Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Chapter 783: Fierce Battle!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Neigh!
Winds roared and horses cried. Warhorse crashed against warhorse, scimitar clashed against sword, Stellar Energy rammed against Stellar Energy, halo collided against halo…
All these sounds mixed and intertwined as the entire battlefield fell into chaos.
The use of warhorses became clear now. All the White Braves used the most valiant of the plateau's highland steeds, each of them of stalwart physique, with extremely tough flesh and bulging muscles, the cream of the crop.
If they were going against ordinary warhorses, the White Braves would only need a single collision to crack the bones and shatter the muscles of their opponents' horses, but the Wushang Cavalry were riding powerful warhorses of their own. These were the finest steeds of the Turkic steppe, capable of going toe-to-toe with the Arabian warhorses.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In this collision of warhorses, Dayan Mangban's specially-selected highland steeds actually failed to gain any advantage over Wang Chong's Turkic warhorses.
"Kill!"
"Kill these Tang!"
"No one can tread on our plateau like this, and no one can humiliate our general like this! Kill them all!"
The Tibetan White Braves crazily howled, their scimitars whistling as they sliced through the air. They had a glorious history on the plateau, having vanquished countless foreign armies, broken the walls of capital after capital, killed renowned general after general, and made innumerable soldiers tremble in fear.
This was the glorious record of the White Braves, a record they were all proud of!
In the Western Regions, no one could stop them, and there was nothing they could not break. This was a conviction that all the White Braves held.
But now, these guardians of the royal capital, the strongest force of cavalry on the plateau, finally understood that there existed on this world another force that was equal to them.
Like them, these people were also a most elite force of cavalry.
Bang!
The air vibrated
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