nohara Huo raised his knife, and Jin Wenwen squinted at it.
It wasn't that Jin Wendao didn't know anything about him. He used to use a scimitar, and his martial arts skills were not very good. It's just that he didn't know when or where he learned how to use this broadsword.
The two horses collided with each other for just a moment. Nohara Hui's sword was swung down hard, and there was a sharp click. The red wolf's head rolled to the ground, and only a headless corpse was still riding on the horse and running wildly.
Nohara Hui's side made a thunderous roar and formed a morale formation. With two armies facing each other like this, it is not impossible for generals to fight each other. The winning side can boost their own morale and defeat the enemy's morale. Of course, on the battlefield,
There is also no shortage of incompetent coaches who kill enemies thousands of miles away while talking and laughing.
After Red Wolf was beheaded, the Northern Barbarians fell silent. He was considered one of the best warriors in the tribe, but he didn't even survive a single round under the opponent's sword.
Jin Daowao's expression was indifferent, but his heart was filled with turmoil. There was only one thought that kept repeating: It turns out that he is already so great.
Nohara Huo turned his horse's head and came back, stabilized his figure again, and shouted at the opponent's battle formation: "Who's coming?"
The Northern Barbarians are not short of men who are not afraid of death, and they are not short of warriors who think they can defeat the enemy. After the death of Red Wolf, several people came out to challenge Nohara Huo. After Red Wolf, Nohara Huo defeated four people in a row, and his murderous intent became more and more fierce.
It is getting stronger and stronger, and if it starts a prairie fire, there is no way to put it out.
Finally, Nohara Hui pointed his knife at Jin Daodao and shouted coldly: "You will do it this time."
Jin Daodao understood that sooner or later it would be his turn and things would eventually come to an end. He rode out of the battle and stood opposite Nohara Huo.
After many years, many things have changed, and the two of them have also undergone many changes. By a strange combination of circumstances, Jin Daowao became the king of the Northern Barbarians, but no one knows what happened behind Nohara Huo.
"I am very happy that you are alive." Jin Daodao sighed: "We are brothers, and I will not feel wronged if I can die by your sword."
Jin Daodao and Nohara Huo were indeed considered brothers. However, at the beginning, Jin Baodao did not think of Nohara Huo as a brother. Today, Nohara Huo has no intention of treating Jin Baodao as a brother.
Nohara Huo's eyes were cold. He just raised the knife and said, "Come here."
When he touched this gaze, Jin Daowao knew that he had lost. He was still entangled by the past. When the person walked out of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, his soul remained in that valley. But Nohara Huo was different.
, he had chewed up that nightmarish memory and turned it into the strongest part of his body. From the moment he walked out of the valley, he already knew what he was going to do.
And once some things are decided, they cannot be changed.
"Come."
Jin Daodao looked up to the sky and roared loudly, then rushed towards Nohara Huo.
There is indeed no reason to be afraid of children on the grassland.