Fantastical, started with Beiliang, signed with Zhao Gao

What is destruction, the scene in front of him is clearly explained, where the Yanyun Eighteen Riders go, it is like the wind blowing the grass, and everything is wiped out.

When Luo looked back, behind him was the same as before, with corpses strewn all over the field and blood-stained yellow sand, but this was not enough.

"Absolutely"

All the Eighteen Yanyun riders got off their horses and pulled out the daggers in their riding boots, like emissaries of souls in the dark night, constantly harvesting souls on the battlefield.

"Stay..." Xia Xian just wanted to stop, but was stopped by Zhao Gao.

"From the very beginning, I thought they were not like soldiers, but more like killers. Now it seems that I was right, they are dead soldiers born to kill," Zhao Gao said with surprise in his eyes.

"Is there any difference?" Xia Xian asked strangely.

It may not be so strange for any family not to raise private soldiers and dead soldiers.

"It's not the same, the dead soldiers raised by the aristocratic family are just brainwashed by them since childhood, so they are not afraid of death.

But they have never regarded themselves as living people, they are Shura who came out of hell stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Our great Qin army has countless powerful troops, but there is only one army of dead soldiers," Zhao Gao said slowly.

"Which army is that?" Ji Rou asked with a look of admiration.

I have never regarded myself as a living person, killing blood from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Isn't this kind of army admirable and admirable? Although there is already one in front of me, who would not want to remember such a legendary army? .

"Trained by thousands of death row prisoners and fought through hundreds of battles, the battles are bloody and brutal, killing the enemy with the left hand and killing the enemy with the right hand, Lord Wu'an of the Great Qin Dynasty, one of the four elites under the command of the God of War Bai Qi, fell into the battle and died," Zhao Gao recalled.

"Mr. Wu An, martial arts rule the world, prestige and peace, such a person, why have I never heard of it?" Ji Rou asked with a puzzled face.

"Then Yanyun Eighteen Horsemen, have you heard of it?" Zhao Gao asked with a smile.

Ji Rou shook her head, let alone heard of it, such an army was unheard of.

"That's it. I haven't heard of it, but it doesn't mean I don't have it. One day, I might be able to see Baihou's demeanor," Zhao Gao said excitedly.

He has fought more than [-] battles in his life, wiped out millions of enemies, and has never lost a single one. Who doesn't yearn for such a character.

"Which army does Mr. Wu An have?" Ji Rou asked with hesitation.

"Mr. Wu'an's four elites are the Qin Zhirui, the mountain warriors, the god-killing guards, and the dead warriors," Zhao Gao recalled.

"Tell me about the other troops," Ji Rou asked quickly.

"You will know in the future," Zhao Gao said, looking at Yanyun Shibaqi who had finished making up his sword.

Luo Yi led the horse, covered in blood, and brought all the Yanyun cavalry back to Xia Xian and said, "I live up to my lord's trust, 860 cavalry, no one will survive."

"Thank you for your hard work. When you go to the city tonight, you can drink as much as you want. If you don't get drunk, you won't go home," Xia Xian said loudly.

"Then my lord, I'm afraid you will spend money tonight. Our brothers used to come out of wine bottles." Luo Yi said with a smirk.

"As long as you have the ability, you can drink the 100 million taels of this king." Xia Xian raised the bank note in his hand and said disdainfully.

"Brothers, what are you waiting for, don't start yet." Luo Yi jumped on his horse and galloped out.

"Whoever catches up with Luo Yi will be accompanied by the singer tonight," Xia Xian shouted at Yan Yun Shibaqi.

"Luo Yi, for the happiness of the brothers, stop quickly, or the brothers will shoot arrows." Luo Qi shot an arrow at Luo Yi.

"Luo Qi, your uncle, you really shoot!" Luo Yi bent down and dodged an arrow, turned his head and roared angrily.

But what answered him was a rain of arrows, one after another.

"This group of bastards, let's hurry up, or Luo Yi will be sacrificed to heaven," Xia Xian scolded with a smile.

"Drive" Zhao Gao raised his mouth and drove after him.