It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 602

Wildfire needs a victory to tell all the tribes on the steppe: he is coming, he will rule here.

Zhong Mushan's ability played a big role in this operation. He splashed ink and used all his literary talents to send a letter of war to Beiman's troops. The scriptures are complicated and arrogant. The general idea is that the most valuable and virtuous in the world live there, and Ye Yuanhuo, who he assists, is a virtuous master, and the purpose is to take the world.

Even though Jin Dao loves imperial culture, he usually loves dancing and writing, but this time it took a lot of effort to understand the general meaning of the war book.

After the war book was sent to the Beiman Department, Ye Yuanhuo personally led the army, assembled his forces, and set out for the Beiman Department base camp.

This incident attracted the attention of many tribes in the grasslands. The Rong tribes were not in harmony either. When they attacked the empire, they were naturally in the same boat, but within them, they fought back and forth.

Jin Dao had been gathering all the tribes to defend against the attack of the wild fire. From the first day he saw him, Jin Dao knew in his heart that after Nohara Fire grew stronger, the first target must be himself.

But in this matter, he did not gain much, and there were not many tribes that responded to his call. Asking for help from Huyan, it is also meat buns beating dogs, and there is no echo at all. Therefore, although Jin Wen has an advantage in military force, he does not have an absolute advantage.

Winter is here, and the grassland is getting colder and colder. The northwest wind was blowing, and the grass was rolling, but there was no vitality. Except for the hungry prairie wolves, there was nothing to see.

Jin asked as he walked out of the tent, and shuddered. He looked into the distance and saw that on the hillside not far away, the enemy troops had already formed their formation. Six thousand people lined up in a large group, and the fierce horses under the soldiers were restlessly digging their hooves. There is a big flag in the middle with a bright fire character written on it.

The two armies had never fought, and the air had a strong smell of blood, and even the wind from the extreme north could not blow away.

"Your Majesty." Someone brought the weapon to Jin asked.

An iron gun, this Jin Wenben is also a good gunner, but he doesn't remember how many years he hasn't held this gun.

He hung up his saber, grabbed his iron spear, and stepped onto his black-maned horse. Since Qingniu Mountain, it is not that he has not been on the battlefield. Only this time, Ping Bai was a little excited.

No matter what, the nightmare always has an end. Today is either the end or a new beginning. It is impossible to say that after today, he will be able to break free from the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The north wind was hunting, and Jin Wen straddled his horse and walked at the front of the team, with tens of thousands of Beiman Buerlang roaring behind him.

After all, he is a prairie boy, and since the army is overwhelming, there is absolutely no reason to be afraid. It is nothing more than stand up for a fight, and at most give up this life.

The two armies confronted each other, each making bursts of roars, and the morale was like a rainbow for a while.

Zhong Mushan appeared in front of the two army formations. It was the first time he participated in this kind of occasion, and he was also a little nervous. Taking a deep breath, he shouted at the opposite side: "My king is also a descendant of the grasslands, and I can't bear the death of my compatriots and brothers. I would like to compete with Your Excellency one-on-one, and decide whether to win or lose."

In the face of the opponent's provocation, the soldiers of the northern barbarians gritted their teeth in anger, and a man with a big stick shouted: "Don't panic, Your Majesty, I'll go meet him and bring his head here."

After not seeing each other for many years, Jin asked also wanted to see how powerful his younger brother was. Not long after returning to the grassland, there was such a big movement.

This man who invited to fight is also a good player in the tribe, but he can also be used to try the depth of the wild fire today.

"Okay, you are allowed to fight, you are allowed to win, and you are not allowed to lose. Don't fall for the prestige of my northern barbarians."

There was a roar of horses, and this man named Chilang came out with a big stick. The opponent's coach, Nohara Huo, personally fought, with a large sword in his hand, and two horses caught and charged.

Each of them are menacing, wrapped in the killing intent in their hearts. In the sight of the two horses facing each other, Nohara Fire raised the knife, and Jin asked with squinting eyes.

For him, Jin asked not to know nothing at all. In the past, he used a machete, and his martial arts were not very good. It's just that he didn't know when and where he learned how to use this broadsword.

The two horses were wrong, but it was only a momentary scene. Ye Yuanhuo's big sword slammed down with a crisp sound, and the head of the red wolf rolled to the ground. Only a headless corpse was still riding wildly on the horse.

The Ye Yuanhuo side made a roar that shook the sky, and the morale was great. In such a confrontation between the two armies, it is not entirely uncommon for the generals to catch a duel. The winning side can boost their morale and defeat the enemy's morale. Of course, there is no shortage of coaches on the battlefield without the power to bind chickens, killing enemies thousands of miles away while talking and laughing.

After the red wolf was beheaded, the Beiman tribe was silent. He was considered to be one of the best players in the tribe, but he didn't even walk past the opponent's sword for a single round.

Jin Wendao's expression was indifferent, but his heart was overturned, and there was only one thought that kept repeating: It turns out that he is so good.

Ye Yuanhuo turned the horse's head back, stabilized his body again, and shouted at the opponent's battle formation, "Who is coming?"

There is no shortage of sons who are not afraid of death, and there is no shortage of warriors who think they can defeat the enemy. After Chilang's death, several more people came forward to challenge Ye Yuanhuo. After Chilang, Ye Yuanhuo lost four people in a row, and the murderous intention became more and more vigorous.

In the end, Ye Yuanhuo pointed his knife at Jin and asked coldly, "This time you are here."

Jin asked to understand that sooner or later, it would be his turn, and things would come to an end. He slapped his horse into battle and stood opposite the wildfire.

After a lapse of years, many things have changed, and the two of them have also changed a lot. By accident, Jin Wen became the king of the Northern Barbarians, but no one knew what happened behind Ye Yuanhuo.

"I'm very happy that you are alive." Jin asked with a long sigh: "We are also brothers. I am not wronged to die under your sword."

Jin Dao and Ye Yuanhuo are indeed brothers, but at the beginning, Jin Dao would not regard Ye Yuan Huo as a brother. Today, Ye Yuan Huo did not intend to regard Jin Dao as a brother.

Ye Yuanhuo's eyes were very cold, he just raised the knife and said, "Come on."

When he met this gaze, Jin Dao knew that he had lost. He was still haunted by the past. When people came out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the soul remained in the valley. But Ye Yuanhuo was different. He had chewed up that nightmarish memory and turned it into the strongest part of his body. From the moment he walked out of the valley, he already knew what he was going to do.

And some things, once decided, cannot be changed.

"Come."

Jin Wenxiao shouted in the sky and rushed towards the wild fire.

There is no reason to be afraid of Erlang on the grassland.