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Chapter 253 How dare you! (3)

When Lu Qi's luck turned into a cyan umbrella about the size of a mu, the spirit of the heaven and earth that was recovering was like a thin piece of water, and Lu Qi's luck umbrella was like a meteorite falling from the sky. smashed in.

Circles of ripples quietly spread between heaven and earth, spreading across the entire world in an instant.

Air traction.

Fate involved.

blood vessels connected.

To the north of Dayin North Boundary City is Beiming Prefecture.

There are many grasslands, many lakes, many forests and rivers, etc., with vast land and abundant resources. A feudal prince named Dayin ruled fiefdoms of various sizes by relying on the city that Dayin built for them.

In their fiefs, countless nomadic tribes, big and small, surrounded the princes' cities, chasing aquatic plants and migrating.

There are often conflicts between these tribes because of water and grass pastures.

Small conflicts, ignored, small and medium-sized tribes, in which year will not 800 people be killed or injured in the fight for the pasture?
But once a large-scale conflict occurs, once there are enough casualties, those princes who are curled up in the male city, like a dragon hiding in a lair, will lead their army to leave the lair in a mighty manner, summon The tribal people under his command set off large-scale battles involving hundreds of thousands or millions of people.

After crossing this fertile land full of vitality, heading north for hundreds of thousands of miles, and crossing a swift and ferocious 'White Mang River', it is the Extreme North Dazhou.

It's a sprawling territory of utter chaos and disorder.

Tribes, large and small, are like a group of ferocious beasts, struggling to survive in this land with cruel climate and harsh environment.

Here, there are no rules and regulations, no laws of human relations and kingship, and even... not even 'civilization'.

Tribes, big and small, slaughter and devour each other, fists represent reason, and blades represent justice. There are often super tribes that dominate one side like shooting stars across the sky. It collapsed in the middle of the year.

A hundred years ago, the Qinglang Banner was raised, and the powerful Qinglang clan used knives and swords, blood and fire to kill all the tribes in the extreme north of the state, and became the clan leader respected by all clans.

Thirty years ago, the Black Deer Banner fluttered from the poor mountains and rivers. The Black Deer Clan, which was more brutal and cruel than the Qinglang Clan, engulfed every tribe, large and small, and launched a frenzied challenge to the dominance of the Qinglang Banner.

The war between Qinglang and Black Deer lasted for eight years.

In the past eight years, all the tribes, big and small, in the extreme northern Dazhou, whether they wanted to or not, were all involved in the frenzied war.

In just eight years, in the large and small tribes in the extreme north, almost all the old people died, and the number of young and strong men and women decreased by [-]%.

After eight years, Qinglang and Heilu, who were exhausted, had no strength to continue fighting. The leaders of the two clans were forced to sit together, drank blood wine, and swore to the sky to form an alliance of brothers.

Dayin's previous emperor.

Yinyuan's father.

The Tianqi Emperor Yinxi (冇, he, fierce fire) who is ambitious and ambitious, trying to revitalize Dayin, governs the Yulin cavalry he spent decades carefully building, mobilized a large number of elite imperial troops, and brought his most trusted A group of confidant generals pointed their swords to the north.

In the past, when Dayin was in decline, the last military cities in the four great states were conquered amidst the clamor of tribes in the extreme northern Dazhou.

In that year, Yinxiu vowed to raise troops, and he swore to the ancestors of heaven and earth that he would take back the military cities that fell in the past one by one, so that Dayin's will would cover the four poles again.

He raised his troops, traveled day and night, and went straight to the far north of Dazhou.

Following the main road leading directly to the north, the large-scale Emperor's personal conquest army took a full two years to finally cross the Baimang River and reach the extreme north of the state.

Still licking their wounds, Qinglang and Heilu were terrified, and joined forces as a brotherly alliance to fight against the emperor's army.

Yinxie came to the front line in person, shouted and fought fiercely, commanded the army with high morale, defeated the allied forces of Qinglang and Black Deer in [-] games in a row, and killed blood in the grasslands of the extreme northern Bazhou. Countless tribal leaders knelt in front of the emperor's horse Crying and shouting, swearing and swearing to return to the banner of Dayin.

Battle No.19.

In the northern border of the extreme north of Dazhou, next to the almost eternally sealed "Baihai" giant lake...

The Tianzi's Conquest Legion, which has the absolute advantage, has cut off its food roads, and is surrounded by unknown powerful forces. The Tianzi's Conquest Legion fought bloody for three months, and finally collapsed, with no single soldier escaping.

In the city of Haojing, autumn is still bright. Countless literati climbed high to view the scenery, admire red leaves, chrysanthemums, and beauties.

But in the extreme north of Changzhou, the roads are already blocked by heavy snow, and the ground is covered with three feet of snow.

From time to time, the cold current from the extreme northern sea will roll up a white-haired blizzard and blow the earth, bringing all living beings to death equally.

Except for the most powerful and fearless warriors, and the most ferocious beasts that are dying of hunger, no other creature will go out and walk in such a ghostly weather, risking being killed by a snowstorm at any time.

A team of nearly a hundred cavalrymen was struggling southward in the snow.

All the way to the south.

In front of the Baimang River, the hundreds of miles wide river has been frozen by thick ice, but through the thick ice, the sound of rushing water under the ice can still be heard.

Behind the small cavalry team, a huge cavalry force with tens of thousands of people, holding the blue wolf flag, is hysterically whipping the horses that love life like life on weekdays, chasing the small team in front frantically .

In the fleeing team ahead, a tall man with pale hair and beard, a burly man with knife-like eyes suddenly shook his body, and a one-horned yak that was starving and skinny under the seat let out a mournful cry and fell heavily to the ground. Blood kept spitting out of the mouth.

The man rolled and fell to the ground, without saying a word, he got close to the neck of the yak that had exhausted the last bit of strength, pulled out a dagger polished by black flint, cut open the yak's artery, and swallowed the hot blood.

The fleeing team stopped, and a few more mounts couldn't bear it anymore, and their bodies swayed and fell to the ground.

A group of people jumped off the horse, cut open the horse's neck without saying a word, and shared the hot blood spurting from the artery.

Some people even cut off some tender meat from the mounts while they were still warm, and ate them raw.

Ru Mao drinks blood, like a beast.

The sound of hooves sounded like thunder behind him, and the chasing team was getting closer and closer.

In the wind and snow, the waving blue wolf flags could already be seen.

"Qinglang!" The man who fell off his mount first raised his head, with a terrible smile on his face covered with blood: "I, I will let you die!"

A burly man with a height of nearly ten feet, wrapped in a few pieces of tattered old sheepskin, with a large area of ​​skin exposed, held an iron gun, left his mount that was unable to run, and strode towards the pursuers.

As he strode forward, he shouted sharply, "Go! Cross the river!"

"After crossing the Baimang River, it is the territory of the princes of Beiming State. If people from Qinglang and Heilu dare to cross the border, it will be a fight to the death."

"Cross the river, cross the river, cross the river, there is still hope!"

"Today, I, Lu Xiu, will die here!"

The burly man hissed and howled, his howling was tragic, like a lone wolf that had been fatally injured, making the last sound of his life.

"19 years ago, I should have died!"

"The bastards of the Qinglang clan, come!"

Dozens of generals of the Qinglang clan, who were as burly as tigers, rode huge elephant-like long-haired yaks, armed with large axes, maces and other heavy weapons, roared in a low voice, and urged their mounts to charge at full speed.

Lu Xiu straightened out his long spear, and the dark long spear made a muffled sound of breaking the wind, blasting out dragon-shaped spear lights in the wind and snow.

The gun head spun rapidly, blasting into the bodies of long-haired yaks with terrifying force.

The body of the huge yak was blown to pieces, and the generals of the Qinglang clan on the back of the yak fell to the ground one by one.Before they got up, Lu Xiu strolled forward like admiring flowers and chrysanthemums, shot one by one, blasting the heads of these generals to pieces.

The blue wolf cavalry from the brigade charged forward.

Like a muddy flood, they rushed towards Lu Xiu,

Lu Xiu is like a strong dam, standing firmly in front of the torrent.

The mounts were smashed into pieces, and the cavalry roared and were picked off by the spears.

Soon, a large pile of corpses piled up in front of Lu Xiu, blocking the charging blue wolf cavalry.

The blue wolf cavalry bypassed the dead clansmen and charged from both sides of Lu Xiu.

Arrows rained down on Lu Xiu one after another.

The sound of "噗噗" was endless, and Lu Xiu's body was continuously hit by arrows. The arrows easily pierced the old sheepskin on his body, but when they touched his skin, which was tougher than the sheepskin, they fell powerlessly one after another.

In the small fleeing team, dozens of skinny and wounded men who were also only wrapped in old sheepskins pulled out various weapons and ran towards Lu Yao without saying a word.

The man with gray hair and beard took a deep look at Lu Xiu who was besieged and those men who turned back to die, gritted his teeth, stood up without a word, turned around and stepped on the surface of Baimang River.

A general hiding in the blue wolf cavalry team rushed out suddenly, and slammed the strangely shaped sheep's head hammer in his hand, hitting Lu Xiu hard on the chest.

Lu Xiu's chest was sunken and he vomited blood.

He roared, and the Jingyang Lu family's ancestral Canghai Jin was fully activated, and a vast blue light gushed out from his whole body.

Lu Xiu is about to launch a fatal blow... Lu Yu is in the capital city, and his mother's big umbrella of luck suddenly takes shape.

If anyone present could see the luck on top of Lu Xiu's head, they would be able to see that the bloody luck on top of his head, which was originally shattered like sand, suddenly closed inward.

A piece of blood-colored Qingyun with a size of half an acre gradually emerged, and above the blood-colored Qingyun, a cyan umbrella with a diameter of three feet quickly took shape.

Cang Haijin in Lu Xiu's body suddenly lost his breath.

One after another, the faint blue Yuan Gang ran randomly along his eight extraordinary meridians and twelve solemn meridians, and those who were dying just coincided with the movement route of the first Vajra body deduced by Lu Qi.

There was a tremor in the heart.

Lu Xiu's heart was beating violently, and a fist-sized golden flame suddenly lit up in his heart.

The old sheepskin wrapped around his body was broken, and in Lu Xiu's body, dragon-like giant powers emerged out of thin air, and a hint of pale gold appeared faintly in the bronze-colored skin.

Roaring all over, Lu Xiu swung the iron spear in his hand forward fiercely.

A golden hurricane swept out, and the three thousand blue wolf cavalry in front of Lu Xiu all collapsed into blood mist.

The man who had already set foot on the White Mang River turned his head abruptly. He saw Lu Yao soaring into the sky, and the golden gun lights kept bombarding the ground, and each blow easily smashed hundreds of blue wolf cavalry.

He slowly raised the black flint dagger in his hand, and roared hoarsely: "God bless Dayin!"

"Qinglang Clan, I want you to perish!"

(End of this chapter)