At the summit, fierce winds howl, like a knife cut.

  Xu Haifeng stood with his hands behind him, standing on the outside of the platform. His eyes were cast downward, but he had a proud and majestic air that looked down on the crowd.

  Lizhi sat with his knees bent, his hands lightly and unfeelingly tapping the stone in front of him, but this extremely strange sound seemed to be produced by some mysterious power that had a strange rhythm, making people feel that every strike was hitting the thin gap between life and death.

  Xu Haifeng took a slow step forward, and the air around his body seemed to be ignited by a fuse at that moment, bursting open with a loud bang. He stretched out his right hand, which was filled with some kind of magical power, and the chaotic airflow was all drawn in, swirling around his palm.

  Lizhi's face was solemn, his drumming rhythm became faster and faster, but the sound was even lower, with a kind of extreme depression and melancholy.

  His eyebrows rose, and the airflow in Xu Haifeng's hand fluctuated slightly, which was chaotic with Lizhi's rhythm. He calmed down, sank his mind into it, and could no longer feel any external changes.

  Lizhi's eyes slowly closed, his movements suddenly extremely slow, if the previous was a magnificent and majestic scene of galloping horses, then now it is an old ox pulling a cart with fatigue and laziness.

  However, the more this was the case, the more solemn Xǔ Hǎifēng's expression became. His hand slowly extended, as if it were carrying a weight of a thousand catties, inch by inch. Two invisible streams of true energy and spiritual power contended in mid-air for that confused and bound flow of mighty natural power.

  The shouting and killing voices from the mountain, the drumming sounds, grew louder and louder, but they were undistracted, deaf to the ears, because their essence, energy, and spirit had all converged on this small inch of land. They stood there, frozen in time, neither hurried nor impatient, without joy or worry, as if they could last forever.

  The sky was filled with swirling sand and dust, the sound of drums and horns never-ending in my ears. The tall figure of Bao Erku emerged slowly from the thick fog, he had arrived leading his troops.

  Tens of thousands of Golden Wolf Army emerged from the dusty fog, lining up on the south side of the Northern Great Camp. The troops, who had traveled a long distance, quickly regained their formation.

  Right in front of the northern side, tens of thousands of well-trained war horses stepped neatly on the grass and slowly moved forward like a clear stream flowing slowly to the front. The flying horse army also started to move, with 50,000 Huns elite troops riding their horses one after another, waiting for the Khan's order.

  Although the Xiongnu had not yet launched a formal attack, that powerful and unmatched momentum had already enveloped the entire battlefield.

  Modu looked at the mighty military presence before him, and the heroic spirit in his heart grew stronger. He raised his head and laughed loudly: "With such a powerful army, who can stop me from conquering the world?"

  Tu Erhong's eyes had the same pride and confidence, he responded loudly: "The heavenly might of the Khan, will sweep across **, and conquer all under heaven."

  "Not bad, I will make the whole world a pasture for our Xiongnu to graze." Modu was majestic and heroic, he raised the horse whip in his hand, ready to strike heavily.

  As soon as he swung this whip, the tens of thousands of Huns' elite would simultaneously throw themselves into battle, giving the Northern Great Camp the greatest impact. Only in the next moment, this whip could no longer be swung again.

  "Dad, look..." Agula's eyes suddenly widened and he shouted loudly.

  "Heavens, did I see that wrongly? Would the Fang family's people actually abandon their own camp and flee?" Nanyi Lian muttered to herself.

  It's not just him who doesn't believe it, but everyone on the battlefield can't believe that Fang's son, renowned for his loyalty and righteousness, would abandon his soldiers who are still fighting hard and escape alone.

  The western gate of the Northern Great Camp was wide open, and countless cavalrymen poured out from this gap. The Qiang warriors at the forefront were caught off guard and were instantly opened up a gap by them.

  A giant banner fluttered in the midst of this team, representing Fang Lingchen and the Red Ocean team's banner had already left the Northern Great Camp.

  Since the establishment of the Northern Camp, this magnificent banner has left the Northern Camp only three times in hundreds of years.

  Two hundred years ago, the southwestern barbarians rebelled and caused chaos. Within a month, more than half of the sixteen counties in the southwest fell. The Northern Great Camp received an imperial edict to march south and quell the rebellion. The red ocean-like great banner pointed forward, iron cavalry galloped horizontally, wherever they went, they conquered. In just two short months, a rebellion that could have overturned the foundation of the Great Han Dynasty was extinguished. It was because of this incident that the Great Han Dynasty expanded its military for the first time. From then on, in the west, the Han Empire had the Tianying Army Corps and the Western Great Camp.

  Forty years ago, Dong Zirui led the 19th Route Army to defeat the Xiongnu army. However, at that time, the Xiongnu people occupied six counties and refused to retreat. The previous emperor issued a decree, and the red ocean set out on an expedition again. After half a year, when the last county in the north returned to its hometown, the only male survivor of the Fang family also died in battle, wrapped in horsehide.

  The second departure brought brilliant achievements and dazzling honors.

  However, today, the great banner that represents the strongest army of the Great Han has left the Northern Camp. It left the Northern Camp when it was under the powerful siege of the grassland nation and when its own soldiers were fighting to the death.

  This fact left everyone speechless and stunned.

  "Is that the great red flag of the Red Ocean?" Mòduōn asked hesitantly.

  Tu Erhong's mouth was wide open, and in his eyes there was a thread of anger that could burn everything: "Fang Lichen, is this your true face?"

  He and Fang Lingchen had been entangled in the north for many years, with countless battles and mutual victories and defeats. Although they didn't say it out loud, in their hearts, they had a deep respect for each other. However, Fang Lingchen's move was like a slap in the face to him. As soon as he thought that he had been confronting such a despicable person for so many years, Tuer Hong felt an urge to vomit blood.

  "Protect His Highness the Crown Prince..." A sharp shout came from within the ranks.

  "Yes!" all the soldiers responded loudly.

  Kua Baiying was taken aback, and Kangji beside him exclaimed: "Elder Eagle, didn't that prince die?"

  It seemed to have heard the most hateful thing in the world, and suddenly, the eagle's eyes widened, his originally calm face turned pale, with only a hint of redness left, replaced by an eerie pallor.

  Noticing his change, Kangji muttered: "Eagle brother, are...are you okay?"

  Kou Batian's face turned from white to green, and he gritted his teeth: "Good one, Directional Whistle, good one, Xu Haifeng."

  Kang Ji suddenly understood what he meant, and exclaimed: "Was that person fake from the beginning?"

  "If not, how could Fang Chenzi abandon his camp and flee? Hmph, doesn't he care about the reputation of the Fang family that has been built up over hundreds of years?" Fang Bao's icy voice was filled with an unprecedented intense killing intent: "Sound the horn, ask the Single General to issue an order to intercept, I want to personally behead Liu Zhengqi."

  "Dong... dong... " The loud bugle sound came, and the Flying Horse Corps troops moved first.

  "Alright, men!" Brajraj shouted loudly, his internal energy extremely strong, his voice carrying far and wide, heard by the over ten thousand knights.

  Kua Bai's eyes gleamed with self-satisfaction as he was about to give the order, when suddenly a loud explosion sounded "Boom!" and another unexpected change occurred in the arena.

  The surrounding erected part of the fence suddenly fell down at the same time, countless horses rushed out, they immediately dispersed as soon as they left the fence, in groups of about a hundred people, fleeing in all directions.

  "This is how... not good, Liu Zhengqi wants to escape." Kang Ji Ling's mind moved and he immediately thought of the reason why. Liu Zhengqi was going to use his old trick again, using Fang Lingchen as bait to lure away the enemy, while he himself took advantage of the chaos to escape.

  He turned his head and saw that Bao Kuaiying was frowning tightly, and he couldn't help but shout: "Brother Ying, let's hurry up and intercept them!"

  Kua Baiyue gritted his teeth and said, "Follow me, men!" With that, he led the charge towards Fang Lianchen's troops.

  He galloped up behind Kangji, bewildered, and asked: "Brother Ying, why are you still chasing after Fang Lingchen?"

  Kua Pei did not turn his head back and shouted on the horse: "The real is false, the false is true, Liu Zhengqi may not be able to give up the Northern Legion."

  "Not good......" : Tuer Hong gazed out for half a moment, then suddenly pointed in the direction of Kua Baoyu and shouted.

  Modun fought on the battlefield for dozens of years, how rich his experience was. With his hint, I took a closer look and immediately understood the reason.

  "How come there are so few Golden Wolf Troops?" A faint hint of doubt appeared on Modun's face.

  The Golden Wolf Army has always been the trump card of the Huns' kings throughout history, with every warrior being a seasoned and valiant fighter. That's why only 100,000-strong Golden Wolf Army can become the world's number one top-notch force.

  This time, when he raided the capital, Hami took away 90,000, but as soon as he entered the capital, he handed over the command of these 90,000 Golden Wolf Army to Kuo Pu-yen.

  The 90,000-strong army under his command rushed to this place overnight. However, at this time, the Xiongnu people who came out of the sand and dust were not as many as 90,000, and having 30,000 people was already the limit.

  After the withdrawal of the eagle, it was still a big dust storm, as if there were thousands of troops hidden in it. However, after the troops that Huabu Eagle had deployed outside to pursue and attack all appeared, no one else came out from the dusty place again.

  Modu and Tuerhong exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt and worry in each other's eyes.

  With a loud slap on the table, he shouted: "What is this eagle doing?!"

  Where did the 60,000 Golden Wolf Army go? Was it swallowed up by the endless rolling sand and dust? Without these 60,000 Golden Wolf Army, can we still intercept the breakout of the Northern Great Camp with our current forces?

  Modu had no grasp, Tuer Hong had no grasp, and Baoju was even more without any grasp.

  PS: Lost the magic blood? I don't remember saying that sentence at any time, if not, then how can it be lost? Did you see it wrong, friend.

  As for the Black Flag Army, there is another way to supplement it, although it may not be possible in a short period of time. However, that would be a method that can continue indefinitely. As for what it is, I cannot say.

  Last week was a strong push, with less than 10:1, I have nothing to say, but this week is still the same... I know it's because my new chapter updates are too slow, but think about it, friends, I signed a contract at 600,000 words, dare I not listen to Editor Da's orders?

  In addition, "Jianghu First Master" author Tian Yuhan has started a new book "The Devil King Returns", although the number of words is less, but please go and support it.

  The Jianghu is one of my favorite martial arts novels...

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