Shaman from Afar

The billowing black smoke covered the sky.

Somewhere on the grassland of the Big Boyne, a sudden battle is ushering in its end.

The sounds of fighting and roaring are becoming more and more scattered and sparse in the iron riding sounds like drums of war, and only the screams and the dying wailing sounds continue to rise one after another.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a cavalry duel between a centaur and a Boe came to an end with the complete destruction of the hussars. The defeated scattered horsebacks quickly turned the battle into a single Aspects of massacre.

Faced with enemies that are several times, and even dozens of times as turbulent as the tide, even if the Poe Horses are brave and brave, it is only a matter of time.

Some of them were shot by Centaurs and hit the door during the charge, and died under the horse's hoof. Some of them rushed into the enemy line, and before the sword was cut, they were penetrated by countless war spears. After that, only the mount was standing on the battlefield, and the people had disappeared without a trace.

On the battlefield filled with wailing sounds, as the cavalry's defeat led to an escape, the settlement's retreat and camp had become a sea of ​​fire on the prairie; the bloodthirsty centaur samurai were scattered with bones and blood Rushed back and forth on the battlefield, looking for his next prey.

The defeated Boyi horses regrouped on the prairie, using their flesh and blood to block the centaurs' warriors-among the fleeing crowd were their wives, parents, children, even just to protect their loved ones, they It must also come forward.

However, when they turned around, the two-winged Centaur Samurai bypassed the front, and it was not the bloodthirsty Centaur Samurai who greeted them.

It's a whole row of small ballistas that can drag and walk on the grassland.

With the cries of decisive death, the Poi Hach cavalry who left behind for the settlement waved his saber and spear and launched a final charge towards the projected weapon position of the centaur!

In front of the ballista, the indifferent Centaur warrior raised his war spear and slammed it down;

The next second, the terrifying loud noise trembles the whole earth!

The shattering of the body, the sound of the breaking of the weapon, the wailing before death, the dark red of blood spewing ... The roaring and charged Poi Hach cavalry were torn apart and shattered by countless loud noises and smoke.

Once, twice, three times ... in the heavy, relentless roar, two meters long, hardened cast iron heavy crossbow arrows, continuously tearing their flesh and blood to pieces.

War horses, scimitars, spears, iron armor, roaring, **** bravery ... Everything that the Boi people are proud of is like a stone thrown into the sea, silently fell on the battlefield where blood plasma was spilled.

When the roar stopped, there was only a skeleton covered with battlefield.

And the horseback people who fled around also failed to avoid the two wings of the centaur samurai; the **** stimulated centaurs were like wild beasts, screaming and rushing into the fleeing team, wantonly Rushed.

The grassland battlefield between the turbulent winds and rains quickly degenerated from the hunting ground into a slaughterhouse; in the despair and numb eyes, the last remaining horseback people were ravaged.

Along with the last sporadic fighting sounds and supplementary swords, mixed with the screams and wailing of women and children, in just a quarter of an hour, the battle movement stopped abruptly.

On the smoky battlefield, with the last wailing and the corpses of flesh that had been trampled on by countless iron rides, a small and large Poima backed-up settlement disappeared forever in this world.

Nothing was left except the wronged soul and flesh.

And far away on the battlefield, under a flag made of animal skins, the expressionless Chacar is listening to the wailing and screams of excitement and bloodthirsty in his ear, while looking at the rows of ballistas , With strange luster in his eyes.

If the experience he gained in the Battle of Thousand Accounts City are these seemingly insignificant toys.

When there are only one or two of these "toys", it's nothing; but when their number becomes hundreds and thousands, they are concentrated and able to hit hundreds, they can cause any one centaur army to suffer heavy casualties. , Or even frightened by the wind.

The two-footed reinforcements of fifteen thousand people did not even need to cross the river to attack, but they could use them to stop tens of thousands of four-hoofed warriors from the gates of Thousand Account City.

As long as there is enough quantity, as long as there is enough ammunition, it can eliminate all the troops within a hundred steps, and even turn the fighting between the warriors into a cruel game of "throwing balls" with each other.

Is there anything more terrifying than this? !

Chakal is not a ballista, nor a "projectile weapon expert", but he can still vaguely feel that these two-legged men and little dwarfs' "toys" are slowly changing the rules of war for thousands of years. .

Fortunately ... At least in the world right now, the big green sea in front of it is still the world of the four-hoofed warriors; at least for now, their "toys" are not strong enough to really reverse the rules.

Before they are truly strong, the noble four-hoofed people will rule the entire Great Green Sea, and even the world outside the Great Green Sea!

While Chakal was still thinking wildly, a Centaur waving a flag ran from a distance; Chakal looked back, his gaze fixed.

That flag is the flag of the Hankong tribe ... the flag of the four-footed man Khan.

"Salute to you, Lord Chakal!"

Although the words are very humble, this centaur samurai does not mean anything respectful, but slightly stern: "By the order of the great Khan, you Chi Yan Qi immediately began to gather all the people, call the warriors, and you must reach the king within three days. Build up the accounts and wait for them to fall! "

"Why?" Chakar froze at the sudden hearing of this order: "We have just occupied half of the Great Green Sea. The settlement of the two-legged people has not been swept away yet. Isn't it time to go out?"

"This is Khan's order, no reason!"

The Centaur samurai looked arrogant, with a bit of anger on his face: "The leader of the two-legged Varna has assembled a large army, and the oath master has regained the pasture of the Great Green Sea. At present, 100,000 two-legged people have crossed the thousand account city! "

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity--abandoning the Bailang Banner and defeating the Thousand Accounts City, without losing any meritorious general, dare to ask why?"

"Thanks to Chi Yanqi, who was watched by Da Khan, and you Chakal, you are willing to give you the opportunity to lead the army again, and you are not grateful to go to the king's tent and kill Da Khan?"

From beginning to end, Chakalmer, who was spit-faced, said nothing.

As the centaur samurai's voice fell, the guards beside Chakal all showed an angry expression, their faces tensed around him.

Faced with these "unwholesome eyes", the centaur samurai still didn't mean a little concession, but was even more arrogant.

The old Chiyan Qi guards on both sides were not as flesh-and-blooded as the young centaur, but they had secretly held the shooting gun, and several of the ballistas glanced at the side.

It is an unforgivable felony to kill Da Khan's messengers in public; but if he was "carelessly" killed by a fugitive, then no one is to blame.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Please tell Da Khan ... Chi Yan Qi to lead his life."

Taking a deep breath, Chacar, who bit his teeth, said: "But we will not go to the king's tent, but go directly to the battlefield-since Da Khan is willing to give me the power to lead the army, at least please allow us Chi Yan The flag decides how to fight. "

The sudden assembly order made Chacar feel strangely strange-but no matter what Khan wanted to do, as long as he could still keep his ministries, he still had the capital to negotiate.

Returning to the king's tent is to rely on the other party to fall.

The Centaur warrior shook his head proudly, without any concession: "This is the order of the Great Khan ... whatever you want, just go and discuss with the Great Khan."

"You are the messenger of the Great Khan, here represents the will of the Great Khan." Chakal struggled to argue: "Can't even such a 'small request' be accepted?"

"Within three days, wait at the king's account!" The Centaur Samurai repeated: "Otherwise, the Chi Yan Banner is a traitor!"

"It doesn't work in five days. It takes time to gather the people."

"Three days!"

"Four days, this is my last request!"

"Three days!"

"..."

Chakkar silently looked at each other ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The guard behind him was already murderous.

The next second, he bowed his head humbly:

"Chiyan Banner ... Lead your life!"

Hearing this, the Centaur Samurai turned and left.

But he didn't see Chacar's expression mixed with fear and anger, even distorted to the extreme! ...

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