Nightfall Chapter 31: The way to talk to the world (part 2)

The pasture is seventy li southwest of Weicheng. Compared with Xiang Wanyuan, it is obviously lower in the south. The water plants are not fertile. However, Tang Jun is willing to pay a great price, camping here in the wind and snow, keeping it The situation of attack at any time.

Why? Because Tang Jun is about to run out of horses now, they must **** the pasture back before next spring. That is their last hope.

On the side of the wind and snow, there are fires everywhere in Tang Camp, with thick mattresses covering the backs of the horses. Tang Jun's view of these remaining horses is more important than his own life. This can only make Ah He felt even more contemptuous, he would never sympathize with the weak.

Just like he doesn't sympathize with the former defeated player.

Is the Tang Jun without a horse or the Tang Jun who used to ride the world with iron horses? Was the man killed still the once powerful star?

Hua Ying was drinking in Tangying. He was a shirtless middle-aged Titan, covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and her pale face was full of pain.

In the summer, he lost to the young barbarian on the battlefield, and his injuries never healed. He violated the military order to drink because only alcohol—only the strong alcohol in Jiujiang Shuangqiang can make him Suppressing the injuries in his body allowed him to sober and continue to command more than two thousand cavalry.

In the last war, the Tang state concluded a peace treaty with the Xiling Temple, and the heaviest price paid was the ceding of Xiang Wanyuan to the King’s Court of the Golden Account. For this reason, the princess Li Yu issued a letter of apology to the subjects of the Tang state, and the prince Li Peiyan even more. Die by yourself.

With the loss of Xiang Wanyuan, Tang Guo lost the main source of war horses. In the following years, small-scale battles at the border never stopped.

Shan Yu’s methods are extremely vicious and severe. He wants to consume the horses of the Tang army. For this, he does not hesitate to make the cavalry under his command twice or even three times the price, because

Wang Ting’s horse can be supplemented, but where can Tang Jun’s horse be supplemented?

The number of war horses of the Zhenbei Army has decreased drastically with the passage of time and unstopped fighting, and it has now entered a desperate situation.

As a famous general of the Tang army, Hua Ying is a powerful martial artist. In the Zhenbei Army, both qualifications and abilities are only under General Xu Chi. At that time, he had more than tens of thousands of cavalry, a terrifying heavy cavalry. There are also three thousand, but now...

Two thousand four hundred and thirty-two men, with two thousand four hundred and thirty-two horses, are two thousand four hundred and thirty-two cavalrymen, all the cavalry under his command.

It can also be said to be the last cavalry of the Zhenbei Army.

Hua Ying accepted the military order and brought all the cavalry here. The confrontation with the Golden Tented Cavalry Brigade from summer to this time was tantamount to smashing all hope in, because Tang Jun needed that piece of grassland. They wanted to find hope.

Of course, it is impossible for Tang to have only these war horses. However, it is meaningless to transfer horses from the south because the number is not enough to change the current situation. What makes the Zhenbei army uneasy and even angry is that the court does not seem to have such idea.

Hua Ying looked at the wine bowl, her eyes seemed to be burning. It was the Academy who decided to cede Xiang Wanyuan to the King’s Court of the Golden Account. It was also Ning Que who promised that he would be responsible for solving the problem of the war horse. However, for several years Time passed. Tang Jun shed blood and sacrificed on this grassland. He and his soldiers were tortured like ghosts. Where is the horse?

"If you are lying to us, then even if I die in the snow, I will come back to Chang'an City to ask you for your understanding."

He picked up the wine bowl, looked at somewhere in the south and said to Ning Que.

At this moment, a warning came from outside the camp, and at the same time there was a loud scream. In the wind and snow, the voice was clear and cruel, swaying across the wild.

Hua Ying retracted her gaze and looked at the face in the wine bowl, that a little haggard and no longer the Yingrui face, suddenly smiled.

He was in the service of personal soldiers, carefully put on his armor, and walked out of the tent.

Out of the tent, still in the camp, he walked out of the camp again, snow fell on the armor, did not melt, and soon filled the gap.

Tang Jun stood outside their respective tents, silently looking at his main general.

Outside the camp, through the wind and snow, looking at the barbarian boy in the distance, Hua Ying said slightly: "The general will definitely give me a meal."

Of course he remembers who the barbarian boy was. He was on this grass field in the summer. He was defeated by this humble boy and his injuries have continued to this day.

No one knows when such a strong man appeared in the Golden Tent King Court. If he was defeated by the infamous General Loeb, Hua Ying might be able to figure it out, but he could not figure out where this young man came from. Here, why is it so strong.

Until the rumors gradually spread on the grassland, people did not know that this young slave named Ada, just like the Hengmu Liren of Xiling Temple, was a gift left by Haotian to this world, a gift from God. The strong.

Now Hengmu Liren has an unimaginable position in the hearts of Haotian believers, and if Ah Da hadn't lived in the wasteland, his reputation would have been weaker.

After knowing the truth, Hua Ying realized that she was not wronged-Haotian really abandoned Tang Guo, just like abandoning the ridiculous man a thousand years ago-he will not be timid, but the state of mind is still Was affected.

He looked into the depths of the wind and snow in the distance. In the invisible horizon, there was a majestic mountain range dividing the entire continent into two parts. There was Minshan Mountain and Tianqi Mountain.

"Abandoned by Haotian... terrible?"

Hua Ying smiled slightly, and Zhong hand went into the air, and took the Pudao handed by the soldiers. The cool touch in his palm refreshed his spirit.

The barbarian boy is very strong and terrifying. He knows that he is not an opponent. If he goes to war, or there is only one dead end, he has no reason to go to war.

The confrontation between the two armies, there is no reason for the leader and general to stand alone. On the battlefield, he has never believed that the brave wins. If he avoids the battle, no one can say anything.

But on the way out of the camp earlier, he saw the looks and gazes of the soldiers, the endless exhaustion and the most terrible fatigue, he saw the old horses wrapped in blankets, like sick people, he knew Zhenbei The morale of the army has fallen to the point of being difficult to regain.

If he goes to war, even if he is defeated, it will be good...···Weibing may not necessarily win, but I want to be able to last longer until the moment when the situation changes.

So he held Pu Dao and walked towards Fengxue.

"I will take your head and bury it for my tribe."

Ada looked at Hua Ying and said blankly: "And one day, I will bring the warriors of the royal court to your Chang'an city and kill that person."

Hua Ying slapped the snow line on the armor and said: "You may kill me, but I am not going to let you go back alive. You can't see Chang'an City."

When he said this, the second baboon of the Zhenbei Army had a calm expression. He had no confidence in defeating Haotian's gift to the world, but he had the confidence to change his life.

When a person is not afraid of death, he naturally does not fear fate.

The fingers on the handle of the knife slowly closed one by one, like cast iron, snow falling on it, and there was no sign of melting because his hands were so cold.

From his body, to the slender hilt, to the heavy dark blade body, an extremely cold and severe aura slowly released, and then suddenly rose.

Snowflakes floating in the air, disturbed by this breath, blasted towards the surroundings, making a scoffing sound like a sharp arrow.

Ada expressionlessly drew out the scimitar beside his waist. This sword was only a treasure given to him. It was extremely sharp, as bright as his eyes at this time.

Like before every important battle, the young man began to pray silently, asking Changsheng Tian to grant him strength and help him defeat all enemies.

Snowflakes scattered in the sky. As if hearing his prayers, they slowed down timidly, and floated faintly. The remaining snow on the field gradually melted, revealing the remaining grass below.

Xue Xiao Cao Xian, but not full of life, on the contrary, it gives a very gloomy feeling.

A Da looked at Huaying on the opposite side, his eyes bright as jewels and blades, showing a look of contempt and pity, and then took a step forward.

He only took one step forward and stopped.

He felt that something seemed wrong.

He raised his head and looked at the sky of falling snow. Suddenly endless sadness appeared in his chest. His blue lips moved slightly, like a groan: "Eternal God..."

When the tribe failed at first, he was young and didn’t know how to grieve. Later, when he was a cow or horse for the king’s nobleman, he didn’t have time to grieve. When he picked up the dung, he didn’t have the strength to grieve. Then he became a great teenager. The strong are far away from sadness.

But at this moment, the sad mood is so strong that it instantly occupied his body and mind, as if he saw his own death in the next moment.

Why is this happening?

He no longer looks at the sky, but looks somewhere far south, feeling that someone is looking at him.

Although he was far away and couldn't hear any sound, he had a strong feeling that the person was talking to himself, and if he took a step forward, he would die.

Ada's childish dark face is full of unwillingness and anger. If that person can really shoot himself to death across thousands of miles, why didn't he do that in the summer?

What angered him most was that he felt the unabashed arrogance of the other party, and before this arrogance, Changshengtian remained silent!

And he began to fear!

There was a neigh in the wind and snow. I don't know which side of the horse it was, so proud.

Ada looked at Tang Ying, holding a scimitar, wondering if he would take that step.

Thousands of miles away in the south.

There was a lot of snow falling on the city walls. Ning Que stood at the top of the city, leaning against the entire Chang'an, looking at the direction of the distant wasteland, looking at the invisible battlefield.

The dark and heavy iron bow rested on the city bricks in front of him, and the shocking formation was held tightly in his hand, and his sense of consciousness dissipated across the fields.

The Zhenbei Army killed all the prisoners of the Golden Tent King Court. This was his order. He knew that it would put a lot of pressure on the Zhenbei Army, but he didn’t care, because the way he spoke to the world, In addition to the human head falling in the autumn rain, there is also the box of iron arrows behind him.

What is puzzling is that even with the help of Chang'an City, he can see no matter how far away he can see the whole world, the wasteland thousands of miles away, in the sea of ​​knowledge, it is just a dark and fuzzy picture, as long as The strong man of the Golden Tent King Court is not so stupid to light himself up, it is meaningless.

But he still looked at the north, as if he could see those lights at any time, and then an iron arrow sent the opponent into the underworld or the kingdom of God, or the fire that lit the lights was always in the hands of the academy?

(Wish everyone a happy weekend, I suddenly feel that working is really a very happy thing.)