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At dawn, cool dew slid off the weeds, and the moment it dripped, a bugle call sounded.
"Waaah!"
"Enemy soldiers are coming! Get up! Get up!"
The alarm horn broke the silence of the early morning, followed by a hoarse roar.
The early morning of late autumn was already quite cold. The Hu cavalrymen, who had gone to sleep without taking off their military uniforms, were startled awake from their dreams. After a brief moment of surprise, they immediately ran out of their tents.
Memories of yesterday's battle resurfaced in their minds, causing them to panic and turn pale, but they quickly regrouped, awaiting the uncertain death battle to come.
In the central command tent, Cha Yuanzhen stood upright with a cold expression, his nine-foot-tall, robust figure ramrod straight, his hawk-like eyes filled with icy coldness.
To his left and right, three surviving generals stood on either side, clad in armor, holding weapons, with solemn expressions.
Cha Yuanzhen looked at the golden robe hanging on the wooden frame, his gaze gradually softening.
That was the dragon robe he wore when he was preparing to dominate the grasslands and establish the country.
He stepped forward, reaching out to touch the dragon robe, but stopped abruptly halfway through.
He turned around, his gaze deep and resolute, and picked up a long spear from beside the wooden shelf.
With his spear in hand, Cha Yuanzhen stood even straighter. He took a deep breath and then shouted:
"Let's go! Follow me and fight this Prince of Zhenbei to the death!"
The tent flap was lifted, and Cha Yuanzhen led his troops out with imposing strides...
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On the frost-covered wilderness, where the wild grass was trampled by iron hooves, the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and the Beiwei Army, which had already assembled, were moving forward at a leisurely pace.
Their robust bodies have a strong ability to recover, and a few hours of rest are enough to make them feel refreshed.
Behind them, Qin Ze watched the army gradually emerge from the dust, his face showing little expression.
In just one day, he accumulated another 3 million points, so Qin Ze did not hesitate and directly used these points to exchange for a light cavalry unit.
Helmet, armor, halberd, plus the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry template, one lightly armored Tiger and Leopard Cavalryman costs 191 points, and Qin Ze directly exchanged for 15,000 men!
The army's numbers were expanding rapidly, while Qin Ze knew that the number of Hu cavalrymen opposite them had been drastically reduced after yesterday's crushing defeat.
Therefore, he has decided not to delay any longer and to annihilate all of these few Hu cavalrymen today!
Qin Ze looked up at the sky. The sun had not yet fully risen, and the sky was still somewhat gray.
Today is undoubtedly an auspicious day; the day will be the day to wipe out all the barbarian horses from the Beiku Grassland!
"Speed up, charge at full speed, and annihilate them all!" With Qin Ze's command, the sound of hooves grew louder, and the warhorses began to gallop.
In the cool morning air, white breath escaped from the horse's mouth, and its robust body grew increasingly hot. The faces of the soldiers riding it began to flush, and their hands, gripping their weapons, were covered in a fine layer of sweat.
The stench of blood from yesterday's battlefield wafted into their nostrils once more, fueling their burning desire.
Shouts of battle began to come from ahead.
It's Hu Mabing! They've assembled and are surging out like a tide.
Amidst the stampede of ten thousand horses, the heavens and earth seemed to change color. In the final battle, no one dared to hold back, and life and death were no longer so clearly distinguished at this moment.
It was nothing more than a knife, a gun, and an arrow.
Suddenly a gust of wind rose, but the sound of the wind was drowned out by the shouts of battle.
"kill!"
Amidst the shouts, the two forces collided instantly!
The sound of horses' hooves like rain, the shouts like thunder, the boiling blood in their hearts, the burning fighting spirit making their swords and spears even sharper, followed by pillars of blood shooting out.
With longbows drawn, arrows rained down upon the herd of barbarian horses, eliciting screams of agony.
But today's Hu cavalry seemed a little different from yesterday's; even with arrows raining down, they still charged forward fearlessly.
Using their flesh and blood to block the arrows, the rangers quickly closed the distance, their faces contorted with rage, like demons from hell, as they wielded their long, slender sabers with ferocious slashing.
But the warhorse, clad in black armor and blindfolded, charged straight ahead, its cold armor encasing its scorching body, knocking the rangers to the ground.
With each trampling of the iron hooves, heart-wrenching screams of agony followed.
The screams of agony quickly ceased, for his chest had been crushed and his head pierced by a spear.
Red and white substances splattered out, landing on the warhorses and the armor of the heavy cavalry. The smell, which should have been nauseating, only drove people to madness.
His bloodshot eyes held little emotion, only the desire to take the enemy's head.
Cha Yuanzhen, his face flushed and veins bulging on his neck, wielded a long spear. With a sudden sweep, he knocked one of the Tiger and Leopard riders off his horse.
The force of the shot was so great that the Tiger and Leopard Cavalryman even collided with a soldier behind him when he fell.
Before he could stand up, Cha Yuanzhen had already thrust out with his spear.
With a "thud," Cha Yuanzhen pulled out the spear that was stuck in the neck of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalryman. The spurting blood stained the tip of the spear red. He looked around, but all that remained in his eyes was sorrow.
His own troops were routed in a single blow; after only a short time of fighting, many had already been killed or wounded.
He let out a long, loud cry:
"Let's start killing!"
"Even if you die, take as many people as you can with you!"
At that moment, a cold shout rang out: "Cha Yuanzhen!"
Upon hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Cha Yuanzhen couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.
A hundred meters away, Qin Ze, dressed in armor and wielding the Breaking Formation Halberd, appeared in his sight.
The moment Cha Yuanzhen saw Qin Ze, his eyes turned bloodshot, and his chest heaved with boundless rage.
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