"drive!"
In the boundless snow, countless cavalrymen wearing snow-white leather robes, with faces full of weather and fatigue, galloped from a distance.
To say they are cavalry is to praise them.
This group of people were all dressed in rags and were of different ages. The older ones were probably over fifty, but the youngest ones were only about eleven or twelve years old, still only half-grown children.
There are even some women riding horses among them.
This group of people are not soldiers at all, just ordinary tribal people in the North.
It's just that they make a living as nomads, and the old, weak, women and children can also control horses and strings.
"What...what is going on?"
Lao Gui Rao boasts that he has experienced countless big scenes, but he is also a little confused at this moment.
But now this dense crowd probably numbered more than five thousand, and it was unknown how many tribesmen gathered together to create such a size.
"Are these people crazy?"
The old ghost looked at the old, weak, women and children rushing over. These people were purely cannon fodder on the battlefield. Any soldier with a little training could kill them.
Why did this group of people rush over?
But immediately, he realized something, and he directly grabbed Ao Cang.
"Your Highness, you must not take action next, otherwise the disaster will be endless when you break through the Yuan Body!"
It didn't matter that the dozens of elephants were killed before. After all, there were only a few people, and with the Dragon Clan's background, some disasters could be overcome.
But with such a large number of people, no god would be able to withstand the backlash that would kill them unless King Minngling took action himself.
The laws of heaven move and all living beings act according to order.
If you kill too many people, you have destroyed the order of heaven and earth, and there is no reason to survive.
After all, Ao Cang is not a fool. Seeing so many people, he will naturally not rush forward stupidly.
The old ghost had a strong hunch in his heart that these people were not here for the secular army at all.
Their real purpose may be Shinto.
They want to use the resentment of these people when they die to inflict heavy damage on Shinto.
Although Shinto was not the main sponsor of this Northern Expedition, there was definitely Shinto influence behind the imperial court.
If it was just a normal-scale fight, some backlash from the divine way would be able to withstand it.
But once this place becomes a battlefield of flesh and blood, and the dead people reach a limit, they will inevitably spread and explode like adding fuel to the fire, and then follow the trace of cause and effect, and backfire on the head of Shinto.
But what scares the old ghost is that this approach is too cruel.
It is purely a tactic of injuring the enemy by a hundred and damaging yourself by a thousand.
This method of using the backlash of karma to hurt the enemy must have been thought up by the cultivating forces, and in the North, the largest cultivating force is the Daxue Mountain.
If Daxue Mountain dares to do this, they may be the first to encounter disaster from heaven.
When the old ghost thought of this, he couldn't help but slap his face twice.
What kind of evil have I done? How could I encounter such a thing? Once the resentment of living beings breaks out, they will definitely be the first to die.
In comparison, the dozens of elephant men killed by Ao Cang just now were nothing at all.
Ao Cang saw the old ghost suddenly convulsing, and he began to feel uneasy.
He cursed secretly in his heart, I have long said that Shinto's actions are so radical that they will definitely cause big trouble.
It's okay now, everyone is finished together.
Just when Ao Cang was also angry, in the snow to the west, the flag suddenly wavered, and more than a thousand cavalry came galloping towards him.
Compared to the shabby appearance of the Northland cavalry, these cavalry were each wearing black leather armor with iron plates as protection at key points. Each had a scimitar at their waist, a bow and a quiver on their back, and even the horses at their crotches were much taller. .
On the flag, there is a huge word "干" embroidered on it.
This is the flag of the Central Plains Dynasty. No wonder the equipment is so much better.
After all, the Northland was barren and it was difficult to smelt iron. There was not even enough iron to make swords, let alone armor.
This also led to a large gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides.
With just over a thousand cavalry, they could chase down the three thousand cavalry in the North and kill them randomly.
Obviously, the Hu people mobilized such a large team to attack the baggage. If the Central Plains Dynasty did not notice anything, all those scouts would have their heads chopped off.
At present, these cavalry are sent to protect the baggage.
But the old ghost only felt cold all over. He felt that this was a trap. Someone wanted to turn this place into a bloody battlefield. These cannon fodders came here with great fanfare just to attract the attention of the Central Plains Dynasty.
"Bless me, King Mingling. You always have a good plan. I can see through this kind of thing. Didn't you expect it?"
The old ghost muttered twice in his heart, and now he could only pray silently.
…
"How can this be good?"
Qiu Ping looked at the blood pool in front of him and the towering human bone moon building, his little face twisted a little.
He was trapped here, and he had no way of getting out.
To be precise, he didn't know where to go now.
The human bone moon building looked so weird that he didn't dare to get close, and the blood pool under him was particularly disgusting. He was worried about any contamination, so he didn't dare to move.
"Calling you greedy!"
Qiu Ping wished he could slap himself twice. Two years ago, he went to Luohan Temple to steal things for greed and was almost killed. Now he is trapped in the monk's den again.
He finally discovered that he had been at odds with the monk in his life.
Just when the little loach was scratching his head and scratching his head, not knowing what to do, the golden thread behind him finished the last bit.
His figure became illusory for a while, and then disappeared into the void.
Speaking of which, Qiu Ping stayed in the baggage train for three months. Logically speaking, he should have traveled through time long ago.
But because someone in the baggage team was always watching, the golden thread behind him was also delayed.
Now he has no one around him, which also triggered his time travel.
The little loach closed and opened his eyes. When he saw the scene in front of him clearly again, he found that he had arrived at a particularly strange place.
"This is...the moon?"
Qiu Ping looked at the large and small craters all over the ground, as well as the gravity environment where he could jump so high with just a single jump. He felt that he should have reached the moon.
But it shouldn't be, this is not the earth.
The moon of this world is not a small satellite, but one of the origins of the world, the vast lunar star.
Let alone him, even an immortal who has just become an immortal will be shocked to death by the terrifying pressure the first time he sets foot here.
Just kidding, Lord Taiyin Xing is famous for his bad temper.
If this is not the Lunar Star, then where is it?
Qiu Ping tried it on the ground with his paws. There was a thin layer of silver sand on the ground, pouring out from his palm like a waterfall, even a bit magnificent.
When he stepped on it with the soles of his feet, he could still leave a few footprints.
Although it looked fun, Little Loach didn't have any expectations for this time travel.
After all, when the time travel is over, I have to go back to that damn place, and I can't escape at all.
His heart has begun to break down, so he needs to destroy it quickly.
tired.
He didn't even bother to wear his little blue dragon coat. He was still eager to be recognized by others, just in case someone could recognize him and save him.
Qiu Ping was squatting on the ground, his claws drawing circles unconsciously.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
But suddenly, a calm and clear voice came to his ears.
"Huh? Is there anyone? There are people in this ghost place?"
Qiu Ping stood up and looked at the visitor with some excitement. The person who appeared in this strange place must not be a mortal.
When he looked up, he saw a stooped middle-aged man in gray clothes, dressed as a servant.
"Boss, are you an immortal?"
Qiu Ping's eyes were shining.
The middle-aged man looked at the little loach, and then at the broom in his hand.
"Well...obviously, I'm a sweeper."
Little Loach's words made the middle-aged boy a little silent.
"Boss, let me ask you a question. If you are trapped in a place, how should you get out?"
Qiu Ping didn't believe the other party's lies. He had seen it in martial arts movies, and usually the ones sweeping the floor were the big guys.
"Um...I want to know too."
The middle-aged man seemed to have lost his guard. He looked at the surrounding environment with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"Maybe I didn't describe it clearly enough, but there was a big umbrella in a bloody place. You know, an umbrella is the kind that blocks the rain. Of course, this umbrella doesn't block the rain, but I didn't say it couldn't block the rain. …”
Little Loach gestured for a long time, trying hard to make his needs clear.
But after hearing this, the middle-aged man became even more confused.
"But I... am just a sweeper."
The middle-aged man's mouth twitched. He didn't know why this loach had so much confidence in him.
"Boss, you must save me. Tell me your god's name. Are you the legendary Taiyin Star Lord?"
Qiu Ping hugged the middle-aged man's thigh and begged.
"Snapped."
The middle-aged man fell to the ground, face to face, leaving a clear outline of his face on the soft sand.
The little loach was stunned, while the middle-aged man coughed twice and tried to get up.
"Ahem, cough, cough... Bah, bah, I told you, I will just sweep it away."
The middle-aged man hurriedly wiped the dust off his face, expressing his helplessness.
"well."
The little loach looked a little lonely. It seemed that I was still too optimistic.
That’s right, how can there be so many big guys in this world?
"You are so young, why are you sighing?"
The middle-aged man wiped the dust off his face, and his face regained its calm look. He picked up the broom and swept up the dust on the ground.
"I just sighed."
Qiu Ping sighed even louder as if he was angry.
"Young people should be energetic. There are infinite possibilities in the future. It is not good to sigh at the slightest blow."
The man held a broom in his hand and was sweeping the floor while talking to Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping turned away, not wanting to talk to this person at all.
So annoying.
The little loach took out two paper balls and stuffed them into his ears.
"Young people are the sun of the hour. You have a lot of time to deal with difficulties."
The man swept up the dust on the ground and spoke slowly to Qiu Ping.
"Swiss, swiss, swish."
The dust on the ground had accumulated for who knows how many years. The broom finished sweeping one layer, but in the blink of an eye another layer accumulated, and it seemed that it would never be completely swept away.
But the middle-aged man enjoyed it and continued to clean it seriously. He even picked up the little loach's feet and cleaned the footprints under his feet.
But in an instant, after the little loach's paw fell, the footprints appeared again.
"There is so much dust here, why are you sweeping it?"
After holding it in for a long time, Little Loach finally couldn't bear it anymore. He felt that besides his low cultivation level, this person might not even have a very good mind.
"The dust here used to be so thick. After I cleaned it, it is only this thick now. One day, I will be able to clean up the dust here."
The middle-aged man seemed a little excited when he mentioned his major.
He proudly showed off his sweeping achievements to Qiu Ping, but Little Loach didn't notice the difference in his actions.
I'm really stupid, what should I talk to a big fool?
"Would you like to come together? I think the two of us working together will come faster than one person. There is no chance that a third or fourth person will come here in the future. Let's sweep the floor together, so that we can clean up here faster. .”
The middle-aged man magically took out a broom from behind and placed it next to Qiu Ping.
"This is too stupid. I am a sixth-grade true god and a master of the Fallen Dragon Pass. I will not sweep the floor."
Although Little Loach was born as a mud-legged person, but now he considers himself a civilized person, he naturally does not want to do such a thing.
He curled his lips and just squatted there, watching this idiot sweep the floor.
"Swiss, swiss, swish, swish, swish..."
The middle-aged man's broom rubbed against the sand and dust on the ground, and the sound was actually somewhat pleasant.
His steps were brisk, and there was always a slight smile on his face, as if he was enjoying wonderful things from sweeping the floor.
"Click."
The little loach took out a peach from the space between its scales and bit into it, making the juice overflow.
"Gudu."
The middle-aged man sweeping the floor beside him had his throat rolled slightly, but when he saw the little loach looking towards it, he quickly turned his head away.
"Swiss, swiss, swish."
He continued sweeping the floor.
"Snapped."
A peach core fell into the sand in front of him. There was still a small half of the moist peach that had not been chewed clean. Even though it was stained with dust, it still looked so attractive.
"What a waste of resources."
The middle-aged man secretly thought it was a pity, but he had no choice but to sweep the peach core and dust away.
At this moment, a black shadow drew a parabola in the air, and the middle-aged man hurriedly took it.
But it's a peach.
As if nothing happened, the little loach replaced it with a red fruit and continued to eat.
Although we are about to die, we must die like a dead ghost.
"Thank you, I have never eaten such good food."
The middle-aged man rubbed the peach on his body, then took a big bite, and like a little loach, his face was covered with juice.
"Crack, click, click."
"Crack, click, click."
Both of them were eating fruit and were very happy.
A feeling of emotion arose in the middle-aged man's heart. In this world, more and more people can not only get spiritual satisfaction by cleaning the floor, but also by eating.
This thing called a peach is really delicious.
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