Chapter 59 The Future King of Martial Arts

The king was killed, and when the news came back to China Thought, it was like the sky collapsed. Azlan's messenger threw the headless body of the half-dead Su and Saihan and the king in front of the temporary camp of the tribe, roared proudly like a hunter running around the prey: "Beresh Chinas is dead, and from then on, Azlan will be the new royal family on the grassland. The king of Erdun Ketu gave the Chinas family three days to consider whether to surrender. If they surrender, except for the nobles and the Chinas family, the rest of the people can be born. If they do not surrender, they will destroy the Chinas family!"

General Alatancang held the dragon tongue bow in his hand, and a sharp light flashed in his deep eyes. He exuded a cold breath, as if to crush the revering Azlan messenger with his eyes. There is a reason why the messengers of Azlan dare to shout so fearlessly. It is the rule that the messengers are not killed among the grassland tribes. It was his horse's hoofs wantonly across the bodies of the king and Su and Saihan, and the dust fell on their motionless bodies. When he spoke, the horse whip pointed to the people, and the shouting became more and more arrogant.

General Hayabusa, who was sting, had no expression on his face and muttered the words of the messenger of Azislan at the corners of his mouth: "The king of Er Dunketu...give... destroy the clan..." His deep eyes were gloomy, and the pheasant-shaped forehead on his forehead was covered with a cold sweat king. Suddenly, he moved, pulled out an arrow from the arrowhead at his waist and shot it with a bow. More than 100 steps away from the Azlan messenger, there was no extra aiming action. The dark arrow shot like a beam of black light. The sharp arrowhead shot in from the messenger's mouth, penetrated his tongue and hind jaw, and from the back neck. It came out dangerously, and the arrowhead was full of dark red blood.

The messenger shook his body for a moment and fell down, and the process happened extremely quickly. Alatancang couldn't breathe from drawing arrows to shooting messengers. His whole body was cold, cold and gloomy, and he watched Azlan's messenger die under his archery. The tribe does not kill messengers, but no matter how Chi Nasi declines, the glory of the lord of the grassland will not allow such young people to be defiled. Falcon is the king's eagle. Whoever dares to provoke the king, Alatancang will dive down and blind his eyes!

At this time, Suzile and Ke moved. He turned over and got off the horse and stumbled towards his father's body. The young man in his twenties stumbling, as if his feet were not a solid earth, but a swamp to swallow him up. This distance is only a hundred steps, but Suil felt that he was chasing the sun and could not reach it. His eyes were hazy and he looked at his father lying on his dirty forehead, covered with dust. How could this be the wise and magical father? Obviously, my father still rode a tall war horse and fought with 20,000 vigorously! Why did it become like this in a blink of an eye?

Before his father left, his face was hard and cold, and his forehead temperature broke out on his chest. Riding on a tall war horse, the horse's mane and his great command were swept by the wind, like a flying flag, like the god of war coming down from ancient murals. But why is it like this now? Is that thin and embarrassed headless body really a father?

He was powerless to kneel on the ground, supporting the ground with his arms to prevent himself from really falling down. His eyes were full of crystal tears, his father's dirty body was full of wounds ground by grass roots and gravel, and the meat on his chest became rotten, and he could see the ribs inside, as if they had been polished by the roughest sandpaper - was his father's body dragged all the way behind the horsetail?

A moment of fury burst out from his chest, and the whole wilderness was filled with his voice of grief and pain. Thousands of warriors and herdsmen stood there in the distance and dared not move. They stared at the grief-stricken young man kneeling in front of the old king's messy body in pain, and his ears were full of his wounded beastly roar. They are also struggling to absorb and transform the news in their minds: King, dead!

Su Rile wanted to pick up his father, but he didn't know where to start. My father's body is incomplete. His left arm was cut off by Emperor Lin Xi in the war against Mengyang four years ago. Now he doesn't even have a head, and his body is full of burnt wounds by flames. His originally strong and burly body becomes thin and weak like a circle of meat cut off by a knife. Did this king, who has been in charge of the grassland for nearly 30 years and is known as the closest to Zhuo Ligetu, the god of war, finally ended up like this? Leaving aside these glory, as a son, how can he calm down when he sees his father die so miserably and his heart is like a knife?

Su Rile suddenly fell down, hugged his head tightly, lowered his head desperately, and roared uncontrollably. He didn't know what he was shouting, and there was no thought in his mind. He just shouted out the last breath in his chest and shouted out all the grief and all the pains. Too strong grief swept through the smallest details of his body, and the arms holding his head were even numb, and his brain felt dizzy.

He seemed to feel that he was sinking and sinking into the bottomless abyss. He was like a poor mayfly falling into the void. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not control his body to sink. The cold sadness drowned him like a tide, and he couldn't help pouring it into his nose and suffocating him. Who can pull him and who can save him?

"Who can save me--" He roared hoarsely, his voice was extremely hoarse, his face was full of tears, and he was powerless to sit on the ground, without the dignity of the son of the world.

"Your Highness, calm down!" A hoarse but calm voice sounded, like a rumbling thunder, and a powerful hand pressed on his shoulder. Su Rile shook his body, let go of his head, and looked up at the person who was talking to him with a weeping face. Alatancang's deep eyes were looking at himself. His silver lock armor glowed with a cold light and said, "Your Highness, the king is dead. You are the last man of China Si. You have to shoulder a heavy burden. Now is not the time to be sad. Chi Na Si is facing an unprecedented crisis. If you are desperate, Chi Na Si has no hope. The king who can protect you is no longer. From now on, you must learn to protect yourself, live up to the king's expectations of you, and live up to the glory of the ancestors of the Chinas family!"

Su Rile looked at General Alatancang in a dazzle, and tears fell down. He grabbed Alatancang's hand like a life-saving straw and shouted, "What should I do? Tell me what to do..."

Alatancang looked down at the helpless Suzil. His Royal Highness, who had become a barbarian adult, was like an abandoned child at this time, pitiful and pathetic. Is this the last heir of Chinas? Looking at the tears flowing on Suzile and Ke's faces, Alatancang actually felt a burst of nausea - he rejected the tears of helplessness! If crying is useful, then let the world be overwhelmed by tears!

"General...General, tell me what to do... Dad is dead, what should I do..." Sujile and Keji sat on the ground, holding Alatancang's leg armor in both hands, and shaking his legs with tears in their eyes. His simple and honest face wrinkled together, tears and snot flowed down the bridge of his nose and lips, crying to the extreme. The general told me what to do...please..."

"Pa--" A slap in the face of Suzile and Ke's face was so loud that he fell out and fell to the ground, and half of his face immediately turned red and swollen. The confused sadness in his eyes seemed to have been pulled into pieces and replaced by an unstoppable anger. He stared at the Alatan warehouse that hit him, but when he saw the sharp eyes like an eagle falcon, he couldn't help losing the battle - Alatan warehouse's eyes were too sharp. He stood there, and his body was like a few pieces of steel. It's as sharp as the bow and arrow in his hand.

"Your Highness, be sober. No one can help you! You are the only one who can help you!" Alatanchang bent down and looked at the crying Suzile Heke and said fiercely. His slender arms suddenly waved out and pointed to the herdsmen and warriors who were at a loss a hundred steps away. Look at them, and hundreds of thousands of red herdsmen behind, look at their eyes! The king is dead, and their hope is all on you! Looking at their eyes, their eyes are clearly begging you to save, but you are begging others to save yourself? Only you can save yourself!" Alatancang's last words almost roared out, roaring fiercely at Suzil and Ke's ears, as if to engrave this sentence into his skull.

He stretched out his big steel-like hand, pulled Suzil and Ke's hair, and pulled his head to let him look at the poor herdsmen and overwhelmed warriors. At this time, he can't care that the person he is holding like a chicken is the son of Chi Nasi, the future king, and the person he is willing to give his life in the future! Only by cheering up quickly can Chi Naisi survive the great change of the death of the old king. At this time, the enemies hidden in the dark may just want to see them so flustered!

Suil's head was still buzzing, and General Alatancang's slap was so powerful that he even felt his old teeth shaking. Suddenly, a sweet smell gushed out of his mouth. His hair was held by the general's eagle's claw-like hand, and his scalp was about to explode. On the contrary, his mind became more clear. Tears were dried by the cold wind, cool and tingling. He saw the eyes of the thoughtful herdsman in the distance - frightened, panicked, overwhelmed, afraid as if the sky collapsed, and the hope in his eyes...

Suddenly, the words that the king said to himself before riding 20,000 vigorously before the war came to my ears: "You are different. You are the last man surnamed 'Chi Nasi' except me, and you can't stand the loss. After my death, you will be the king of the barbarians! In the future, Dad will follow your horse and obey your orders, and several generals and nobles and all herdsmen will kneel in front of you to be loyal to you. Your road has just begun!"

"Dad is really dead, and I can only go by myself in the future! Everything has just begun..." Sujile and Ke muttered with blood from the corners of their mouths. The sadness and despair in his eyes quickly converged and was replaced by a quiet and clear. The herdsmen and warriors in the distance are looking at themselves, and they are all their hope in the future! What did he look like when he shouted like that just now? A sense of guilt gushed out. He reached out and opened Alatan's hand holding his hair and slowly stood up. The burly body stood there like a solid wall, blocking the wind and snow, the cold and all dangers - he must be tough and make the red thinkers hope again.

He reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at Alatancang, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, General..." Then he bent down and reached out to pick up the messy body on the ground. The mutilated body of the old king lay quietly in the arms of his young son, quietly facing his family. Go.

A trace of light flashed in Alatan's eyes, and Sujile and Ke turned quickly. It was really unexpected that they cheered up so quickly. That's all. Chi Nasi must have an extremely tough and decisive leader. The more difficult it is, the tougher the leader will be. In this way, the tribal people can have the backbone and firmly gather around the king. Only then can Chi Nasi have hope!

He also bent down, picked up Su and Saihan's body, felt a faint heartbeat in his chest, and couldn't help but be happy. Su He was burned all over, his eyes were bleeding, and the meat on his body seemed to have been burned and shrunk. He was no longer the majestic grassland general wearing armor to lead the invincible vigorous iron horse across the grassland. Alatan took a deep breath and whispered, "Old friend, let's go home..."

He followed Sujile and Ke, walking heavily and slowly. The body of the old king and the seriously injured and unconscious general slowly walked towards the Chinasi tribe under the escort of his son Sujile Heke and Junqi. As they approached, the tribesmen made way one after another, knelt down, lowered their heads, and welcomed the return of the king and the general. At this time, no one spoke. Whether it was a trembling herdsman or a warrior in armor, they all looked solemn and solemn, which was the last respect for the king who died in battle.

History.

In the history of the barbarians, Bolite Chinasi is a very complex king. He is cruel and crazy, but he is wise and respected. When he first became the king of Chinassi, his strength had declined a little. His father left him not much, and more power was in the hands of several of his brothers. If the Great Shaman had not supported him who had nothing at that time, he would have died in the battle for power of the princes.

The most frightening thing about him was the battle of Chinasi's extermination of the Gaza tribe 13 years ago, which killed more than 400,000 people in World War I, regardless of men, women, old and children, civilians or nobles! His iron fist frightened other tribes, but it made Chi Naisi's rule more stable. Four years ago, the grassland suffered from summer drought and severe winter snowstorms. He decisively launched a southern expedition against Mengyang, with fruitful results and became more and more detached from the status of the barbarians.

He dedicated everything he had to Chinas and the grassland. As the king of Chinas, what he thought about was the whole barbarians. He had always wanted to tear off a large piece from the rich and warm territory of the south to accommodate his people living in the cold land. For this reason, he ignored the opposition of the nobles and even the opposition of the great shaman. Alliance with Southern Fanyang. However, the alliance is limited to the Chinas aristocracy and has not been made public. If the alliance is known by the majority of herdsmen, I'm afraid it will have an unimaginable impact on the rule of the Chinastic clan - the hatred of the barbarians in the far north towards the south is innate.

He is also an extremely enlightened and visionary wise man. When the power brought by Fanyang's messenger was displayed in front of him, he immediately realized that this was an invention that was enough to change the times. He did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy such a powerful machine bracket, but he could not see such a powerful crossbow showing its unparalleled power in the vast grassland in the far north. The Azlan Department started the war in advance, a year ahead of the king's plan. If it could be a year later, Fanyang's advanced aircraft would be equipped on the cavalry of Chinasi, and I'm afraid the result would be very different.

But his magnificent blueprint and infinite imagination about the future of the barbarians have been ruined by his death. Buri Te Chinas is one of the few men who can be named a true hero. There is no shortage of heroes on the grassland, but those so-called heroes are limited to the struggle within the far north grassland. They are short-sighted and will only search for the barren and fragile grasslands. The real grassland hero is a person who can compete head-on with the south and take substantial benefits for the barbarians from the greedy southerners. Zhuo Ligetu Chi Nasi more than a hundred years ago, and Bo Ri Tie Chi Na Si is also one. This is the existence remembered by history, and too many heroes who are obsessed with the internal power war of the barbarians are only buried under the grassroots in the end...

When the young Zunwu king Suzile and Ke Chinas buried their father in the barren mountains, the young man did not shed another tear. He did not choose the snowy mountains in the north of the far north to bury his father, but chose the Huanghe Mountains where the boundary between the far north and the south was located. He deliberately let his father's feet face south and his head to the north, so that when his father's soul sat up, he could see at a glance that he was obsessed with the south he wanted all his life, so he did not hesitate to do his best to seize the vast and warm fertile land he wanted to seize... He could always stand at the highest peak of the Huanghe Mountains and look down on the land he could not get. , an unfulfilled dream...

The encouragement of hatred and shame to people is extremely powerful. Chi Naisi's 20,000 heroic cavalry in this battle was destroyed, and even the king was killed. The only ones who survived were the heroic leader Su and Saihan, but the seriously injured general could no longer ride a horse to fight. However, under unprecedented shame and hatred, Chinasi immediately turned their grief and indignation at the killing of the old king into expectations and support for their sons Suzile and Ke Chinas. Even Suzile and Ke themselves did not expect that the process of his succession to his father's power was so smooth. It's just that his brother Mondulatu, who has been protecting him, has died more than a decade ago, and now his father is also dead. Now the only thing he can rely on is himself. He has shouldered hundreds of thousands of hopes on his young shoulders.

But the young Suzile and Ke have always felt that they were not ready to take the position of king, and history hastily pushed him to the stage. The future king of the barbarians has been given too much hope, but the boundless war, countless corpses, helpless sighs, and strong enemies. His young heart can't afford it.

But the cold mask has been pinned on his face. Whether he is willing or not, the mask that the ruler will have is connected to his flesh and blood...