"Report!!"
At this mont, a long report ca from outside the tent.
A burly soldier wearing a beast skin hat with a braid entered the tent, knelt on one knee, and reported, "Report to the Marshal! One of our patrols has been slaughtered, not a single survivor. Now there’s movent from the enemy."
The atmosphere inside the tent imdiately fell silent.
Almost simultaneously, cries of battle, not particularly intimidating, ca faintly from outside.
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A mont earlier!
On the plains, a dozen Mongolian Brave Soldiers swiftly herded the crowd like a whirlwind.
When they saw a group of Black Wind Village Players who blatantly and extrely arrogantly set up a banquet table within the defensive lines of both sides, their eyes turned red, and they rushed over, cursing loudly.
"(Mongolian) You! Move!"
"(Mongolian) Take back! You Song Dog!"
The group of Black Wind Village Players all wore the conspicuous "Black Wind Village" title, had tiger skin bracelets, appeared fierce, and were ard with weapons, sitting around a large table crowded with big n.
One especially burly bald man was viciously munching on beef while squatting on a chair; his eating manner was indeed eye-catching, far from comndable, as he addressed the rushing Mongolian Brave Soldiers, "Brothers, anyone know what these people are yelling about?"
Beside him, a man with broad shoulders and thick back sneered, stood up, and drew his saber, "Brother Tie Niu, these Mongolians are telling us to get lost! They’re also calling us Song Dogs!"
"Such nerve!"
Tie Niu glared, tapped the Ten-foot Red Spear with his foot, gripped it with both hands, and laughed heartily, "The village chief has already given orders; we are to shake the mountain and shock the tiger, test these Mongolian Tartars’ attitude and fire the first shot! Go, kill these bastards!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tie Niu roared and charged at the dozen cavalry rushing in, and instantly, spear shadows filled the sky.
The sound of weapons clashing was as loud as firecrackers.
One cavalryman, upon contact with his long spear, lost his weapon and was pierced through the chest with a single thrust.
Another’s thigh splattered blood, driven back by powerful energy, while another had his left leg bone shattered by the spear butt, screaming as he fell off the horse.
The other eleven Black Wind Village Players howled furiously and charged forward.
Each transford into a Little Muscle Tyrant, using fierce techniques like seizing, saber skill, and body slams to powerfully confront the dozen cavalryn.
Such wild bravery and recklessness have always been in the style of Black Wind Village warriors.
Only a female player mixed in had a vastly different fighting style.
Her movent technique was like lightning, and her longsword flashed like electricity across the horses’ hooves, causing the horses to scream and fall, while her sword swiftly, accurately, and fiercely struck the riders’ Yintang, Ren Zhong, Adam’s apple, Tan Zhong, Dantian, bladder, and other vital points, spattering blood like blossoms in her ruthless assault.
In just a blink of an eye, the dozen Mongolian Brave Soldiers couldn’t even send out an ergency alert, lying dead all over the ground, blood soaking the yellow sand.
At the sa ti, a large group of Black Wind Village Players and Eight Desolate Disciples, who had been idling for a long ti, seed to receive so signal, spreading out like a line of soldiers across the plains, beating weapons and shouting to advance towards the Mongolian Camp.
Such a sudden scene startled many Martial World people who had co from all over the world, causing them to look around helplessly, or join in the shouting with false bravado.
In the sky far away, two large birds circled and flew.
Jiang Dali stood solemnly on the back of Demon Hawk, the cloak behind him flapping in the fierce wind, his calm gaze overseeing the frontline pushing towards the Mongolian Camp.
The current situation was like playing chess.
He had already made the first move, letting the soldiers cross the river, further provoking the enemy’s nerve.
Now, it was ti to see whether the opponent decided to fight or talk...
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