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The roar of neat horse hooves tore through the wind and snow in northern Xinjiang, rolling in from the end of the snowfield.

The sound was regular and uniform, with the unique heaviness of regular elite military horses. It was completely different from the chaotic stampeding sound of the Jie tribe's cavalry.

The wind and snow drifted away, and on the white horizon in the distance, a torrent of silver armor broke through the fog and snow and rushed straight towards the black stone fortress.

The banner of the Zhenbei Cavalry stretched out in the wind, and the dark iron animal patterns on the black flag showed a biting majesty in the pale white snow.

All fighting sounds stopped inside and outside the wall.

Even King Jie Muye, who raised his sword, was stuck in mid-air.

Muye turned his head sharply and stared at the cavalry formation in the distance, his face completely darkened for the first time.

He is not afraid of the remnants of the Black Stone Fort.

This group of side soldiers, lacking armor and broken blades, has long been at the end of its strength. It only takes one charge to completely end the battle.

But Zhenbei Iron Cavalry is the real evil god in northern Xinjiang.

This force never garrisoned the city gates, but only patrolled mobilely in the border wilderness, specializing in suppressing the main forces of various grassland tribes. Its combat power was far beyond that of ordinary defenders.

This time he only brought a thousand Jie cavalry with him to attack and attack quickly. What he wanted was to fight quickly and retreat quickly.

Once entangled by the Zhenbei cavalry, there would be no bunkers in the wild and the advantage of the cavalry would be lost. If they were surrounded by other Dayong reinforcements coming over, the entire army would have to be buried in this snowfield.

"Damn it."

Mu Ye cursed angrily in a low voice, murderous intent rolling in his eyes, but he no longer dared to tangle with Su Jin.

He knew the pros and cons very well. It was meaningless to kill a seriously wounded soldier now. If he delayed for a moment and the cavalry surrounded him, he would definitely die.

The Jie clan cavalrymen under the wall were all panicked.

The cavalrymen who were arrogantly pressing forward and taking aim with their bows turned their heads and looked back, their morale unstable.

On the other hand, looking at the remaining soldiers of the Black Stone Fort, their dead eyes lit up with life.

"It turns out to be the Zhenbei Army! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

"Hold on! Jie Gou is about to run away!"

"We defended it! We really defended it!"

Zhou Scarzi was holding a long knife, covered in blood, and his tense body was shaking violently, not out of fear, but out of excitement for the rest of his life.

Chen Shitou sat slumped on the wall tiles, gasping for air, his eyes red as he looked at the approaching silver-armored army.

The entire wall was covered with corpses and blood. More than 20 of their remaining soldiers withstood the elite attack led by King Jie until the last moment.

Only Su Jin still stood there, motionless.

He was covered in blood, and the broken bones in his chest were misaligned. Every breath he took caused severe pain. The deep stab wounds on his thighs were bleeding continuously, soaking through his entire trousers.

His hands were cracked and turned outwards, and the last broken gun had long been shattered into pieces of wood. He was now defenseless and completely exhausted.

But his eyes were always cold and sober, never relaxing at all.

Su Jin was very aware of the habits of the prairie royal family like Mu Ye.

Kill everything with the wind, turn around and run against the wind, never love fighting.

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