Chapter 88 Prologue

The night wind is bleaking, the shadows of trees are full of blood, the bones are full of blood, the bones are turned into mountains, the blood stains the earth red, the river is integrated into the river, the gurgling is poured into the torrential Congo River, the lonely night moon silver hooks, stained with tragic loneliness, dark clouds surround, black pressure, sometimes covering a moment of dazzling.

"The desolation of victory, the tragedy of defeat!"

The bones everywhere, the gurgling bloodshed, all proved this tragic and tragic night, the sobs in the trees, the sound of surging water, and the faint sound of golden knives in the distance...

This battlefield is terrible and silent, and there is a melodious, swallowing sigh in the high night sky...

Hold my spear and be angry!

Crithe my sword and kill all the scorpion!

Put on my armor, it's sad and miserable!

Ride my war horse and run all over the world!

......

Sprinkle my blood and move forward!

The faint sighs and generous tragic songs are silent, adding a little desolation to the tragic night sky.

In the clouds of the sky, a young man with white clothes and red pupils. His clothes are bleak and fluttering in the wind. A jade flute in his hand comes from bursts of sadness. This generous song of war comes from here.

At the end of the song, the young man stood with his hands back and looked down at the four fields. He sighed, "In another 300 years... the real crisis is coming! From then on, the war on the mainland kicked off, and the endless battle lasted until 300 years later..."

The song is finally scattered, and the style is flying like white silk, gradually reflecting into the clouds...

It's another sunny morning. The bright morning light sprinkles all over the earth, and the green leaves are sparkling and delicate. This is a dense forest, and the terrain is extremely flat enough to gallop.

Kowloon was the first horse, running non-stop, and the sound of killing in the distance was faint. When he entered this dense forest about ten miles, Jiulong suddenly stopped his horse and crotch. The majestic war horse suddenly raised its front hoof and hissed up to the sky. Everyone took the Kowloon horse as the leader, and they immediately stopped.

"General, the pursuers won't come again!" Nalan Ji Rentai looked up and glanced at the terrain. The tall shrubs covered the sky and the ground was overgrown with weeds. All kinds of such plants were sandwiched in it, completely covering the whole vision.

"God helps me, God helps me!" Jiulong observed the environment here, and then sighed for a long time. Such a region confuses vision and hearing, and even if the enemy has three heads and six arms, he can't kill in.

Slowly, Jiulong turned his head and looked at the bloody troops behind him. The abandoned armored army had been sharply reduced from 5,000 to less than 1,000. Their armor was stained with the enemy and their own blood everywhere, and their horses were cracked.

"Oro Tatison, immediately integrate the team, count the number of people, find the stationing place, camp, and rest the whole army!" Jiulong immediately gave the order to rest, and then he added, "Remember, soldiers and horses will not leave their hands, so as not to encircle and clean up the enemy!"

"Yes!" Euro Tatison took the order and immediately turned his horse's head and began to control the army. He rested in place. The soldiers stayed up all night and did not drip water. They were already exhausted and exhausted. At this time, as soon as it was rested, it immediately collapsed like a mountain, completely disintegrated.

The sergeants bandaged each other's wounds, hunted for food, and looked for water. In a while, they had set up a simple pot stove, and the fragrance permeated the whole dense forest. The sergeants enjoyed the bright sunshine after the downpour, and some even fell asleep.

They sat together three or five times, looking at each other's bloody armor, with silent sadness in their hearts. When will such a war end, but they don't know that the real war has just begun!

The so-called defeat fell like a mountain, and the 20,000 Laren iron riders who went on an expedition to the Tes tribe in Chicago disappeared overnight. The front general fought unfavorably, and the front army was completely disintegrated. Most of the generals rushed out of the siege, and Kowloon was only one of them. Originally, the power led by Jiulong was the most powerful, but the enemy bit their tails and refused to let go. As they retreated, they damaged their soldiers. Until this dense forest, they had run out of food and suffered countless casualties.

The sergeants were resting, but only Kowloon led ten guards, as well as the general Nalan Ji Rongtai, and the centurion patrolled everywhere to survey the terrain and prevent trouble before it.

Kowloon strolled in the desolate dense forest and shook the dragon's sword and waved the weeds on the ground from time to time. Nalan Jirentai followed closely and helped Kowloon overcome the thorns and open the way. Ten guards worked together, and in a while, they began to open up a large area.

So, the soldiers quickly helped the wounded in and sat on the soft straw mat. Then they closed their eyes. The soldiers set up a stove with weapons and swords, and the round shields were really good tools for cooking meat. Until then, they could rest peacefully.

Kowloon looked at the soldiers who fell to the ground, and their hearts were desolate. Their painful moans stimulated Jiulong's already numb nerves all the time. Ten guards also rested, and the general Nalan Jirentai also fell asleep. Euro Tattisson walked with Kowloon. Both of them were expressionless, mourning for the dead sergeant and regretted the living sergeant.

Oro Tatison saw Kowloon's face as gloomy as water, and his eyes flashed with unbearable expressions from time to time. He slowly said, "Brother Jiu... Do you want to report on the current situation of our army!"

"Say it!" Kowloon said feebly.

"From the time when there were only 3,000 cavalry left to break through the siege, the enemy chased and attacked all the way. Our army gradually suffered casualties. At this time, there were few left, and most of them were injured, and the army no longer had any fighting power!" Euro Tatison narrated slowly, and in the end, his own voice was low and powerless.

"Just tell me how many people there are!" Jiulong knows everything, and he can feel Europa Tatison's mood at this time. Jiulong's sadness is the failure of this war, the collapse of 20,000 iron riders, and more strategic vision. However, Euro Tatison is completely different. What he values is the life-and-death friendship between his comrades-arms and the friendship between brothers.

"850!" Euro Tatison closed his eyes painfully and said nothing more.

Suddenly, Jiulong understood that he knew what he was going to do next, guarding the living sergeants, praying for their dead comrades, and letting their souls pass through the Tonas Grand Canyon, across the wide land, mountains, stepping into the hot land of Leren, returning to their hometown, and returning to their roots...

"Oro Tatison, you can also go to rest and refresh yourself. Now there are only 850 people left in our army, and we are alone and run out of food. Chicago Titus's army will definitely sweep the mountains and forests and never suffer. The next battle may be more difficult!" Kowloon turned around and walked away alone.

"Hmm!" Euro Tatison looked at the depressed back of Kowloon and couldn't tell what it was like...

Looking at all the sergeants resting in place and falling into a deep sleep, Jiulong also slowly sat down. He sat cross-legged. "Dilong Road" slowly, and the exhausted true qi slowly recovered. The Kowloon treasure elephant was solemn and golden. Even during the day, the heat he emitted was not inferior to the hot sun above the sky. .

In a whole cycle, Jiulong slowly opened his eyes, and the magnificent true qi swam through his whole body. All the exhaustion swept away. Jiulong brushed his eyes, and an inch of heroic light flashed away and returned to calm down. Jiulong was full of strength. Then he closed his eyes and quietly thought about where to go in the future.

Wait for the 500,000 Leren army to suppress the border and return to the team again; or, fight separately, cultivate your own strength, and prepare for the future trip to the Great North Sea.

Where to go? Jiulong thought over and returned to Lailun's army. This was a logical thing, and there were women he cared about, serving the Lailen tribe. Perhaps, when he made great achievements in battle, he triumphantly greeted his bride, or his own armed forces, waiting for Mesomea to come to look for him. Myself.

Involuntarily, Jiulong recalled the beautiful face of Mesomea, that beautiful time... Jiulong's lips trembled gently, "Mesomea, are you okay? I asked you to go to the Great North Ocean to wait for me. Have you escaped? You are weak, my only weakness, dear, you should cherish..."

Only when you have strong power and powerful power in your hand, all unreachable problems will be solved. This is the rule given by nature to creatures, survival of the fittest, and survival of the fittest. But this continent is more cruel and bloody, ** reality.

Strength - the strong are respected!

From then on, Kowloon's desire for power began to expand...

PS: Brothers, starting from the prologue chapter, "The Strongest Chief of Time Travel" is also a real beginning. The protagonist fights to fight and calm the world. First-level promotion, excellent cultivation, wise mind, brave courage... In a word, the protagonist is an artistic heroic figure, with thousands of glory, pure feelings, tragic battles, strong cultivation, witty strategy, bold strategy, artistic life, until the perfect ending.

The prologue is the prologue of the mainland war, the prologue of the protagonist's competition for the world, the prologue of the overall situation of the book, the prologue of the conspiracy, the prologue of everything starting from scratch...

Lubei, please support me, express my opinions, improve this book, and jointly complete this artistic writing that I think is perfect. Finally, hey! Everyone knows the collection of red tickets. ❤❤