"I heard that someone in the tribe is saying that Marquis Wucheng has gone to a dark place?"
A low voice sounded in the cave, which was regarded as the "temporary tent" of the barbarian king.
There was no bonfire, no light, and several tall figures standing there even made the entire cave seem a bit small and cramped.
As the king of millions of tribesmen, the barbarian king's "meeting tent" was shabby and crude.
After the words fell, there was silence for several breaths.
Among them, a burly black shadow replied angrily:
"Yes, King."
The barbarian king sat cross-legged on a cold boulder and slowly opened his blue eyes:
"Zhaye, how did this news reach the tribal army?"
The cold wind was blowing, and the drifting snow flying into the cave entrance made everything look cold and dark.
Spreading news to disturb the enemy's military morale has been around since ancient times, but under the current situation, it was obviously unrealistic for Dayan to use flying monsters to "distribute leaflets". After all, no one could be found.
Zaye said in a deep voice:
"King, this news was brought back to the main camp from the small group of wolf riders we sent to harass the Yan Army."
"Bring it back to the camp?" Hearing these words, the foreign king of the barbarians frowned slightly: "Zaya, I remember that I specifically asked you not to let the wolf riders who went out to harass the Yan Army return to the formation, in case there are high-level cultivators. Sneaking behind the wolf cavalry returning to camp will expose the army’s position, and everything will become empty talk!”
Hundreds of thousands of troops is a huge number, but it is still like a drop in the ocean in the vast Tianshui Continent.
The Barbarian King was confident that he could consume the Great Yan Border Army to death under this blizzard natural disaster.
But if you have a pig at your disposal
After hearing this, Zaye knelt down directly and explained:
"Wang, I didn't bring it directly to the camp, but revealed it when the tribesmen were chatting with each other while escorting and handing over the meat."
When the barbarian king heard this, his voice was filled with anger:
"I have stored meat in so many places in advance. Why would anyone in our formation go out to deliver food?"
The Great Flame firmly occupies Renhe, so they can only make the best use of the weather.
The barbarian alien king knew this very well.
Therefore, he had already made arrangements in advance when the elite of the imperial court went south.
Avoid its sharp edges and swim without striking.
Zaye subconsciously glanced at the burly barbarian beside him, but the next moment, the voice of the barbarian king came over, a little cold:
"The king is resting here to recover from his injuries, so you are turning a deaf ear to my orders?"
At the same time, the terrifying pressure on the barbarian king was released.
Several burly barbarians in the cave immediately fell to their knees after receiving this aura.
Zaye took a deep breath, performed barbarian etiquette, and said with difficulty:
"King, someone among the wolf riders was injured, and the people from the sacrificial tribe were entrusted to go and treat him."
Hearing this, the foreign king of the barbarians silently raised his one arm, rubbed the center of his eyebrows with the hard cuticles of his fingertips, and said in a cold voice:
"Is he a descendant of a tribal noble?"
"Um."
"."
When the words fell, the cave was silent.
The barbarians are martial and can cold-bloodedly give up a series of burdens such as the elderly, the weak, and the disabled in order to survive, but this does not mean that they do not have the concept of blood.
Ordinary tribesmen will be given up sufficient military rations if they are injured and not healed, but the heirs of high-ranking nobles will not.
Zaye knew this very well, but he knew even more clearly that the iron blood of this "king" would not allow such an exception to occur.
After the Holy Clan was unified, all members of the clan would judge their value based on their contribution.
Back then, the king's heir was seriously injured in the battle and returned. With his noble status, he could provide a large amount of precious resources for rescue, but the king directly ordered to give up.
"His value is not enough for the Saints to pay such a price. Returning his soul to the ancestral god is the best outcome for him."
When the cold-blooded words rang in his ears, Zaye looked at the murderous intent in the Barbarian King's eyes with concern.
With the current situation, the Holy Clan cannot withstand another purge.
In the end, the killing intent in the eyes of the barbarian king turned into a long sigh, his voice a little tired:
"I want to train my heirs, but I am afraid of their death. That's all. The top priority is not to investigate the responsibility. I immediately ordered this news to be blocked and not to disturb the morale of the army."
"yes."
Upon hearing this, Zaye immediately glanced sideways at a burly barbarian beside him.
Look at each other for a moment,
The burly barbarian bowed and quickly exited the cave.
The cave returned to silence,
Zaye looked at the barbarian king with a gloomy expression in front of him, saluted and asked:
"King, this news has spread in the Kue Department and the Royal Court. I wonder if this news is true?"
The barbarian king's heart was as heavy as iron, but he still said calmly on the surface:
"The Yan people want to disrupt the morale of our army and force us to engage in a decisive battle with them. Naturally, we cannot fall into their trap."
Hearing this,
As a brother who grew up with the Barbarian King, Zaye seemed to understand something. He was silent for a while and suddenly said:
"Yiting, Gong Xiong, you two go out first."
"."
After a moment of silence, the other two barbarians also bowed and left.
For a time, only the barbarian king and Zaye were left in the cave.
Seeing this scene, the foreign king of the barbarians softened his tone slightly, with a hint of smile in his indifferent tone:
"Zhaye, if you want to reminisce about the past, isn't it too late to wait until I recover from my injury?"
Zaye stood up slowly and stared at the barbarian king:
"Wang, you know that I am straight-tempered, so I asked directly."
"."
The barbarian king's eyes narrowed, and then he sighed and uttered one word: "Ask."
Zaye's tone suppressed some emotions:
"That Marquis Wu Cheng of Dayan really went to the extremely dark place?"
"It should be." The voice of the barbarian king was very calm: "Otherwise, the Great Yan Army would not have been able to send high-level warriors to block the two mountain ranges at all costs to prevent us from escaping and heading north."
Zaye's heart trembled, and the barbarian's unique low voice was slightly trembling:
"King, there are millions of women and children of the holy clan in the extremely dark land."
"Zaya, calm down."
The blue eyes of the barbarian alien king were very calm, and his tone was a little relieved: "The extremely dark land is vast, how easy is it to find the holy city of my holy race? Moreover, the baggage carried by Marquis Wu Cheng should not be much, not enough He abides long in the darkest place.”
"But what if it falls?" Zaye clenched his fists, and his hard horns creaked: "That is the Holy City."
holy city.
After the unification of the barbarian tribes and different kings, the city was built with stolen materials over the years.
It's not too big, not even as big as a county in Dayan.
But it is a symbol of the establishment of the royal court, which represents the transformation of the barbarians from being scattered and competing for resources to united against the outside world.
"okay."
The foreign king of the barbarians looked at his old friend walking in front of him and chuckled: "Zaya, do you think we should fight quickly? Return to the Holy City to aid?"
Zaye bowed his head and saluted:
"Wu Yuan has led 100,000 elites of the Great Flame to pursue us for more than a month. Now the army and horses are tired and exhausted. If they attack, they will be defeated."
"no."
The foreign king of the barbarians directly rejected the proposal without thinking, and said in a low voice: "Although I don't know the reason, that Wu Yuan seems to be very anxious. He chased us in the blizzard with such arrogance, almost attacking us with "Come" The four characters "I" are pasted on my forehead.
Saying,
The barbarian king stretched out his one arm and stood up, supported on the boulder, and chuckled:
"She wants to make a bet with me on whether she can hold me back before Zong Qingsheng comes back to help."
Zaye took a deep breath and asked:
"King, why don't you bet? Now we have won 70% of the battles all the way south, but now that we are trapped in the Great Yan territory, the morale of the army has been shaken. If we continue to avoid fighting like this, it may be difficult to change the tribesmen's desire to leave."
The foreign king of the barbarians walked slowly to the entrance of the cave. His burly figure almost occupied the narrow entrance of the cave. He raised his eyes and looked at the endless white:
"The Saints have come to this stage largely because of the internal struggles within the Great Yan Dynasty, and every big bet I make is based on their internal struggles. Wu Yuan is so anxious to have a decisive battle with me, it should be It’s related to their internal conflicts in Great Yan.”
"But since we defeated the 300,000 border troops with the help of the high-level intelligence of the Prime Minister's Mansion, sometimes I wonder if our Holy Clan is moving south too fast."
"Too fast?"
"Yes, it's too fast." The barbarian king repeated in a low voice.
Zaye hesitated: "King, didn't you say before that if you don't take this opportunity to go south, our holy clan will no longer be able to compete with Great Yan in a hundred or hundreds of years?"
The barbarian alien king lowered his head and glanced at his only remaining arm, looking at the mysterious lines on the cuticle:
"No, what I mean is that we have misjudged the conflicts between the Great Yan Palace and those so-called sects. They are not as relaxed as they appear on the surface. On the contrary, they seem to have reached the point where they will never stop fighting. One hundred thousand elites will be given as gifts at will."
Speaking of which,
The foreign king of the barbarians standing at the entrance of the cave sighed: "If I could see this earlier, maybe the saints would go south later, and by then there would be far fewer obstacles, and it wouldn't be like this. Big risk."
The foreign king of the barbarians slowly turned his eyes, looked at Zaye who was looking behind him, and whispered:
"Zhaye, your original suggestion was right. When the Beifeng Army and the Black Scale Army went north, we should retreat bravely and return to the Dark Land to digest the results of the past few years."
"There is civil strife in Great Yan, and our Saint Clan is recuperating and recuperating. When Great Yan is weakened by the civil strife, it will be much easier for the Saint Clan to go south.
"It's even easier than taking advantage of this blizzard disaster."
"."
Zaye's eyes were a little complicated: "King, if Dayan does not have the celestial weapons, your decision cannot possibly cause the Saints to fail."
The barbarian king noticed his gaze and said helplessly:
"Time is also fate. It is too late to say this now. I overestimate myself and believe too much in my judgment of the overall situation. Now that our saint clan's retreat has been blocked, we can only wait and wait for Wu Yuan to be anxious. The drastic changes are happening and we are waiting for the opportunity."
Zaye looked at the familiar friend in front of him, remained silent in the wind and snow for a long time, and whispered:
"King, I understand."
The foreign king of the barbarians suddenly chuckled again, his low voice pretending to be relaxed:
"I can understand your worries. Wu Chenghou of Great Yan is indeed a character, but isn't there still Erji in the extremely dark land? He is the smartest among the three of us. Even Wu Chenghou If he really finds the Holy City, he will also find a way to evacuate the people in the Holy City.
"As long as the people are preserved, the Holy City is just a city and can be built again."
A place of extreme darkness, with a vast expanse of darkness as far as the eye can see. There is no light here, and the darkness here seems to last forever.
But at this moment, the divine light emerging from the Great Flame Army Formation illuminated almost half of the sky.
A rather majestic city stands in the canyon, looking like a child whose clothes have been stripped away under the Great Yan army formation.
The sounds of fighting and screams came one after another, the city was in chaos, and the corpses of countless barbarians piled up like mountains.
Unlike those burly barbarians, the corpses here seemed a bit short, and most of them had not even grown the cuticles to protect them from the cold.
Barbarians are good at martial arts, and adult barbarian women are also capable of fighting.
When the city was broken, under the organization of the generals who stayed behind, the temporarily organized troops of the barbarians evacuated in an orderly manner towards the outside of the city.
However, the release of the Yunqi bombs had already dispersed the surrounding snow clouds. Without the cover of snow and fog, the white-armored heavy cavalry belonging to the Beifeng Army were like the scythes of death, cutting their fleeing troops one after another.
"."
Since entering the city, Niu Yeqing didn't know how many barbarians he had killed.
Unlike the counterinsurgency civil war he had experienced before, after entering the city, he did not need to distinguish between civilians and soldiers at all. As long as he saw anything that moved, he could cut it with one knife.
This is an unequal massacre.
kill.
kill.
kill.
The spiritual sword in his hand had been curled, and the black blood stained on the white armor was particularly conspicuous. When he came to his senses, as far as he could see, the city was full of corpses.
Niu Yeqing wandered silently on the streets of the city. Except for his colleagues who were carrying out the sweep order, there were basically no living things around the streets.
But this is just the beginning.
The Marquis' order was to massacre the city without leaving any survivors alive.
"boom!"
Together with his four comrades, he broke into the barbarian's snow house with its unique architectural style. Niu Yeqing's eyes immediately stopped at the two barbarians in the house.
A barbarian woman and a barbarian child were hugging each other and shivering.
These two barbarians should be mother and son
Niu Yeqing thought like this, and along with the four comrades beside him, he drew out the curled sword.
But at this time,
The barbarian woman who was still trembling suddenly threw the barbarian child out of the window, shouted a few barbarian words that they did not understand, and then rushed towards them.
The barbarians are very tall, and the women are no exception. They are about twice as tall as these burly human men.
Ordinary people would not be any match for these barbarians, but it is a pity that they are cultivators.
"Pfft!"
Several coordinated sword flashes flashed by, and the woman's tall figure had turned into a corpse, but her eyes were fixed on the direction in which the child left.
Looking at the corpse of the barbarian woman, one of them asked hesitantly:
"Li Tou, the kid shouldn't be in danger. Do you want to chase him?"
Li Tou glanced at her and said in a cold voice:
"Chasing, when the barbarian cubs grow up, I don't know how many of my Dayan people they will kill."
"."
After hearing this, several people had different expressions on their faces, including pity, sigh, helplessness, and excitement, but no one spoke to dissuade them.
There was a brief silence as they all used their skills to chase outside the house.
As soon as I left the house,
"Buzz——"
With a flash of sword, the five of them saw that the barbarian child had been cut into two, and his eyes that could not be closed were full of fear.
The man who drew the sword sheathed it and saluted the old man wearing the commander's armor beside him:
"Master Marquis, this city has been massacred, should we continue?"
Watching the child die calmly, the old man closed his eyes and took a few breaths. He seemed to be sensing something. He opened his eyes again and said indifferently:
"There are only 300,000 people in this city, and the number of barbarians is definitely more than that. Gather your supplies and continue heading north."
(End of chapter)
