After the rain, the sky clears up and the sky is blue.
The sunshine is particularly bright after the rain, and the prairie after the rain is also particularly beautiful.
Just like the poem sung in later generations during the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is blue and the fields are vast.
Cows and sheep can be seen in the windblown grass.
Although this place is not at the foot of Yinshan Mountain where the Chile tribe lives, it is the Beiyuan grassland where the Qiang people live.
But the beauty of nature is so similar.
The endless wilderness, crisscrossed tents, Qiang people herding horses and sheep, and Qiang children playing under the clear sky after the rain.
Various elements blend together to form a wonderful picture.
However, with the sudden sound of a desolate horn horn, all this disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Thousands of horses galloped on the grassland, which was still covered with raindrops.
The sound of horse hooves and the sound of horns complement each other.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
In the peaceful and beautiful scene, the first thing that appeared was the rain of arrows covering the sky.
In an instant, the peaceful and warm Qiang tribe turned into a bloody hell, and the shrill screams resounded throughout the world.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The Qiang people who survived the baptism of arrows that covered the sky quickly mounted their weapons and mounted their horses. They blew their Qiang flutes and howled at the black-armored cavalry who were slaughtering their own people.
"Boom!"
A moment later, he was crushed into flesh by the boundless black torrent, and his blood spread all over the blue sky and green grass.
"Burn!"
With the black torrent of arrows, Ying Zige rode his horse, raised his sword, and roared loudly.
In an instant, all the black-armored tiger warriors drew their long bows from behind at the same time, lit their rockets, and shot towards the Qiang camp in front of them.
The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind.
The raging fire instantly resembled a monster without its restraints, howling with the wind and beginning to devour everything around it.
The light of the flames burned fiercely, and in the thick smoke, war horses with black armor flashed vaguely in the illusion.
There were countless black-armored tigers holding swords and slashing continuously.
The shimmering sword light followed Hu Ben's swing and continuously cut open the chest and throat of a Qiang man and woman.
Their fallen bodies were turned into ashes along with the flames.
Blood mist flew up and dyed the blue sky red.
The hot blood flows and merges into a river.
Countless black-armored tigers are like the most violent flood, majestic and rolling down.
Destroy, crush, and turn everything in sight into nothing.
The shrill sounds resounded throughout the wilderness, with men's roars and women and children screaming one after another.
Meng Hu rides on the back of Huoyun Baimao, his majestic body is filled with aura that seems to be dyed red by blood mist, and he wields a knife in all directions.
Fighting, slashing, bloody every step.
From time to time, he helped Hu Ben, who was about to be stabbed by a Qiang man, to block the attack, and then sent the Qiang man away with his sword to rest here forever.
From time to time, he made a ferocious roar like a tiger, which resounded throughout the grassland.
Time is passing and blood is boiling.
Under the leadership of Ying Zige and Meng Hu, the black-armored tigers began to charge left and right. The intertwined black torrent was like an unparalleled sharp sword.
Sword by sword, the Qiang people were separated piece by piece, and then torn into pieces piece by piece.
The fire was raging, blood was poured on the ground, and broken corpses were scattered everywhere.
In a short period of time, the black torrent completely tore apart the Qiang tribe.
Countless black-armored tiger warriors did not need to win Zi Ge. Meng Hu's order began to repeat the action seven or eight times, quickly cleaning up the battlefield, and at the same time taking the rescued Han slaves, instigating the killing of the Qiang prisoners and letting the Qiang
Human blood completes the baptism of glory.
And this is just the tip of the iceberg in the entire Northern Plains.
Under Ying Zige's order, the Golden Fire Cavalry led by Meng Tian rushed to the east of Beiyuan.
The body burning with flames, and the golden torrent with boundless evil energy around him, holding a long sword, sorted out the Qiang people and bandits in the east of Beiyuan over and over again, and became countless Qiang tribes in the east of Beiyuan and the Ma bandits.
A thief's nightmare.
To the west of Beiyuan City, the howling of wolves could be heard from time to time under the afterglow of the setting sun.
Meng Wu led the Wolf Fang Army and completely transformed into a pack of wolves, with patience, ruthlessness, unity, and one strike to kill!
They always strike when the enemy never expects it. Their long-term observation and patience have allowed them to already know the enemy's most vulnerable point. Countless enemies have been torn into pieces by the wolf's fangs while they are still ignorant.
At the same time, countless Han gangsters, subdued by Ying Zige and others, transformed into tigers, choosing and devouring people.
And more Han slaves were rescued following Ying Zige's order, and hatred became the strongest motivation.
In just two months, except for the northern part where Beiyuan City is located, the entire Beiyuan grassland was completely dyed red by the blood of the Qiang people.
"Tiger Ben, Wolf Fang, Golden Fire Cavalry."
Flowers bloomed everywhere, and the black battle flags of the three armies covered the entire Northern Plains.
Countless newcomers grew up rapidly in the blood and fighting.
Under the command of Ying Zige, three elite soldiers who have gone through blood and fire, and who will be feared by countless generals and wise ministers in the future, gradually took shape on this inconspicuous Beiyuan grassland.
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To the north of Beiyuan City, there is still a hill with relatively high terrain.
Ying Zige, dressed as a hedgehog, slowly walked up to the general ordering platform in the center of the station.
Two months ago, he gave the flags to the three armies here and established the Tigers, Wolfs, and Golden Fire Cavalry.
In the past two months, the flags of the three armies have been planted all over the North Plains, and blood and flames have burned all over the North Plains.
Two months later, he will still fulfill his promise here and wait for the warriors of Great Qin to return with full glory.
After waiting until the sun set in the west and the afterglow filled the sky, Ying Zige heard the sound of horse hooves.
"Tap tap tap!"
He stood on the commanding platform and looked far into the distance, only to see a black war horse running towards him at great speed. The mark on its tail showed his identity as a sentinel.
"Report..."
The sentry called out a long series of tones from a distance, and in a moment he rode up to the scene.
The sentry jumped off his horse, came to the general stand, and reported loudly: "My lord, generals Meng Tian and Meng Wu have led their troops outside the city and are waiting for orders."
"good!"
Ying Zige shouted loudly, then turned around, waved his hand to Meng Hu on the side and said: "Xiaohu, go ahead, take Huben with you, and go into the city with them. This is the honor you deserve.
Waiting here for your return."
"promise!"
Meng Hu saluted Ying Zige without saying a word, turned around, walked up to Huoyun at a fast pace, got on his horse, and galloped towards the outside.
As soon as he left the camp gate, fifteen hundred black-armored tiger warriors had gathered behind him, raising dust and sand all over the sky.
On the general stage, as soon as Meng Hufang left, Ying Zige continued to speak calmly: "Xiao Feng, I hope that the soldiers of the three armies can feel the glory, and I hope that the people in the whole city can respect our soldiers.
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"promise!"
Wang Feng's figure suddenly appeared in the shadow next to the commander's platform, bowing and answering.
