Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

Yes!

I am the head of the Karasuma tribe!

I am a descendant of Changshengtian!It's a prairie wolf!

Wolf!

Never timid!

attack!

Live or die!

Wu Yan's eyes became brighter and brighter, emitting green light like a wolf, very scary.

"The Great Priest..."

Wu Yan held the knife tightly, thinking that the foundation of You Beiping was a battle of blood and fire for the ancestors, and today, it is finally his turn!

Tu Shi raised his withered hand and stroked Wu Yan's forehead, it was the blessing of Changshengtian.

"Go! A male wolf is not a hero, but a pack of wolves is invincible! The five thousand Karasumas are waiting for your call!"

"Ok?"

"Those who die are heroes, and those who survive must continue to fight!"

Suddenly, as if until Wu Yan wanted to say something, five thousand cavalry was already the most powerful force that their tribe could use.

"Please ask the high priest in the city! Be careful of those scumbags! Kill them directly when necessary!"

Wu Yan gave Tu Shi a cold warning, until Tu Shi nodded in agreement, he suddenly turned around, grabbed the knife and rushed out.

"Come on! Meet the enemy!"

With a roar, the entire Hanlu Palace seemed to be boiled in an instant like calm cold water.

coax……

Wu Yan wore a golden crown on his head, a jet-black purple-gold robe, bright armor to protect his limbs, and a heart guard hanging on his chest. He turned over and stepped on his BMW, holding a machete, bow and arrow on his back, and led his own soldiers into the barracks .

5000 people!

The crowd of people in the dark are watching him silently!Wu Yan saw hatred on their faces.

Ignoring the rapid sound of war drums outside the city, Wu Yan carefully looked at each clansman, seeing the familiar figure yesterday replaced by immature cheeks today, Wu Yan felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

Bones are dead!

His son was riding on a tall horse, standing in front of Wuyan.

"Small bones..."

Wu Yan didn't want Tu Gu's family to have no descendants, so he wanted Tu Gu's son to withdraw from this battle.

"My lord, I want revenge!"

Xiao Gu frantically waved the scimitar, his eyes of hatred were burning with fierce flames.

"you……"

Wu Yan looked at the small bone, which was obviously one size smaller than the protruding bone, and at the resolute face and generous chest of the other party, unknowingly, the next generation had grown up.

"Good! Good!"

Wu Yan stared at the little bone emotionally, and said: "This is the descendant of the prairie wolf! Come here! Give me armor! How can Haoerlang be without armor!"

"Thank you king!"

Little Bones jumped off the horse, prostrated himself on the ground, and thanked Wu Yan for his reward.

Wu Yan personally stepped forward, put on the armor for the little bone, and then returned to the high platform.

"Boys..."

……

Inside the city, Wu Yan was making the final mobilization for the war, while outside the city, Zhang Fei led a thousand cavalrymen arrogantly shouting at the Black City.

"Hey, Wuyan dog thief came out to lead him to death!"

"Hey! Your grandpa Zhang Fei is here, hurry up and die!"

"The generation who inserts the label and sells the first! Cowardly as a mouse, if you don't fight now, when will you wait!"

"Shrinking turtle~~"

Zhang Fei's loud curse became more and more vigorous, looking at the Karasuma man on the top of the wall who was about to move, Zhang Fei licked his lips and cursed even more happily.

"Dog thief! Zhang Yide from Yan is here, hurry up and lead him to death!"

"General, this Karasuma man has turned into a turtle with a shrunken head, and he dare not go out of the city to fight!"

"That's right, how can General Huwei be something these barbarians can bear!"

"Hahaha...a cowardly rat..."

Driven by Zhang Fei, all the soldiers under his command scolded one after another, only to hear that the city was full of anger and shot arrows one after another.

"Han dog! Han dog..."

Standing on the top of the wall, Karasuma also yelled at Zhang Fei and the others.

pity……

Neither side could understand what the other was cursing, but occasionally someone who understood would not be in the mood to tell their companions.

But... this time you hinder the hatred between the two sides. Even if you don't understand, the two sides are still fighting each other with cursing and cursing.

The art of swearing seems to know no boundaries!Ning Rong stood behind and muttered to himself.

……

"Come on, bring the wine!"

Zhang Fei cursed a little thirsty, turned around and yelled at the lieutenant beside him.

liqueur?