The sky turned white.

The battle finally came to an end.

Fireworks are ripe.

On the battlefield, there were corpses everywhere, and even piles of corpses.

A fierce battle overnight turned a large area of ​​land outside the northern city wall into scorched earth, with blood flowing in it.

A soldier picked up a handful of soil and squeezed it gently, and blood immediately dripped down.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

The north gate of Zhenjiang City is wide open.

The Great Snow Dragon Cavalry left the city to clean the battlefield, while Bai Qi and the two Jin Wei led the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, who had been bleeding all night, back to the city to rest.

This battle was indeed won by the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry!

But victory has not brought any joy to everyone in the city and the city.

Instead, immersed in a suffocating sense of oppression.

The fierce battle overnight completely refreshed the stereotype of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry's army on the Yi tribe Rongwu, and it was like a blow, breaking the strong confidence accumulated by the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry over the years!

Inside the barracks.

Huo Zhenxiao closed his eyes and sat upright on the chair.

The seven golden guards lined up in a row, with a serious expression.

The air seemed to have solidified.

"Report!"

Finally, a sound outside the door broke the dead silence in the barracks.

The seven Jinwei looked at the sound at the same time.

Even Huo Zhenxiao opened his eyes and glanced at the door.

Bai Qi and the two Jin Weishou, with their armor and blood, strode into the barracks, leaving behind a string of bloody footprints.

The fierce battle made Bai Qi and the two Jin Wei look tired on their faces.

But compared to this battle, they all completely ignored the fatigue on their bodies.

"Congratulations on Triumph!"

Huo Zhenxiao calmly uttered four words.

Bai Qi and others' expressions changed one after another.

These four simple words are as harsh as sharp as a needle.

"Unworthy job!"

Bai Qi took off his helmet and knelt on one knee first.

The two major Jin Wei followed closely behind.

"Tell me, what is the battle loss ratio?"

Huo Zhenxiao leaned on the chair, extremely calm.

Bai Qi said with a gloomy face: "One to fifteen!"

Boom!

The seven golden guards were struck by lightning and sat on the spot.

"Captain Bai, you, you won't count the wrong ones, right?"

"Hiss... it must be the wrong statistics. How could it be 1 to 15? In the past, the battle loss ratio between our heavy snow Dragon Cavalry and the Yi tribe's Rongwu could reach 1 to 30!"

"A battle loss ratio of one to fifteen means that the 30,000 Yi tribe coalition forces were destroyed and our Daxue Dragon Cavalry...two thousand people?"

...

The barracks were as noisy as a vegetable market.

The screams and doubts of the Jinwei and the others were intertwined.

Even if they were them, they would be unable to calm down at this moment.

The Great Snow Dragon Cavalry can rely on the capital to become a natural barrier in the northern region and occupies hundreds of tribes outside the region, relying on its unparalleled combat power.

Among the countless wars in the past, there were also major wars between the Yi tribe coalition forces.

However, no matter what, the war loss ratio has always been maintained at more than one to thirty.

According to the 300,000 people, only by 10 to 30 can the Daxue Dragon Cavalry be qualified to occupy hundreds of tribes outside the territory and become an unbreakable natural barrier!

But this time, it's broken!

The battle loss ratio threshold that has been maintained for many years has been completely broken by the raid this night!

Not only was it broken, but it was also a big break, which directly brought the battle loss to 1 to 15!

"Okay, the demonstration is good!"

Huo Zhenxiao smiled a little desolately, raised his hand to rub his swollen nose, and said in a deep voice to Bai Qi and others: "The real loss of this battle should be higher than that."

What?!

Everyone was shocked.

"Yes, it should be more terrifying!"

Bai Qi's eyes burst into sharp light and he instantly reacted: "Don't forget the cannon fodder troops at the beginning, plus they were only 30,000 in total, but their combat power was not scary at all. If they were replaced by the Yi tribe, they would be replaced by the Yi tribe.

The elite of the coalition forces, the combat losses ratio may...beyond one to ten!"

"Hiss~"

In the barracks, there was a sound of gasping in the air.

Except for Huo Zhenxiao, everyone's faces changed drastically, extremely complicated, and a hint of fear appeared in their eyes!

One to ten battle loss ratio!

If this level can really be reached, the ending of Zhenjiangcheng and the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry will be without any suspense!

Even if... Huo Zhenxiao, the war god in the army, cannot turn the world around!

This is a foregone conclusion!

On a large-scale battlefield, even if someone like Huo Zhenxiao takes action personally, he will be as powerful as before and implement a beheading plan on the army. However, this time the Huns join forces with the Yi army to come in full force, and they will inevitably be in the remote control of the rear, even if they reach the front line.

, the defense around him will definitely be able to withstand Huo Zhenxiao!

After all, after the threshold for understanding the Tianlang martial arts body was lowered, it not only solidified the army of hundreds of tribes, but also attracted many hidden people to flock.

Those hidden people alone are enough to protect Xixing’s safety!

quiet.

It was dead quiet.

When shocked, everyone fell into silence.

Invisibly, countless swords and shadows seemed to be lingering in the air, and it seemed to fall on everyone's throats at all times.

Fear, horror, worry...

All kinds of emotions instantly wrapped around Huo Zhenxiao, Bai Qi and others.

a long time.

Huo Zhenxiao waved his hand and said, "Everyone is out first. Don't publicize the matter of war loss."

"Abide by the order!"

After Bai Qi and others retreated.

Huo Zhenxiao smiled bitterly: "Demonstration, ha... the courage and skills of the Huns are really much bigger than those of the former Huns."

Immediately.

Huo Zhenxiao picked up the satellite phone and called a phone number.

When the phone was connected, Huo Zhenxiao said in a low voice: "Domain Master, Zhenxiao may have to secretly transfer the troops from all directions this time. He will all come to the city of Xinjiang. It is in danger. This transfer order is necessary!"

The sound is as heavy as a pound.

at the same time.

Inside the Huns Palace.

"Hahaha... I really guessed it well. This battle has really discovered the strength gap between the two sides. The battle loss ratio of 1 to 15 is still mostly ordinary Rongwu.

It is the elite who has comprehended the Tianlang martial arts body that can definitely approach the battle loss ratio by one to ten. Relying on the army of hundreds of clans, it will definitely flatten the city of the border!"

Xixing was full of energy and sat on the throne with a red face, and laughter echoed in the palace of the No-Dawang.
To be continued...