Devil’s Advent

Chapter 264 Joke

The Yan people here are celebrating the Wanfu Festival, while at the other end, in the camp of the barbarian army, a thin-faced man is sitting on a couch made of snow wolf skin, gently stroking his face with the fingers of his left hand The scar on his face revealed a thoughtful look.

He is the king of the savages. It is difficult for you to tell what age he is from his appearance, because what he was more than ten years ago, and more than ten years later, he is still what he is.

Even Ang Da, who went out with him to roam the world at the beginning, can already see the aging temples, but for him, the years seem to have stopped on him.

The Yan people came, so Que Mu and Ang Da should have died in battle.

Wang stretched out his hand, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip of herbal tea.

The tea is bad tea. The military chiefs in Beifeng County like this one. The tea is astringent, and even scratches the throat, which is the same as the wind and sand in the Northland.

Wang learned to drink tea at that time, and he has kept the habit until now. Even though many generals and leaders under him have already drank expensive tea, he still maintains his habit of drinking this bad tea. .

It's not for the sake of remembering bitterness and sweetness, but many times, after a habit is formed, you don't bother to change it.

The curtain of the king's tent was lifted, and an old man with a string of skulls hanging around his neck walked in. He bent down respectfully, put his hands in front of him, and said sincerely:

"king."

Wang nodded and pointed to his body,

"sit."

The old man sat down.

The savages call themselves saints, and they believe in the stars. They believe that the radiant depths of the stars are the world of the gods, and every pious savage will be led there after death.

The messengers of the stars in the world are called guides.

Every tribe has guides, which are very similar to the priests of the barbarians. At the same time, the guides of each tribe usually have part-time jobs in addition to daily magic sticks: doctors, teachers, psychological counselors, prophets, climate experts, etc. Scientists and so on.

It's like when introducing famous historical figures in primary school textbooks, a long list is always added: politicians, thinkers, and so on.

However, although Sanghu wears the clothes of a guide, he is not a guide. On the contrary, he used to be annoyed because his family was bullied by the guide of the tribe. All the savages were beheaded and killed, and then exiled in the snowfield for more than 20 years, becoming a group of rogues. It's okay for other savages, as long as they obediently take out part of their cattle and sheep, they can be forgiven and let go, but as long as they meet the guide, It must be tortured and killed.

For this reason, he has also become the public enemy of many tribes in the snowfield, because he is openly provoking the ruling order of the entire snowfield.

The real leader family of the big tribe, would they believe in the legend of the usher?

They know that it doesn't matter whether they believe it or not, as long as the people below believe it.

After the king's rise, his brilliance shone on the snowy plains, and Sang Hu led more than a thousand old brothers who had been with him for more than ten years to defect to the king's command.

Sang Hu said he was guilty.

The king said, you are guilty.

Then, the king put him on the clothes of the guide, making him the representative of the guide under the king's command.

After this, Wang once asked him, do you still hate it?

Sang Hu said, don't hate it, it's just a joke.

He has spent half his life killing the guides, doing such a presumptuous thing, but at the end of the day, he almost becomes the leader of the guides in the entire snowfield, what is it if it's not a joke?

After Sang Hu sat down, the king said:

"The people from Jin at the Snow Customs, do you have any reaction?"

Sang Hu replied:

"No response."

Wang continued to stroke the scar on his face with his hand, and said:

"It was still making noise before, but now there is no response at all."

"Does the king think that the Jin people have already heard the news that the Yan people have entered the snowfield?"

"Do you think that the tribes below us are all of one mind? There will always be someone who will inform us."

"It should be killed."

"It doesn't matter. It's not a big deal. The Jin people have been operating on the snowfield for hundreds of years. If they can't even report the news, it's not that the Jin people are incompetent. It's because we are too stupid. People have been suppressed for hundreds of years and cannot raise their heads.

Besides, even if they don't tell the truth, since the people of Yan sent troops, how could they not inform the people of Jin? "

"So, the Jin people already know that the Yan people are coming."

"yes."

"My subordinates really can't figure out why the Yan people traveled thousands of miles into the snowfield. Didn't the Jin people and the Yan people have just fought?"

Wang smiled,

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"The tribes on the snowy plain usually attack and annex each other, but every time the Jin people invade in large numbers, they will soon form an alliance to resist the Jin people."

"The subordinate understands half of it."

"What about the other half?"

"That's why we savages united because of the disaster, but the Yan people and the Jin people didn't."

"Um."

"king?"

"So, although we claim to be saints, people outside call us savages, because we are not yet civilized, and we are indeed not civilized."

Sang Hu bowed his head and remained silent.

This is racism, and no one will feel comfortable facing racism directed at them;

And this time, it actually came from their king.

"Beasts, when they are hungry, hunt for food; when they are thirsty, they drink water; when the season comes, they reproduce, chase pastures and water sources, and when they are full, they bask in the sun.

Our saints are really not much different from wild beasts. When disasters are imminent, we only think of a short-term alliance.

The people of Yan are not in danger, but they know how to take the initiative to make arrangements. "

"Subordinate, I understand."

"Don't worry, you have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to walk step by step on the road. Our clan has been trapped in the snowfield for too long, and the vision of the clan has become too narrow."

"The Yan people..."

"The Yan people are not easy to deal with, this time it is the Jingnan army of the Yan people, and the Nanhou of the Yan people is in charge of the army himself.

There are two major cavalry of the Yan people, one is the Zhenbei Army, and the other is the Jingnan Army.

There are two major princes of the Yan people, one is the Marquis of Zhenbei and the other is the Marquis of Jingnan.

But to be honest, the Zhenbei Marquis is strong because the Zhenbei Army is strong; and the Jingnan Army is strong because the Jingnan Marquis is strong.

Beifeng County is adjacent to the desert, where the young man from Yan, who put on his armor and mounted his horse early, can fight directly with the barbarians. A knife that has been sharpened for a hundred years is naturally extremely sharp;

The Jingnan Army has never experienced a major battle. After Jingnan Hou took over and built it for more than ten years, the battle of entering Jin Dynasty was not inferior to the Zhenbei Army, alas.

Therefore, this king has always believed that on the surface, the Marquis of Zhenbei is second to none in the military of the Yan Kingdom, but in fact, the Marquis of Jingnan is the real military god of the Yan Kingdom. "

"What is the Yan people helping the Jin people this time?"

"The people of Yan want to be another co-lord after Daxia. At the very beginning, this king sent a letter to the old man of Situ's family, willing to join hands with him to resist the people of Yan.

That old thing, yes.

Unexpectedly, Situ Lei actually called the Sword Master of the Jin Kingdom directly, took him into the palace, killed his own father, and took his position.

After he ascended the throne, he left the people of Yan alone, and the imperial driver came to Xueyuan himself.

Whether this Situ Lei knew that he couldn't beat the Yan people, so he smashed the jar, or he wanted to deliberately put on a posture of brotherhood against the Yan people, I don't know, maybe no one knows except Situ Lei himself .

But Situ Lei's attitude was already obvious. He didn't want to start a war with the Yan people, and he was even willing to be half a head lower than the Emperor Yan of Yanjing. "

"Then why is he still on the throne?"

"It's convenient for bargaining in the future. This is how you do business. In the past, when this king went out with the caravan, he always behaved in this way."

"So, the Jin people from Xueguan will go out to support the Yan people?"

"It will definitely come out. He is a native of Jin, and he has no qualifications to watch the fire from the other side. He listened to the reports from the tribes who fled all the way back from the west. The Yan people burned, killed and looted all kinds of crimes in the snowy fields in our west. Many big tribes were defeated by the Yan people.

The people of Jin understand that if the Southern Marquis of the Yan people is lost in the snowfield, they will have to face the wrath of the Emperor Yan on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is the Yan people who have eliminated those disobedient people in the western snowfield for the king. After the big tribe, the power of this king will completely control that area, and the pressure he will face will be even greater.

The most important thing is that the so-called Dacheng Kingdom, less than a year after its founding, was defeated in successive battles by the emperor himself. In fact, even if the Yan people did not come, the Jin people would eagerly continue to go out and attack outside. In his eyes, face is more important than the lives of cattle, sheep and warriors. "

"Wang, on the front line of Xueguan, my subordinates will lead your most loyal warriors to help you block it. Wang, you can free up your hands to deal with this Nanhou of the Yan people."

"How many soldiers and horses have we gathered here now?"

"Already nearly 40,000, and tomorrow we can gather another 20,000, all of whom are the most skilled warriors under the king's command."

"Okay, start withdrawing in batches tomorrow night, just leave 10,000 warriors here for this king, you and them all go to Xueguan, and when the Jin people come out, eat them all."

"King, there are only 10,000 warriors left here, how can you defeat the Yan people, this..."

Wang yawned,

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"My king's tent is here, and with ten thousand warriors, it is a big dish for that Yan man Nanhou, and it is decent enough to entertain Yan people from afar.

The Yan man Nanhou wanted to kill, so the king sent him up to kill him. As long as we eat the Jin army who dared to attack this time, Xuehaiguan will be able to take advantage of the situation.

No matter how good the Yan people are at fighting, it is impossible for them to destroy our holy clan. Only when the Xueguan Pass is broken, can the sky of our holy clan become wider again. "

"Wang, this is really too..."

"Don't worry, I'm not those idiots Que Mu and Onda. At the critical moment, I will let these ten thousand warriors cut off my back."

"But………"

"Go down."

"Your subordinates know, king, please take care, your subordinates must break through the snow customs and wait for the return of the king!"

Sang Hu left.

In the king's tent,

Only Wang was left.

Wang reached out and took out a delicate small box from under his leather couch,

Open,

Inside the box was a little girl's embroidered shoes.

Wang held the shoes carefully in his palm,