When the sky lit up, the two armies faced each other, and the flags were swaying. In front of the Northern Mongolian formation, nine thousand cavalrymen and horses were dressed in black black armor, with only one pair of eyes showing, murderous and extremely pressing.
After the heavy cavalry, it was the black tidal cavalry of Northern Mongolia, 70,000 cavalry, once it charged, it was enough to level all obstacles, and it was difficult to stop it.
The Royal Court of Northern Mongolia is a country on horseback, with a strong folklore, everyone can ride and shoot well, and it is the nation that is best at fighting.
In front of the three armies, Xiao Wanhua was sitting on the back of a horse with a halberd in hand, looking at the blood-robed figure in the distance, with an unusually indifferent expression.
In front of the Daxia army, the blood-clothed Hou's eyes were cold and angry, Daxia thousand years ago, and he was ashamed of Beiwu.
The two Marquis Wu, who used to be ministers in the same hall, met on the battlefield today, and there was nothing to say. Only blood can wash away the hatred in their hearts.
"kill"
With an order, the two armies charged, and the floods rushed, and they quickly collided.
The invincible heavy cavalry was still unstoppable, like a sharp blade inserted into Daxia's camp. The next moment, the most elite 30,000 forbidden troops from the Kamikaze camp stepped forward to block the heavy cavalry's footsteps.
The remaining 80,000 imperial troops bravely resisted the 70,000 iron cavalry in Northern Mongolia.
Intense confrontation, wave after wave of shocks, the Northern Mongolian Iron Cavalry and the Daxia Imperial Army engaged in a full-scale battle, and the battle was instantly white-hot.
Rigorous formation arrangement and multiple arms distribution are the best way to stop the cavalry. Although the Daxia Imperial Army fought hard, it finally slowed down the pace of the Northern Mongolian cavalry.
On the other side, Marquis in Blood and Xiao Wanhua fought together. Marquis Wu fought for life and death.
The cracked earth continues to spread, and the strength of the Great Xia Wuhou, there is no doubt that if the killing industry is too deep, he has already stepped into the innate.
Around the two of them, True Qi vibrated, forming a vacuum zone that no one could approach.
Soldiers against soldiers, against generals, confrontational and compelling.
Duke Wu of Jing and Fan Lingyue looked at each other from a distance, each calculating that this was the most crucial battle, and there was no room for failure.
"bass"
A kamikaze battalion soldier stabbed a spear into the chest of a Northern Mongolian heavy cavalry in his hand.
Gradually, more and more heavy cavalry soldiers were pierced by spears, and the casualties of heavy cavalry in Northern Mongolia began to increase.
"Keng"
Not far away, a long dagger stabbed on the Mercedes-Benz heavy rider, but it was abruptly smashed, and it couldn't hurt half a point.
The two diametrically opposite situations made the soldiers of the Kamikaze Battalion a little stunned, and the three commanders began to realize that something was wrong. However, it was too late.
The next moment, in the distance, eight thousand cavalrymen dressed in black black armor appeared, avoiding the sharp edge of the Kamikaze Battalion and rushing into the Daxia Imperial Army formation on the other side.
The terrifying destructive power immediately smashed the formation of the Daxia Imperial Army into chaos.
The momentary changes in the situation, the Daxia party has not yet reacted, and has already been caught in the torrent of molten iron.
Half a day later, the battle was over, and all the Northern Mongolian soldiers who were trapped by the Kamikaze Battalion were killed, including the Thousand Heavy Cavalry used as bait.
However, in this war, Northern Mongolia won.
On the plains, infantry with chaotic formations would never be able to match the fierce iron cavalry.
The Northern Mongolia side also suffered a lot of casualties, but compared to the Daxia side, it was a rare victory.
Eight thousand heavy cavalry, 60,000 iron cavalry, and 50,000 infantrymen headed south again. The army of nearly 120,000 had lost more than half of it in comparison. However, Daxia's defense line was also very small.
The heavy cavalry is hard to beat, Da Xia is desperate, and the kamikaze battalion is blocked, but it also allows Fan Lingyue to catch the exit of breakthrough.
Of the nine thousand heavy knights trapped by the kamikaze camp, only one thousand were real, and they were used as bait to confuse the kamikaze camp.
Beimeng had a wealth of horse resources, two horses for one person, never mixed with those used in wartime, but this time, the horses of the eight thousand infantrymen who rushed out with a thousand heavy cavalry as bait were all side horses.
People from Northern Mongolia were good at riding and shooting, and even infantry had a strong ability to fight on horseback. However, in the face of the Great Summer Kamikaze Battalion, all these soldiers were undoubtedly killed in battle.
In the dark of night, after Ning Chen arrived, looking at the devastation, his heart tingled.
"How, now do you still think Daxia will not die?" Xiao Wanhua appeared, looked at the figure under the moon, and said lightly.
"Why, what did Fan Lingyue promise you?" Ning Chen raised his head and asked in a puzzled way. He had never understood the reason for Beiwuhou's betrayal, and there was no reason that could be explained.
"There is no reason, from beginning to end, my heart has never turned away from Beimeng," Xiao Wanhua said coldly.
"You're not from Daxia," Ning Chen said with cold eyes.
"Accidental, I should have thought of it earlier, right?" Xiao Wanhua replied with a cold smile.
"You're waiting for me here, just to say this?" Ning Chen suppressed the killing intent in his heart and said slowly. "Of course not, the strategist asked me to tell you that now you are no longer a threat, a cripple who has not seen the light, but is still completely ruined, how can you fight her, the rest of the day, you will helplessly watch As the big summer goes to annihilation, but the slightest
Impotence"
After speaking, Xiao Wanhua turned around and left, and disappeared after a few steps.
Ning Chen clenched his fists to a pale white, and rode the ghost sedan to the east.
He knew that Fan Lingyue was provoking him, but these words were also true. Now, he really couldn't help Da Xia reverse his disadvantage.
The last chance, he will go to the end of the Far East.
Legend has it that the end of the extreme eastern land is also the end of heaven and earth. This time, he needs to gamble.
He rarely does things he is not sure of in his life, but this time, he has no choice.
In the extreme east, in the easternmost part of Shenzhou, the distance from Daxia is more than ten thousand miles. The ghost sedan gallops without hesitation.
After half the night, the ghost sedan chair was still heading east, with no intention of returning.
The closer Shenzhou is to the east, the more desolate it is, and the population becomes less and less. After nearly an hour, there will be no one within a thousand miles.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is getting thinner and thinner, and the earth is also very barren. The legendary land of the extreme east is more like a dead place.
Ning Chen didn't dare to delay, and didn't even carefully look for the traces of Ruoshui.
In the eastern sky, the dawn gradually appeared, and at the last moment, the ghost sedan finally rushed into the sea of chaotic fog.
At the end of the world, the fire of the sky did not descend as expected. Ning Chen walked out of the ghost sedan chair and looked at the strange scene around him, his eyes flashing with amazement.
The boundless sea of chaotic fog is constantly tossing, rising at the beginning of the day and falling at sunset, unchanged for thousands of years.
Now, at the time of high tide, the sea of fog is almost close to the height of the mainland, which is extremely strange.
Ning Chen took back the ghost sedan chair and walked on the sea of fog, with an unspeakable shock in his heart.
What an unbelievable fact that heaven and earth have an end.
After coming to this world, he has seen many incredible things, but he is still shocked when he sees this vast sea of chaotic fog.
Suddenly, Ning Chen looked stunned, but saw a figure in white clothes sitting in the distance at the end of the sky, motionless, as if waiting for something.
At the age of more than 30 years, his face is ordinary, there is nothing special, and he can't even feel the breath of a martial artist. However, Ning Chen still feels unprecedented pressure.
For a whole day, Ning Chen didn't dare to approach. He didn't know who this person was, but he was sure that even if a hundred of him added up, he wouldn't be able to beat this person.
The figure in white also ignored Ning Chen, still sitting there quietly, waiting for something.
After sunset, the sea of fog began to sink. Ning Chen pulled out the ink sword, stuck it on the cliff, and continued to wait for the night to come.
At this moment, the figure in Bai Yi glanced at Mo Jian, and then at Ning Chen, a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
"A good sword wasted"
Mu Bai murmured softly, the words were very light, but Ning Chen, who was thousands of meters away, could hear it clearly.
Ning Chen was in a bad mood, and wanted to reply, it's none of your business, but he didn't dare to say it.
After a while, the sky finally got dark, Ning Chen took Mo Jian, climbed up from the cliff a little bit, and returned to the land.
The sea of chaotic fog below had long since descended, and it was so gray that it was impossible to see anything clearly.
Ning Chen left in the ghost sedan chair, and began to look for traces of Weak Shui in this vast and boundless eastern land.
The first night passed peacefully and Ning Chen found nothing. When the eastern sky lit up, he returned to the rising sea of fog.
During the day, Ning Chen had nothing to do, so he had to stand on the sea of fog to practice swordsmanship and wait for the sunset.
As everyone knows, Mu Bai in the distance frowned constantly when he saw this clumsy sword.
"Don't insult the sword in your hand again, otherwise, I'm afraid I can't help but kill you," Mu Bai said coldly.
Ning Chen was startled, the anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally erupted, "I practice mine, it's none of your business"
As a descendant of the future, Ning Chen has been suppressing his own nature every day these days, trying his best to help Da Xia survive this catastrophe.
However, the longer the suppression, the stronger the rebound. It is a cruel thing for a young man under 20 to maintain absolute calm at all times.
After Ning Chen finished scolding, he felt relieved for a while, but at the same time he felt a little regret, he seemed to be too impulsive.
Sure enough, Mu Bai in the distance frowned slightly, the light flashed in his eyes, the sea of fog swirled, and a sword qi appeared out of thin air, and instantly came to Ning Chen.
At this moment, a strong sense of crisis rose in Ning Chen's heart, his body flashed subconsciously, and the sword energy rubbed his right chest, drawing a terrifying bloodstain.
"The cultivation base on the sword is a mess, but the response is not bad." Mu Bai did not use the sword again, and commented objectively.
Ning Chen didn't dare to provoke any more, he politely bowed his hands to Mu Bai, and said, "Thank you senior for showing mercy."
He is not a fool, and it is natural to see that the sword just now did not have much murderous intent, otherwise, he would not be able to stand here safely.
"How about Mu Chengxue, do you remember the past?" Mu Bai said lightly. Hearing the question, Ning Chen was stunned, and his expression suddenly changed.