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And in the same month, in the Eastern Land of Zhongzhou, a cavalry like a red tide marched through the gates of the imperial capital Tianqi City of the Ying Dynasty. The lion of the Eastern Land, the lord Ying Wuyi from the "Southern Barbarians" kingdom, rode directly towards the Taiqing Palace, standing tall without bowing at the steps. For the first time in seven hundred years, the emperor yielded under the sword and became a puppet in the hands of his ministers

Bimo Gan was momentarily taken aback, as the air was filled only with a heavy scent of burning and the smell of blood

Strong and noble achievements are valued while human life is despised, relying on a three-foot sword to conquer the world, the old and weak desire to survive yet end up in chaos, shedding blood in the wilderness, with dry bones piled upon one another

"Bimo Gan, do not be soft-hearted. Those who accomplish great things must possess the determination to do so. These individuals are no longer of any use to us; do not let blood cloud your vision, but rather look towards the future. The extermination of the Zhenyan tribe, you still do not know what a significant achievement we have accomplished. " The Ninth Prince twitched his nose, as if savoring the rich aroma of wine, "The scent in the wind reminds one of the era when the Iron Qin King galloped across this grassland, the new glorious era of the barbarian tribes is about to begin, isn't it?"

The Ninth Prince gazed at the moon, suspended alone in the zenith of the sky, and took a deep breath

The entire encampment is ablaze, casting a red glow across half of the night sky

The centurion bent over on horseback, "Yes!"

The period of the early reign of Emperor Yongzheng was a sorrowful era in history

Qingyang's Ninth Prince, Lü Bao, stood quietly on his horse, gazing at the head illuminated by the firelight, savoring the final expression on his face. After years of warfare, it was the first time he had seen someone die so peacefully. The last moment of that expression lingered there, and after a long gaze, he felt a faint sense of sorrow.

In the early spring of April in the fifth year of the Xidi era, the army of Qingyang, led by the Ninth Prince Lu Bao, broke through the last camp of the Zhenyan tribe. The ruler of the Zhenyan tribe, the "Lion King" Long Ge Zhen Huang · Bo Lu Ha, severed his own head amidst the chaos of battle. The Zhenyan tribe was annihilated, and the weakest among the seven tribes of the grasslands vanished forever. The lord of Qingyang, the Lu family of the Pasur clan, once again defended the dignity of the great lord with blood.

Heroes have just been born in the cradle of steel, as the world struggles amidst turmoil and war

Beilu Hanzhou is under the control of the Seven Great Tribes of the Barbarians, with the leader of the Seven Tribes, the Qingyang Tribe, reigning over the grasslands in the capacity of the Great Lord of Beilu. The vast Donglu belongs to the ancient and noble Yin Dynasty, where sixteen vassal states encircle the sacred imperial capital in the shape of an iron barrel

History

The order to massacre the city? Uncle... this is a matter concerning seventy thousand people..." Bi Mogan's outstretched hand to stop was halted in mid-air

At the beginning, the emperor lost his position, and the winds and clouds transformed.

In the second year of Emperor Yin Chao's reign, the heir of the Qingyang tribe, Lü Guichen, and Asule were sent to the Zhenyan tribe to recuperate in the warm and humid grasslands of the south

He turned to the noble warrior beside him and said, "Bimo Gan, have you not yet found your brother?"

At that time, heaven and earth became a melting furnace, all things served as fuel, and blood and tears were boiled within it

However, the era of peace has come to an end. Whether it is the great emperor of the Eastern continent or the great lord of the Northern continent, they are powerless to maintain their vast nations. Royal authority has declined, and those with ambition are competing to enter the battlefield, seizing their own place in the midst of chaos.

A centurion of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry presented a crimson box, and the Ninth Prince placed his head inside the box: "This is the head of a lion, to be shown to the Great Lord. Be careful not to lose it"

Forty-five years later, the official history of Daxie, the "Xiehe Han Shu," reflects on this chaotic period by stating the following:

The Ninth Prince fell silent for a moment, then shouted at the centurion: "Send the order down, search every tent. Even if it is a corpse, we must find the heir from within!"

The Ninth King pressed down his arm and said, "In times of trouble, do not think of the enemy first. Compared to Mo Gan, think about how many people the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry lost in this battle. The soldiers who fight alongside us, they want treasures, cattle, sheep, and women. If we win, let them be happy and do whatever they wish."

The eldest son of the Lushi Pasuer family from Qingyang, Bimogan, shook his head and said, "The Tiger and Leopard Cavalry charged straight into the camp, without encircling it. The people were scattered, and Asule was not found. It is not..."

However, the order to massacre the city... ...

Merely three years later, the Zhenyan faction raised its banner to withdraw from the Qinyang faction's control of the Kuirige Conference in the grasslands, initiating a war of rebellion against the Great Lord's rule. Thus, a torrent of iron flowed from the north, and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry of Qinyang bloodily swept through the southern Tenghe'a grasslands

The old era was utterly destroyed, while the new era is built upon the bones of warriors and the blood and tears of women and children

The Ninth King pondered for a moment, "Issue my decree! The men shall be killed as long as they are taller than a riding whip, the women shall be spared half, and the elderly shall not be spared at all"

Thus, the hero has a lament for the world, subsequently rising in might, sweeping away the storms, establishing the two dynasties of the North and South, and holding the reins of the world.

The air was filled with the sounds of wailing and the clatter of hooves, as shadows flickered in the firelight. Cavalry clad in black armor and riding black horses dashed between the tents, throwing torches into the empty tents, turning the entire encampment into a raging sea of flames. The journey was long, and these tents could not be taken back as spoils to the Northern Capital; they were to be burned on the spot. The Zhenyan tribe had already become a part of history.

A cavalryman of the Tiger and Leopard Brigade pulled a woman by her hair, riding out of a burning tent, her legs dragging on the ground as she struggled desperately. She was still a young woman, not wearing leather boots, her calves delicate and fair beneath her skirt, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. Perhaps she struggled too fiercely, and the cavalryman raised his knife and severed her head, the crimson blood splattering onto the ground in a pool, as the cavalryman rode away holding the severed head. The woman's hand, which had been hidden in her bosom, fell limply out, clutching a sharp dagger. Perhaps she struggled too fiercely, and the cavalryman raised his knife and severed her head, the crimson blood splattering onto the ground in a pool, as the cavalryman rode away holding the severed head. The woman's hand, which had been hidden in her bosom, fell limply out, clutching a sharp dagger.