Even in their rapid pursuit, these black-clad figures give people a very elegant feeling.
The knight's charge represents strength and brings a sense of grandeur and vastness.
Yet this group of knights, while possessing a grandeur that is in no way inferior to anyone else's, also possesses a delicate beauty.
They are able to do this because they have developed a kind of tacit understanding, a kind of wordless communication.
No matter how far away they were, all the commanders who noticed the situation here were shocked and lost their color.
Thousands of people, thousands of horses, their performance was as if one person and one horse.
What a realm it is, an invincible realm that exists only in legend.
No matter how hard a team trains, even if they are tightly bound together for ten years, it is absolutely impossible to reach this level.
This army has thousands of men and thousands of horses.
They represent thousands of distinct hearts.
Besides, horses are ignorant, and wanting them to reach the same level as humans is simply a foolish fantasy.
As if at arm's length, this sentence represents the highest state of troop training.
However, truly wanting to command troops at will and letting them move according to one's own thoughts is just a beautiful dream and wish.
However, the troops in front of us have shown the highest ideal state that a troop can achieve.
Thousands of people act in unison, and from a distance, it is a delightful sight.
They give people an illusion that the knights in the gallop are not a team composed of thousands of people, but a continuous action of one person.
"Hurry, hostages..."
Duomulü slowly regained his composure from the shock, raised his voice and shouted with all his might.
The Huns soldiers who were withdrawing to both sides immediately stopped in their tracks and turned around to run towards the hostages.
The knights' movements suddenly accelerated, and they actually increased their speed by another line on the basis of having already reached the extreme speed of ordinary horses.
A mournful cry came from both sides, and the Huns who were unable to dodge in time were trampled by the galloping horses and killed.
His face turned from white to green, and he could now be sure that this unknown unit from who-knows-where was definitely trying to rescue the hostages.
It's just that I made a miscalculation at one point and committed this heinous crime.
In his heart, no matter where these people came from, as long as they trampled those hostages to death under the hooves.
So whether Liu Zhengyun was willing or not, the 50,000 soldiers of the Huang Long Military had no choice but to fight them to the death.
This plan of killing two birds with one stone actually had no flaws.
If it were another team at this distance, it would be absolutely impossible to avoid harming those already paralyzed hostages.
But he never expected that what he was facing was such an unprecedented army.
"Ah..."
A shrill cry suddenly came from among the hostages.
He stared intently for a moment, his face looking even more unsightly after a few minutes.
His reaction was still quick, and some of the soldiers received his order, turning around and running back into the middle of the hostages.
One of them raised his saber in hand and shouted loudly, wanting to take these hostages again.
However, a long arrow pierced through the air and deeply penetrated his throat.
A mighty force lifted this man high into the air, carrying him further and further away until he finally fell to the ground a few hundred feet away.
The power of this arrow caused Di Mu's face to change color once again.
He knew it, he finally knew the number and origin of this troop.
Under the vast sky, there is only one person who can shoot an arrow with such power.
Zhe Bie——one of the Black Flag Army's signboards, this strange person who is famous for his divine archery skills in the world, actually appeared here.
So, the origin of this team is clear at a glance.
"Xu... Hai... Feng, how are you here? Haven't the Kaisar people arrived yet?"
The corners of his mouth were muttering and moving slightly.
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The generals of the Yellow Dragon Corps looked at everything that happened in front of them with surprise and wonder.
They suddenly burst into a loud and enthusiastic cheer.
A knight suddenly rode out and blocked the path of a charging army commander.
He stopped in his tracks, and everyone stared at him in shock and amazement.
It's not that they didn't dare to move forward, but at this time, these hostages were surrounded by the Black Armor Knights and they simply didn't dare make any moves that might be misinterpreted.
Otherwise, they would face not only these terrible knights but also the criticism and complaints of their colleagues.
The knight stretched out his hand and slowly removed the helmet from his head.
Under the helmet was a handsome young face with dark eyes that seemed to be veiled by a thin layer of gauze.
"General Liu..."
The sound of cheers came one after another, and in front of them was Liu Junshu, the most outstanding rising star recognized by the Liu family.
"Take me to see the Grand Marshal."
Looking at these joyful eyes, Liu Junshu nodded slightly and said loudly.
Without his orders, Liu Zhengyun had already rushed over when the Huanglong Army was in chaos.
At that time, he was also helpless and could only try his best to fulfill his duties.
Until Liu Junshu suddenly appeared in front of him, the big stone in his heart finally fell.
"I have seen the Great Leader." Liu Junshu said respectfully with a bow.
"Never mind, who are they?" Liu Zhengqin asked directly.
"Hei Qi Jun..." Liu Zhensheng did not conceal anything in his inquiry to Liu Junshu.
"Hei Qi Jun?" A cry of surprise escaped his lips as he gazed at the Black Flag Army, which was as imposing as a high mountain range, before turning back to look at Liu Junshu who was staring intently at him.
Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.
"Have you decided?"
It is...
"You... " Liu Zhengyun's words were laced with a hint of extreme disappointment and frustration: "Have you forgotten, your surname is Liu?"
"Your surname is Liu..."
These loud and clear words were like a sudden hailstorm in the sky, making Liu Junshu's heart jump with fright, with nowhere to hide.
He lowered his head, still with a hint of guilt in his heart, avoiding the gaze of the Grand Commander.
In his heart, a faint voice whispered: "Big brother, if you don't mind, let's become sworn siblings."
This sound grew from weak to strong, gradually filling his heart.
"It's already been decided." Liu Junshu lifted his head and met Liu Zhengyun's gaze once again.
His voice was firm and resolute, a determination that would not be swayed by the criticism of thousands.
Liu Zhengyun looked at him, and in his heart, he didn't know what kind of feeling it was. Even he had betrayed him. Was the Liu family's empire really going to be handed over to others?
"Great General, I have come with a request." Liu Junshu suddenly cupped his hands and said.
"You said." Liu Zhengyun asked subconsciously, staring at him blankly.
"I have come for the sake of this 50,000-strong Yellow Dragon Army." Liu Jun's eyes locked onto his counterpart, his tone was calm, but what he said was enough to move one's heart: "I want command of these 50,000 troops."
"What right?"
Contrary to expectations, Liu Zhengyun did not erupt in anger, but instead asked in a low voice.
"Strength and hostages."
The words from Liu Junshu's mouth were like a sharp steel knife that pierced deeply into his heart.
Liu Zheng looked at him, and his eyes showed a hint of unfamiliarity, as if he had just recognized this person.
"Haha......" Half a sound, he suddenly raised his head towards the sky, and a wisp of helpless laughter burst out from his mouth.
"Commander, you...?"
"Junshu, can you promise me one thing?" Liu Zhengyun stopped laughing and asked seriously.
He bowed deeply and said respectfully: "Commander, please give your orders."
"Avenge me." The voice that came out of his mouth, though hoarse, was very powerful and loud: "All generals listen, from this moment on, the commander-in-chief of the Yellow Dragon Army will be taken over by General Liu Junshu."
Everyone looked at each other in dismay, unsure why he wanted to make such a decision.
This hasty appointment is utterly improper and unorthodox.
But here is the battlefield, and Liu Zhengyun has the power to decide everything.
Moreover, Liu Junshu was originally one of the successors to the army in their hearts. This time, he led the crowd to rescue the hostages captured by the Xiongnu people. He took over at this time and place, although it was not in accordance with etiquette, but also no one objected.
"Follow me, Imperial Guards!" Liu Zhengyun suddenly shouted loudly, turned his horse's head and was about to leave.
"Leading..." Liu Junshu saw his intention and exclaimed.
Looking back with a faint smile, Liu Zhengyun's face had a calm and peaceful expression, the kind of smile that had let go of everything, without any worries: "Don't forget to avenge me..."
Having said that, he whipped his horse and rushed towards the central army, the most chaotic battlefield.
Behind him was Liu Zhengyun's elite troops, the two thousand Imperial Guards.
As he watched the back of his leader disappear into the distance, Liu Junshu's heart was filled with a thousand emotions.
He gritted his teeth, since he had already made the choice, then there was no need to regret it. Even if he regretted it now, there was no turning back for him.
"General Zhang, you lead your troops to replace the Black Flag Army." Liu Junshu pointed at a general and loudly instructed: "The families of our brothers are now in your hands."
It is...
That old man who had already entered his sixties bowed deeply and replied respectfully.
"Brothers, the Xiongnu are right in front of you, they have burned down your homes, slaughtered your parents and brothers, now...” Liu Jun's voice suddenly rose high into the clouds: “It's time for you to take revenge..."
He raised the silver gun in his hand high, under the gaze of 40,000 brave warriors of the Yellow Dragon Army - and it fell heavily.
The spearhead pointed at a distance, and it was the 10,000-strong Xiongnu reserve army.
"Kill..."
A thunderous roar burst forth from the mouths of those over 40,000 people.
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