The Beiyuan grassland is covered with dark clouds.
The vast wilderness gradually became dark, the sky and the earth gradually merged together, and nothing could be seen.
The grassland seemed to be sleeping deeply, but a thunder suddenly sounded in the northeast.
It rolled rumblingly, as if it was tightly surrounded by dense layers of thick clouds and couldn't struggle out. The sound was dull and slow.
Lightning was burning in the vast northeastern sky, on the black clouds that looked like ragged cotton wool.
On the hills that can be seen everywhere on the grassland, figures wearing black armor, riding horses and holding swords suddenly appeared.
On the dark grassland hills, there are shadowy shadows, like ghosts.
Suddenly, the person in front of him pulled out a big knife from his back, and with the brilliance of lightning, a cold light was drawn in the darkness.
"Xiaohu, kill!"
As the sound came out, a blood-red Tiger and Ben flag flew in the wind, Meng Hu's body was ignited with golden energy, and he led eight hundred Tiger and Ben iron cavalry, silently rushing forward following Ying Zige's sword.
The rumble of horse hooves merged with the thunder in the sky, and the roaring black-armored tigers merged with the sky and the earth under the dark clouds.
Eight hundred tiger cavalry charged towards the distance with boundless evil aura.
The sky and the earth are dark, and the storm is coming.
Countless Qiang people packed up early and got into the domed fur tents. They lit up the fires inside to dissipate the coldness before the rainstorm on the grassland and fell asleep warmly.
Even at the guard post outside, the Qiang sentries were still clinging to the simple guard fence, tightening their furs, and waiting in a daze for the tribesmen who were changing the guard to come.
"Boom!"
In the darkness where heaven and earth merged into one, a roaring sound that was different from thunder suddenly came.
"boom!"
A bolt of lightning exploded in the dark sky, and the confused Qiang sentry suddenly noticed the darkness in front of him, and countless charging black-armored cavalry flashed out.
"who are they?"
"Whoa!"
This was the last thought of the confused Qiang sentry. With a sharp arrow piercing the darkness, he fell into darkness forever.
The time difference between life and death is only a moment.
After getting rid of the Qiang sentry who instinctively warned in advance, Ying Zige put away his long bow, took out his broadsword and continued to charge forward.
"Boom!"
As eight hundred tiger warriors rushed into the Qiang camp, those Qiang people who had returned to their tents early and were sleeping soundly felt the shaking of the earth and got up in panic.
As soon as groups of Qiang people stepped out of the tent, they were frightened by the scene in front of them and wanted to shrink back into the tent.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Arrows filled the sky in the darkness blocked their movements.
Accompanied by the sound of arrows passing through flesh and blood, a Qiang man was nailed to the body by arrows, exploding with countless bloody lights, and fell to the ground with a bang bang bang sound.
"Woo..."
Along with the killing, the desolate horn horn sound suddenly sounded in the darkness.
"kill!"
Ying Zige was holding a big sword and Meng Hu, who was riding King Huoyun beside him, were like two extremely sharp knives, thrusting straight into the deserted Qiang people.
Countless Qiang people, who had just obtained weapons or mounted horses, came forward screaming.
"Hmph! Cut in all directions!"
Facing the Qiang people who were surrounding him, Ying Zige's expression did not change at all. He snorted coldly in his nose, and the Gang Qi spread to the blade in his hand. With a roar, the sword was wrapped in Gang Qi, with a cold light, and instantly transformed.
He made countless swords and slashed at the Qiang people all over the place.
"Puff! Puff! Puff..."
In an instant, the sound of countless blades cleaving flesh and blood was heard, and a dozen Qiang figures flew out in the blink of an eye, spraying blood.
The same situation also happened to Meng Hu. His majestic body with evil aura suddenly ignited a raging vortex of Gang Qi. His broadsword swept across, and with a three-foot-long Qi light, he stopped the dozen Qiang people in front of him.
The man was cut into two pieces.
Countless Qiang people were shocked on the spot by the scene in front of them, and their livers and gallbladders were split. Some even dropped their weapons, turned their horses' heads, and tried to escape far away.
However, their plan came to nothing in the next second.
Eight hundred tiger cavalry followed Ying Zige and Meng Hu and charged into the Qiang camp.
Countless horses' hooves sounded at the same time, running rampant and causing bloodshed in all directions.
The 800 fierce and powerful cavalry were like one body, waving blades with shimmering cold light, raising a cloud of blood mist all over the sky.
Countless Qiang people mustered up their courage, straightened their spears, and charged towards the cavalry with shrill screams.
The next second, his neck was cut off by a bloody knife with a cold light. His headless body was severely knocked away by the charging horse, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and the whole sky seems to be about to collapse, and the boundaries between heaven and earth are becoming increasingly blurred.
The black armor on the eight hundred tiger cavalry was gradually dyed red by the blood, and became speckled under the lightning that flashed across the sky from time to time.
The entire earth became a sea of severed limbs and blood, with blood flying and a cold light shining.
In the chaos, the embers of the fire ignited the tent, and the raging fire mixed with blood and screams instantly illuminated the world, making shadows appear like hell.
The entire Qiang tribe was being slaughtered continuously under the dark sky, and the little courage they had left was lost as each clan member was forced into the sea of fire, their bodies covered in flames, screaming and running around.
He slowly dropped his weapons and huddled in a pile, shivering.
The resistance of the entire Qiang camp is getting weaker and weaker.
"die!"
A cold light flashed in the dark night.
The broadsword that was completely soaked in blood in Ying Zige's hand smoothly cut across the neck of the last Qiang man who was still holding the weapon. With a plop, the Qiang man's strong body fell to the ground, and the resistance in the entire Qiang camp completely ceased.
Come down.
"Xiaohu, clean up the battlefield, lock up all the Qiang prisoners here, and take a look at the Han slaves in this camp, and bring them together.
Ying Zige slowly took out a silk scarf from his arms, gently wiped the beloved knife in his hand, completely ignoring the group of frightened Qiang prisoners next to him, and said to Meng Hu in a warm voice.
It didn't look like he had just experienced a big battle.
"promise!"
Meng Hu put away the long knife in his hand with excitement on his face, nodded slightly in response, turned around and made arrangements.
"Boom!"
The thunder between heaven and earth became louder and louder. In a short time, Meng Hu led a group of tiger warriors to lock up all the Qiang prisoners. At the same time, several other tiger warriors also brought out fifty or sixty trembling and ragged prisoners.
men and women come over.
Ying Zige turned around and looked at the fifty or sixty men and women in front of him, a cold light flashing through his deep eyes.
He slowly put down the sword he was wiping in his hand, walked slowly to the group of people, and asked word by word.
