Chapter 253 How Daring! (3)
When Lu Yi's luck turned into a green umbrella about the size of an acre, the reviving spiritual energy of the heaven and earth of Jishengtian was like a thin piece of water, and Lu Yi's luck umbrella was like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashing into it fiercely.
Circles of ripples quietly spread between the heaven and earth, and spread throughout the world in an instant.
Qi traction.
Fate is involved.
Blood connected.
To the north of Dayin Beijie City is Beiming Prefecture.
There are many grasslands, lakes, forests, rivers, etc. The land is vast and rich in resources. The princes appointed by Dayin rule over fiefdoms of varying sizes by relying on the cities built for them by Dayin.
In their fiefdoms, countless nomadic tribes, large and small, migrated around the princes' powerful cities, chasing water and grass.
Conflicts often occurred between these tribes over water, grass and pastures.
No one cares about small conflicts. Every year, among small and medium-sized tribes, there will be thousands of casualties just because of fighting for pastures.
However, once a large-scale conflict occurs and once there are enough casualties, those princes who have been huddled in their strong cities like evil dragons hiding in their lairs will lead their armies out of their lairs, summon their tribal people, and launch large-scale battles involving hundreds of thousands or even millions of people.
Crossing this fertile land full of vitality, and heading north for hundreds of thousands of miles, crossing the turbulent and ferocious "White Mang River", you will reach Dazhou in the far north.
This is a vast territory of complete chaos and disorder.
Tribes large and small, like a group of ferocious beasts, struggle to survive in this land with cruel climate and harsh environment.
Here, there are no rules and regulations, no ethics and laws, and even... there is no such thing as "civilization".
Tribes , big and small , slaughtered and devoured each other. Fists represented truth and blades represented justice. From time to time, a super tribe that dominated a region would appear like a meteor across the sky, rising, becoming strong, and bullying others, and then collapse in just a few decades.
One hundred years ago, the Blue Wolf flag rose, and the powerful Blue Wolf clan used knives and swords, blood and fire to kill the major tribes in the far north of Dazhou and made them terrified, becoming the clan leader respected by all tribes.
Thirty years ago, the Black Deer Flag fluttered out from the poor mountains and bad waters. The Black Deer Clan, which was more barbaric and brutal than the Blue Wolf Clan , brought together tribes of all sizes and launched a frenzied provocation against the ruling position of the Blue Wolf Flag.
The war between Blue Wolf and Black Deer lasted for eight years.
Over a period of eight years, all the tribes, large and small, in the far north of Dazhou were drawn into the frenzy of war, whether they wanted to or not.
In just eight years, almost all the elderly people in the tribes of Dazhou in the far north died, and the number of young and strong men and women decreased by 50%.
After eight years, the exhausted Blue Wolf and Black Deer no longer had the strength to fight. The leaders of the two major clans were forced to sit together, drink blood wine, and swear to the sky to form a brotherhood.
The previous emperor of Dayin.
Yinyuan's father.
The Tianqi Emperor Yinhe (he, fierce fire), who had great ambitions and strategies and tried hard to revitalize Dayin, commanded the Yulin cavalry that he had spent decades to carefully build, and mobilized a large number of elite imperial guards, and took a group of his most trusted generals to point his sword to the north.
Once upon a time, Dayin was in decline, and the last military city of the Four Great Continents was conquered amid the clamor of the tribes in Dazhou in the far north.
That year, Yinzhen swore an oath to his army. He swore to the heavens, the earth and his ancestors that he would take back the military cities that had fallen that year one by one and let the will of Dayin cover the four corners of the world again.
He raised an army and marched day and night all the way to Dazhou in the far north.
Following the main road leading directly to the north, the emperor's huge army spent a full two years and finally crossed the Baimang River and arrived at Dazhou in the far north.
The Blue Wolf and the Black Deer, who were still licking their wounds, were horrified and formed a brotherly alliance to fight against the emperor's army.
Yinzhen personally went to the front line, shouting for a fierce battle, and commanded the high-spirited army. He defeated the Blue Wolf and Black Deer coalition forces in 18 battles in a row, causing rivers of blood to flow in the grasslands of Dazhou in the far north. Countless tribal leaders knelt in front of the emperor's warhorse and cried and swore to return to the banner of Dayin.
The nineteenth battle.
In the northern border of Far North Dazhou, beside the nearly permanently sealed giant lake "White Sea"...
The Emperor's Army, which had an absolute advantage, had its food supply cut off and was surrounded on all sides by unknown powerful forces. After three months of bloody fighting, the Army finally collapsed, and not a single soldier escaped.
In the city of Haojing, the autumn scenery is still bright. Countless scholars and literati climb up to enjoy the scenery, appreciate the red leaves, chrysanthemums, and beauties, and even recite poems and appreciate the new collection of poems by the "Poet Saint" Tianyang Gong Lu Yi.
In the far north of Dazhou, the roads were blocked by heavy snow and the snow was three feet deep on the ground.
From time to time, the cold current from the Far North Sea would roll up white snowstorms, blow across the earth, and bring equal death to all living beings.
Except for the strongest and most fearless warriors, and the most ferocious and hungry beasts, no other creatures would go out in such horrible weather and risk being killed by the blizzard at any time.
A team of nearly a hundred cavalrymen were struggling southward in the snow.
All the way south.
In front of us is the Baimang River, which is hundreds of miles wide and has been frozen by thick ice. However, through the thick ice, the sound of rushing water under the ice can still be heard.
Behind the small cavalry team, a huge cavalry force of tens of thousands of people, carrying a blue wolf flag, was hysterically whipping the war horses that they loved as their life, and madly chasing the small team in front.
In the fleeing team in front, the leader, a man with pale hair and beard, a burly figure, and sharp eyes, suddenly staggered. A hungry and skinny one-horned yak under him let out a mournful cry, fell heavily to the ground, and kept spitting blood from its mouth.
The man rolled to the ground, and silently approached the neck of the yak, which had exhausted the last bit of its strength. He pulled out a dagger sharpened from black flint, cut the yak's artery, and swallowed big gulps of hot blood.
The fleeing team stopped, and several mounts could not bear the torture and fell to the ground, shaking.
A group of people jumped off their horses, cut open the necks of their mounts without a word, and shared the hot blood gushing out of the arteries.
Some people even cut a few slices of tender meat from their mounts while their bodies were still warm and ate them raw in big mouthfuls.
They eat raw meat and drink blood like wild beasts.
The sound of horses' hooves behind him sounded like thunder, and the chasing team was getting closer and closer.
In the wind and snow, you can already see the swaying green wolf flags.
“Blue Wolf!” The man who fell off his mount first raised his head abruptly, a terrifying smile on his blood-stained face: “I will make you exterminate your race!”
A burly man, nearly a meter tall, wrapped in several tattered old sheepskins with large areas of skin exposed, holding an iron spear, dropped his mount, which was no longer able to run, and strode towards the pursuers.
He ran forward with big strides, shouting, "Go! Cross the river!"
"After crossing the Baimang River, you will reach the territory of the princes of Beimingzhou. If the people of Qinglang and Heilu dare to cross the border, it will be a fight to the death."
"Cross the river, cross the river, once you cross the river, there is still hope!"
"Today, I, Lu Xiu, will die here!"
The burly man let out a long howl, and his howl was so tragic, like a lone wolf that had been mortally wounded, making the last sound of its life.
"Nineteen years ago, I should have died!"
"Blue Wolf clan bastards, come here!"
Dozens of Blue Wolf clan generals, riding on long-haired yaks as big as elephants, holding axes, maces and other heavy weapons, and with bodies as burly as bears and tigers, roared in low voices and urged their mounts to charge at full speed.
Lu Xiu held up his spear, and the dark spear made a dull sound of breaking through the wind, and blasted out dragon-shaped spear beams in the wind and snow.
The gun tip spun rapidly and slammed into the bodies of long-haired yaks with terrifying force.
The huge yak was blown to pieces, and the Blue Wolf Clan generals on its back fell to the ground one after another. Before they could get up, Lu Xiu strolled forward like a flower-watcher, shooting each of the generals' heads to pieces.
Large groups of Blue Wolf Cavalry rushed forward.
They rushed towards Lu Xiu like a muddy flood.
Luxiu is like a solid dam, blocking the flood.
The mounts were smashed to pieces, and the cavalrymen were knocked down by spears with roars.
Soon, a large pile of corpses piled up in front of Lu Xiu, blocking the charging Blue Wolf Cavalry.
The Blue Wolf Cavalry bypassed the tribesmen who had died in the battle and launched a charge from both sides of Lu Xiu.
Arrows rained down like rain on Lu Xiu.
The sound of "Puff Puff" continued as Lu Xiu's body was constantly hit by arrows. The arrows easily pierced through the old sheepskin on his body, but when they touched his skin which was tougher than sheepskin, they fell down weakly.
In the small fleeing team, dozens of skinny men, who were also only wrapped in old sheepskin and covered in wounds, drew out various weapons and ran towards Lu Xiu silently.
The man with white hair and beard took a deep look at the besieged Lu Xiu and the men who turned back to die, gritted his teeth, stood up without saying a word, turned around and stepped onto the surface of the Baimang River.
A general hiding in the Blue Wolf Cavalry suddenly rushed out, and swung the strangely shaped sheep-head hammer in his hand hard, hitting Lu Xiu's chest heavily.
Lu Xiu's chest was sunken and he was vomiting blood.
He roared, and used all his strength to activate the Cang Hai Jing inherited from the Jingyang Lu family, and a vast blue light surged from his whole body.
Lu Xiu was about to launch a fatal attack... In the city of Haojing, Lu Yi's Qiyun Umbrella, which was about an acre in size, suddenly took shape.
If there was someone present who could see the luck above Lu Xiu's head, they would have seen that the blood-colored luck above his head, which had originally shattered like sand and was dotted with broken stars, suddenly gathered inwards.
A half-acre-sized blood-red cloud slowly emerged, and above it, a green fortune umbrella with a diameter of three feet quickly took shape.
The vast ocean energy in Lu Xiu's body suddenly gave way.
Rays of dark blue energy flowed randomly along his eight extraordinary meridians and twelve regular meridians, and their threatening movements coincided exactly with the movement route of the first Vajra body deduced by Lu Yi.
The heart throbbed.
Lu Xiu's heart was beating violently, and a fist-sized golden flame suddenly lit up inside his heart.
The old sheepskin wrapped around his body was torn into pieces, and dragon-like power emerged from within Lu Xiu's body. A hint of light gold emerged faintly in his bronze skin.
With a loud roar, Lu Xiu swung the iron spear in his hand forward fiercely.
A golden hurricane swept out, and the three thousand Blue Wolf Cavalrymen in front of Lu Xiu were shattered and exploded into a bloody mist.
The man who had already stepped onto the Baimang River turned back suddenly. He saw Lu Xiu soaring into the air, and golden spear beams continuously bombarded the ground. Each strike easily crushed hundreds of Green Wolf cavalrymen.
He slowly raised the black flint dagger in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs: "God bless Dayin!"
" Blue Wolf Clan, I want you to be wiped out!"
