Ligu is about to face a catastrophe, and Maolong, not far from this place, is also the sadness of the rabbit and the fox.

Many families in the city fled north while the city had not yet been closed.

Just like in the past, the scholars rushed north in the Spring and Autumn Period, and looked like a broken dog.

These people, for many years, no longer feared the Iron Cavalry of the Northern Liang Dynasty and were punished:

The Northern Liang Iron Cavalry, but that’s it!

When they really fight, they run faster than the other.

I wish my parents could have two more legs.

Dong Zhuo personally led 8,000 cavalrymen to run day and night to Maolong.

In fact, from the beginning, this Beimang general was ready to abandon Legu.

He is known as Fatty Dong, but he doesn't look very fat.

Moreover, quite strong.

Take the lead.

In front, there are constantly a ranger coming to report on military information.

The crow clan under Dong Zhuo is firmly ranked first among the eighty clans of Beimang.

Eight thousand elite cavalrymen with the most powerful momentum.

Dong Zhuo habitually knocked his teeth, and haze appeared in his eyes.

Two quarters of an hour later, no one in the 100 crows returned.

Finally, a rider galloped over.

Full of blood.

Crossbow arrows were inserted on the back.

Dong Zhuo quickly whipped, blocking him from turning over and getting off the horse and said:

"No need to dismount, sit and say."

The dying crow was covered in blood at the corner of his mouth and tried his best to pronounce it clearly:

"Three miles ahead, there are heavy troops ambushing!"

After saying that, he was dying of anger.

Dong Zhuo stretched out his arms and held the body, preventing him from falling off the horse's back.

He let out a long breath, clenched his fists, and raised his arm.

The whole army was in a state of solemnity.

The fighting spirit is high.

Dong Zhuo held his troops unmoved.

A big banner with the character Dong is roaring in the wind.

In front, also known as gourd mouth.

The two ends are vast and the middle is narrow.

One hundred crows must have died there.

Four Thousand Dragon and Elephant Army.

Eight thousand Dong Zhuojun.

The two armies confronted each other.

In front of the formation, a boy in black was holding two crow corpses in his hand.

Before launching the charge, he threw the body in his hand high towards Dong Zhuo.

After falling to the ground, it fell into two pools of mud.

Such provocation made all the 8,000 cavalrymen behind the Dong banner gritted their teeth.

These old soldiers who had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time held tightly in their hands.

Once they hedge against each other and form formations intertwined, they would have a little more chance of killing in the morning.

And the chance to survive.
Chapter completed!