Chapter two hundred and eighty second dry fly(2/2)
The young horse's eyes were filled with sadness. Sometimes he lowered his head and sniffed the mare, and sometimes he looked at the herd of horses gradually disappearing in the distance.
The background of the copy is mainly the dream of this young horse.
Ten thousand horses galloped and the mare returned, but the wild horse tamed by the Mongols was extremely violent in the face of outsiders. The Mongols trained their horses into a formation, claiming that the Pegasus stepped on the Buzhou Mountain, and no one could pass the fierce horse formation.
The task of the dungeon is very simple, destroying the Mongols, killing the new horse king, and driving the horse herd back.
After the background film of the copy was played, some girls actually shed tears, which made Ye Cheng, a person who had already become a stalwart, sigh: "Women are really emotional animals."
After the background film was finished, everyone's eyes lit up and entered the dungeon. Looking around, it was still the endless grassland, with war horses hanging out in groups of three or five, or hundreds of dozen, chaotic and chaotic on the grassland.
But when you look closely, none of these war horses bowed their heads and ate grass. Each war horse had blood-red eyes, as if it was about to swallow food.
Moreover, there are specific rules for war horse gathering.
This is the Mongolian horse formation.
It is said to be a formation passed down by ancient gods.
Ordinary soldiers cannot compete with each other, and only martial arts masters can barely pass through it.
"A team of ten people per profession, choose a team leader, and establish a private voice chat room. All team leaders enter the gang voice chat room and pass on orders according to tasks. No noise is allowed in any special circumstances." Ye Cheng directly issued an order.
The most important thing about large copies is communication issues. If hundreds or thousands of people are talking nonsense, they will have no way to command them.
This time, Sikong Qingyue only brought more than 300 people, including more than a dozen people from the Fei Hero Studio, as well as the street quarrel monk, etc.
The chaotic team was soon combined. Ye Cheng was the commander. Although some people were not convinced, they saw that the leader Sikong Qingyue was wearing a yellow vest. As the temporary administrator, they did not talk nonsense. (To be continued) [This article is not completed.
Chapter completed!