Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3820: Essence of the Five Organs
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 306: Malice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 228: Surrounded
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139.5- Ice Corridor (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139- Ice Corridor
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
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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