Anti-grave robbery: scare away Jin Xiaowei at the beginning

The north wind howled, Qipanshan, inside the Tianlong chess game.

Ground gate battlefield.

The wind is hunting.

The overall terrain is Pingtan, and there is a large roundabout valley. The valley presents a huge return wind, and there is a valley gap around it.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the sky, and tigers and leopards gathered in demonic aura rode on the northwest highlands of Luolie Valley. Cao Zhen, who was leading King Biao, looked around the four valley gaps on the left and right. From left to right are white, blue, purple and red.

Four colors of thick smoke were burning, but the situation inside could not be seen clearly, which made people have an ominous premonition.

Cao Zhen looked back at his son Cao Shuangshuang.

Cao Shuangshuang seemed to be dozing off, looking dazed and listless.

"Son!"

Cao Zhen turned around and said, "How to deal with it?"

Cao Shuangshuang said lazily, "Isn't it funny for you to ask me a layman about this kind of thing? Just like my ancestors, when you go to the battlefield, will you ask my ancestor Cao Mengde how to fight and how to charge? General Cao Let's see."

Cao Zhen turned around and looked at the thousand tiger and leopard cavalry, and waved, "The first team enters the arena!"

Among the thousands of tiger and leopard riders, a group of strange soldiers who looked like they were all leopard riders paced out of formation, and fought along the roundabout valley towards the middle of the valley.

Just as the first team entered, the next moment, the ground trembled, and among the four valleys, the first white smoky valley on the left came out with laughter, and there was a powerful and invincible spirit in that voice. Read, "How many years, finally waiting for someone to challenge us!"

The white smoke whistled and turned into war horses like fireworks.

The horses are not big, even short, but they are ferocious. Each horse is covered with heavy armor of thorns and bones, and Mongolian soldiers formed by white smoke on the horses' backs appear in front of them. Bei Yuan The prairie army cap with the left hand scimitar, the right hand bow, and the arrows gathered by the smoke, like the rain, overwhelming, roaring to kill!
Seeing this, Cao Zhen saw an extra formation flag in his hand, and the small formation flag was raised, "Earth Zai formation! Rise!"

The first team entering the valley, like the light spots on the formation, spread out quickly, dismounted and lined up. Under the feet of each of the first team's surprise soldiers, the mounts were blurred, and turned into a series of thick monsters rising from the ground. In the blink of an eye, A series of walls were formed, towering and mighty, like a real city wall, indestructible.

One after another, the arrows poked on the thick wall, and those arrows dispersed into smoke that filled the sky.

Beacon smoke from the four valleys not far away moved in unison, and Beiyuan cavalry also appeared in the other three valleys.

The white ones are the crossbow battalions.

The red one is the Changge Camp.

The cyan color is the bronze and iron armor battalion.

However, two generals came out of the Purple Valley. The first general was only about fifty years old. He had the unique appearance of the Mongolian people in the Northern Yuan Dynasty. His long and narrow eyes bloomed, and his voice rumbled, "Who is coming?"

Cao Zhen reined in, "Cao Zhen was under the command of Cao Mengde, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty! Who are you?"

The general Meng Yuan's voice was chasing, "Genghis Khan Temujin's cowardly Xue Jun Borshu!"

Bor technique?
Cao Zhen laughed and said, "I thought it was a miscellaneous general, but I didn't expect it to be a famous general of the Qi Xue Army."

"Cao has heard for a long time that when Genghis Khan was still a teenager, two of his personal soldiers, Boershu and Jelemie, were the first to follow him to fight in the north and south, and made countless contributions."

"Later, Genghis Khan selected tens of thousands of Qixue troops under the harsh conditions of selecting [-] people from [-] households, and handed over this army to Borshu. Since then, Borshu has stepped onto the stage of history."

"Once upon a time, Genghis Khan personally led an army of 20 to conquer Khwarazmo, and all the famous generals of the Qixue army were exhausted, serving as the backbone force for attacking the city. Xue Jun tried his best to block and kill gods all the way, chasing and killing Mahamo for 9 months, accumulating dozens of fierce battles, marching more than 2000 kilometers, and finally chased Mahamo until he had no way to go to heaven, no way to go to earth, and died of illness on the way to escape."

"After this battle, Xue Xue's army has become famous far and wide. It is really a great fortune to be able to fight the general today."

Bo Ershu reined in his war horse, a rare gentleness appeared on his cold cheeks, it seemed that Cao Shuangshuang's words reminded him of some good feelings he had had.

Bo Ershu looked at Cao Zhen, "The past is not worth mentioning, but if you want to pass my test, I will do my best and will never give you a chance."

Cao Zhendao, "Everyone is a heroic spirit. God loves this world and cannot bear to leave. Now the decisive battle is between life and death. The winner will pass the level, and the loser will fly away. There is nothing wrong with it. Please, general, go all out."

"Since that's the case! Then let the horse come over!"

Borshu raised his hand, and a wolf flag rose into the sky behind him, and thunderous rays of light scattered in the hills. At this moment, Nuoda's four-color cowardly army team seemed to be blessed by the wolf soul, and their eyes became pale. The purple light diffused, and the combat power soared crazily.

In the battle of cavalry, there is not much strategy at all.

Especially in such a flat and wide place.

Hedge, white blade, is the simplest, most effective and most direct way of fighting.

Seeing the flames visible to the naked eye spouting from the nostrils of the fierce horses of the Mengyuan iron cavalry, and the hooves under their feet have been ground to reflect the light. At this moment, the solid cowardly Xue Jun does not have the appearance of a Yin soldier at all, as if it is a reality that appeared in history. Cavalry, strange soldiers screaming, their Xu Rulin, aggressive like fire are the best decorations.

The flag in Cao Zhen's hand was blown against the wind, and it turned into a terrifying three-foot-long. The flag was hunting the tornado, and a big Chinese character "Nuo Da" on it burned.

"Roar--"

"howl!"

The tiger and leopard rider was instantly ignited, and the flames of the flame burned on the tiger and leopard rider.

Cao Zhen looked back at Cao Shuangshuang, "Young master, take care, I followed the master!"

Cao Shuangshuang looked at Cao Zhen's war-like eyes, a little sad, "You are all in a hurry to come out, all you want is a decent way to die, right?"

"Probably." Cao Zhen looked in front of him, "It is the ultimate dream of all of us to die on the battlefield. The world of the regrettable is just a safe haven for the weak. I don't bother to go there. Take care, young master. I believe you will find it." Your own General Cao Zhen!"

"rush!"

Cao Zhen waved the banner, and the burning tiger and leopard cavalry roared down.

At this moment, the flames illuminated the sky, and a series of burning mythical flame cavalry descended from the sky, each soldier holding a flaming spear, mighty and aggressive, aggressing like fire.

"kill!"

With a roar of Borshu, the four cowardly Xue troops turned into black torrents and killed the burning tiger and leopard riding down from above.

The black torrent and the red flames collided together.

The vision was distorted at this moment, and the sound disappeared.

As if in the world battlefield of the deaf-mute, a figure collided crazily.

Cao Shuangshuang stood in the back lonely, looking at the tragic image of each other's fierce battle, a sudden burst of anger sprouted in his heart.

I don't know where this anger comes from.

I don't know who it happened to.

To Baidi?

Is it to Guo Kan?

Or to yourself?
Cao Shuangshuang suddenly understood the answer to a question asked a long time ago.

On that day, the moon was shining brightly, and an immature child stood at the door, looking at the back of a heroic woman bathing in the moonlight not far away.

"Moon God, what is the real meaning of death?"

The woman under the moonlight said with a smile, "There are three levels of death."

"The disappearance of the physical body and soul represents concrete death, but there is still the possibility of resurrection, that is, the mighty one uses his own timeline to resurrect."

"And when others forget you, you are actually dead. At this time, the powerful can't remember you, but you still remember yourself. At this time, you can cultivate yourself into a powerful person and resurrect yourself, such as zombies. .”

"When you forget yourself, you are really dead. At this time, you are really dead. Even if you are still alive, you are just a walking dead."

"Boy, don't live like a walking dead. You must set a goal. Even if the goal is evil and impossible to achieve, you must persist. Only with a goal can you achieve long-term goals!"

"By the way, the goal must not be a concrete living body, such as a person, a god, or something, which is easy to break the heart of the Tao. It is best to be something illusory, such as conquering the world, conquering the universe, and exploring space. , the more insane you are, the longer you live."