MTL - For a Prosperous World-Chapter 469 : There are no ghosts in the world. You have to believe this.

I do n’t know if it was because of listening to Gu Nan. On the second day, Gao Chang ordered someone to prepare a mask, which was a ghost face, a red face with white pupils, and two curved ghost horns born on top of his head. Brows are frowning, as if glaring at the man staring at the mask, his mouth wide open, showing the sharp white teeth inside.

When Gao wore this ugly ghost face on his face, Gao Changgong looked like a real magpie, making people look trembling.

A few days later, the army's life arrived as scheduled, and the soldiers and horses stationed finally began to march. In the desert, the army marched, driving the wind and sand. Before the army, the riders on horses wore a mask, as evil as a ghost.

The Turkic military system can be simply divided into three parts, namely, the guards, the string control men, and Takuya. The guard can be called a detachment. It was originally a relative of the Clan of the Asna, the Wolf Clan, and was compiled as a Khan's obedience army due to the sweat. However, its number is not large after all, and Turk Khan cannot rely on a few pro soldiers alone.

Most of the main body of the real Turkic army is actually auxiliary soldiers of the tribe tribe, this army is called the string control person.

最后 The final extension is, in general, an elite soldier composed of Zhao Wu's nine surnames Hu. These three units make up the entire Turkic army, galloping north.

So if you want to invade the Turk's hinterland, you need to annihilate the scattered tribes nearby. After all, even if it is only the outermost soldiers and horses, letting them harass on all sides will cause certain obstacles to Wei Jun.

Howling wind rolled the gravel on a person's face, half-closed eyes unconsciously, and some pain in the cheeks. The wind in the desert is sometimes like a knife. If not, those who often live here don't always wear a windshield.

You can see a humble camp on the sand dunes, depending on the size of the camp, there are about thousands of soldiers and horses.

A very strong horse stood in an open space outside the camp and shook his head. On the horse's back, a Turkic soldier looked out into the distance.

They are the soldiers and horses of the nearby tribes. During this time, they have been ordered to patrol, which also means to guard. I heard that the Wei Dynasty army and horses in the south are coming. In addition to them, soldiers and horses of several tribes have strengthened their vigilance. They are just one of them.

However, although stationed here, most of the Turkic soldiers do not look at the Wei army that is about to go north. In their opinion, in this Mobei land, those delicate Wei people did not have the ability to fight them. Without the fortified walls and fortresses, they are nothing more.

In fact, this is already their impression of the Wei people a hundred years ago. Earlier they did not belong to Turk, but to Rouran.

Because of the treaties signed by Rou Ran and Wei in the early years, for a long period of time, they only stood side by side with Wei and there was no actual war.

So in their impression, the Wei people were weak and incapable of fighting. As for what happened in Wei Kingdom, they don't know.

Until the last ten years or so, Turk overthrew Rouran.

Turkic Turks have frequently invaded the borders of Wei State in the past ten years or so, but Wei State has always been warning, but has not responded. This has deepened their impression of Wei State.

Helplessly, they do n’t understand that they pretend to be wolves. Sometimes wolves do n’t eat their prey because they ca n’t eat it, but because they are full.

The Turkish cavalry on horseback suddenly seemed to see something, frowned and looked at a place where there was a cloud of smoke, the smoke was getting closer and closer in his sight, and a cold sweat must have dripped from his forehead Come down.

Because he recognized it, that was what the cavalry was running on. Seeing the scale of the smoke, there were at least thousands of cavalry.

Then he saw a banner. The word on the banner was a word he didn't know, but he knew what it meant.

He screamed strangely, pulled the horse's head under him, and ran towards the camp behind him.

I yelled loudly at the camp while waving his hands.

When the soldiers in the camp saw him, they quickly struck a drum around him.

The cymbal drum sounded and dullly struck everyone's eardrums, and the Turkic soldiers in the camp picked up the weapons at their disposal and turned on their horses. This drumming can only represent one thing, enemy attack.

A tall Turkic general raised the sheepskin from the tent and walked out of the tent. He looked at the soldiers who were preparing for the battle, and grunted grinningly. Reached out and pulled out a machete from his waist. On the blade edge, the cold light was shining, reflecting the desolate scenery of Mobei.

Their preparations were very rapid. Soon a group of Turkic soldiers were listed in front of the camp, holding bows and arrows in their hands and pulling the bowstrings away. The feathers and arrows on the bowstrings pointed out of the campsite. Cavalry.

The distance between the two armies has reached a level where they can see each other clearly. In the eyes of the Turks, the cavalry was a black one, just like the wolves that rushed on. The armor on the body was heavy just by looking at it. Every time I step forward, the sound of the horseshoe is deafening.

Holding a spear in their hands, they pointed directly at the camp. The spear's spearhead is a terrible shape, with three edges and corners, and there is a row of slender blood grooves on top of each edge. It is even conceivable what a tragedy would be if it were pierced by such a thing.

The Hussars hadn't rushed yet, but the loud noise and the armored blades had made the Turkic soldiers cold sweat.

They could not have imagined that these thousands of cavalry were wearing almost all body armor. Living in Mobei all year round, they naturally do not know to what extent Wei's iron smelting technique has developed, and where the equipment in the army has reached.

But the arrow was already on the string, and it had to be fired. As the cavalry entered range, the Turkic soldiers loosened the string.

"嗖 嗖!" The sound of a feather arrow passing through quickly sounded, and the arrow flew across the air quickly and shot at the cavalry.

"Dangdang Dangdang!" The sound of the collision sounded in succession. Feather arrows were able to shoot through the armor of the cavalry. Only a small part of the arrow could shoot into the armor of the opponent, but soon there was no With the help, he got stuck in the nails.

The speed of the Hussars did not slow down at all, and the stagnant Turkic soldiers even forgot to pull up the stumbling rope. Only a few rows of infantry supported the simple fence outside the camp.

The Turk general standing in the camp also stared at the front. He saw an almost invincible army, which was more terrible than the Turk cavalry.

That's Wei and Han.

"S !!!!!!"

A horse howling sounded, and the cavalry had rushed to the camp.

A war horse rushed to the front, leaped high, and jumped over the fence. The Turkic soldiers in the battalion looked up and looked at the man on horseback.

It was a man in armor, with a mask on his face, the mask was red with the color of human blood, and the glaring round eyes looked down at each of them, like a ghost. With a vicious grin on his face.

He broke through the sand, and a spear directly raised the soldiers blocking his way. Blood was splashing everywhere, and a few drops fell on the mask, which made the mask look more red.

Everything seems to be telling them that it is not a person, but a Rakshasa who crawls out of Jiuyou.

This Rakshasa held up the spear in his hand and shouted a word, which directly defeated their last courage.

"Into the battle !!"

I watched Gao Changgong who had already rushed into the enemy line, Gu Nan slightly looked away, and suddenly thought that he should be like this, no wonder, even the children would be scared to cry.

I glanced down at the spear in her hand. She hadn't used it for a long time, and didn't know if she would use it again.

With the sound of horseshoes, she stormed into the camp with the cavalry.

It seemed to others that the spear in her hand had turned into a cold light, and there was a blood flower between her breaths. The blood dripped in the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek. There was a bit of chill on his face.

In a short time, the cavalry had completely stormed into this Turkic camp with thousands of people.

The Turkic soldiers held the machete and looked at the general with a ghost face not far away. They dared not come forward, and they were no longer wary.

I saw the general killing, and they turned back pale and wanted to turn and run away, but when they turned around, they saw another scene.

They saw a woman coming from the side on a horse, and her body was covered with black armor with some red, probably blood stained on it.

She will be different from that 狰狞 ghost, she doesn't have a terrible face, or she is beautiful, but a little deserted, like the moon in the desert night. In normal times, this woman is enough to make anyone dump them.

What a pity, this woman is now holding a spear with blood dripping, which can only make them stand in horror.

Suddenly, a soldier saw the sword around the woman's waist. At that time, there was a black thin sword without a grid.

His pupils contracted ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ pointed at the sword almost sternly: "Li Gui, Li Gui! (Turkish.)"

For a moment, a group of Turkic soldiers looked at the sword around the woman in panic.

They are people who live in nearby tribes. For these two years, for the Turkic people, there is one thing in the frontier desert that they absolutely don't want to mention, which is about this black and black fine sword.

According to legend, it is held in the hands of a ghost, and will kill everyone in the lost desert. Whether a horse thief or a Turkic soldier.

At the beginning, it was just that some people who had entered the Wei border to arrest the Han people disappeared inexplicably.

But once, the fierce ghost used it to kill the cavalry of nearly a thousand people entering the country.

Later, they learned about the incident based on reports from those who escaped. When I went back to investigate, I saw a whole desert that was dyed red, and half of the bones buried in the desert.

Since then, they have greatly reduced the number of trips to the south, and this black and black fine sword almost became a legend of taboos between the Turkic tribe near this frontier.

The appearance of the woman in front of her eyes and the black thin sword around her waist reminded the Turkic soldiers of this legend.

A Turkic soldier shook his hands and stood between Luosha and Li Gui. He dropped his blade, his legs were soft, and he knelt on the ground crying.

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