chsdbacks Chapter 129: Isn't this asking us to die?
Chapter 129: Isn't this asking us to die?
Chapter 129: Isn't this asking us to die?
Outside the royal court.
Zhao Qian stood alone in front of a barbarian army of more than 100,000 people. He waved his blood-stained spear and pointed it at the barbarian general. He shouted again: "Who else dares to fight me?"
However, after seeing how powerful it is.
The generals of each tribe fell silent.
"waste."
The Barbarian King saw this scene from afar.
His face darkened again, and he ordered the people behind him, "Go, let these rubbish charge forward and engage the Northern Cavalry head-on. Do not retreat."
"Here."
After the latter received the order and left.
The Barbarian King frowned and said, "Zarbi, you go to the Royal Guards, and you and Zarchi each lead an army, and charge out from the west gate and the east gate to attack the left and right wings of the Northern Border Cavalry."
"As ordered."
On the high platform, a general in black armor nodded upon hearing this.
He respectfully accepted the order and withdrew.
"Black Ice Terrace"
The Barbarian King took a deep breath and looked outside the royal court.
His eyes were filled with solemnity.
He was more wary of the Black Ice Platform than the Northern Cavalry under Huo Qubing.
After all, the Black Ice Platform is powerful and mysterious.
Moreover, everyone of them is good at martial arts, and the sixteen captains of the Black Ice Platform have all made a name for themselves by being invincible among those at the same level.
"I hope he can keep his promise." Looking at the black-robed men who appeared outside the King Yu's court one after another, with a number of at least two thousand, the Barbarian King's pupils shrank slightly.
He said in horror: "Sixth rank?"
Although far apart.
But the Barbarian King could still detect that among these two thousand black-robed men, the ones had the lowest cultivation level.
They all have the sixth level realm.
Moreover, those at the sixth level are not the largest in number.
But it is the least, and can be said to be extremely rare.
Instead, most of them were at the upper three levels, and even the Barbarian King was among them. He saw quite a few masters and warriors at the Vajra Realm, all of whom had an extremely strong aura.
The Barbarian King was frightened by this scene.
I can't stay calm anymore.
He cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, where on earth did he recruit so many upper third-grade warriors?"
Simultaneously.
When the Barbarian King was frightened and his face became increasingly gloomy.
The messenger.
He also rode up and stopped his horse in front of the generals. He said in a cold voice: "The king has ordered all the generals to lead their troops to fight head-on with the brave cavalry from the northern border."
"what?"
The generals of various departments changed their expressions when they heard this.
He looked at the messenger in disbelief.
He said in a surprised voice: "The king wants us to lead the army to attack?"
"Aren't you asking us to die?" A general looked extremely unhappy, suppressing his anger and questioning him, "Did the king really say that?"
"Do you want to disobey?"
The person who came to deliver the message saw this.
He frowned and looked coldly at the questioning general. With coldness in his eyes, his right hand had already been placed on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and murderous intent gradually rose.
He seemed to be ready to draw his sword and kill him if they had a disagreement.
The general saw this and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly clasped his hands and said, "I dare not."
However, the general gave in quickly.
But deep in his eyes, there was a hint of coldness.
The generals from various tribes present had no loyalty to the Barbarian King.
To whom they are loyal.
It was the king of their own tribe, not the barbarian king in the royal court. If they were not afraid of the black-clad men under the barbarian king, they would not even be willing to send troops, let alone go forward to die.
"Humph!"
The messenger snorted coldly after hearing this.
Looking at the generals who all looked unhappy, he frowned again, worried that they would mutiny, and explained in a deep voice: "The king will certainly not let you die, you just need to lead the army to charge and hold them back."
"At this moment, the Royal Guards have already rushed out from the east and west gates. In less than an incense stick of time, they will arrive, attack the two wings of the Northern Border Cavalry, and defeat the enemy army."
After the messenger's explanation.
The expressions of the generals from various departments finally eased a little.
"In this case, please report to the king that we will not let him down and will lead our army to attack immediately and hold on to this brave cavalry." A moment later, Nairhua Butie, the general of the Nairhua tribe, looked at everyone, then rode his horse forward and bowed to them.
The former's expression softened slightly upon hearing this.
He also bowed and said, "After defeating the enemy, the king will definitely reward you handsomely. There is no time to lose. I ask all the generals to lead the army to attack quickly and hold the brave cavalry from the northern border."
"Don't worry, my lord."
After Naierhuabutie nodded again.
The messenger was satisfied and rode back to the royal court to report.
"Everyone."
Watch it go away.
Nai'er Huabutie took a deep breath, his face slightly gloomy and said: "Things have come to this point, I can't wait any longer."
"Ugh"
Everyone sighed after hearing this.
The man who had raised the question earlier was now somewhat unwilling to give up, and whispered to everyone, "It's a pity that the men under our command are all unqualified and can hardly accomplish anything great. Why don't we turn our guns around today and charge into the royal court with the Northern Border Cavalry? The Zar tribe will be destroyed in an instant. Why would we be constrained by them and fight to the death for them?"
After hearing this, the generals from all the divisions looked at the former with strange expressions, and there was a hint of danger in their eyes.
"idiot."
"Can this kind of thing be said openly?"
When Naier Huabutie saw this, he sneered in his heart and did not continue the conversation.
Instead, he raised his eyes and looked at Chen Bing who was three hundred feet away.
The Northern Border Cavalry, whose troops were at full strength and morale was high, said, "There is no time to lose. It is time for us to take action."
Say it.
Naierhua didn't stick to it and his eyes looked heavy.
He shouted: "Go!"
After riding his horse for more than ten feet.
Nai'er Huabutie reined in his horse, turned around, looked at his men, and said loudly: "My men, for thousands of years, the Dawu Dynasty has never given up the desire to destroy our barbarian tribe. Hundreds of years ago, they led their army deep into the grasslands and slaughtered people wantonly, slaughtering tens of millions of our people. Corpses were scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed like a river. The cries have lasted for more than a hundred years and have never stopped."
"A few years ago, that young Jiang Xuan, under the order of the Emperor of the Great Wu Dynasty, led his army into the heart of the grassland and slaughtered more than a million of our people."
“Today, they came again.”
When Naier Huabutie said this, he suddenly raised his voice.
It turned into a roar: "My boys, do you want to see the tragedy of the past repeated?"
"Are you willing to see your wives, children, and elders being wantonly bullied and slaughtered by the people of the Central Plains?"
"Do you want to see the royal court destroyed, millions of men killed, corpses piled up on the grasslands, blood flowing like rivers, and use our people's sorrow to achieve the achievements of the people of the Central Plains?"
Amidst Naierhuabutie’s angry roar.
There were more than 100,000 old, weak, sick and disabled people who were originally frightened and cowardly.
All of them blushed.
His breathing was rapid and veins on his forehead were exposed.
They screamed in unison: "Kill, kill, kill!"
"very good."
Naier Huabutie listened to the roar coming from the depths of his soul.
He silently reined in his horse and turned around, holding the copper-ringed sword high in his hand.
He roared loudly: "If you don't want to, then hold the sword tightly in your hand and fight to the death with these self-righteous people from the Central Plains. Let them see the bravery and fearlessness of our barbarian men."
"kill!"
(End of this chapter)