Nightfall Chapter 51: Sing to send arrows
For the coalition forces of the Xiling Temple, the Southern Jin emperor stayed in Chengjing, and the Southern Jin forces that entered the wasteland were personally led by the Southern Jin prince. In the previous **** battle, they suffered extremely heavy losses. The strong sword pavilion suffered numerous deaths and injuries. The priest Yu was seriously injured. But the true strength of the coalition forces has not been greatly affected.
There are still many Taoist and Keqing forces like Dahe Country Mochi Garden in silence.
The ruling priest in the Scarlet God, Ye Hongyu, has not taken action today—she killed three barren warrior leaders in the battle a few days ago, showing a terrifying realm of strength—you know The strength of the leaders of the deserted warriors is close to the peak of martial arts.
The tall figure headed by the Xiling Temple has been stuck in that huge god. The iron cavalry of the Datang Empire did not show its full strength during several charges.
While the elders of the deserted tribes will be killed and wounded, the great elders were killed on the spot, the first master Tang was seriously injured, and more than ten powerful warrior leaders were either injured or killed. At this time, the Xiling Temple coalition forces still retain such a powerful strength. With so many remaining players, how can Huangren not despair?
When the battlefield was gradually resting but not much rest, the drums of the Allied forces of the Temple revived, and the army assembled again, preparing to launch the last attack on the deserted tribe in the north.
Tens of thousands of deserted soldiers suffered heavy casualties. Because of their strong bodies and will, most of them were seriously injured. They had no ability to fight. The tribesmen looked at Tang, who was kneeling on one knee in the middle of the deserted battlefield, and knew that the moment of extinction was about to come. With the arrival, all the hardships and dreams of the millennia will eventually vanish.
There is dead silence in the wasteland, and then I don't know who is leading the song, sad ballads are floating in the wind, and rough singing echoes on the wasteland.
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"The sky is also cold, and the ground is also cold. The goshawk dare not look at the northern wilderness."
"Atami falls. Atami rises. Snow wolves on the banks of Atami."
"The snow wolves are chasing after each other, and the snow wolves die, holding a knife to hunt for deer all day long."
"Where to live. Where to die, where to bury the bones."
"Minshan is strong, Minshan is strong. Minshan is the true hometown."
"Stepping through the vast snow, stepping through thousands of miles of frost, looking south all day long."
"Tread through the vast snow, step through thousands of miles of frost, and no longer look south."
"I will go first, and you will come again."
"I will fight first, and you will come again."
"I will die first and you will come again."
"The way home is near, the way home is far. Step on the way home."
"I have gone, you come soon."
"I have battled, you come soon."
"I'm dead. Come on."
"I'm dead. Come on."
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This is the homeland song that has been passed down for thousands of years in the deserted tribe. After thousands of years of wind and snow, they finally left the extreme northern cold region. Leaving the Atami and snowfields, and returning to their homeland, they were not greeted by flowers and enthusiasm, but by indifferent eyes and **** fighting, and even the tragic situation of extinction.
In the past, when the wild people sang this song, they would have tragic emotions, and even just be strong and not sorrowful. However, today tens of thousands of wild people's soldiers are dead or injured, sitting and lying on the puddle of blood. Hoarse or hoarse, the singing voice can't be neat, it rises and falls from time to time, it seems particularly sad, and it hits the sky.
Suddenly there is the sound of horseshoes, and then the sound of wheels, the sound of reeling into the tragic song of the deserted person, the rhythm of the singing is not disturbed-at this time the singing of the deserted person has no rhythm-but is given A certain rhythm, a calm and stable rhythm that seems very indifferent.
Clouds cover the sky in the north of the wilderness, and a black carriage drove slowly under the clouds.
Huangren looked at the carriage, supported each other and stood up hard, whether it was a gray-haired veteran soldier or a young soldier with a green face, whether it was a mature man with a severely broken leg or a woman covered in blood, look Looking at the black carriage, his expression became awed and fearful, and then the last hope appeared.
The proud knees fell on the wilderness wet with blood. Wherever the black carriage passed, the desolate people knelt down and bowed their heads in salute. Some desolate warriors who were seriously injured could not get up once they knelt down. Just die.
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Tang knelt on one knee in the middle of the wasteland battlefield, his left knee plunged deep into the mud, squeezing out countless black juices, not knowing whether it was the milk of the wasteland or the blood of the tribe compatriots, he silently stared at the huge seat in the distance Looking at the looming tall figure in the platform, the goddess slowly adjusted his breath.
The Huangren is facing the disaster of genocide. As the leader of the Demon Sect walking and fighting against Huangren, he is unwilling to accept this fact. At least before he died, he has to make Xiling Temple pay some extremely painful price.
In the wasteland at this time, the most noble person and the most important person to the Central Plains countries is naturally the head teacher of the Xiling Temple in that huge god. Then he is the ultimate goal of Tang Shengsheng. .
At this moment, he heard the sound of the tribe's singing coming from behind him a little messy, and then he heard the sound of horseshoes and wheels, and looked back and saw the black carriage.
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The surface of the black carriage is covered with a shallow layer of frost, and the inside of the carriage is covered with a thick layer of ice. The talisman in the brass basin is frozen like a ghost fire by the cold, and may be extinguished at any time.
The cold aura in Sangsang's body has long been awakened, and now it is finally beginning to explode, but whether she or Ning Que, she doesn't know what the Pluto brand in her body will eventually become.
Ning Que’s eyelashes were hung with snow frost, and the dim sky light coming in from the car window was refracted into colorful light by the snow frost. He listened to the song of the wild people floating outside the window and said, "I’ll go first. , You come again."
Sang Sang gave a hum, put his face on his chest, and said: "I will die first, and you will come again."
Ning Que shook his head and said: "I will die first, you will come again, or die together."
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When seeing the black carriage appearing on the wasteland, the coalition camp of Xiling Temple fell into silence. The assembled teams became a little chaotic, and the powerful men with terrifying realm were silent.
Two years ago, the Lanke Temple Buddha light masterpiece started in the fall. The whole world is chasing down the black carriage, including the extreme wars on the wasteland these days. It all started from the black carriage, but today this one The black carriage finally appeared in front of people, but people felt a little at a loss.
No one gave orders, the tall figure on the giant lion looked up in silence, and the Xiling Temple coalition forces almost subconsciously stopped the attack. Waiting for the final military order.
The black carriage stopped in front of the waste.
A soft creak. The ice and snow on the carriage shook slightly and peeled off.
The car door opened, and Sangsang, dressed in black fur, walked down.
She looked at the Xiling Temple coalition forces in the south and walked forward a few steps. When each step falls, the ground where the soles of the feet are in contact with the wasteland ground will be frozen, forming a mass of ice and snow.
It's like walking on the white snow lotus.
Dark clouds cover most of the sky in this wasteland. More than a dozen black crows were constantly flying and hovering in the air above Sangsang's head. The picture was very strange.
Looking at this scene, all of the coalition forces in the Xiling Temple in the south have extremely strange emotions in their hearts, which are the negative emotions combined with fear, awe, aversion and destruction.
In the blood-red god, Ye Hongyu supported his jaw with his hands, and looked at the north quietly, looking tired between his eyebrows. She was not like those ordinary soldiers, shocked by the black carriage and the daughter of Hades, and her emotions were complicated. She just felt very puzzled at this time: Where is Ning Que?
Suddenly. Her eyes were suddenly bright, and her black hair like a waterfall floated back sharply. She did not hesitate to fold her waist, and with her dancing black hair, she fell like a chopped tree.
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Ning Que was not by Sangsang's side, nor in the carriage of the black carriage.
I don't know when, he has quietly left the carriage, and under the cover of the wild people's singing, he came to the forefront of the wild people's front, and came to those who fell to the ground in awe.
When the eyes of the whole world were attracted by Sangsang, he knelt on the ground on one knee, pulled the string with his right hand, and the iron bow was bent sharply, aiming at the direction of the Allied Forces of Xiling Temple a few miles away in the south, and the bow string suddenly loosened.
The Thirteen Arrows of the Yuan Dynasty condense the collective wisdom of the academy and the resources of the entire Datang Empire. In terms of power alone, it can even be compared with the legendary previous generations.
Yuan Thirteen Arrows can ignore the space, no matter how far they fly, their power will not be lost. Therefore, in battle, the farther away from the enemy, the better for Ning Que.
Because it is difficult for those enemies to foresee the foresight from his movements and eyes, and produce warning signs.
Because of these characteristics, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows is the most suitable weapon for a sneak attack on the battlefield. It can be said to be unprofitable. The only restriction is whether Ning Que can see the target and whether he can aim at the target.
At this time, the two armies are separated by a few miles, extremely far away, ordinary feather arrows and flying swords cannot pass, but Ning Que can see all the details on the opposite front for more than 20 miles, and can aim at what he wants to aim. Anyone.
Zhong Zeng Zeng Zeng!
Ning Que knelt on one knee and hid among the deserted people, moving horizontally, shooting five arrows in a row like lightning.
He knows that there are not many opportunities left for him today. He must grasp and make full use of this opportunity, which means that he must accomplish enough goals in the first arrow attack.
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The first arrow is the most sudden, the most difficult to prevent, and the greatest chance of success. The target of choice is of course the most important person, the person who is most likely to cause fundamental changes in the battle.
This goal is a good choice. Just as Tang decided to burn the last life and kill the man, Ning Que did not hesitate to give the first arrow to the head teacher of the Xiling Temple.
Everything was as expected by Ning Que. The battlefield was far apart. Unlike the battles of Yuan Thirteen Arrows in Lanke Temple and Chaoyang City, no one could predict his behavior in advance.
At least when the first chord reverberates over the wasteland, no one knows that the iron arrow has left the string, and the Yuan Shisanjian ignores space and time, so logically, no one can avoid it.
Even if it is the head teacher of Xiling Temple.
The white turbulence suddenly emerged behind the string, not yet fully formed, the dark iron arrow has disappeared, the next moment it appeared on the huge **** in the south, appeared in the pavilion behind the ten thousand gauze curtain, and hit the road The head of a tall figure.
The gauze curtain will cover the light.
The iron arrow hit the head of the figure, but it seemed to have hit the real shadow, passing through silently, and then the iron arrow body appeared, piercing through countless heavy curtains, and disappeared far south. In the sky.
The tall figure leaned forward slightly and looked towards the north of the wasteland. It didn't seem to be hurt. On the contrary, he found it very interesting, wanting to see what the person who shot the arrow looked like.
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