Chapter 602

Wildfire needs a victory, to tell all the tribes of the steppe: he is coming, he will rule here.

Zhong Mushan's ability played a big role in this operation. He splashed ink, exerted all his literary talents, and sent a war letter to his subordinates. The use of the classics is complicated, and the tooth is condescending, to the effect that the world's most precious and virtuous people live there, and the wild fire he assists is a virtuous lord, and the purpose is to take the world.

Even if Jin Wendao loves imperial culture, and Ping Suri also loves dancing and writing, but this time it took a lot of effort to understand the general meaning of the war book.

After the war letter was sent to the Northern Barbarian Division, Nohara Huo personally led the army, gathered troops, and set out to attack the base camp of the Northern Barbarian Division.

This incident attracted the attention of many tribes in the steppe. The various tribes of the Rong tribe are not in harmony either. When they attack the empire, they are naturally in the same boat, but within them, they are also fighting back and forth.

Kim asked questions that had long been gathering the tribes to defend against the attack of the wild fire. From the first day he met him, Kim Wenwen knew in his heart that after Nohara Huo grew stronger, the first target would definitely be himself.

But in this matter, he did not gain much, and there were not many tribes who responded to his call. Xiang Huyan sought help, but he also beat the dog with meat buns, and there was no response at all. Therefore, although Kim Wendao has an advantage in troops, he does not have an absolute advantage.

Winter is coming, and it's getting colder and colder on the steppe. The northwest wind blew, and the grass was rolling, and there was no life in sight, except for the hungry steppe wolves, and nothing could be seen.

Kim asked, shuddering as he walked out of the tent. He looked into the distance, and saw that on the hillside not far away, the enemy army had finished arraying. Six thousand men lined up, and the fierce horses under the warriors were restlessly gouging their hooves. In the middle is a big flag, with a bright fire character written on it.

The two armies had never clashed, and the smell of blood was already strong in the air, and even the wind from the far north could not blow it away.

"The King. Someone brought a weapon to Kim and asked.

An iron gun, this Jin Wenben is also a good hand at using a gun, but he can't remember how many years he hasn't held this gun.

He hung up his sword, took the iron spear, and turned over and stepped onto his black-maned horse. Since Qingniu Mountain, it's not that he hasn't been on the battlefield. Only this time, Pingbai was a little excited in his heart.

In any case, there is always an end to nightmares. Today is either the end or a new beginning. I can't say that after today, I can break free from the sea of corpses and blood.

The north wind hunted, Jin asked, straddled the horse and walked at the front of the team, and behind him, tens of thousands of northern barbarian sons let out bursts of roars.

After all, he is a grassland child, and since the army is pressing, there is no reason to be afraid. It's nothing more than standing up to fight, and at most giving up this life.

The two armies confronted each other, each letting out bursts of roars, and for a while their morale was like a rainbow.

Zhong Mushan appeared in front of the two armies, and it was the first time he participated in this kind of occasion, and he was also a little nervous in his heart. Taking a deep breath, he shouted at the other side: "The king of my family is also a descendant of the grassland, and he can't bear to die on the battlefield with his fellow brothers. We are willing to compete with you one-on-one, and judge success or failure by victory or defeat. ”

In the face of the other party's provocation, the warriors of the Northern Barbarian Department were so angry that they gritted their teeth, and a man with a big stick shouted: "Don't panic, the king, I'll go meet him and take his head." ”

I haven't seen him for many years, and Jin Wendao also wants to see how strong his younger brother is. Not long after returning to the grassland, there was such a big movement.

This man who asked for war is also a good player in the tribe, but he can also take him and try the depth of today's wild fire.

"Okay, you are allowed to fight, Xu Sheng is not allowed to lose, don't fall the prestige of my Northern Barbarian Department. ”

With a horse roar, this man named Red Wolf came out of battle with a big stick. The opponent's commander, Nohara Fire, personally went into battle, with a big sword in his hand and two horses catching the charge.

Each of them is menacing, wrapped in the killing intent in their hearts. In the sight of the two horses facing each other, Nohara raised his sword, and Kim asked and squinted.

For him, Kim asked not to know anything about him. He used to use a scimitar, and his martial arts were not very good. It's just that he didn't know when and where he learned how to use this big knife.

The two horses were wrong, it was just a momentary situation, and the big knife of the wild fire swung down fiercely, and with a crisp click, the human head of the red wolf rolled to the ground, and only a headless corpse was still riding on the horse and galloping.

On the side of the wild fire, there was a roar that shook the sky, and the morale was great. In such a confrontation between the two armies, it is not completely impossible for the general to catch each other and fight each other. The winning side can boost the morale of the enemy and defeat the enemy's morale. Of course, there is no shortage of commanders on the battlefield who are powerless, and they kill the enemy thousands of miles away while talking and laughing.

After the red wolf was beheaded, the Northern Barbarians were silent, and he was also a good player in the tribe, but he didn't even go through a round under the opponent's knife.

Jin Wenwen's expression was indifferent, but his heart was overturned, and only one thought kept repeating: it turned out that he was already like this.

Nohara turned the horse's head back, stabilized his body again, and shouted at the opponent's battle array: "Who is coming?" ”

There is no shortage of sons and daughters who are not afraid of death, and there is no shortage of warriors who feel that they can defeat the enemy. After the death of the red wolf, several people came out in a row to challenge the wild fire. After the red wolf, the wild plain fire lost four people in a row, and the killing machine became more and more vigorous, and if the fire that burned up in the plain, there was no way to extinguish it.

In the end, Nohara Huo's knife pointed at Jin and asked, "You come this time." ”

Kim asked to understand that sooner or later it would be his turn, and there would always be an end to it. He slapped his horse and stood opposite the fire in the field.

Over the years, many things have changed, and so have the two of them. By mistake, Jin Wendao became the king of the Northern Barbarian Tribe, but no one knows what happened behind the fire in the wild plain.

"I'm glad you're alive. Jin asked and sighed: "We are also brothers, and I am not wronged to die under your sword." ”

Jin Wendao and Nohara Huo are indeed brothers, but at the beginning, Jin Wendao would not treat Nohara Huo as brothers, and today, Nohara Huo does not intend to treat Jin Wendao as brothers.

Nohara's eyes were cold, he just raised his knife and said, "You come." ”

When he met this gaze, Kim Wenwen knew that he had been defeated. He was still haunted by the past, when he walked out of the mountain of corpses and blood, but his soul remained in that valley. But Nohara was different, he had chewed away that nightmarish memory into the strongest part of his body. From the moment he walked out of the valley, he knew what he was going to do.

And some things, once decided, can never be changed.

"Come on. ”

Kim asked, looking up to the sky and letting out a long roar, he threw himself into the wilderness fire.

The sons of the prairie do not have any reason to be afraid.