Chapter 67 I believe in you

Dream solar calendar, November of the fourth year of Lin Xi.

With the provocation of the Azlan, the war on the grassland is imminent. The glory and blood that had accumulated in Chi Na Si's bones for hundreds of years were completely aroused. When the new king Su Rile and Ke returned with the old king's head in snow-white wolf skin, the herdsman and the warrior walked out of the tent and knelt down silently, with a ferocious and angry look in their eyes. Those amber eyes can't be closed, scattered and distracted. It is these eyes that have looked down at the grassland for nearly 30 years, but now there is only one head intact!

The old king's head was obviously placed in quicklime after being cut off, and the head was quickly dehydrated before it was preserved for more than a month without decay. The dark and thin face was pale, and the dehydrated skin was close to the bones, and the outline of the skeleton could be clearly seen. The amber eyes were bigger in the eyes, and they couldn't close their eyes to stare at the dark clouds rolling up the far north sky. The new king holding the head of the old king was expressionless. His burly body was covered with armor. As he walked step by step, the scabbard at his waist and leg armor collided with each other, making a very rhythmic 'kala-', like crushing human bones. The herdsman and the warrior knelt on the ground and dedicated all their anger and loyalty to the last person surnamed 'Chi Nasi'!

Suile and Ke stood between the herdsmen and the warriors, standing there and looking around. Hundreds of thousands of herdsmen and warriors knelt down with themselves as the center, waiting for his order. At this moment, he felt that he was the center of the universe, and all the stars were running around him. His hand holding his father's head trembled, took a deep breath, and turned his strongest wish into a roar:

"Chinas and Azlan are at war! For the grassland, for the glory of Chinas, kill all the Azlan people!"

In response, there was an angry roar: "Long live the king, long live the king--" Suiller and Ke stood in the sound of herdsmen and warriors, and blood poured into his face. He even felt dizzy and crazy. His whole body was as hot as he was about to burn. He had never been as eager to kill and thirsty as he is now. Hope to slaughter the people you hate - such an idea has never been thought before! Unconsciously, his mind really changed a lot, and he didn't even notice it himself.

The feeling of comfort and peace only when warm blood surrounds you!

In the distant area of Azlan, Huyan Erdun looked silently at the direction of Chi Nasi and listened to the hundreds of thousands of people roaring without any expression on his face. His beard was blown by the wind like an angry lion, but his tan eyes were both sarcastic and pitiful.

"His Royal Highness the Lion King doesn't seem to pay attention to Chi Na Si..." A devious figure in a scarlet robe walked to the Lion King, with a handsome and indistinguishable face with a smile. His whole shemale was extremely strange. Although it was already cold and windy at this time, he was only wearing a thin robe, and his chest muscles were clearly lined.

"Well, China Sijia has declined... Bo Ri Tie is dead, and there is no one on the grassland who can stop me! Even if Zhuo Ligetu is born again, I am not afraid!" Huyan Erdun Ketu said hoarsely that his tone was very calm, but Zhang Kuang Shura in the femur felt clear.

"Your Royal Highness the Lion King should not underestimate the enemy. Chi Nasi's current strength is still very strong. 40,000 vigorous horses and 10,000 thor horses, as well as the strong wind curtain warriors, these are the cavalry brigades on the grassland. I'm afraid it will be difficult for Azeslan to really swallow Chi Nasi..." Shura's long hair wrapped around his head like a flame, and the whole person's demonic charm was stronger.

"Try it! I want to go to war as soon as possible before it snows! Ending the war before the heavy snow sealed the original, I don't want to stain the snow..." The Lion King clenched the knife in his hand, and his aging face burst into a vibrant young man, and his body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of magic flame. I returned the head of the Japanese post to Chi Nasi. Maybe when I see the head of their former king, Chi Nasi and the current king of Chi Nasi will be angry! Mengyang messenger, do you know what it will be like when the wolf gets angry? The Lion King suddenly turned his head and looked at Shura, and his brown eyes looked directly at the blood-red pupils.

"Oh? Please make it clear to your Highness!" Shura said gently and politely.

"The angry wolf on the grassland is lifeless! They are not afraid of death, fear, and nothing! I just want to provoke the anger of the red thinkers and make them rush straight to my lion flag. No one dodges and no one retreats. Even if they step on the body of the previous person, they have to kill my lion flag step by step - I hope someone can come to me alive..." The lion king looked up at himself. The warrior holding the flag held a high flagpole, and the blood-red lion roared fiercely against the wind against the white wolf in the distance.

Sura pondered for a moment, and a sudden enlightened look appeared between his beautiful eyebrows. He said softly, "It seems that Your Highness can't wait to get the gadgets from Fanyang..."

"Well, when I saw that batch of machines, I immediately realized that this was something that could change the times! He didn't hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy that batch of machine brackets. In particular, this was customized from Fanyang when Bo Ri Tie formed an alliance with the Fanyang people before his death, but he could equip it to the army of Chinasi, and he died... But his stupid son actually tore up the alliance with Fanyang and rejected this batch of machine brackets. It's really stupid. Stupid!" The Lion King sneered and said that although it took 500,000 gold to buy this batch of machines, he thought it was worth it! The terrible lethality of five hundred and fifty foreign armor can pierce steel armor, which is something that can change the process of future war. No matter how much it costs, it is worth it! Moreover, the money to buy the machine will also get gold from Chinas, and Azlan has no loss at all.

"Fanyang's machine manufacturing technology is indeed very developed, especially for war! They even claim to make a 'machine that can kill gods'. Although they are arrogant, they should not be underestimated. Although Mengyang's machine manufacturing technology is also developed, it is different from Fanyang's technology. Mengyang's machine manufacturing technology is biased towards the heavy machine bracket of large siege and defense, while Fanyang's machine bracket is biased towards the use of small machine brackets to enhance personal lethality. There is no city to defend on the grassland, and Mengyang's large siege machine is in a useless place on the grassland, but Fanyang's machine is quite suitable..." Shura walked around the world for 300 years and has seen and experienced people. After thinking about it, the news about the machine came to mind.

The Lion King no longer said anything. He looked at the direction of Chi Nasi from afar, and his eyes were cold and cruel. "Get angry, Chi Nasi shows your most violent side. The glory and dignity you value most have been crushed by me. What else do you have besides anger?"

Shura's slender arms spread out, and his slender body was nailed there like a cross. There was no smile on his handsome and enchanting face, and he was as soft and indifferent as the ice and snow in the far north. He thought silently in his heart:

"So night stars, will you be angry when you learn that I have come to the far north? Let me see how far you have grown in these years..."

The night, Chi Na Sibu.

All noble generals are nervously preparing for the war, worry that Chi Nasi has just suffered the death of the old king. The new king has been putting up with it at first, but pain and hatred can make the whole tribe distorted like demons! How can the emperor who has been proud on the grassland endure such a shame?

This is already related to Chi Naisi's glory on the grassland and whether Chi Naisi's rule over the grassland for more than 100 years can continue! It may even be a war ending in tribal slaughter. Grassland warriors and herdsmen regard glory more than life. This is the character cultivated by the far northern wilderness for nearly a thousand years. It is barbaric and rude, but also loyal and resolute.

In the king's tent, several generals and noble family leaders and kings are there. The general Alatancang, the wind tent general Zaerhua, and the seriously injured and heroic cavalry leader Su and Saihan have all scabed. At this time, his life is fine, but he has been abolished in his life and can no longer ride a horse to fight. .

Suile and Ke sat on the throne on the high platform and said peacefully, "The news of the scouts, all the warriors in Azlan have been assembled. They are waiting for us. All the lion teeth are riding and shooting. The wind demon cavalry of the German and the Kuma department have a total of 100,000 warriors! The warriors we can use are 40,000 vigorous horses, 10,000 thre horses, and 30,000 wind tents. If we collect all the slaves in the hands of the nobles and equip them, we can make up nearly 50,000 troops. In terms of strength, we have the advantage!"

"King, then confront Alzlan and crush them fiercely! The glory of Chi Nasi must be washed with the blood of the enemy!" The beard of the head of the Herudin family trembled, and his thin hands clenched into fists, with blue veins on the back of his hand. When he said 'crushing them', he raised his fist and showed a thin arm - Lao Pi held the bone and climbed two more blue veins. It seems that it is easy for this body bone to crush an army of 100,000 people.

General Alatancang stiffed his bow and snorted coldly, "Stupid!"

The owner of the Rudin family stared, glanced at the eagle-like sinking Alatan warehouse and shouted, "How dare you scold me for being a fool? Remember what you used to do! A slave cub became a general and became domineering to the nobles? If you have the ability, you can take your sapling to shoot down Huyan's head. Go, go! Slaves don't have the guts to yell at my old bone... Ah--"

His words suddenly turned into a scream, and suddenly a narrow and snowy knife had been placed around his neck, forcing him to break his words. The owner of the Luding family followed the snowy blade. The wolf-shaped pattern at the knife was realistic and terrible, and the whole blade seemed to spit out from the wolf's open mouth. And the man holding the knife was waiting for a pair of green eyes to stare at him. Zha Erhua sneered and said, "The noble is the head of the Rudin family. The generals here are basically slaves, but they are the backbone of defending Chi Naisi. What's the use of you as a hereditary aristocrat? Do you want to send you a set of armor? Go to the battlefield and try to confront Azlan head-on and crush them fiercely?

The owner of the Luding family glanced at the cold blade on his neck and couldn't say a word. When was his noble aristocrat put on his neck with a knife? But at this moment, holding the knife is the wolf teeth of Chi Nasi, the youngest general. Now is the time of war, and a general who can fight is far more useful than an old nobleman. I'm afraid the king will not favor him, so he can only swallow his saliva and say nothing more.

Zha Erhua snorted coldly and took the knife back. He issued and collected the knife very quickly, and he couldn't even see the way of the knife. Just now, he really had a murderous intention to this old nobleman - Zaerhua was also a slave, and Zaerhua, who became a general, never mentioned the misery of his childhood.

King Su Rle looked at the struggle between the general and the nobles with a blank face, and suddenly felt very tired - at this time, the nobles still couldn't let go, looking down on the general who led troops to fight, and the general also looked down on the nobles who were attached to the tribe to enjoy a superior life. The gap between the two sides was really too deep. This has been the case between nobles and generals since his father was in the reign, and now the war is coming, even more so!

He said in a low voice, "I regret that Azlan is too risky and not worth it. Don't forget that there is also the German-Soviet war cattle cavalry wind magic horse, which can't resist the impact of war cattle. The last time the wind magic horse rushed down to disperse his father's cavalry... It must be like a way.

He looked left and right at the generals and glanced at several famous generals, but the generals didn't say anything - the generals in the grassland have always rushed to the front and swept their opponents with unprecedented momentum. They did not pay attention to any delicate tactics, and the most used was to bypass such basic tactics. However, when this tactic encounters an opponent whose strength is inferior to its own, the effect of the thunder momentum suddenly appears, but in the face of comparable enemies, the frontal impact will fall into the quagmire of tug-of-war!

This is what Lao Junwang used to say before his death. Read more books in the south, and there are many things worth learning. Mengyang's warriors are all walking brigades, and their combat effectiveness is far inferior to that of the barbarians, but the generals in the south just have an excellent formation. Under the array, they can resist the impact of the barbarians! Compared with the generals in the south, the barbarian generals are too simple, and neither strategic nor tactically delicate enough. Killing the fewest people to achieve the greatest deterrent effect is far from being able to be done by barbarian generals.

It's definitely not possible to attack Azlan's army head-on!

It is rare to be calm in the tent, and the nobles and generals are thinking about countermeasures. The enemy has lion-toothed shooting, wind magic cavalry, Kuma's light cavalry, and a number of slave warriors on their own side. How can they fight this battle?

Suil and Ke sighed and stood up with no expression on their faces. The dull atmosphere in the tent suffocated him. He left the general and nobles alone and walked out of the tent and said, "Don't follow me. I'll go out for a breath."

The generals didn't say anything. They could see that the young king was anxious!

As soon as Su Jile walked out of the tent, he took a deep breath of cold air and let the cold of early winter pour into his chest to clear his drowsy mind. I'm so tired. He thought the king was a very majestic existence, but when he really became the queen, he felt so tired that he felt suffocated. Dealing with so many ghostly nobles, resisting the threat of the enemy with the generals, and bearing all this with the poor herdsmen...

There is going to war soon, and his mood is so chaotic at this moment.

In fact, what appeared in front of him was the eyes of the night star when he saw him hugging the rain - the blood-like red pupils were terribly bright, and the strong and substantial murderous intent. Ye Xingchen has studied knife with General Zaerhua for so many years. Because of his hard work, the whole grassland young generation is a master. At that time, he really thought that Ye Xingchen was going to knife him.

He couldn't help thinking of what Yu Meng once said, "What happened to the two good friends seeing each other?" At that time, the three of them thought that they could always be so simple and happy, but the current situation forced people to grow up, and it was even unclear whether it was growth. In short, everything changed - he had to face it by himself. No one will rush to him again to resist danger for him.

Su Rile stood alone outside the tent, couldn't help squatting down, holding his legs with his arms, and his chin on his knees, trying to shrink his body, so that he could feel warmer! At this time, it was almost night, and the torches between the tents were lit up, and the scattered lights made him hazy, but the coldness of the grassland at night was not as warm as the torches.

"Are you thinking about what tactics to use against Azeslan?" A soft and clear voice sounded, and Su Rile suddenly turned around and saw Ye Xingchen's thin body standing behind him. He carefully observed the face of Ye Xingchen. The perfect and beautiful face smiled gently, and the aristocratic temperament permeated around.

"Well, Azilan is too much. I can't stand it. We must fight before it snows!" Su Rile's mood suddenly got better. He simply sat on the ground and looked at the night stars and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I want to talk to you about the war against Azlan, and I happened to hear you arguing outside... It's not convenient for me to go in on this occasion, so I'll wait for you outside!" Ye Xingchen also sat down, looked sideways at Suil and Ke, and said, "Do you have a result? How to deal with Azlan?

"None!" Su Rile smiled bitterly, "The nobles don't move to lead the army to fight. They only know how to rush, recapture the lost honor, and crush the enemy. They don't know how many warriors' lives will be buried in vain. The generals have no clue. They have no backbone! If only my father or General Su and General were still there. At least everyone has a direction. But now I'm the king. They can't trust me and think I'm not as good as my father..."

When Suzile said this, the bitter and self-deprecating feelings in his tone were undoubtedly revealed. It is really difficult to be forced to take over the power in his father's hands, but he can't control the power well. He is not trusted and lead them to follow himself. Ye Xingchen looked at Su Rile's sharp thinness these days, his eyes were a little sunken, and the blood in his eyes was so clear.

"It doesn't matter. If you win a beautiful battle, they will really regard you as a strong man, and no one dares not disovinced you in their hearts!" Ye Xingchen suddenly smiled and said that whether his smile was sincere or not, it could always bring appeal to people. The smiling face of the god makes winter nights as beautiful as the spring sunshine.

Su Rile sighed and fought a beautiful victory. It's so easy to say...

"Suil, don't worry, I can help you. Have you forgotten who my father is?"

Suil and Ke raised their heads fiercely and stared straight at the night stars, with excitement flashing on their faces, as if they had found an unprecedented treasure. Your father, Mengyang's most famous general, the first person to arrange troops in 50 years, General Mengyang Zhentian!"

"Hmm! I also read my father's military books when I was a child, and my father also taught me some arrays. You tell me the current situation of Chinas and Azislan, and I'll help you think about it. Although I only learned fur from my father, it should help..." Ye Xingchen said lightly, quietly and peacefully. He just wanted to help Suil from the bottom of his heart. After all, Suil is his last friend on the grassland. If Yumeng is not involved, they should have stood side by side to face all this!

"Star, I believe in you--" Su Rile turned around and held Ye Xingchen's shoulder, looked at his charming coral red eyes and said. This is the most heartfelt sentence he has said for so many days, which really makes him feel that he will never regret it!

I believe you! I believe you! At this time, all he can believe is his friends, who can accompany him to face great pressure and resist the terrible enemy. Only this equally lonely Mengyang aristocratic teenager can accompany him.