Chapter 12 , wolf smoke rolls on

"Bang!"

The huge chariot hit the heavy gate, like a long-awaited rape finally succeeded, and the besieged imperial army burst into a burst of excited cheers. Black Wind City, the holy land of the Black Mountain, was finally broken by the strong imperial army after holding on for half a month!

The Sams used to live on nomadic cities and rarely settled in cities, but as a nation that worships gods, there is always a holy place for everyone to worship. This was originally the main religious sacrificial place of the Sam. After years of development and operation by the Montenegros, the largest tribe among the Sami, it finally became a real city. The city is built on the mountain. Because it is backed by the Great Black Mountain, it is located in the wind between the two mountains and resists the strong wind blowing from the desert for many years, so it is called the Black Wind City.

On the high slope far away from the battlefield, McRae, the commander of the imperial army, looked at the imperial army in iron-gray military uniform and began to pour into the city like a tide, and his tense face finally showed a trace of relief. Since entering the Coror Desert, the imperial army has gone through all kinds of hardships, lying in yellow sand, braveling heat and resisting drought. At the same time, it has constantly resisted the harassment of Sam's riding and breaking through many dangers. After losing nearly one-fifth of the imperial warriors, it finally captured the holy city in the eyes of all Semen, and the legend The Sem artifact "Black Totem" is in the Moon Temple in the city.

"Parath, it's a pity that I didn't give you the first warrior of the empire a chance to charge." When McRae said this, there was no regret on his face. Count Pallas, dressed in armor and standing next to the marshal's chariot, shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "I'm not interested in battles with disparity in strength."

McRae burst out with a long smile, "Then I'm afraid you won't encounter an interesting battle. The imperial army is in an absolute dominant position throughout the continent of Atlandes, even under the whole world."

McRae is qualified to say this. Although the Sams far exceeded the imperial army in the Western Expedition in total, they could not be compared with the powerful imperial army in terms of equipment or training level. In addition, there were many contradictions between the tribes and could not work together to resist the invasion of the imperial army. Therefore, McRae blocked the other two major tribes of the Semi with only 30,000 right and 50,000 left armies. The possible support of the Heluo tribe in the north and the strong wind in the south was able to concentrate their superior forces and defeat the most of the Sam tribe in one fell swoop. The powerful Montenegrins broke through the Black Wind City in one fell swoop. On the whole Kolor Desert, there is no military force that can compete with the imperial army!

"Let's go! We can finally enter the city with the majestic posture of conquerors, hoping to successfully find the 'black totem' and complete this sacred mission. McRae's words were a little unfinished, and it seemed a little regret that all this went too smoothly. With his gesture, the marshal chariot began to drive slowly towards the Black Wind City, which was still fighting. The marshal's guard and many generals and staff protected the chariot around the chariot and began to sail towards the Black Wind City.

The large-scale battle in the city has stopped, leaving only sporadic conflicts and the cries of women, children and children. Black Wind City is now like all fallen cities. The conquerors are enjoying their feast, and the losers are paying the price of blood and tears for failure.

Pallas followed McRae's horse and stepped on a messy city street. The narrow streets and scattered corpses along the way made the chariot impassable. McRae had to change to a war horse, which more or less affected his interest in patrolling the city and only made the guards go straight to the center of the city. Temple.

The struggle cry of Black women and children along the way and the cheers of imperial soldiers touched Pallas's nerves. The scene looked so familiar, as if he had experienced it as a child. It's just that this time I became a conqueror and cried for another poor nation. This scene made Pallas faintly uneasy, but for the sake of the sacred goal in his heart, he had to suppress this uneasiness.

Due to the prior order of Marshal McRae, the Moon Temple in the center of the city was not invaded by war and robbed by conquerors. The imperial army only surrounded the sacred place in the eyes of Sem people and waited for their marshal to complete the final conquest in person.

The temple is a place to worship the gods. There are no Semmi warriors, only priests, witches and witches, so McRae did not need the marshal's guard to clear the field in advance and disapult and take the lead in stepping into the holy place in the eyes of the Sem people.

After entering the huge temple with McRae, Pallas was immediately surprised by the situation in front of him. There was no imagined chaos and panic in the temple, but immersed in a peaceful and quiet atmosphere. Under the leadership of the priest, more than a dozen witches and witches quietly knelt in front of the huge moon statue and silently prayed for the fate and future of the clan.

"Priest of Tutulu," McRae came to the front of the masked old man in colorful clothes, lifted off his ferocious mask and said to him in Samian language, "Instead of praying for the protection of your moon god, you might as well come and beg me. The fate of you and your people are now in my hands. If I want them to live, they will live, and if I want them to die, they will die!"

The old priest with a dark face and a vicissitudes of life closed his eyes, turned a deaf ear to McRae's words, and still silently praised the ambiguous prayer. McRae sneered at this and pointed to the huge moon statue behind him. Immediately, two attendant warriors jumped on the divine case, grabbed the huge statue and was about to push it down. The people kneeling in front of the statue couldn't help but howl and worshiped the ground. McRae raised his hand to stop the subsequent movements of the two warriors.

"I just want a 'black totem'!" McRae stared at the old priest coldly, as coldly as his eyes, "Tell me where it is? I'll leave as soon as I get it. Otherwise, the whole Black Wind City will become a barren city, and you and the moon god you worship will completely disappear with the city!"

The old priest made a slight ** at the corners of his mouth, but still didn't say a word. McRae finally waved his hand when he saw this. The two warriors immediately pushed the statue down with his gesture, and the statue fell to the ground. In the earth-shattering sound, the stone statue had fallen into several pieces. More than a dozen witches and witches immediately fell to the ground and cried bitterly. A witch suddenly raised her hand to McRae, and a black smoke floated out of her hand and flew to McRae.

"Black Witchcraft!" Several warriors lost their voices and exclaimed. They instinctively wanted to retreat, but they saved their responsibilities. For a moment, they didn't know whether to advance or retreat. But the black smoke floated a foot in front of McRae, but it seemed to touch an invisible wall and was blocked in front of McRae. A warrior beside him accidentally inhaled a little black smoke in panic, and his white face turned black in an instant. He let out a scream in horror, stumbled out a few steps away, and suddenly fell softly to the ground. I don't know whether it was because of this black witchcraft or fear. McRae, surrounded by black smoke, sneered as if nothing had happened and pointed to the witch. The two warriors immediately stepped forward and cut off the witch's head with a knife.

"Do you want to do black witchcraft on me?" McRae sneered and said, "I don't know that I have received the blessing of Master Stanma. There is a protective boundary condensed by the three major magicians of the empire with spiritual power all over my body. How can ordinary witchcraft hurt the imperial marshal?"

At McRae's signal, the marshal guards in the hall picked up their crossbows and aimed at a group of witches. The action of a witches probably holding the hat caused a misunderstanding of the warriors. The crossbow arrows fired at him one after another, immediately nailed him like a hedgehog, and fell to the ground before he could make a sound. The rest of the witches saw that they all fell to the ground and did not dare to make any more changes.

"Marshal!" An imperial general suddenly broke in and reported loudly to McRae, "We have caught the Montenegrin chief. Please send the marshal."

"Bear in!" At McRae's order, an imperial soldiers immediately brought a burly old man with feathers on his head into the temple. The old man's dark face was engraved with the vicissitudes of the years, but he was still resolute and tenacious, like an old and strong ancient tree withered vine.

"Chief Bayin, you have to give the 'black totem' and 10,000 Semi youths as I ordered at the beginning. How can the Black Mountain come to where it is today?" McRae looked at the old black man leisurely, and a cat-and-mouse look flashed in his eyes. The old chief curled his lips contemptuously and said proudly, "The Montenegrin people only have warriors who died in battle, and there are no coward who surrender!"

"Good! I want to see how many warriors there are in your family!" With that, McRae waved to a general, "Go on, slaughter the city!"

McRae's voice was not loud, but it made the chief Bayin, who was profiant in Spanish, tremble all over and suddenly fell to the ground. The high priest Tutuulu was also shocked all over, and the muscles on his face couldn't help twitching. Their expressions made other witches immediately guess the meaning of the imperial marshal, and the crying sound immediately resounded through the temple. An old witch climbed in front of the broken moon statue and couldn't help kneeling and crying: "God! Save your loyal people! How can you watch the aliens who believe in evil gods destroy your noble gods and slaughter your innocent people? Send your divine power to deter heaven and earth and send these evil people to hell!"

The witch's chattering curse caused McRae's unhappiness. With his fingers, the crossbow in the hands of the warriors immediately flew to the witch and immediately shot her to the ground, but she still cursed endlessly. The resentful curse continued to spray out with the blood in her mouth and echoed in the empty temple. At the motion of McRae, a warrior stepped forward and cut off the witch's head, but her resentful curse still echoed in the hall for a long time. This situation was quite strange. Several imperial warriors were shocked and couldn't help looking around in panic, but McRae said lightly, "Don't be nervous. It's just the 'echo art', the eagle worm skill of the Sam witch. This witch didn't even calm my ears after death."

The echo in the hall gradually disappeared after a long meal. Until the temple calmed down, he looked around at the Montenegrin priests, witches, witches and chiefs and said coldly, "I'll ask for the last time! Tell me where the 'black totem' is? Otherwise, I will kill all the Semen in Black Wind City, no matter old or young!"

The old priest oozed blood from the corners of his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing. The old chief trembled all over and closed his eyes tightly, but tears still rolled out. Seeing that they had no intention of giving in, McRae was about to wave an order to the general when a witch suddenly straightened up: "I know, I know where the 'black totem' is!"

"Well, from now on, you are the new high priest of the Black Mountain!" McRae turned to the Wuzhu. It was a simple and honest young Wuzhu. It was probably not long before he died to become a divine servant, and there was no other special oil paint of Wuzhu on his face. He muttered with trembling lips, "I'm not a high priest. I just beg the marshal to let go of the old and young women and children of Black Wind City!"

"No problem!"

With the promise of the imperial marshal, the Wu Zhu ignored the fierce voice of the high priest and the chief and finally whispered, "The 'black totem' has been brought out of the Black Wind City by the Emar witch and Bayan, the first warrior of the clan!"

"Nonsense! Black Wind City is surrounded by the imperial army. How can they escape?

"They crossed the Great Montenegro and entered the Corolla Desert!"

Corolla Desert! McRae's face changed slightly, and the Corolla Desert can barely find water. The Corolla Desert behind the Great Montenegro is a place of death without water or life. It is a forbidden area of life. If the "black totem" is really taken to the Corolla Desert by the two Semen, it will be very troublesome to find it.

"Marshal, I have told you the whereabouts of the 'Black Totem', please remember your promise!" After saying that, the witch turned to the high priest and tribal chief, "I betrayed the Black people and the moon god, hoping that my blood can wash away my sins!" After saying that, he hit his head on the stone pillar beside him, and his head suddenly burst and his brain splashed!

The traitor's behavior shocked the imperial warriors, and the imperial soldiers who were born and died had an instinctive respect for those who looked at death, even if he was an inferior nation. The hall calmed down for a moment, and we could almost hear each other's heartbeats. Finally, McRae coughed gently, breaking the solemn tranquility in the hall. Seeing that he couldn't ask anything more valuable, he turned around and left. Before leaving, he hinted to a general. The general immediately understood and made a killing gesture to the warriors. Suddenly, there were countless tremblings of bowstrings, the sound of arrow feathers breaking through the air, the sound of arrows entering the flesh, and the short screams of the servants.

"What is the marshal's next step?" Pallas caught up with McRae, suppressed his sympathy for the dead, and asked as calmly as possible.

"Concend all the young men as slaves and hand them over to the rear army and send them back to the empire. Kill the law of refusing to give in! The army repaired in the Black Wind City for three days, and at the same time sent a tough cavalry team to cross the Great Montenegro and enter the Corona Desert to chase the two Semen!" As soon as McRae finished speaking, he saw a messenger galloping in front of him, turned over and got off the horse, raised a small bamboo tube in front of him, and reported loudly: "Marshal! I just received the biography of Feiyu from the empire!"

McRae took the small bamboo tube, poured out the small note inside, and hurriedly unfolded it, and his face changed. Seeing this, Pallas couldn't help asking in a low voice, "What's the important thing about the empire?" Do you want to send this urgent Feiyu biography?

"Look for yourself!" McRae handed the note to Pallas in a stunned manner and muttered, "What I was most worried about finally happened."

Pallas took the note, which said only a few words: On July 28, 3, Richard the Great crossed the Cyprus Mountains and quietly invaded the Great Western Empire, and the Western Expedition rushed back to help!

"Let's go back like this?" Pallas returned the note to McRae and asked unwillingly. McRae thought for a moment, tore the note into pieces, watched it slowly drift away in the wind, and then said lightly, "Don't care about it! This is a great time to conquer the Sam, and I don't want to miss it. The empire also has Marshal Downey and his 100,000 elite armored army, which can fully cope with the invasion of Dongxuan people!" Speaking of this, he stopped and whispered, "This matter should not be known to others for the time being, otherwise it will shake the heart of the army."

After saying that, McRae turned over and slowly left the Moon Temple under the swarm of the marshal's guard. On the way, he muttered to Pallas, "It is not enough to be afraid of 100,000 Dongxuan. Downey's 100,000 armored army can fully cope with it, but if it is led by Lin Xiaoyu, the martyr of Dongxuan, it will be a little difficult to win or lose. I said."

Paras shrugged his shoulders indifferently and looked up at the eastern sky where the Great Western Empire was located. He didn't care much about the victory or defeat of the imperial army. He only thought about how to find the "black totem" as soon as possible, which was his main purpose of coming to the Colore Desert.

The sky is like blood, and the wind hunting seems to indicate that the real war has just begun.

"Woo--" The thick horn echoes leisurely on the vast Atlandis Plain, which is the most suitable for the iron armored army to charge. Marshal Downey, who besieged the invaders of Dongxuan, was very happy to complete the siege of the enemy on this endless plain.

Taking advantage of the Western Empire's western expedition to the Semitic tribes and the emptiness of the country, 100,000 Dongxuan rode over the Cyprus Mountain and quietly entered the territory of the Western Empire. The excessive trust in the sky made the imperial army on the Cyprus defense line not prepare for war at all, and was easily broken through the defense line by Dongxuan and penetrated into the hinterland of the Western Empire. The leather armor light horse of the Dongxuan people is much faster than the heavy armored iron armored cavalry of the Great West Empire. They unscrupulously cross the vast Atlantis Plain and skillfully avoid the encirclement and interception of the imperial army at every critical moment. Although the imperial army has an absolute advantage, it has to garrison important cities and fortresses across the country to prevent possible rebellions between Dongxuan and Semen in China. Therefore, there are not many mobile forces that can really participate in the encirclement and suppression of Dongxuan light cavalry. After several unsuccessful pursuits, Marshal Downey finally came up with this "net fishing" strategy and used a small city that was easy to attack and difficult to defend, Desai and the grain of a city, and introduced 100,000 elite cavalry from Dongxuan into the pockets already prepared by the imperial army.

Dongxuan people rushed into the Great Western Empire and went deep into the hinterland of the enemy. It was impossible to carry too much food and fod supplies. Therefore, their extreme desire for food and grass forced them to take risks. Desai City was originally the territory of Dongxuan. It is a famous city rich in spirits. There are countless wineries in the city. In addition, almost every family also produces spirits. Because it is also a granary to make wine, and most of the surplus grains within hundreds of miles should be concentrated here to make wine, which is undoubtedly very attractive to the Dongxuan army that lacks food and grass. Therefore, they did not hesitate to swallow the bait. After seizing the city of Dessai to obtain grain and fodder, Dongxuan's army was also surrounded by the imperial army.

"Do you have any news about Marshal Bryan and General Macley?" Downey habitually stroked the thick beard under his jaw and hadn't worn it himself for a long time. This steel armor was a little narrow for his fat body. The general behind him heard his question and immediately whispered: "The latest news just now said that Marshal Bryan's infantry army is 120 miles away from Dessai. General Markley's mixed corps is still 150 miles away from Dessai.

"They should speed up, simply slower than the turtle!" Donnie muttered dissatisfiedly. 100,000 armored troops, plus Brian's 140,000 infantry corps and Macley's 120,000 mixed regiments, surrounded the city of Desai in three ways, and on the other side was another Saion River on the continent of Atlandis! 360,000 to 100,000, plus the help of heaven, if the invaders of Dongxuan escape again, it will be a great shame in the history of the empire! Thinking of this, Downey looked back and gave an abrupt order to his entourage: "Don't wait for them, speed up your progress, and get to the city of Dessai before dark!"

The 100,000 imperial armored army, like an iron-gray steel river, rushed to the city of Dessai ahead with the sound of horseshoes.

In the city of Desai, the simple official office was temporarily conscripted as the Chinese army camp of the Dongxuan West Expeditionary Army. In this temporary camp, Lin Xiaoyu, the martyr king, was distracted by the map marking the enemy's forward route. More than a dozen generals and staff behind him were silent, and everyone's faces were more gloomy than the sky before the storm came. The 100,000 Western Expeditionary of Dongxuan State is already on the most dangerous edge.

"How far is the three-way enemy from here?" Lin Xiaoyu's face was as usual, making it difficult to see what he was thinking from his expression. Only the heavenly mage, who often watched him fight against his master Cangming Mage, vaguely guessed that thelie wang had used a "win or lose hand" from the action of the fierce king's habitually touching the green jade spot finger of his right hand, and now he is waiting anxiously waiting for the opponent's response.

After checking the latest information sent by the scout again, a general replied in a low voice: "Brian's 140,000 infantry are still 120 miles away from us, Macley's mixed troops are 150 miles away from us, and Downey's 100,000 armored army has begun to speed up, less than a hundred miles away from us."

Donnie, who was so happy, finally couldn't help it! The fierce king's heart widened, and the action of touching the green jade spot finger suddenly stopped, and then turned to the Tianxiang mage: "Is there really a heavy fog in the early morning tomorrow morning?"

"That's right!" Tianxiang Mage hurriedly said, "Last night, the moonlight was dark and the stars were dull, indicating that there will be a thick fog in the early morning tomorrow morning."

The fierce king looked around at the generals and finally stood up slowly from the commander's position and calmly said to the generals, "If you pass the order down, the army will abandon the city and come out to meet Downey's armored army!"

The generals look at each other. Even if they want to abandon the city and break out of the siege, they should move towards the relatively weak infantry army! How can you ride with 100,000 leather armor and touch the most elite iron-clad cavalry in the Western Empire? Only a few generals who received the secret order of the king in advance left happily, and they were obviously full of confidence in the king's decision.

After the generals took orders one after another, the King of Lie carried his hands and went to the backyard of the official office alone. In a secret room guarded by his own soldiers, an old wingman was tightly shrinking in the corner of the wall. Seeing the King come in, he immediately stared at the King fiercely with hostile eyes, and his eyes were full of resentment.

The king didn't care about the hostility in his eyes. Fortunately, he smiled and said, "Hodu, I have to thank you for everything you have done for my Western Expedition. Without your eyes in the air, I really can't escape the siege of the Westerners at a critical moment. This time, I You have to use your ability!"

The wingman's blue eyes stared at the king resentfully, gritted his teeth and said nothing. Seeing this, the martyr king said, "As long as you can help me win this western expedition, I will not only let the heavenly mage remove the 'body insects' planted in your body, but also give you everything you want, and even give you a permanent fief in Dongxuan Kingdom. Otherwise, even if you don't care about the pain of 'corpse worm' eating the brain, I just need to explain to your people about your betrayal of Prince Alette. You must know better than me what the result will be.

The king's last words softened the wingman and replaced it with an inexplicable fear and regret. After a long silence, he said, "His Royal Highness, as long as you remember this promise, Hodur is willing to serve His Royal Highness."

"Actually, it's very simple!" King Lie smiled and said, "You just need to stare at the whereabouts of the Imperial Army Infantry and Mixed Corps for me. This is just a piece of work for you."