Xinyue thought for a while, nodded and said: "That mighty general, does he want to fight for this?"
Jiang Fan nodded: "He is for my country, but he can help you indirectly."
Xinyue said: "I thank that general. Is there anything I can do for him?"
Jiang Fan smiled: "Since we are helping each other, of course he and I also need you..."
Five days later, the Fuli Conference finally opened grandly.
Jiang Fan looked at the scene in front of him and realized how important the Fuli Conference was to the barbarians.
On the vast expanse of ice and snow wasteland, with the totem sacred pillar carved with the statue of the White Wolf God as the core, the four kings each led 10,000 cavalry to occupy the four directions, with the big banner held high and the battle flag flying. The most elite barbarian cavalry was indeed at its peak, and Jiang Fan was secretly shocked. This was no worse than the most elite cavalry from the Five Kingdoms, and was even more ferocious.
Especially the war horses, which are far beyond comparison with the Chinese. They are tall and majestic, breathing like ferocious beasts. But the momentum of this war horse is enough to crush most Chinese war horses.
The open space in the center is three thousand acres square, and is extremely smooth under the trampling of war horses. This is the venue for the conference.
Just around the venue, there were at least 80,000 spectators from all directions surrounding the barbarian tribe. There are various wrestling and horse racing performances before the opening.
After a busy morning, the priests began to burn bonfires and led all the tribesmen to worship the Immortal God under the 30-foot-tall totem pole of the White Wolf God. The number of animals used for sacrifice alone reached an astonishing 10,000.
Jiang Fan looked at everything in front of him and said to Mengtian and Meng Yi beside him: "Look carefully, this is our future opponent, the enemy of life and death. Put away your arrogance and remember everything about them. The future... will be tragic The battle..."
Montaigne and Meng Yi also looked solemn. It was the first time they saw such a scene of barbarians, which also gave them great shock.
Especially Montaigne. He knew best in his heart that his father, Meng Wu, was in charge of the northern border and claimed to have an army of 300,000 men under his command, but in fact there were only 200,000 troops. The entire Daqin State is said to have one million cavalry, but the real number is only 800,000. There are also a large number of new soldiers added after the war, and veterans account for less than half.
But the barbarians, under the command of the Golden Horde Royal Court, have a total of no less than three million men from the four kings. They are all young and middle-aged soldiers who are brave and good at fighting. If there is an emergency, the barbarians can nearly double their number in an instant, because they have grown up in this environment since they were young. As long as they pick up weapons and mount war horses, almost everyone becomes a warrior.
In comparison, the gap in military strength is really huge.
At this time, they also truly understood what Jiang Fan said that only a unified nation could fight against Northern Xinjiang. Only then did I understand why His Majesty and the Regent had been thinking of various devious tactics, but were not as firm as they had been against the Four Kingdoms.
"At this point, Tian knows that His Highness is far-sighted and far-sighted." Montaigne let out an inner sigh.
"Whether it's millions of troops or tens of millions of troops, we have your majesty, a master, and a great Qin son, we will definitely win!" A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but Meng Yi's eyes are blazing, burning with fighting spirit.
Gu Beiyan, who still looked a little pale, was even more shocked, not because of the grand scene in front of her, but because of what Jiang Fan had said not long ago about the comparison of military strength between the barbarians and the Qin State. Only now did she have a personal experience.
He turned his head slightly and looked at the profile of the young master next to him. He was handsome but resolute, and his eyes were calm and distant. There was no trace of fear on his face, just an invisible aura, which was reassuring and powerful.
Yes, he is here. With him here, what are we afraid of? Didn't you see him entering the northern Xinjiang alone and making a great name for himself? Didn't you see him turning the rain and clouds with a wave of his hand, disrupting the entire grassland? Didn’t you see that in just four years, he tripled the national power of Qin, which was enough to be worthy of the hard work of the previous generation of kings?
At this moment, Gu Beiyan suddenly realized that perhaps the confrontation between the two armies should not be his home field. Perhaps the greatest mission given to him by God is to take good care of this young His Highness, who will assist His Majesty in unifying the five countries and conquering the Conqueror in the future. The regent of Northern Territory and the ruler of the world.
You should...be a good steward...
Gu Beiyan was thinking in a daze.
Hathaway and Lin Nanyan seemed to be just watching the fun, but they also had their own thoughts.
Hathaway, in particular, was also shocked by the power of Northern Xinjiang. Although they were primitive and barbaric, their fierce and fierce fighting spirit was even more amazing than the sacred cavalry in his own Kingdom of God. If faced with such cavalry and such a nation, , the Kingdom of God...can it resist?
We...did we come too early...
Hathaway's heart was turbulent, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.
Everyone present had something to think about. However, the pride in the bones of the Chinese warriors made them never bow their heads to any powerful enemy.
The three thousand cavalry troops were neatly organized, and their silence contained strong fighting spirit. Even though they were surrounded by barbarians, they still showed the unyielding strength of the Qin Dynasty.
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"That's the army of Qin, King Hemu'er. As you can see, you are no match for them if you fight alone."
A tall knight wearing a cloak and hood beside King Hunxie spoke slowly.
King Hunxie's triangular eyes did not look at other grand events, but also stared at Jiang Fan.
"If you want to kill Jiang Fan, you must let him leave the army."
After a long time, he said in a deep voice.
The tall knight smiled softly: "What he said is true, but it cannot be done now. Before the Fuli Conference, Jiang Fan was the most vigilant. Our chance, after the Fuli Conference, no matter Jiang Fan wins or loses, is our chance to take action. Victory Defeating the arrogant soldiers and defeating the poor ones is the art of war."
"I feel a little uneasy." King Hunxie's eyes were gloomy: "Jiang Fan gives me a feeling that I can't see through him."
The tall knight snorted softly: "This boy is indeed quite capable, but he is more of a fox and a tiger. He is good at taking advantage of the situation. He does not have much fighting power. As long as he is left alone, anything can be done."
King Hunxie nodded: "Since you and I are cooperating, you have to know that I can't lose, not only because of the Crescent Grassland, but also because..."
The tall knight waved his hand: "I understand that if you compensate Da Qin, the people will lose their morale, their morale will be low, and the throne will be in danger. Therefore, you cannot start this unprecedented event."
King Hunxie nodded slightly: "I told your people to kill Montaigne. This is a very dangerous general."
The tall knight sneered: "Of course Montaigne wants to be killed, but Jiang Fan is more dangerous and wants to be killed. Don't worry, no matter they win or lose, they will not be able to walk out of the grassland alive."
King Hunxie's eyes flickered: "What...what are your plans?"
The corners of the tall knight's mouth could be vaguely curled up: "Everyone is staring here, but my eyes are also staring at other places... places they have all forgotten..."
