The 20,000 Dazheng Dynasty troops who intended to sneak attack Jiushi City fell into a moment of death at this moment, Wang Lin Han Xue is an extremely outstanding general in the Zhenbei Army, and the talent of leading the troops will naturally not be less, otherwise Yao Jian would not have given this heavy responsibility to the two of them so easily.
Even if Wang Lin and Han Xue have more knowledge than ordinary people, they are helpless in the face of the current situation, and the antidote that was originally pinned on high hopes did not play the expected role, and the 20,000 army has died thousands of people in a short period of time, and the death is extremely tragic.
Wang Lin has thought about many ways to thicken the iron plate in the boots, but it is still useless, as long as the slightest touch of poisonous weeds will kill people, and the dead are worthy of the reputation of the dead human, at this moment, they deeply understand the mood of the Ji Chi tribe fleeing more than ten years ago, and also understand why the only surviving Ji Chi leader kept his mouth shut about everything that happened in the dead man, it was too terrifying, Wang Lin Han Xue asked himself is also very bold, not to mention that it is too big, but at least it can swallow a whole cow.
But the two understand that if they can successfully survive, they don't want to talk about everything that happened here when they escape from this dead man, it is really a nightmare of life, Buddhism once said that there are eighteen layers of hell underground, and the great evildoers in the world are imprisoned in the previous life, and each layer of hell is a disgusting fight, the two are the generals of the Taisho Dynasty, although they don't believe in Buddhism, but they will also be a little jealous, and the two once drank together and laughed that they killed so many people and must have gone to hell after death.
It's just that in the face of the tragic situation of death today, I have a lot of thoughts about the unknown hell in my heart, and hell may not be so terrifying as death.
The journey of 20,000 people is not too far, just entering the road of death is only a third of the distance, when they came, this road did not encounter any danger, but on the way back, there were dangers, no, it was directly full of dangers.
Wang Lin was holding a firewood knife in his hand, but now the knife had no effect here, no matter what touched the poisonous weeds, it would cause the poisonous weeds to attack, and he finally felt completely powerless.
A day and two nights later, outside of the dead humanity, Wang Lin Han Xue led the army to come in, and a team of two thousand wolf riders came, and the leader was Cao Qing, the god of war of the Ji Chi tribe, I saw him silently looking at the entrance to the dead humanity, his face looked unfazed, and he rushed here from the Jiutu tribe in a short period of time, and he got an order from Zamu Qi Zhen not long ago, saying that the 20,000 people of Wang Lin Han Xue, who was originally besieging Liyang, intended to sneak attack Jiushi City through the dead humanity, Cao Qing sneered at this, these people dared to borrow the road from the dead humanity, If they are really looking for death, this road is no longer dared to be taken by their Ji Chi natives.
This road has devoured tens of thousands of lives, and there is only one person who can come out of here alive, and the other person is their god, and he is no longer considered a human being.
Cao Qing rode on horseback, behind him were two thousand fierce wolf riders, the wolf riders lost nearly a thousand people some time ago and this time when they attacked the Jiutu tribe, but because of the baptism of war, the wolf riders had a murderous aura, and ordinary people were very likely to be frightened to move when they saw the people in the wolf riders from afar, especially the saber in the wolf rider's hand was shining even in winter.
As one of the most powerful cavalry in the world, the wolf rider looked at the dead man that could only accommodate one person, and felt a pestle in his heart, this road they had explored many times, but the final result was terrified because of the poisonous weed that they had never heard of before.
Cao Qing shouted to the deputy general beside him and said: "You lead three hundred people to swim in the direction of Taga, once you find that the Dazheng reinforcements are trying to delay their time here, do whatever it takes, if there is no movement in two days, you will withdraw the army back." ” This deputy general immediately led three hundred horsemen to run in the direction of Taga, Cao Qing continued to sit here, according to previous experience, 20,000 people entered the death path, if there is no accident, at most three days and then do not come out, it will definitely be the end of total destruction, if they are lucky to escape, then they will end their unfortunate lives again.
In addition, a large number of troops of the Zhenbei Army have been invested in Jiutu, and the maximum number of people who can come here to support is only a few thousand, and when he came, he ordered Ji Chi's army in Jiutu not to encircle and suppress the remnants of Jiutu, only to defend and not fight, if the Zhenbei Army dares to withdraw the army to rescue these 20,000 people, then the territory they just laid may be taken back.
"Set up camp, let's wait here for the rabbit."
Cao Qing ordered, the remaining 1,700 wolves rode off their horses and quickly found a suitable place around to set up a military camp, the wolf riding horse battle is strong, and the ability required to march and fight is naturally not bad, Cao Qing made a death order when training the wolf horse, if any one of the wolf riders can not complete all the training, the whole team will be punished, and a team of thirty wolf riders can be said to be able to resist the ordinary army armor hundreds.
In the military tent, Cao Qing sits and drinks tea, the teacup is divided into two sizes, the small cup is used for sipping, also called the tea cup, the large cup can be directly used as a tea drinking utensils, the teacup is usually made of porcelain or purple sand pottery, the best teacup in the world is the best purple sand made by the sword tomb Nandi tea stove, the clay is natural, the touch is excellent in the hand, the body of the pot is carved with various postures of thousands of creatures, Cao Qing holds this pair of teacups in his hand to the landscape-based, this general above 10,000 people under Ji Chi is not only powerful, but also elegant, it can be said that martial arts are good at writing.
He took a sip of tea, swallowed it gently, and the snow-white armor he was wearing was removed and hung on a copper pillar beside him, under the armor was also a snow-white fine silk, embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns, Cao Qing's face was average, but there was a convincing temperament on his body, perhaps because he had stayed in the barracks all year round, and he unconsciously had majesty, which made people want to approach and fear approaching.
He just sat here, with his silver spear on the table in front of him, put down his teacup, and picked up a book of war in his hand, this general who can be claimed to be comparable to the king of Taisho Jinshi has been working hard all the time, and he has put in a lot of sweat before he became famous, and he is still unswerving when his reputation can be said to be known to everyone in the world.
"In the next ten years, it will be Ji Chi's opportunity, seize it, Ji Chi will definitely establish a country, where will the world's first power be Dazheng, it must be Ji Chi."
Cao Qing also had some thoughts in his heart while reading the book of war, and his vision was not limited to the current short Jiutu tribe.
In another ten years, the generals of the Taizheng generation will be old, and that time is the best time for him Cao Qing to really show his ambitions, and now Wang Lin Han Xue, a young general with a little ability in the northern army of Taizheng Town, has entered the dead by himself.