The final battle between the Tang Empire and the Golden Tribe began on a spring morning. From the beginning to the end, Xu Chi's central tent only paid the price of tens of thousands of crossbow bolts. They did not have to do anything else and over a thousand of the most elite Duoer Cavalry died in the hands of one person. They died to that person's arrows.
Chanyu rode on horseback and looked in the direction of the City of Wei behind him. He looked terrible.
After the Headmaster of the Academy ascended to Heaven, the unwritten rules in the cultivation world were all erased. Later, Liu Yiqing entered the palace alone and killed the Emperor of the South Jin Kingdom. This represented the emergence of a new world and new rules. With the spring wind and rain, the form of war began to undergo unimaginable drastic changes.
The few powerhouses might not be able to decide the direction of the human world, but they were starting to have the right to decide the outcome of a war, such as the one in the City of Wei today.
In the past, such a change was described by the dead Liu Yiqing, the domineering Hengmu Liren in Qinghe Prefecture, or Jun Mo in front of the Verdant Canyon. But it was not until Ning Que appeared in the City of Wei that everyone, including Chanyu, realized that he was the only one who could represent the change of the form of war.
Ning Que was the one who could change the course of a battle to the greatest extent. It was because he had the ability, because he had the means, because he had the thoughts and the absolute will. Come to think of it, ever since he started cultivating, any changes he made to his cultivation methods and weapons could eventually be used on the battlefield. They could all be used to cause the greatest amount of damage. Even Ye Hongyu was not as good as him in this aspect.
Perhaps it was because among the most powerful powerhouses in the cultivation world, he was the only one who started from the most common soldier. He was the only one who understood the battlefield the best. Therefore, he should be the one to change the war.
In the field to the north of the City of Wei, the sound of retreat had already been heard. The sound of galloping horses could be heard everywhere. The remaining eight thousand Duoer Cavalry were escorting Chanyu to the depths of the grassland.
The Golden Tribe Royal Court still had many cavalrymen and seemed to be able to fight again. But the Duoer Cavalry's morale had been severely damaged. They would never be able to enter the same rhythm again. That was a sure defeat.
Chanyu's idea of gambling or risking his life was crushed before it could be implemented. He was defeated before the fight even started, which made him feel real despair.
The crossbow battalion was not scary. Even if Xu Chi used the crossbow battalion to seal the gate of the City of Wei, it would be meaningless. In fact, he purposely left this opportunity for the Tangs. He believed that his cavalrymen could withstand the terrifying rain of crossbows and turn the pain and death into courage bestowed by the Tengri Heaven.
He did not expect that the Duoer Cavalry, who could defend against the rain of arrows, who could ignore death, would not be able to charge through that person's arrows. Their courage was numbed by the shock. That person seemed to be scarier than death.
But so what if they left the City of Wei? According to the calculation of the High Priest and the Wise Men, the Tang Army would not give them too much time. The seemingly green and pleasant grassland, the incomparably familiar environment, could only become the graveyard of the palace's cavalrymen. Even if they returned to their hometown in the depths of the grassland, how many of them could survive?
Chanyu looked at the road to the north with a pale face. He thought of the loyal warriors left in the City of Wei and the national master and high priests in the south. He felt an extreme pain in his chest.
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The Golden Tribe Royal Court was destroyed by Ning Que's arrows before they could launch their final attack. Although it was hopeless to retreat, it was an inevitable choice. However, if they did not want to be chased by the Tang Army, or to be harassed or even destroyed by Ning Que's horrifying tactics, someone had to stop him.
More than two thousand elite cavalrymen were left inside and outside the City of Wei, ready to sacrifice their lives to slow down the pursuit of Xu Chi's six thousand cavalrymen. As for the cavalrymen in Kaiping and Qu City, they could only be wiped out one by one in despair.
Naturally, the Golden Tribe Royal Court also left someone to stop Ning Que.
There was no one else. It could not be anyone else. It could only be A Da.
Ning Que walked on the streets of the City of Wei. His military boots stepped on the powdery organs and blood, making a "pa pa" sound. Sometimes it felt like a young girl's bare feet stepping on a barrel of grape wine.
He walked out of the southern part of the blood-soaked road and got closer to the flag of the Golden Tribe. He was about to take a step forward when he suddenly retracted his right foot and landed on the ground. He then looked to the side of the road.
He alone had scared off the entire Golden Tribe Royal Court.
Throughout history, such a thing had rarely happened.
A thousand years ago, the Headmaster of the Academy alone had scared off the entire West-Hill Divine Palace. Of course he was more arrogant and powerful. But what Ning Que had done was already very impressive.
However, he could not scare off the person by the side of the road.
A young man from the grassland was standing by the side of the road.
The young man had been sitting in an abandoned restaurant by the side of the road for a whole night, waiting for Ning Que's arrival. Because of this, he did not face the horrifying iron arrow directly.
No one knew whether it was the young man's luck or the Duoer Cavalry's misfortune.
"I can't stop that iron arrow, but it can't kill me either."
The young man from the grassland looked at Ning Que and said calmly, "And now you are too close to me. I can see your movements clearly. So it's even more impossible for you to kill me with an iron arrow. Let's try another way."
Besides the iron bow, Ning Que also had a cutlass on his shoulder — that heavy, dark and sharp iron cutlass. But it was obvious that he had no intention of pulling it out. He just looked at the young man quietly.
He knew that the young man was A Da.
He was the most powerful close combat powerhouse in the Golden Tribe Royal Court. He had long replaced General Lebu's position. It was said that he was the last disciple of the national master. But his real combat power might not be weaker than the national master.
The young man might even be the most powerful human on the grassland. But just two years ago, he was just a poor slave. He was thin, bullied and could die at any time.
What changed everything was that spring breeze that turned into light rain.
Ning Que subconsciously looked up at the blue sky and then shook his head.
According to his usual temperament, he had no interest in talking to this young powerhouse called A Da. Just like what Ye Hongyu once said, since they were going to fight, why talk so much nonsense?
In the end, it all depended on who would die and who would live.
But because of that spring breeze and rain, he was suddenly curious about this young man.
"Who named you?" Ning Que asked.
A Da said, "I named it myself."
Ning Que asked, "Why did you name yourself?"
"In the words of you people from the Central Plains, A Da … means very good at fighting."
Ning Que smiled and said, "I have stayed here for many years. My grassland barbarian language is better than yours. I know that A Da means cheap. Da means bone. You … are a cheap bone."
Hearing this, A Da's face turned gloomy.
"The national master asked you to stay and stop me, which means he asked you to die." Ning Que ignored his expression and said, "Get out of my way. For her sake, I will leave your body intact."
A Da didn't know who he was talking about. He just felt angry. Because obviously, Mr. Thirteen of the Academy did not see him as a real opponent. Why?
He had always thought that he respected the Academy. Yes, he had always wanted to kill his way to Chang 'an and kill all those strange people in the back of the mountain of the Academy. But he thought it represented his respect.
Why did Ning Que have such an attitude?
"I admit that you are powerful."
A Da looked at the blood-stained long street and the iron bow on Ning Que's shoulder. He sneered and said, "But you don't know how powerful I am. What right do you have to look down on me when you can't use the iron arrow?"
He was angry, but he was smiling. He wanted to express his contempt in this way.
No matter how high Ning Que's state of cultivation was, he was only at the upper state of Knowing Destiny. Now that the Primordial Thirteen Arrows had lost their greatest power, he did not think that his opponent was his opponent.
The task given to him by Chanyu and the national master was to stop Ning Que, slow him down when he passed the City of Wei, and then wait for a chance to leave. He agreed in silence, but he was thinking about something else.
He was the gift from Tengri to the grassland. He was the only embodiment of the vast and mighty will. How could he lose to a human like Ning Que? He wanted to defeat him fair and square!
Ning Que had stopped smiling. He looked at him quietly and said, "Then you shall die."
A Da squinted his eyes and a cruel expression appeared on his young and dark face.
He took a deep breath, and his chest rose like a mountain rising from the grassland.
In just a breath, half of the air on the streets of the City of Wei was inhaled into his body. At the same time, there seemed to be endless Qi of Heaven and Earth pouring into his body.
His physique was completely changed by the spring wind and rain. He was very close to the Qi of Heaven and Earth on the grassland. He could breathe in the Qi of Heaven and Earth at a speed that other cultivators could not imagine.
What did it mean?
It meant that he had an inexhaustible power.
After he became the national master's disciple, he even learned the cultivation method of the Enlightenment Doctrine. The national master was knowledgeable and well-versed in three arts. Besides, he was a good friend of Xiong Chumo, so it was not surprising that he had such a method.
In other words, A Da had been possessed by the Devil.
His body was harder than a real stone, and his life was more tenacious than a real stone. With the blessing of Tengri, he felt that he should be invincible.
Yes, he was afraid of Ning Que's iron arrow.
But after seeing the iron arrow today, he still felt that he could try to take it head-on.
It was not hard to imagine his strong confidence.
As A Da breathed, the Qi of Heaven and Earth was in chaos.
A gust of wind blew in the City of Wei.
He looked at Ning Que as if he was looking at a dead man.
He wanted to do what Chanyu and the national master did not expect him to do. He wanted to save the fate of the Royal Court. He wanted to be the new sun on the grassland and shine on the entire human world.
That was why he had remained silent in this war, watching everything happen quietly. Only now did he walk onto the street and block Ning Que's path, ready to kill him.
Everyone inside and outside of the City of Wei felt the drastic change of the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Ordinary people could not see the change of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, but they could see the strange phenomenon. A dark cloud suddenly floated over the City of Wei and blocked all the sunlight!
Powerhouses like the national master and Xu Chi could clearly sense that the Qi of Heaven and Earth was rushing towards somewhere. The horrifying power that A Da displayed made the two of them have completely different feelings.
The wind blew on the street. The remaining half of the signboard of the tavern was blown to the mud wall, making a muffled sound. The yellow soil on the wall was peeled off.
At this moment, Ning Que suddenly said something.
"You know what? I used to buy many jars of wine and roasted chicken in this tavern. I won a lot of money, took a lot of people's underwear and rejected many marriage offers. "
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(Take a break. Tomorrow I will beat A Da to death. A Da ~ ~ ~! This name came from a police story. I wish everyone a happy weekend and a successful blind date. Don't talk about marriage with Sangsang.)
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