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Although due to the rush of time and the fact that there were still many warriors left to guard the tribe, not all the warriors from the Murong Division gathered.

But when tens of thousands of fighters gather together, their power is still astonishing.

These tens of thousands of soldiers were all riding BMWs with mixed blood.

There is a black unicorn growing on the top of the horse's head, and its size is nearly twice as large as that of ordinary horses.

Coupled with the tall Murong people riding on the back of war horses, it gives people a very oppressive feeling.

In comparison, although the chariots lined up across the river were equally eye-catching, their power was less than a star and a half compared to these tens of thousands of horses.

Even the tens of thousands of Murong soldiers on horseback did not put in one's eyes the mere thousands of people on the opposite side.

Among the warriors of their Murong tribe, which one is not a warrior who can fight ligers and tigers with bare hands?

Wanting to fight against their tens of thousands of elite cavalry with a force of only a few thousand people is simply courting death!

I saw a guy who looked like a little leader riding on a war horse and said triumphantly to Murong Huang: "Master Patriarch, a group of remnants and defeated generals, why do you need Master Lao to go out in person? Wait for me to lead the people to charge up, Be sure to chop off their heads and dedicate them to the patriarch!"

"Don't underestimate the enemy!"

But Murong Huang said in a deep voice: "Then Qin Canghai was considered famous in the Central Plains back then. He dared to blatantly turn against the patriarch. He must be relying on it. You need to be careful!"

"Lord Patriarch, don't worry!"

The little leader laughed and said: "A mere group of Central Plains people, the number of which is only a few thousand, how can it be worth tens of thousands of elite cavalry like me?"

With a big wave of his hand, he said to all the soldiers of the Murong tribe: "Clan people, follow me! Take the heads of these Central Plains people and present them to the patriarch!"

"Take the head of the Central Plains and dedicate it to the patriarch!"

"Take the head of the Central Plains and dedicate it to the patriarch!"

"Take the head of the Central Plains and dedicate it to the patriarch!"

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The tens of thousands of Murong tribe warriors on horseback all took out the scimitars unique to the grassland tribes, and let out roars that shook the earth and shook the mountains.

Then, I saw tens of thousands of cavalry, like a rolling flood, rushing towards the thousands of Yandang Mountain soldiers who had already been formed.

I saw that the bodies of these Murong Department soldiers were covered with a layer of fiery red light like flames.

And under the influence of their aura, the eyes of the alien war horses under their crotches turned extremely red.

These war horses all rushed forward like crazy, like bloodthirsty beasts.

In the Central Plains, even a top power like the Tianxiahui, there are not many BMWs that have fused with different bloodlines.

Within the Tianxiahui, only those with sufficient status are eligible to use those exotic BMWs.

And this prairie tribe, who did not know how they were bred, was able to produce tens of thousands of BMWs with heterogeneous blood at once, which is simply shocking!

Tens of thousands of war horses are like a torrent. The members of the Murong tribe on horseback all looked excited, as if they were crazy.

These prairie warriors have fought various wild beasts since they were young, and grew up in the company of blood and death. A born warrior who knows nothing of fear.

Facing this group of monster-like guys, the thousands of Yandang Mountain soldiers on the opposite side were eerily quiet.

In the entire Queyue Formation, apart from the sound of breathing, there was no sound at all.

On the other hand, each soldier had no expression on his face.

There was no tension, no fear, not even excitement.

It seemed that what was rushing towards them was not tens of thousands of cavalry like wolves and tigers, but the air.

These people are the most professional soldiers, and only after experiencing the baptism of countless Deaths can they achieve this kind of prohibition, the Realm where Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face.

Liu Ye watched from the side, and nodded secretly in his heart.

Originally, he was not optimistic that Yandang Mountain could carry more than ten times the cavalry on the opposite side with only a few thousand people.

Although they still have a few Martial Dao Great Masters on their side, as well as a top master like Qin Canghai.

But the Murong tribe, as one of the six tribes in the Mobei grassland, is also not vegetarian.

Whether it is the patriarch Murong Huang, or the other Murong tribe Elders, they all have the strength to rival the Martial Dao Great Master.

But now, looking at these thousands of expressionless soldiers, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in Liu Ye's heart.

Perhaps it is not impossible for these thousands of soldiers to defeat the cavalry on the opposite side, which is ten times their own.

Thousands of soldiers on Yandang Mountain stood still, like a flagpole, until the cavalry on the opposite side rushed within a thousand steps, and suddenly the military adviser Lu Long shouted: "Bowmen, shoot arrows! Great!" Shield hand, cover the chariot! Hammer hand, prepare to kill the enemy!"

Crash!

As soon as Lu Long finished speaking, thousands of soldiers moved at the same time, neatly as if they were the same person.

I saw two thousand crossbowmen holding powerful crossbows and shooting arrows at the same time.

Although there are only two thousand of them, after long-term and rigorous training, they only need a breath of time before they can shoot the next arrow.

For a moment, although there were only 2,000 crossbowmen, the arrows they shot were like raindrops, shooting towards the cavalry on the opposite side.

The bows and crossbows they used were also arrows, and they were not ordinary objects. They were built according to the standard equipment of the Imperial Forest Army of the Western Jin Dynasty.

That was the ace troop of the Western Jin Dynasty. Wherever the Western Jin emperor went, he would follow him to protect his safety.

It is not difficult for these arrows to penetrate the Practitioner's protective energy, let alone these prairie people who only have flesh and blood covered in animal skins.

Although the prairie Practitioner's physical body is strong, it is obviously not comparable to the Practitioner's body protection.

In just a moment, thousands of cavalry had already turned their backs on their backs and fell to the ground.

These prairie warhorses were extremely fast, and they didn't seem to know what fear was. Although thousands of them were shot down in a short while, they still rushed forward fearlessly.

In the blink of an eye, he was already within a hundred steps of everyone in Yandang Mountain.

At this distance, the bows and arrows of the crossbowmen can hardly be used anymore, so the crossbowmen also put away the bows and arrows in their hands one after another, no longer doing useless work.

And those prairie cavalry became excited in an instant.

In just a short while, they had lost thousands of companions, which made this group of guys who thought they were sure to win very depressed.

At this moment, seeing those damned bows and arrows finally disappearing, they roared with excitement.

"Clan people, go!"

"Use the heads of these damned Central Plains people to pay homage to the clansmen who died just now!"

"Leave none, kill me!"

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The eyes of the grassland warriors were all red, like bloodthirsty beasts.

Then at the next moment, they collided with the chariots that had been waiting in full battle and the large shields erected around them.