"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The drumbeats grew louder and louder, the booming sound like thunder falling in the dim sky, each sound reaching the ears and shaking the soul!
The drumbeats grew faster and faster, like thunder and lightning, a muffled sound carrying a long-suppressed power that seemed about to explode!
At this moment, everyone, whether they were from the Xijing resistance army or the Tuyuan army, pricked up their ears and heard the continuous drumbeats.
The resounding drumbeats echoed through the sky, powerful and majestic, like ten thousand horses galloping or spring thunder rolling. This overwhelming momentum made people wonder if it was heavenly soldiers descending to earth, otherwise how could there be such momentum!
The battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment.
The giant raised his head and looked at the dark horizon.
Zhang Ye also raised his head, gazing into the distance through the flames of war.
The winter wind was blowing fiercely, and as it howled, a cloud of dust rose from the horizon. Amidst the flying sand, a dark line appeared from afar.
A magnificent horse, its hooves swift and powerful, gallops across the winter sun, displaying immense strength, its powerful hooves making a "clattering" sound.
The sound of drums was mixed with the sound of horses' hooves, a dense sound like a storm!
After the sound of horses' hooves came the roar of human voices, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.
The sounds of drums, horses' hooves, and human voices mingled together, like a magnificent symphony playing on this blood-soaked battlefield.
And in this movement, there is only one note!
That was the Mongol cavalry shouting in unison: "Kill!"
The Mongol cavalry, swift as the wind and as heavy as a sudden rain, were galloping towards them!
In the blood-stained sunset, this torrent of steel, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, arrived with a murderous aura about to burst forth and boundless killing intent!
The drumbeats ceased, and the horses' hooves galloped on.
A loud shout came from afar, the sound was loud and resounding!
"People of Xijing, leave immediately!!!"
"Here! We'll take over the battlefield!!!"
Along with the sound, the crimson banners fluttering among the army burned like raging fire in the dim sky, seemingly about to incinerate the oppressive darkness!
The moment the voice fell, Zhang Ye saw the Crimson Flame Banner's pupils contract rapidly.
That crimson banner had been flying since his childhood; wherever it was, peace reigned throughout the land!
This flag disappeared for two years, and he waited for two years.
Now, on this day, it has finally risen again!
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Ye raised his knife, turned around, took a deep breath, and roared:
"Retreat! The Prince of Zhenbei is here!"
Zhang Ye had countless questions in his mind. The Northern Liang army had not yet left the border, so how could they have come?
Despite the many doubts in his heart, the thunderous sound, the tremors on the ground, and the fluttering banner were all very impressive.
They were all genuinely telling him about the person he believed in.
Qin Ze! He's leading the Northern Liang army to the battlefield!
If you could only use four words to describe Zhang Ye's feelings at this moment.
That was—divine soldiers descending from the heavens!
The Tiger General of yesteryear has passed away, but now, there is the Northern Liang King of Zhenbei!
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