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The sky and earth were desolate, and the night was deep.

On the hillside, a young man in black looked into the distance, and behind him were five thousand white wolf cavalrymen ready to go.

When attacking the Northern Barbarians’ ancestral Dragon City, the evil army composed of magic cube puppets suffered a lot of losses, and the number once dropped to less than two thousand. However, as the Northern Barbarian nobles in the city were slaughtered and the Dragon City was burned down, the number of evil army rose instead.

The huge number of ice wolf packs has been dispersed. In the initial stage, the direct wolf pack led by Lao Hei had only thousands of heads. Later, it expanded all the way and eventually formed an unprecedented scale. However, when the wolf pack left the Arctic ice field, Lao Hei lost the most critical guiding position. The wolf pack suffered casualties when attacking the ancestral Dragon City, and ended up falling apart.

Only the current five thousand are willing to continue to follow.

And the premise is that Lao Hei must meet the survival needs of this alien wolf pack and provide sufficient flesh and blood or white ore.

The night is silent.

Wuhe on the shoulder opened his eyes.

"Boss, the king's tent and the 26 captains have been locked."

Jiang He nodded. The barbarian camp stretched for dozens of miles in his sight. They were behind the enemy.

"Your bird army is responsible for setting fire and commanding."

"Understood."

A giant snake nearly 50 meters long approached from a distance, with blood on its tail. Zhuang Ya used her thermal imaging vision to deal with the nearby sentinels and shrunk back to someone's neck.

Jiang He held up his silver spear.

Old Hei took a step.

The white wolves stood up one after another, carrying the puppets forward.

The evil army rushed down the hillside, with hundreds of birds leading the way in the sky.

On the wooden wall of the Northern Barbarian camp, the soldiers saw the snow-white torrent sweeping in, and immediately ignited the fire beside them, with thick smoke and fierce light rising.

"Enemy attack!"

"The cavalry is coming!"

Jiang He took the lead, handed out the silver spear, and 12 bloody wolf shadows blasted and broke through the wooden wall of the camp in front of them.

A large number of white wolf cavalrymen poured into the military camp, divided into five groups to start strangling, crows set fire everywhere, and soon the sky was full of flames.

Even in the middle of the night, there were still several cavalrymen in the North Barbarians who remained alert to prevent the Anbei Army from attacking.

Three thousand cavalrymen came forward, and the leading Tantric Dharma Protector held a large pestle and was extremely brave.

The two armies collided.

Jiang He broke the large pestle with a spear, and the cold spear tip shattered the armor and upper body of the Tantric Dharma Protector.

The passive dawn and soldier soul of the spear provided 20% true damage and 30% soul damage respectively. Under the Grandmaster, no one except Long Cheng could take his ordinary shot.

The Tantric Dharma Protector died instantly.

Jiang He waved his spear several times in a row, and the second dragon crossing was released repeatedly. More than a dozen dragon phantoms opened the way, killing hundreds of people in an instant.

The three of people, horses and armor were all broken.

He ran rampant all the way, leaving corpses everywhere.

The White Wolf Cavalrymen behind him waved their swords and handed over their guns, slaughtering the nearly collapsed enemy army.

In front of the king's tent, five shamans all had top-grade cultivation, and at the same time they shaped Taoist soldiers. With the help of the almost inexhaustible blood evil at this moment, they set up a large formation of thirty-five Taoist soldiers.

Facing the warriors, the Qigong practitioners with sufficient military support are the biggest opponents.

Jiang He stretched out his arms, and combined three spear skills to suppress the dragon city.

A huge double-headed dragon spear emerged.

The giant spear flew and burst, indestructible, and directly killed more than a dozen Taoist soldiers and overturned the king's tent in front.

Lao Hei did not slow down and ran forward.

In an instant, Jiang He handed out five spears to destroy the city.

The slender needle-like spear light broke through the night, penetrated the huge body of the Taoist soldiers, and killed the five shamans.

A Tantric guardian with great external skills fell from the sky, his hands were like lion heads, showing his hideousness.

But in the next moment, the shadow of the dragon rose from the ground, hit the enemy's chest, and passed through it, corroding it to the point that only blood remained.

Outside the king's tent, two thousand warriors were wearing armor and holding swords. Everyone had some basic hard skills. Facing the unstoppable White Wolf Cavalry, they showed no fear on their faces and were not afraid of death.

Jiang He stretched out his blood wings behind him, striking the air and vibrating violently. Three thousand six hundred iron feathers burst out, all of which contained horrible corrosion and blood poison.

The iron feathers easily penetrated the armor, corroded the body with hard skills, injected fierce poison, and annihilated life.

In one volley, thousands of warriors were poisoned to death.

Jiang He rushed past the corpses on the ground, and then killed four masters with four shots, aiming directly at the Great Khan who was riding away not far away.

No matter how they turned, no matter how many masters protected them with their lives, the White Wolf Cavalry was defeated one by one.

Wuhe stopped setting fire and focused on the Great Khan to prevent him from escaping in the chaos.

Jiang He waved his hand, and the magic cube No. 1 beside him handed him the iron spear. He raised it over his shoulder and threw it with all his strength.

A strong wind surged.

A spear that was stronger than a giant crossbow pierced through the air, piercing through the two masters who protected the emperor with their bodies, and nailed the Great Chanyu to the ground.

Lao Hei rushed over, and Jiang He lifted up the other's head and raised it to show the public. A few hundred steps ahead, the 3,000 iron cavalry that had just assembled instantly collapsed. The captain of the personal guard led dozens of iron cavalry forward and was destroyed in an instant.

No mistakes, one sentence, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

The war was raging, and there were screams and wails everywhere.

The king's tent fell, and the impact quickly spread to the whole camp.

Jiang He broke through the enemy again and again, killed the captain of the ten thousand, and drank the blood of the master.

After more than a dozen times, the Northern Barbarians completely lost their ability to organize.

But their own side rushed forward, and the casualties were equally bleak.

Wuhe landed on his shoulder and said a number briefly: "Two thousand three."

Nearly half of the five thousand White Wolf Riders died in the battle.

"Continue, Wuhe will guide Duchang." Jiang He said.

"Understood."

Lao Hei felt sorry for the loss of the white wolf, but he continued to lead the charge. If the wolf pack had not been bloodthirsty and crazy, the collapse after the capture of Longcheng might have happened again.

The fierce battle lasted for several hours.

After the organization collapsed, it was a one-sided slaughter.

The battlefield expanded from the military camp to the surrounding grasslands. Most of the puppets' knives had been bent and their spears were broken.

Jiang He looked back at the ink-colored Great Wall. Even at this point, the Anbei Governor's Office was still standing still. No wonder the former General Chen had a different mind.

…

The sky gradually brightened.

The northern barbarian military camp had been destroyed, and the tribes fled in all directions. Corpses could be seen everywhere within a radius of dozens of miles, and pools of blood were scattered everywhere. Many vultures came to have a full meal, but were recruited by the mob of birds.

There were only two thousand white wolf cavalrymen left, and Du Chang brought three hundred cavalrymen to join them.

Jiang He glanced at the executive officer's exclusive store. Although he defeated the main force of the Northern Barbarians, the number of kills of the evil army and himself was only 80,000, and more than half of them were Yi people's vassal army. Yi people were not equipped with horses, so they became the main target of hunting in the later period. They fell one by one.

Lao He shook his body and threw out the blood like ink.

"It's great, boss." Wuhe laughed loudly, hoping that the world would not be in chaos.

Zhuang Ya yawned, and suddenly stretched his head to touch someone's cheek.

Jiang He looked in the direction indicated by the other party, and General Hao led dozens of cavalry to rush over.

The sturdy man looked around enviously and said, "The prince asked me to pass on a message. Now that the marquis is the deputy governor, what are your plans next?"

"I just want to be the governor of the city and the dispatcher of the northern city." Jiang He said that the main task has been completed and he is about to end his world travel. Without him, it is okay to keep the territory of a city, but it is a bit difficult to continue to expand. The next time he comes, it is likely to be a battle for hegemony in troubled times.

General Hao did not expect the other party to be so easy to talk to. To put it bluntly, the governor's office is half of the vassal town. With the other party's current prestige, it can even threaten the prince's position.

"The marquis is noble, Hao admires it."

Jiang He waved his hand to say goodbye. He still has a lot of gains to deal with.