Youzhou is very big.

Located in the northeast, it is a commercial metropolis, transportation center in the north, and a military important place guarded by heavy troops.

Chen Zhuo led tens of thousands of troops to the northern war zone.

The wind and waves along the way were calm and there were no ambush.

After four hours, in the dark night, I returned to the North when I stepped into the North. The wind was cold and the ground was covered with white frost.

When I left again, I saw snow.

The temperature here is around minus ten degrees Celsius year-round, covered with snow, and the seasons are not melting.

People who are not adapted to the northern climate will find it difficult to survive here.

Even if you adapt, under the long-term whiteness of the northern border, it will cause a lot of harm to your eyes.

Many soldiers who have retired from the North have any problems with their eyes.

The army was striding very quickly, and Chen Zhuo walked steadily and heavily with the ice crystal sword in his hand.

Suddenly, a loud bang.

Not far away, an avalanche surged in the snow-covered mountain.

"Form a formation!"

Chen Zhuo shouted coldly.

"ha!"

The army changes rapidly, forming circles of circles.

The killing army is at the center, the Tianfu Tiansha is second, and the Xuanwu army is facing the shield, in the outer circle.

The sound of clicking sounds constantly.

After condensing one by one, shields will be blocked from all directions and above the head.

Rumble...

The power of heaven is unpredictable.

A surging avalanche is coming.

"Ruke!"

A huge Xuanwu lay on the circular battle formation of the army.

The avalanche is finally here.

Countless white snow covered, as heavy as a tremendous amount.

Xuanwu was under tremendous pressure and his limbs were almost crushed to crawl down.

Every Xuanwu Army soldier's face turned red, and blood beads oozed out of his pores.

"Gun array, knife array, twisted!"

Rumble!

The loud noise started again.

Countless sword lights spread like a circular wheel.

When the shield above the head was retracted, the snow, ice, and rocks were all shattered.

The guns were filled with shadows and debris flew around.

The cold wind blew again and it fluttered and went to the distance.

"Killing Army, Charge!"

The war horses of the Killing Army could no longer bear it. After Shen Zhuo gave the order, a vacant appeared in the circular formation. The soldiers and horses of the Killing Army charged out of the vacant.

With a radius of five hundred meters, piercing back and forth.

There was no sign of people at all, only the red blood was left, seeping out.

After the killing army stopped, the blood had dyed everything around him red.

The cold wind became more and more bitter, and from the snow, a corpse wearing purple armor appeared.

"The Forbidden City is vulnerable in the northern border!"

Chen Zhuo waved coldly: "Continue to move forward."

This journey is destined to be uneasy.

The first battalion sentry was originally the guard of the Tiansha Army, but now the Forbidden City sentry is full of the Forbidden City.

"Tiansha Army, take back the camp sentry!"

"Here!"

The gun array reappears.

The sound of killing shook the sky.

When the camp gate was broken, it became a massacre.

Wanjun brought not many troops, but each one was the elite among the elite and was absolutely loyal to Chen Zhuo.

No matter what is ahead, they will continue to go all the way to death with an order!

The second battalion sentry, the third battalion sentry, the fourth battalion sentry, and the fifth battalion sentry!

Chen Zhuo led the army to break through the five levels that Xu Yi passed last year and broke even more easily.

Finally, the blood-filled army rushed to the Northern Prince's Mansion.

In front of me, a purple army, a cold light appeared, and the golden sword split the sky.

"You are Tianlong's soldiers. Who can give you the courage to stop me?"

"The king is held, and the country is in trouble. Your parents, wives and children will be displaced and suffer from the war!"

"Where have you thrown away the glory of the soldiers? The sin of rebellion will be engraved on the pillar of shame! Your blood relatives and family will be despised by everyone because of your stubbornness today!"

Chen Zhuo strides forward.

"My king!" the soldiers exclaimed one after another.

Chen Zhuo ignored it.

He took away the ice crystal sword, took off the black armor of Xuanwu, and carried his hands behind his back, and stood up like a mountain, heading towards the army.

"I King Chen Zhuo, twenty-four years ago, will be defeated by the building! I have been killed in the battlefield and covered with corpses!"

"Twenty-four years later, Tianlong is in danger of subversion. I will leave the northern border and help the southern border. I will be worthy of the Tianlong, the people, and the soldiers in the northern border!"

"No matter whether you are bewitched, or are determined to rebel, or just follow orders, you are the people of Tianlong and the warrior of Tianlong! Do you want to kill me? I am here!"

Chen Zhuo went further, and the army took a step back together.

They were shocked, they were panicked, they were awe, they were shivering!

"This is the northern border!"

"I, King Beizhao, Chen Zhuo!"

A strong wind swept through.

Heavy snow flies.

In early August of the 199th year of the Tianlong Calendar, Chen Zhuo, the king of Beizhao, yelled in front of the dense Forbidden City outside the Northern Palace: "Who dares to kill me!"

Click!

Lightning broke through the sky, illuminating the northern border in an instant like daylight, reflecting a terrified face.

Boom boom boom boom!

The steps were bursting, the sound of horse hooves was chaotic.

A large army rushed over from all directions.

"Xuanwu Army! Rescue the King!" Two iron tower-like figures ran wildly, and they were the two deputy commanders of the Xuanwu Army, the Xuanwu Gemini.

"Killing Army! Charge! Rescue the King!" The rolling iron cavalry was like a torrent, surging and trembling.

"The Wrathful Army of Heaven! Come and serve the king!" A huge sword was erected on top of the head and could be cut off at any time.

"Tiansha Army! Come and serve the king!" The gun shadows were heavy, and the spear with endless sharpness spread across the sky!

"The Fantasy Army! Three hundred and forty-two people! All the staff are in short supply, protect my king's safety!"

The hysterical sound echoed, but no one was seen.

As the only Rewu long-range attack legion, the Fantasy Nether Army never appears in front of the enemy easily, and their bullets are forged with special materials, similar to arrows.

Chen Xiaojun was so excited that he trembled all over: "Northern soldiers! I have been drinking ice for ten years, and my blood is hard to cool down!"

"Ten years of drinking ice, the blood will not cool down!"
To be continued...