My Lord Is a Bit Stable

The biting cold wind passed through the vast Gobi desert, stirring up dust and sand all over the sky, swirling and flying in the air. Then, just as it had done every day for these thousands of years, it kept beating on the tall and mottled stone wall, leaving traces of endless years. Just under this ancient city, two overwhelming military formations with hundreds of thousands of people facing each other. I could hear hunting flags, the rubbing of armor, the neighing of horses and the roar of beasts, but no one said a word. If there weren't still sounds, it would be as if the boundless murderous intent had condensed the air in this area, making people so depressed that they couldn't breathe. Yang Hao stood in front of the two armies against the piercing cold wind. He was wearing a phoenix-winged Suan Ni helmet, a hundred-animal chain armor, holding a purple gold horned dragon stick in his hand, and the tiger-striped hissing wind beast under his crotch was manically stepping on its hooves as big as a bowl. The brocade robes on his body and the pheasant feathers on his helmet also moved with the cold wind, as if they were surrounded by murderous aura, so majestic. "You don't even have a general with a strength of over 90. Who gave you the courage to invade my country and hurt my people?" I saw his eyes scanning the other side's sergeant like lightning, then he sneered, and with a scornful aura, he waved his long stick in his hand and raised his head to the sky with a roar. "Xue Rengui and Yue Fei each led an army and horses to cover from both sides; Li Cunxiao led three cavalry guards of Qinglong, Baihu and Zhuque to intercept his retreat; all the guards and guards of the Chinese army followed me into the formation. All officers and men, follow me to kill, kill, kill..."