The roar was like thunder, and the explosions resounded throughout the sky.

Lu Bu took the lead, pointing his halberd forward, "Kill, kill!"

In the vast wilderness, two majestic torrents accumulated maximum energy, carrying wind and thunder all over the sky, roaring from the east and west directions, and collided with each other!

The sky and the earth suddenly lost color, the originally gray sky suddenly began to darken, and dark clouds gathered.

"Rumble..."

Thunder exploded in the sky.

"Rumble..."

The torrent on the ground roared louder, like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking, and the killing sound rising into the sky instantly drowned out the bursts of thunder from the sky.

War horses are galloping, neighing, trampling, soldiers are shouting, fighting, and flying together with the long arrows in the sky. Although the accents of both sides are different, they all represent the same meaning: "Kill..."

In this land, the Han people represented by Lu Bu and the Kushan people represented by Angu once again came into close contact after Banchao. Both sides burst out with sweat and blood, struggled, collided, and released huge emotions.

With all their energy, they try to pin the opponent down, ruthlessly ravage the opponent, and completely defeat the opponent.

In a short period of time, nearly a thousand people on both sides fell completely and disappeared among the rolling hooves of horses...

Lu Bu killed through the Kushan formation, suddenly vibrated Fang Tian's painted halberd in the air, and the blood and residual flesh flew out, and issued an order, "Reorganize the queue, reorganize the queue..."

Yun Er also followed suit and shook the flesh and bones on the iron rod. But what he didn't know was that there were scales on the long handle of Lu Bu Fangtian's painted halberd. Even if it was stained with flesh and blood, it would still remain intact.

The friction force, but the iron rod in Yun's hand did not have these lines, and he almost flew out of his hand with a shake...

Anggu was very surprised, surprised by the strong resilience of the Han people, but he still believed that victory should still belong to him. He even believed that the Han people were fighting for their lives before night. When night fell, the Han people would have no choice but to run for their lives.

, so he turned his horse's head, roared shrilly, and organized the formation again, "Kill, kill them, don't let the Han people go!"

The sky was getting dark, the clouds were rolling, and it was obvious that there would be a thunderstorm.

During the Little Ice Age, cold fronts repeatedly oppressed the warm climate, and the humidity and warmth naturally rebounded from time to time. Under the violent intersection of the two sides, winter thunder naturally appeared.

Just when the two sides were preparing to form an array for combat again, the first bolt of lightning struck down, attracting the attention of many people. Soon, these people couldn't look away...

Because in the light of falling lightning, a flag suddenly appeared on the edge of the battlefield. It was so dark that it was not clear what kind of flag it was, what words were written on it, and what patterns were drawn on it, but it was indeed a flag.

The appearance of the flag means that a new unit has arrived and will join the battlefield.

"General! People from the south! Our reinforcements must be here..."

The Kushan soldiers suddenly burst into cheers, their morale was high, and shouts and shouts were heard everywhere.

Ang Gu nodded with satisfaction, "Come, come and take a look. If the people from Nu Qiang arrive, let them join the battlefield as soon as possible and eliminate this group of Han people!"

The Kushan soldiers excitedly ran towards the direction of the flag. As they got closer, with the help of the remaining light, they vaguely identified the appearance of the Qiang people. After a distance, they shouted and shouted at the group of Qiang people.

The people issued Ungu's order.

This group of Qiang people seemed to understand, and began to urge their horses to gallop forward.

Kushan's messenger shouted with a smile, and excitedly rode his horse close to the Qiang people, preparing to point out the direction of attack to the Qiang leader. However, he saw a strange smile on the Qiang people's faces, and lightning flashes from time to time.

The thunder was full of strangeness.

Before the Kushan soldiers could figure out what was going on, they were chopped off by the "Qiang leader". At almost the same time, several other Kushan soldiers were also hacked to death or stabbed to death...

The Qiang leader shouted in a deep voice: "Change the flag!"

A Qiang man agreed, took out a flag from his arms, then pulled off the flag that was originally attached to the gun shaft, and threw it on the ground.

The war horses galloped past, trampling the original flag into the mud...

A new flag was hung above the gun barrel. Although it was hung temporarily and was a little crooked, every stroke on the flag still gave off a desolate atmosphere!

"Chinese"!

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In Dunhuang City, Li Ru turned his head to look at the stormy sky, watching the faint flashes of lightning on the horizon, then lowered his eyes, stretched out two thin fingers with exposed veins, picked up a white piece, and dropped it on the chessboard.

On top, while blocking one of the black dragon's air holes, it also connected two white holes.

Amidst the faint wind and thunder, the black and white colors on the chessboard seemed to be transformed into black and white soldiers, roaring, twisting, and slashing in the vast sky and earth, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and corpses everywhere.
Chapter completed!