In the early morning, the rising sun is rising, and a new day is coming.

Outside the Lingqiu Valley city wall, the Chiluo tribe army lined up outside the valley, and another day of fierce fighting was about to begin.

The leader of the Chiluo tribe, Chiluo Ting, rode a horse and hung a knife, came to the front of the Chiluo tribe's warrior camp. As he grew older, his face was already wrinkled, but his eyes were shining with bright light. Chiluo Ting was an ambitious old man, a person who was unwilling to be ordinary.

"The warriors of the Chiluo tribe! You are the pride of the Chiluo tribe! The Chiluo tribe is proud of you. What should we dominate the entire Dai County and unify the Wuhuan tribe of the entire Dai County of Youzhou?"

In the mobilization before the war, on a new day, Chi Luoting's old and thick voice sounded again.

"Eliminate all those who resist the Chiluo tribe! Kill all enemies who dare to provoke the Chiluo tribe!"

Tens of thousands of warriors of the Chiluo tribe shouted in unison, and their momentum was swinging across the sky.

"Okay! Very good! As long as you break through the city wall in front of you, the Murong tribe will be the sheep exposed to our eyes. Kill all their men and snatch all their women. In the city wall that blocks our progress, there are tens of thousands of young and beautiful women waiting for you to conquer. Do you want it?"

Chi Luoting's eyes were full of cold light, and the lust was undoubtedly exposed. This old man was also a lustful person. He actually used this method to stimulate morale, and of course the effect was surprisingly good. As Chi Luoting shouted that the siege began, tens of thousands of warriors of the Chi Luo tribe were like wild beasts in heat, swarming towards the low city wall with no chance, and having a bandit temperament that specialized in fighting the family and robbing the house and forcing the women of the people.

The warriors of the Chiluo tribe screamed one by one. In an instant, the sound of killing sounds spread everywhere, gradually spreading to the low city wall at the entrance of the valley. The Lingqiu Valley was also in a state of power. The sound of killing sounds shook the sky, but the sound of killing sounds shook the sky was mixed with the roar of the old man, the woman's scream, and the child's scream.

Not long after the siege began, Chi Luoting was looking at the fierce and fearless warriors, who were fighting to the top of the city and began to fight with the Murong tribe on the city, a little coach came to Chi Luoting, muttered a few words, Chi Luoting suddenly burst into laughter.

"Haha! God helps me! God helps me! The Murong tribe who overestimates himself is really arrogant. I think the Wuhuan tribe in this county is the world of his Murong tribe? He will actually rob the camp at night and attack the coalition forces of the tribe alliance that even I am afraid of at night. Na Yanxiong, the rat, will die if he dies! But I have to say that the little guy in the Forced Tribe, Ku Lixiong, has some methods to eliminate Na Yanxiong in this way and take the position of leader of the alliance. He has some methods and is a talent."

"Big leader! What should we do next? Do we need to send troops to wipe out the troops of the tribal alliance?" The little coach said excitedly.

"No need for the time being. The current primary goal is to break through Lingqiu Valley and completely wipe out the Murong tribe. The Murong tribe attacked the Alliance tribe at night. Although the Alliance tribe suffered heavy losses and nearly half of the casualties, the war still had more than 10,000 troops. We should not attack rashly. As long as we capture Lingqiu Valley, we are gathering a large army to wipe out the Alliance tribe. At that time, the army is approaching, and Dai County of Youzhou will be the world of my Chiluo tribe."

Chi Luoting looked full of pride, and he stroked his long white beard with joy, with a slightly thoughtful look, and asked Xiaoshuai beside him: "Where are the soldiers and horses of the Murong tribe?"

"Report to the leader! The Murong tribe attacked the tribe alliance at night. Although it severely damaged the alliance tribe, it also suffered a lot of casualties. At this time, the new leader of the tribe alliance, Tu Lixiong, was leading the army of the tribe alliance to chase and encircle the Murong tribe. According to the Ma Lai newspaper, Yan Rong was leading the seven thousand remaining soldiers, wandering around, avoiding the pursuit of the tribe alliance."

"Okay! OK! OK! Since they are still killing each other! We should fill in the firewood and capture Lingqiu Valley as soon as possible." Chi Luoting sneered and ordered the little coach beside him: "Go and send my orders to the 15,000 Chi Luo warriors stationed in Pingshu too! Today, I will capture Lingqiu Valley in one fell swoop and shock my Chi Luo tribe's might."

"Drop them too? Big leader! What should we do if the safety of the population of our Chiluo tribe?" Xiaoshuai asked in confusion.

"It's okay! Isn't our Chiluo tribe still 20,000 reserve troops, which are a little older and have greatly reduced combat power? Just let them garrison the Chiluo tribe. I guess that tribe alliance dares not invade the tribe group of our Chiluo tribe unless they are impatient. As for the Murong tribe, they have become the ones who run away with their heads in their heads, and they have no ability to invade the tribe group of our Chiluo tribe. Since they dare to go, the 20,000-year-old veterans are not a good meal! Eating their seven thousand remaining soldiers will be defeated. No matter how brave Yan Rong is, he can still fight with one enemy. Even if he is squeezing him with a 20,000 back troops, he will be exhausted to death even if he is squirting and drowning him."

"Yes! Big leader! I'll go and mobilize the troops."

The little coach buried his head and retreated, and soon disappeared into the crowd, galloping wildly, heading towards Pingshu.

At noon, Lingqiu Valley, the Chiluo tribe army that was sieging the city had already retreated like a tide, and stopped, stationed quietly outside the city, waiting for the arrival of reinforcements.

On the city wall, Murong Xue wiped the blood on her pretty face, looked at the Chiluo tribe army under the city, looked at the distant sky from afar, and said to herself: "Brother Yan Rong, when will you come back? We are almost unable to hold on."

He Song, who was beside him, opened his mouth and swallowed the words on his mouth. The mouse eyes turned around and a strange light appeared and retreated faintly. He Song was also a little desperate at this time. Just now, he even had the idea of ​​opening the door and offering surrender. But when he thought that he had no one to command, he might not even be able to open the city gate with his own small body. The evil thoughts he had slowly suppressed them back. Now he has begun to consider how he should escape if the Chiluo tribe breaks through the Lingqiu Valley and escape from this disaster. What kind of bullshit faith, bullshit morality, bullshit grace, or his own life is important.

At this moment, between the southeastern sky, rolling smoke and dust floated, covering the sky and the sun, and a line of black lines gradually came into view. As time went by, the black lines gradually became thicker and larger, and the dull sound of horse hooves gradually sounded, and the earth shook violently.

"Are the reinforcements of the Chiluo tribe?"

Many people from the Murong tribe had a look of despair in their eyes.

The soldiers guarding the city and the people of the Murong tribe were all in a mess and noisy sound.

"Brother Yan Rong! It's Brother Yan Rong! Brother Yan Rong has led the warriors of Murong tribe back."

At this moment, a soft cry sounded, and Murong Xue's cry seemed to be a calming agent. All the people from the Murong tribe calmed down and quietly watched the iron hoof torrent gradually approaching the northeast sky.

In front of the iron hooves, a general was the first, with golden armor, golden boots, a tie on his temples, and a red cloak floating in the wind. The general, a snow-white snow-stepped BMW under his crotch, held a black python spear surrounded by black light, with a cold and majestic face.

"Yan Rong? It's the war god Yan Rong. He led our warriors back."

"The God of War is back, we are saved."

“We are saved.”

One by one, the voices sounded, and the people of the Murong tribe cheered, and some women even cried excitedly. The name of Yan Rong was as great as a god. Just calling his name boosted the morale of the entire Murong tribe. They believed that this young man was a great hero, sent by the gods to save the Murong tribe.

"What? Is Yan Rong? He led the army back. What should we do?"

"Yan Rong is still alive! Has he not been killed by the army of the tribal alliance?"

"How did the Murong Tribe escape? Aren't the tribe alliance encircling them?"

The same exclamation continued to sound in the Chiluo tribe. Some timid people even heard that the "God of War" Yan Rong had already begun to try to escape timidly.

"How can you panic? Yan Rong led only a group of soldiers who were defeated. They were already full of energy. The 15,000 army of our Chi Luo tribe was on the way. No matter how many Yan Rong was, he was tragically killed by the sword."

Seeing that it was the Murong tribe's troops led by Yan Rong, Chi Luoting felt panic, but in an instant he recovered, scolding the somewhat panicked Warrior Chi Luo, raised the horse-backed scimitar in his hand, pointed directly at the people running towards the Murong tribe, and roared loudly: "Kill! Stop them for me! The 15,000 troops of our Chi Luo tribe are about to arrive. At that time, we can join forces and kill them all. We must use the blood of the Murong tribe to wash away their disrespect to our Chi Luo tribe. Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

With Chi Luoting's order, outside the Lingqiu Valley, eight thousand warriors of the Chi Luo tribe jumped onto the war horses, waved the scimitar in their hands, and screamed and killed them in the direction of the Yanrong army.

Looking at the Lingqiu Valley getting closer and closer, the people of the Chiluo tribe gradually approaching, Yan Rong sneered, held up the black python spear in his hand, and shouted: "The powerful enemy is right in front of us, we meet on a narrow road."

"The brave wins."

The seven thousand warriors behind Yan Rong shouted in unison.

"For our loved ones."

"Kill them all."

"For our women."

"Kill them all."

“For our descendants.”

"Kill them all."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The seven thousand warriors of Murong tribe roared and roared, and rushed straight into the sky, directly covering the shouts of the Chiluo tribe.
Chapter completed!