The national master looked at the sky because he knew someone would jump down from the sky soon.
The powerhouses of the Academy would not care about the Duoer Cavalry who were attacking from the south because there were too many of them. Except for Jun Mo before he lost his arm, no one could stop them.
One man holding the pass against tens of thousands of cavalry. This had not happened many times in history. It had nothing to do with cultivation state and strength. It was related to an indescribable aura. Even if Yu Lian and Tang appeared in the south of the City of Wei, they would not be able to do it. Or in other words, both of them would not do it.
In this case, the Academy would not care about the Duoer Cavalry. On the contrary, the Academy would take the chance to kill the national master and dozens of high priests when the Royal Court was desperate. As for A Da and General Bule, they would definitely be the targets of the Academy, and this would be the perfect opportunity for the Royal Court.
On a dangerous battlefield, in front of a hopeless abyss, everything that seemed like an opportunity could actually be a trap. No one could completely figure out the hidden information, unless Haotian returned to the human world. In that case, the two sides would only be competing on determination, willpower, speed, and luck.
He was very clear that if the Duoer Cavalry could defeat the Northern Battlefront Army where Xu Chi was before the Academy succeeded, then the battle around the City of Wei would come to a conclusion.
Even if the powerhouses of the Academy came together and defeated the powerhouses of the Golden Tribe Royal Court, they would not be able to achieve their original goal. The extermination of the Duoer Cavalry would become a joke. That was the goal of Chanyu and the national master.
No matter how he looked at it, the Golden Tribe Royal Court had a chance to escape this morning.
The national master thought silently. At this moment, the darkness finally could not stand the torture of time. It gradually thinned and a faint light shone from behind. Although the sun had not risen from the grassland, it was already morning.
The morning light shone on the national master's old face. It was like a clear stream flowing into a cracked field. After a moment of nourishment, it was sucked dry and could no longer be seen.
The crack in the field seemed to be unfathomable.
It was said that the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Yu Lian and the Hierarch of the Divine Halls of West-Hill were the two most mysterious people in the cultivation world. In fact, the Nation Master was just as mysterious. No one knew how old he was, or who his master was. But it was obvious that he was not good at the methods that the grassland barbarian priests were best at. His cultivation seemed to be a combination of the ideas of many sects, but it did not belong to any sect of Buddhism or Diabolism. It was hard to describe.
In fact, even the Nation Master himself sometimes did not understand what kind of dharma he had been cultivating throughout his long life. Because he … grew up with the High Priest of the Grassland. He was not the High Priest of the Golden Tribe Royal Court, but the High Priest of the Right Royal Court. Therefore, he had been learning Buddhism from the very beginning.
When he came to the Golden Tribe Royal Court, he met Xiong Chumo who was severely injured by Yu Lian, or Lin Wu, the Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine at that time. He saved Xiong Chumo's life. To show his gratitude, Xiong Chumo taught him the secret Divine Skills of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. He even traveled to Chang 'an.
Buddhism, Taoism, and Witchcraft were all his cultivation. In terms of knowledge, he could definitely be ranked among the top five in the world. He had mastered three paths, so his state was naturally unfathomable. However, he still wanted to figure out what he wanted to cultivate in the end. Especially after taking the former Chanyu as his disciple and becoming the national master of the Golden Tribe, this desire grew stronger. He knew where this desire came from — it was the sense of belonging, or root, that everyone wanted to find.
It was not until many years ago that he felt the great will of Haotian. He felt that his body and soul had been washed by snow water and became abnormally clean. He finally understood that it was not important what kind of Dharma he practiced. His sense of belonging had nothing to do with his sect or sect. It was only related to his faith.
As long as the faith was right, so what if he cultivated evil?
As long as the goal was right, so what if he practiced evil?
Perhaps it was because he understood this that his state became more and more unfathomable. No one knew how far he had gone. During the Rite to Light in the Peach Mountain, he did not really fight. That was because Ning Que used Haotian to control the world. He was too powerful, and he did not want the world to know.
Because of his faith, he had to defeat the Academy. Even though he had a high state, he still had to spend a lot of effort and preparation to defeat those unimaginable people in the Academy.
When Yu Lian disappeared from the Eastern Wilderness, he knew that the day was coming. He had prepared calmly for three years. Those carriages that were quietly parked by the mud walls of the City of Wei had also been waiting for three years.
Even if it did not work, he had a way to trap those two.
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In this story of the City of Wei, apart from the waiting and forbearance of the national master and the powerhouses of the grassland and the Academy, there was another important thing: whether the Duoer Cavalry could break through the Central Military Camp of the Tang army.
In the morning light, it was quiet inside and outside the city. It seemed that everyone was sleeping, but in fact, no one was sleeping. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the city gate with vigilance.
With a very low squeak, the city gate of the City of Wei slowly opened from the inside. Many tiny dust particles came out from the gap of the double plywood door and sprinkled like pearls in the morning light.
A sharp warning suddenly pierced the silent sky and spread in all directions. The Tang Army's camp in the south of the city suddenly came to life. The Tang Army, who had been prepared for a long time, carried all kinds of military equipment and were busy preparing.
The final battle between the Tang Empire and the Golden Tribe Royal Court had begun as usual.
The city gate slowly opened and a grassland cavalryman slowly walked out. Both the cavalryman and the warhorse were covered in tough leather armor. Only their eyes were exposed, and they were indifferent and proud.
The grassland cavalryman held a long machete in his hand and wore a white cloak around his neck. The cloak fluttered in the morning wind, looking like white clouds in the blue sky.
Because their cloaks were like white clouds, they were called the Duoer Cavalry.
The Duoer Cavalry was the source of their pride. They were the strongest and most loyal cavalrymen of the Golden Palace Chanyu, and the most terrifying existence on the grassland.
In the past hundreds of years, even the richest Golden Palace could only support six thousand Duoer Cavalry at most. It was these six thousand Duoer Cavalry that were the biggest deterrent to the Tang cavalry.
With the official rise of the Golden Palace, especially with the continuous secret support from the Central Plains under the leadership of Taoism, Chanyu now had a total of thirty-six thousand Duoer Cavalry.
In the cavalry battle outside Guhe, it was the Duoer Cavalry who joined the battle at the end. They sacrificed all their men to stabilize the situation and prevent the Golden Palace from collapsing. For this, the bodies of six thousand cavalrymen were still rotting on the grassland in the spring wind.
After retreating north to the Seven Stockaded Villages, Chanyu ordered twenty thousand Duoer Cavalry to reinforce Kaiping and Qu City to attract the main force of the Tang cavalry. He only left the most elite and powerful ten thousand cavalrymen in the City of Wei.
Ten thousand cavalrymen was not a small number. As far as the eye could see, it must be a dark mass that could cover a large area of the grassland.
But now the Tang army could not see ten thousand cavalrymen, only one.
They could only see the grassland cavalryman at the gate of the City of Wei, his cloak flying in the morning wind.
The grassland cavalryman lifted the reins with his left hand and lightly hit the warhorse's belly with his boot heel.
The warhorse slowly moved forward.
Tap … tap … tap … tap.
The hoofbeats were slow and clear.
The grassland cavalryman kicked the horse's belly again.
The warhorse slowly sped up.
Tap, tap, tap … tap, tap, tap.
At this time, they were already twenty feet away from the gate.
The grassland cavalryman kicked the horse's belly again.
The warhorse sped up again.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
One horse charged towards the Tang camp.
A lone rider charging into the camp!
The grassland cavalryman knew he would die, but he did not care.
Inside the gate of the City of Wei, a black wall vaguely appeared.
The black wall was moving forward.
Another white wall appeared.
The black wall was the cavalryman and the warhorse. The white wall was the white cloak worn by the cavalryman.
It was the Duoer Cavalry in a row.
Black and white mixed together to form waves, snow born in the sea of ink.
Countless Duoer Cavalry were ready to charge with the brave cavalryman.
In the City of Wei, the hoofbeats had yet to be heard, but they were about to be heard.
If it was thunder, it must be muffled thunder.
If it was a drum, it must be a huge drum.
The grassland cavalryman who first left the city had already arrived at the meadow.
The indifference in his eyes, which was not covered by his leather armor, had been replaced by fanaticism and brutality.
He raised the blood-thirsty machete in his hand and was ready to really speed up.
The next moment, ten thousand grassland cavalrymen would follow him and charge towards the Tang camp.
At that time, ten thousand white clouds would bloom on the grassland.
The hoofbeats grew louder and louder. Who could stop them?
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Xu Chi, the Tang's Defender-general of the State, was in the Central Military Tent. There were six thousand cavalrymen and ten thousand well-trained infantrymen. Logically speaking, there should not be much to worry about.
But the Commander's Tent had chased them through the night, and there were many supplies that had not arrived yet. Most importantly, there were many engineers and civilian workers who were still on the way. It was very difficult for the hastily laid fortifications to be as sturdy as before. At this moment, if the Duoer Cavalry, who were feared by the Horse Gang on the grassland, charged over, everyone in the Central Military Tent would be in big trouble.
When the gate of Wei opened and the grassland cavalryman appeared, everyone in the Central Military Tent looked at Xu Chi. They were not panicking, but rather anxious.
They were not panicking because Xu Chi was the best military genius in the world. Otherwise, how could he use the Northern Battlefront Army to block the Golden Tribe Royal Court outside the Seven Stockaded Villages for more than ten years? But they were still anxious because the Golden Tribe Royal Court was obviously going all out today. If they were not careful and let the Duoer Cavalry gain the upper hand, it would be terrible.
The only cavalry that the Tang army could win against the Duoer Cavalry was the Black Armored Cavalry. But most of them were in the south to defend against the Papal Cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. Thousands of Black Armored Cavalry from the Northern Military Camp had been sent to Kaiping by Xu Chi two days ago to help Situ Yilan clear the grassland forces there. How could they stop the Duoer Cavalry?
The grassland cavalryman was speeding up, and the hoofbeats became coherent. The cavalrymen at the gate of Wei, like a black sea and white waves, had not started charging. They were waiting to do so.
The grassland cavalryman and his horse drew a straight line on the field under the morning light. It was a line written with courage and courage. The tens of thousands of Duoer Cavalry behind him would follow the line he drew with his life. They would charge fiercely and fearlessly. That was the rhythm the Golden Tribe Royal Court wanted.
It was the rhythm of a bloody battle to the end, a rhythm of blood flowing like a river. It would start as gentle as a drizzle, and then as terrifying as a storm. It was continuous and unstoppable. If the grassland cavalrymen entered that rhythm, the Tang army would be in danger. By then, it would be meaningless even if they killed the first Duoer Cavalry.
But now it seemed that there was no better way to break the rhythm. The City of Wei was far away from the Tang army. Even the best archer could not kill the grassland cavalryman in advance. As for the most powerful defensive weapon of the Tang army, the crossbow battalion based on arrays, their shooting range was far from enough.
So they could only prepare for the frontal charge of the tens of thousands of Duoer Cavalry.
People looked at Xu Chi, waiting for his orders. The most important thing to do now was to move the crossbow battalions from the east and west sides to the center of the army. Once the crossbow battalions were moved, the grassland cavalrymen might attack from both sides of the city wall. But the most important thing now was to guard the center.
Xu Chi did nothing. He just looked at the dusty city in the north under the morning light, and listened to the louder and louder hoofbeats without any expression on his face.
"General!"
"Marshal!"
People in the tent looked at him anxiously. They did not understand why he was so silent. Did the general have a brilliant plan? Or was the general worried about the two flanks and decided to defend to the death?
Xu Chi ignored his subordinates' puzzled, anxious, and even slightly angry gazes. He just quietly looked at the plains in the north, at the Duoer Cavalry that was getting closer and closer.
The hoofbeats were monotonous as they charged into the camp alone.
It was quiet between heaven and earth. The field between the City of Wei and the Tang camp seemed to have lost all color. The green grass turned grey and the morning light dimmed, forming a very flat and dark background screen. The brave grassland cavalryman was the only existence in it.
The grassland cavalryman was already more than a hundred feet away from the City of Wei.
The monotonous hoofbeats became clearer and clearer, like drumbeats beating on the field. The gray grass fell to the ground and the morning light became distorted. The whole world seemed to be shaking.
After a while, ten thousand of the most elite grassland cavalrymen would charge out of the city.
At that time, the drumbeats would shake heaven and earth and the world would be restless.
Who could stop all this? Who could break the rhythm of the Duoer Cavalry?
The City of Wei was silent. Heaven and earth were silent.
Suddenly the wind blew.
The grassland cavalryman fell down.
The grassland cavalryman who was charging alone, bravely, resolutely, and silently fell down in the beautiful morning light.
A very thin stream of blood splashed in the air. It was abnormally clear under the morning light.
The world regained its original color. The dim and cold light became warm again.
Death was coming, but it warmed up. Or maybe it was because they finally saw hot blood.
The grassland cavalryman fell down from the horse and his body fell heavily on the field. The saddle of the Duoer Cavalry was specially made. It did not tie the horse's feet. The horse continued to charge forward for more than a hundred feet before it felt something strange and slowly stopped. It looked back at its master who fell on the field and slightly raised its head. It was a little confused and did not know what had happened.
The cavalryman lay on the field in front of the city gate. He did not move, did not struggle, and did not cry out in pain. Because he was no longer breathing. He didn't make any sound, and he didn't leave any last words that were as magnificent as mountains and rivers. He knew he was going to die, but he did not expect that he would die so quietly and so insignificant.
The Duoer Cavalry and the horse were covered with tough leather armor. Only their eyes were exposed.
He opened his eyes and looked at the sky which was getting bluer. His vitality had disappeared and only blood was flowing.
There was a wooden arrow stuck in his eye.
It was a very ordinary wooden arrow.
No one knew where the arrow came from.
In the quiet field, there was the morning light, the wind, the grass, but no one.
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(I still think I wrote it well.)
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