Southern snowfield.
A group of Qingqi moved from north to south, all the way south. In just a few days, dozens of tribes, large and small, were uprooted by this group of mysterious Qingqi, and even built a series of temples!
This light cavalry came and went without a trace, its whereabouts were unpredictable, but no one in the tribe they targeted could escape their poisonous hands.
Some barbarians call it the ghost army!
The Qingyang Tribe is one of the famous tribes in the ancient Southern Barbarian Kingdom, and even the tribe leader has a trace of royal blood!
They are located eighty miles northwest of the royal city, with a population of over 100,000!
"Did you hear that?"
"The armies of each tribe have arrived at the royal city!"
"Now His Majesty the Barbarian Emperor has assembled nearly 400,000 troops and is preparing for a decisive battle with Dayu's main force heading south!"
By a small river outside the Qingyang tribe, dozens of young men were walking their horses by the almost dry river while talking about recent rumors.
"Haha, these Yu people really don't know how to live or die. Over the years, only our barbarians have invaded them. I didn't expect them to dare to lead their troops south. They are simply seeking death!"
"His Majesty the Great Barbarian Emperor is already preparing to launch a counterattack!"
"I also heard that there is a ghost army on the grassland, and it has massacred many of my Southern Barbarian tribes in the past few days!"
A gloomy look on the face of a man with a curly beard in a gorgeous uniform said angrily: "This damn ghost army, don't let me, Barhan, touch you, otherwise I will definitely fight with them!"
"Haha, by the way, my son, the son of the Qingyang tribe, is also preparing to set off to join us, right?"
"We are close to the royal city, so we can leave in two days at night!"
"Woo!"
There was a sound of horns, and groups of armored knights were seen rushing out of the camp in the distance, stretching for several miles, rushing out of the camp in a mighty manner!
"Look, it's the Qingyang Ancient Flag!"
"They are the warriors of my Qingyang tribe, they are going to war!"
A barbarian girl shouted excitedly, knelt on the ground with a pious expression, kissed the cold earth, and murmured to herself.
After the mysterious ceremony ended, several barbarian sons and daughters also stood up one after another and watched the army disappear into the sky!
"May the glory of the Barbarian God bless me, the great Barbarian, and win the victory!"
"Conquer that fertile land!"
The minds of several people gradually calmed down. Seeing that it was getting late, an older barbarian man said: "It's getting late, we should go back, don't let Grandpa and the others worry!"
"Um!"
As he spoke, several people got on their horses one after another and were about to return, when they suddenly heard the sound of galloping horse hooves from the horizon!
"Um?"
"Which tribe are they warriors from?"
"This is... Dayu's battle flag!"
"No, it's the Yu people's army!"
Barhan's pupils immediately shrank, and when he saw the leader with a green face and fangs, a red cloak fluttering in the wind, and a spear in his hand sweeping across, his expression suddenly changed!
"It's that ghost army!"
"It's the ghost army...the ghost army is coming!"
"Quickly, return to the tribe!"
Seeing Barhan get on his horse in panic, several barbarians around him also reacted one after another, with shocked expressions on their faces: "How could it be possible? How could this ghost army appear here?"
"This is near the royal city!"
"That's not right!" Balhan looked startled, looking at the black cavalry approaching like a black cloud, and said in surprise: "The legendary ghost army only has a few thousand people, but this light cavalry in front of me is probably already There are nearly ten thousand people, right?”
"Stop talking so much. The warriors of my Qingyang tribe have just left the village. You go and chase them back. I will rush back to the tribe to report the news!"
"That's too late!"
Balhan's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and the Pegasus ran wildly towards the tribe.
The black cavalry raised up the billowing smoke and seemed to have discovered their group, and the flying horses surrounded them.
"Let's go!"
Barhan shouted lowly, and saw hundreds of arrows shooting towards them like a blanket, and several barbarians were directly shot into sieves.
Barhan immediately fell to the ground and pretended to be dead. He pulled out an arrow from the corpse next to him, clamped it with his arm, stained it with some blood, and lay silently among the corpses.
"drive!"
"drive!"
The ghost army didn't seem to take their group seriously and roared towards the Qingyang tribe.
"It's over!"
"Now there is only a group of old and weak people left in our Qingyang tribe!"
"Damn ghost army!"
Barhan immediately rode on a horse that was lucky enough to survive and ran all the way towards the royal city to report the news!
"Soldiers!"
"In front of us is a large tribe of Barbarians, with more than 100,000 members!"
"Now all the young and strong members of their tribe have been recruited and rushed to the royal city, leaving tens of thousands of old and weak ones!"
"Kill with me!"
Yue Fei raised his spear, and the black cavalry behind him rushed directly towards the barbarian tribe. Zhao Huaiyuan and others rode their horses to protect Ning Fan.
Now after several days of fighting, all the second-generation dudes have a cold and murderous aura about them. Their faces have also lost some of their greenness, and their skin has turned dark.
Everyone has a calm temperament, even Xie Yan, who behaves frivolously, has an air of stability at this moment.
"Come on, Xu Chu, you two will lead three thousand cavalry and charge from the left!"
"promise!"
"Uncle Bao, no intention, you lead three thousand cavalry and charge from the right!"
"promise!"
"Remember, no chickens or dogs will be left alive in the Qingyang tribe!"
"All camps, houses, food, grass and weapons, as well as what we need, will be burned!"
Ning Fan's words were filled with a sense of solemnity, and the generals beside him seemed to be used to it. They bowed respectfully, and each led three thousand horsemen to march towards the Qingyang tribe!
"Huaiyuan, no intention of you bringing people to rescue my Yu people!"
"good!"
"charge!"
Following Ning Fan's order, the remaining thousands of elites behind them set up their spears, and as the horns sounded, they aimed at the Qingyang tribe and launched a charge!
"The Qingyang tribe is a noble of the Southern Barbarians. They have been rewarded by many Yu people as slaves over the years!"
"According to our intelligence, there are thousands of Yu people as slaves in the Qingyang tribe alone. This time, we must rescue them all!"
"promise!"
Everyone looked excited, looking at the alliance in front of them, with overwhelming hatred in their eyes. In just a few days, they had seen too many miserable scenes.
Especially for this group of fledgling young people, the evil of human nature has been vividly demonstrated by these barbarians. Now, only killing and blood can gradually calm the raging anger in their hearts!
"kill!"
Ning Fan stood in front of him, holding the Fierce Dragon Soul-Severing Spear and charging forward. At this moment, the Qingyang tribe seemed to have noticed the movement and rushed out groups of armed cavalry!
"Die!"
Ning Fan wore a bronze mask and pierced the three barbarian cavalry who were rushing towards him with one spear, just like piercing through a candied haws, nailing them to the ground.
After the Pegasus passed by, he took the spear again and instantly transformed into a peerless evil god. Accompanied by screams, he began to charge!
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