Another monk with lumps on his head said weakly and hoarsely, "This person calls himself the king, presumably because he wants to put pressure on us as the prince of the Ming Dynasty and the Song Dynasty. It is not just a simple battle."

"good."

A Mongolian marshal wearing armor with a majestic look frowned and said, "The many people outside the camp are all mobilized by this person. If the war starts, it may cause a war between the Song, Ming and Mongolia!

This matter needs to be reported to Master Si and asked to make his own decision!"

"Report!!"

At this moment, a long report came from outside the tent.

A strong soldier wearing a fur hat and a whip entered the camp, knelt on one knee and reported, "Report to the marshal! One of our patrols was killed, no one survived, and now the enemy is making strange movements.

"

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became quiet.

Almost at the same time, a series of killing shouts, which seemed not too threatening, came from a distance outside.

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A moment ago!

On the plain, a dozen Mongolian warriors drove the crowds around like a whirlwind.

When they saw a group of Black Wind Village players who had placed banquet tables in a very arrogant manner within the cordon of both sides, they immediately rushed over with red eyes and yelled curses.

"(Mongolian) Та! Алга!"

"(Mongolian) Буцаажавах! ДууГоу!"

But seeing this group of Black Wind Village players, each of them holds the dazzling title of "Black Wind Village", wears tiger skin wristbands, looks fierce, carries weapons, and is sitting around a large table full of people. It can be said that the table is full of big men.

One of them, a particularly strong man with a bald head and a ferocious head, squatted on a chair, tore open beef and stuffed it into his mouth. The look of eating was really eye-catching, and he was not flattering. He said to a dozen Mongolian warriors who were rushing towards him,

"Brothers, who knows what these people are shouting about?"

A man with broad shoulders and thick shoulders snorted coldly, stood up and drew his sword and said, "Brother Tieniu, these Mongolians told us to get lost! They also called us Song dogs!"

"How brave!"

Tieniu glared, picked up Zhang Er's red spear with his foot, clasped it with both hands and said with a long smile, "The leader of the village has given an order, I am going to knock the mountain to shake the tiger now, try the attitude of these Mongolian Tatars, and fire the first shot

!Go, kill these bastards!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tieniu roared wildly and took the initiative to charge towards the dozen or so cavalrymen who were rushing towards them. In an instant, the sky was filled with the shadows of spears.

The sound of weapons clashing sounded like firecrackers.

A cavalryman dropped his weapon when he made contact with the big gun in his hand, and was shot through the chest.

Another man's thigh was spattered with blood, and he stumbled back due to the force. Another man's left leg bone was shattered by the tail of the gun, and he fell from his horse screaming.

The other eleven Black Wind Village players also charged forward with howls and screams.

Each transformed into a small muscled tyrant, using ferocious means such as grappling, swordsmanship, and wrestling to defeat more than a dozen cavalrymen.

This kind of wild and brave fighting style without regard for oneself has always been the style of the warriors of Black Wind Village.

There is only one female player among them, and her fighting style is completely different.

But seeing that his movement was like lightning, the long sword in his hand passed over the hoofs of the horses like lightning, causing the horses to scream and fall in pain. In the blink of an eye, the long sword in his hand stabbed a famous knight in the hall with precision.

On the middle, Adam's apple, Tanzhong, Dantian, bladder and many other points, flowers of blood spattered, which was extremely vicious and vicious.

But in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Mongolian warriors didn't even have time to send out an emergency notice, and their bodies were lying on the ground, their blood splattered on the yellow sand.

At the same time, a large number of Black Wind Village players and Bahuang disciples who had been idle for a long time in the distance seemed to have received some command signal. The crowd spread out and formed a military line covering the plain.

Banging their swords and shouting to kill, they approached the Mongolian military camp.

Such a sudden scene immediately frightened many people from all over the world who came from all over the world to watch, and they all watched at a loss, or even joined in the shouting process with false pretense.

In the distance in the sky, two large birds were circling and flying.

Jiang Dali Yuan Tingyue stood on the back of the magic eagle, his cloak behind his back flapping in the strong wind, his eyes calmly overlooking the military line pushing towards the Mongolian military camp on the plain below.

The current situation is like playing chess.

He has taken the first step, sending his soldiers across the river to further stimulate the opponent's nerves.

Now, it depends on whether the other party is determined to fight or to negotiate...

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Chapter completed!