The air gradually solidifies.

Mahamu now understood that the Ming Dynasty, to be precise, the little emperor of the Ming Dynasty was simply disgusting him.

Everyone knows that as the Khan of the Oirat, Mahamu could not be a loyal dog of the Ming Dynasty, so everyone subconsciously thought that the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty could not be self-righteous in setting up the emperor's charter to ask or order the grassland people to do something.

But the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty did that, and he did it so much that you had nothing to say.

Who made you the King of Shunning of the Ming Dynasty?

Mahamu was so angry that he turned around and wanted to leave, and he heard Sheng Yong sighing behind him.

"Sining King Shunning is determined to rebel despite the lives of millions of people in the Onan River camp, don't blame the general for serving the emperor and killing the unjust ministers."

Mahamu looked back in shock and gritted his teeth.

"What do you mean?"

"Although I don't know when King Shunning received the military information of the old camp, I guess it's been a lot of days. Do you think the old camp of the Onan River is still there?"

Sheng Yong looked directly at Mahamu's eyes and said with a clanging word: "I don't know, but I guess, even if I resist, how long can the two ten thousand households stop me, Yan King of the Ming Dynasty?

If King Shunning insists on resisting the order, don’t blame me for leading 40,000 Erlang. I will fight with King Shunning here. I will guarantee that King Shunning alone will not be able to take him back to the old camp!

When His Highness of Yan captured the Old Camp of the Ononhe River and heard King Shunning’s rebellion and took his anger at the people of King Shunning, no one else would blame him.”

"You can't scare me!"

Mahamu grabbed Sheng Yong's armor and lifted the latter up with his armor with great force.

"Death can't scare the children of Changshengtian."

Sheng Yong let Mahamu hold him up, and fortunately he even looked down at Mahamu with pleasure.

Just a little girl, I will take about 200 kilograms of armor with me, so I will see how long you can lift it.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

As soon as the anger in his heart disappeared, Mahamuk felt that his arm was a little difficult, and he puffed his cheeks and held on for a while, then threw Sheng Yong down and turned around and said, "Since you don't want to give way, then see if my knife is sharp or not."

"Don't drink two drinks before leaving?"

"Send you to the road first, drive."

After slapping the dust on his butt, Sheng Yong chuckled and turned over the horse, dragging it for another half an hour.

"Not negotiated?"

After Mahamu returned to the formation, he knew the result without asking.

"You and I know that it is impossible to negotiate."

Mahamu regained his calmness at this time, narrowed his eyes and looked at the Ming army formation at the end of his sight, and whispered: "Our army rushed from the Us River for more than a hundred miles before it came here. It would not take this half hour to recover its strength? Next, it will be the real deadly raid."

After a pause, Mahamu called his own army to fix himself and the war horse, then pulled off a scimitar in his hand and pulled the horse forward.

"The men of immortality have ushered in the biggest crisis in the prairie. Our relatives, women and children are located in the Old Camp of the Onon River, facing the wars of the southerners. We must fight back and save them, but the Ming army cannot allow us to retreat, so they sent an intercepting army.

Right in front of you, this is the most elite cavalry of the Ming Dynasty. They have strong armor and sharp swords. Relying on the advantages of military armor, we have not taken advantage of once in the prairie within more than ten times we have fought with them.

However, even so, we have no way out. Once the old camp is destroyed and we go down, our children who live in immortality will be starved to death in this vast grassland and will be frozen to death by the winter blizzard. Therefore, once we retreat because of fear, that is the real death.

A warrior, a descendant of immortality, should die on the road to charge, and under the cold blade, rather than helplessly dying under the sky!

I will be the first to charge at the Ming army, and I will be the first to die on the road to charge. I will not retreat. Once you find that I have stopped moving forward, even if you want to retreat, you can cut me with a knife and save me with arrows!"

He snatched the horse and neighed, Mahamu held up his scimitar and shouted: "Kill!"

"kill!"

Nearly 100,000 grassland coalition forces launched a desperate charge towards the Ming army and a charge with no way out.

However, in front of the Ming army, Sheng Yong did not carry out pre-war encouragement because the army behind him did not need verbal encouragement.

This army is more indifferent to war and death than his master.

"This grassland coalition is full of young athletes, and has just retreated from the battlefield. It is an elite force who is almost dead and still alive."

Sheng Yong solemnly sorted out the battle helmet above his head and smiled brightly.

"I'm fighting against elites!"

The flag falls and the troops move.

The bright blue sky faded at this moment, and the sky collected dark clouds to cover her eyes and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Hundreds of thousands of horse hooves fell to the ground at the same time, carrying muddy thunder and flying mud, and charging for their respective goals.

It's close.

It's approaching!

It's approaching!!

Finally, two torrents collided fiercely!

No roar, no whisper, no scream.

The heaven and earth are completely lost, and the space seems to be still.

Then, the sound of metal impact that was enough to shatter the eardrums exploded.

"Press the spear!"

A Ming army was roaring.

"kill!"

Thousands of cavalry who charged in the second wave responded, stepping on the bodies of their companions and grassland people, stepping on the enemy and our enemies who had not had time to turn over, and all fell down the cold spear in their hands pointing to the sky. The sharp edges pierced the north wind, forming a suffocating forest of death, and stabbed into the grassland people's military formation, bringing out blood mist like rain.

Countless grassland children were pushed to the sky by huge force like wearing gourds, followed by blood and internal organs that were drifting like rain.

"Die for me!"

Mahamu's eyes were chaotic, and the steel knife in his hand drew a cold arc in the air, slashing at Sheng Yong's neck angrily. This knife brought him the determination to die if he could not win!

"Come!"

Sheng Yong responded angrily, and the tiger roared and raised his strength to greet him.

"when!"

The sharp and sharp sound of gold and iron clashing made people feel disgusting. Sheng Yong suffered a loss because he was not as strong as Mahamu. The long sword in his hand could not bear such a violent impact and broke it in the waist. The sharp scimitar in Mahamu's hand was still fast and swept towards Sheng Yong fiercely. However, due to the impact, the scimitar cut at Sheng Yong's neck changed direction, and slashed from Sheng Yong's shoulder blades, all the way to his lower abdomen!

"Ah! Have fun!"

Sheng Yong opened his eyes wide open and shouted to the sky. Although he had no vitality, he still stared at Mahamu.

Mahamu had barely taken a breath, pulled out his knife, and when he was facing him, a steel spear had already stabbed him.

Mahamu, who was fixed on the war horse, smiled a little.

"Eternal Heaven..."
Chapter completed!