The rivers and lakes are just like that. Every moment and every place is filled with flashes of swords and sabers! June passed by in such an atmosphere, and then summer vacation arrived.
The summer breeze blew through the green treetops, gently blowing away the annoying heat! Zhou Yi hummed a tune in this atmosphere, and walked quickly towards the studio, but his thoughts had already flown away to who knows where.
During these days, so many things happened in the martial arts world that even Zhou Yi didn't know how to start.
Li Hao finally gathered the power of the Li Clan, and under the banner of the Jialan Temple, he raised an army again in Taiyuan, and started a seesaw war with Wu Chongye.
After being silent for a long time, Murong Chunqiu finally shocked the whole world again with his arrogant Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Within ten days, a large-scale uprising of millions of people broke out in the whole Jiangnan area. In an instant, the Qing court was destroyed in the palm of their hands. They established their capital in Suzhou, called themselves Southern Yan, and controlled most of Jiangdong and Jingzhou. For a time, their military force was unstoppable!
As for Zhu Jian'an, the chivalrous king of the Ming Dynasty chosen by Lei Mingfei, the heir of Cihang, he was also not idle. He completely recruited the members of the Angry Dragon Gang. When Murong Chunqiu founded the country, he defeated the navy of Southern Yan several times and built an iron barrel defense line on the Yangtze River. This move was very popular among the people in the Ming Dynasty. For a time, there were endless news about the chivalrous king ascending the throne of the Ming Dynasty.
Apart from this, rumors such as infighting among the high-ranking officials of Longmen, cooperation between the Heluo Zhongyuan and the Shuzhong Qingzhu Gang... etc., were also rampant for a time, and the entire martial arts world gradually showed a situation of great contention.
Of course, these have nothing to do with our Zhouyi. If we have to say what is more important, it would be better to say that we have passed all the subjects in Zhouyi this semester!
Hehe! Thinking of this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel secretly happy, and even his steps gradually became cheerful.
And at this moment, in some small corners that no one pays attention to, many small butterflies that can create huge waves are also quietly fluttering their wings.
The situation on the grassland is not very stable either. The struggle for grassland hegemony between the Turks and Khitans has gradually entered a white-hot stage. Even the third largest force, Tibet Tubo, has silently chosen to take sides, not to mention other small tribes like Xixia and Uighurs. It is either black or white, and all the grassland tribes are quietly waiting for the outcome between the two behemoths.
Then there are always exceptions, aren't there
In the north, on the endless Mobei grassland!
The sky was dark, the wind and snow were howling, and the boundless snow had submerged the entire grassland. In the inclement weather with visibility less than three meters, one could faintly hear the sound of the wind and snow cutting across one's cheeks like a knife.
His sight slowly patrolled forward, close to the ground, and the corpse and blood came into view. The person had died not long ago, but the blood had already turned cold and began to coagulate in the wind and snow.
It was not just one corpse. The corpses that came into view were stretched out in various tragic states, with limbs chopped off, bodies pierced, and arrows shot into the forehead. Blood and broken flesh gathered together and quickly dried and froze under the endless snow. The whole scene seemed like hell on earth.
The flags scattered on the ground revealed the identities of these people. They were a team of about 300 Golden Cavalry of the Liao Dynasty, the elite among the elite. It was this army that had been confronting the Black Armor Elite Cavalry led by Murong Chui at Yanmen Pass for more than ten years. They were the pride of the Liao Dynasty and the trump card of the million-strong Khitan army.
Then, how could such an army disappear silently in this Mobei grassland? Not even a single enemy corpse could be found on the ground? Were such enemies human or ghost
The field of vision continued to extend. In the midst of the wind and snow, there were actually living people in the field. Four of them were running forward desperately. They were wearing Liao Dynasty costumes and were obviously the survivors of the Liao army on the ground. Judging from their clothes, they were probably high-ranking officials.
Their footsteps stirred up waves of snow on the ground, but they could not see anything in front of them. Suddenly, an arrow flew out of the snow. With a "puff" sound, the man running on the side was pierced in the chest by the arrow, and his body flew up and fell to the ground with a thud.
In the vague field of vision, a huge silhouette appeared in the wind and snow on the side. The other three had already run over, but there was no escape. They were afraid that more enemies were coming in an endless stream. They knew very well that this was a signal for the army to encircle and kill. They had slaughtered other tribes outside the Great Wall in this way many times before, and now it was their turn.
The man running behind suddenly stopped, waved the knife in his hand, and looked behind. He looked like a general of the Liao Kingdom. Naturally, he was proud of himself. He shouted loudly at the gradually clear figure in the distance: "Who are you! Which tribe are you from! How dare you kill..."
Suddenly, the wind and snow came, the warhorse neighed, and it was as if a thunder had fallen behind him. At the same time, there were the screams of his companions and the sound of their bodies being crushed into pulp. When he turned his head, he saw the huge black warhorse kicking up its legs and stomping down, crushing his companion's entire body. Before he could finish his words, something swept across his throat!
He felt that the wind and snow had stopped, and he seemed to be flying up suddenly, rising continuously, until he could even see his own body in the end. Then he slowly fell down, rolled on the ground for a few times, and blinked twice.
"You Khitans are finished."
The man on the warhorse looked down at the last Liao soldier, like a demon, declaring the demise of the Liao. Soon, more figures gathered here, like the demon's entourage.
When they charged just now, due to the obstruction of the wind and snow, the Liao soldiers had not been able to clearly see the people of the Golden Cavalry that had defeated them. He had already overestimated the enemy's strength, but when he saw them in person, he found that his estimation was far from enough.
There were only ten enemy soldiers in total, of different appearances, and each of them had a chilling look on their face, as if they were ferocious beasts choosing their prey, and they couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise when looking at their prey.
The aura they exude has far surpassed the level of soldiers. Not to mention their Golden Cavalry, even the guards beside the Liao emperor, or the pride of the Turks, the invincible Jinlang Army on the grassland, are absolutely not worth a sneer in front of these ten people!
"You, who are you..." The Liao soldier spat out blood and repeated it subconsciously.
"Borjigin..." His blood ran cold. This was the last sound the Liao general heard. The wind and snow howled, and his pupils dilated. He could not hear the last three words in the wind and snow.
“… Iron! Wood! Really!” (To be continued)