Chapter 153 Ghost Army!

Southern snowfield.

A group of Qingqi traveled from north to south, all the way south. In just a few days, dozens of tribes, large and small, were uprooted by this group of mysterious Qingqi, and they even built several temples!

This light cavalry came and went without a trace, its whereabouts were unpredictable, but no one in the tribe they targeted could escape their poisonous hands.

Some barbarians call it the ghost army!

The Qingyang Tribe is one of the famous large tribes in the ancient Southern Barbarian Kingdom, and even the tribe leader has a trace of royal blood in his body!

They are located eighty miles northwest of the royal city and have a population of over 100,000!

"Did you hear that?"

"The armies of each tribe have arrived at the royal city!"

"Now His Majesty the Barbarian Emperor has assembled nearly 400,000 troops and is preparing for a decisive battle with Dayu's main force heading south!"

By a small river outside the Qingyang tribe, dozens of young men were walking their horses by the almost dry river while talking about recent rumors.

"Haha, these Yu people really don't know how to live or die. Over the years, only our barbarians have invaded them. I didn't expect that they dared to lead their troops south. They are simply seeking death!"

"His Majesty the Great Barbarian Emperor is already preparing to launch a counterattack!"

"I also heard that there is a ghost army on the grassland, and it has massacred many of my Southern Barbarian tribes in the past few days!"

A gloomy look on the face of a man with a curly beard in a gorgeous uniform said angrily: "This damn ghost army, don't let me, Barhan, touch you, otherwise I will definitely fight with them!"

"Haha, by the way, my son, the son of the Qingyang tribe, is also preparing to set off to join us, right?"

"We are close to the royal city, so we can leave in two days at night!"

"Woo!"

There was a sound of horns, and groups of armored knights were seen rushing out of the camp in the distance, stretching for several miles, rushing out of the camp in a mighty manner!

"Look, it's the Qingyang Ancient Flag!"

"They are the warriors of my Qingyang tribe, they are going to war!"

A barbarian girl shouted excitedly, knelt on the ground with a pious look on her face, kissed the cold earth, and murmured to herself.

After the mysterious ceremony ended, several barbarian sons and daughters also stood up one after another and watched the army disappear into the sky!

"May the glory of the Barbarian God bless me, the great Barbarian, and win the victory!"

"Conquer that fertile land!"

The minds of several people gradually calmed down. Seeing that it was getting late, an older barbarian man said: "It's getting late, we should go back, don't let Grandpa and the others worry!"

"Um!"

While talking, several people got on their horses one after another and were about to return, but suddenly they heard the sound of galloping horse hooves from the horizon!

"Um?"

"Which tribe are they warriors from?"

"This is... Dayu's battle flag!"

"No, it's the Yu people's army!"

Barhan's pupils immediately shrank, and when he saw the leader with a green face and fangs, a red cloak fluttering in the wind, and a spear in his hand sweeping across, his expression suddenly changed!

"It's that ghost army!"

"It's the ghost army...the ghost army is coming!"

"Quickly, return to the tribe!"

Seeing Barhan get on his horse in panic, several barbarians around him also reacted one after another, with shocked expressions on their faces: "How could this ghost army appear here?"

"This is near the royal city!"

"That's not right!" Balhan looked startled, looking at the black cavalry approaching like a black cloud, and said in surprise: "The legendary ghost army only has a few thousand people, but this light cavalry in front of me is probably already There are nearly ten thousand people, right?”

"Stop talking so much. The warriors of my Qingyang tribe have just left the village. You go and chase them back. I will rush back to the tribe to report the news!"

"That's too late!"

Balhan's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and the Pegasus ran wildly towards the tribe.

The black cavalry raised up the billowing smoke and seemed to have discovered their group, and the flying horses surrounded them.

"Let's go!"

Barhan shouted lowly, and saw hundreds of arrows shooting towards them, and several barbarians were directly shot into sieves.

Barhan immediately fell to the ground and pretended to be dead. He pulled out an arrow from the corpse next to him, clamped it with his arm, stained it with some blood, and lay silently among the corpses.

"drive!"

"drive!"

The ghost army didn't seem to take their group seriously and roared towards the Qingyang tribe.

"It's over!"

"Now there is only a group of old and weak people left in our Qingyang tribe!"

"Damn ghost army!"

Barhan immediately rode on a horse that was lucky enough to survive and ran all the way towards the royal city to report the news!

"Soldiers!"

"In front of us is a large tribe of Barbarians, with more than 100,000 members!"

"Now all the young and strong members of their tribe have been recruited and rushed to the royal city, leaving tens of thousands of old and weak men!"

"Kill with me!"

Yue Fei raised his spear, and the black cavalry behind him rushed directly towards the barbarian tribe. Zhao Huaiyuan and others rode their horses to protect Ning Fan.

Now, after several days of fighting, all the second-generation dudes have a cold and murderous aura about them, and their faces have lost some of their greenness, and their skin has turned dark.

Everyone has a calm temperament, even Xie Yan, who acts frivolously, has an air of stability at this moment.

"Come on, Xu Chu, you two will lead three thousand cavalry and charge from the left!"

"promise!"

"Uncle Bao, no intention, you lead three thousand cavalry and charge from the right!"

"promise!"

"Remember, no chickens or dogs will be left alive in the Qingyang tribe!"

"All the tents, houses, food, weapons, and everything we need will be burned!"

Ning Fan's words were grim, and the generals beside him seemed to be accustomed to it. They saluted respectfully and led 3,000 cavalrymen to rush towards the Qingyang tribe!

"Huaiyuan, Wuyi, you still have to take people to rescue my Yu people!"

"Okay!"

"Charge!"

Accompanied by Ning Fan's order, the remaining thousands of elites behind him set up their spears, and as the horn sounded, they aimed at the Qingyang tribe and launched a charge!

"The Qingyang tribe is a noble of the southern barbarians. In recent years, many of my Yu people have been rewarded as slaves!"

"According to our intelligence, there are thousands of Yu people in the Qingyang tribe alone. This time, we must rescue them all!"

"Yes!"

Everyone was excited, looking at the coalition in front of them, with a monstrous hatred in their eyes. In just a few days, they have seen too many miserable scenes.

Especially for this group of young people who have just started out, the evil of human nature is fully demonstrated by these barbarians. Now, only killing and blood can gradually soothe the raging anger in their hearts!

"Kill!"

Ning Fan was alone in front, holding the Fiery Dragon Soul-Breaking Spear and charging forward. At this moment, the Qingyang tribe seemed to have noticed the movement and rushed out a team of armed cavalry!

"Die!"

Ning Fan wore a bronze mask and pierced through the three barbarians who rushed forward with a spear, just like piercing a candied haws, nailing them to the ground.

After the flying horse passed by, the spear was picked up again, and instantly turned into a peerless evil god, accompanied by screams, and began to charge!

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