Chapter 148: I'll buy you a winter (68K)

Beside him, Guo Xiaoding seemed to be asking and answering questions himself, and also seemed to be explaining to Chu Zhongxing.

"Are these cavalrymen from the Iltsk Oasis? A small Iltsk Oasis not only has Qi Family, but also has more than a thousand cavalrymen?"

"There are tens of thousands of barbarians in the Iltsk Oasis, and thousands of cavalry. How can they afford to support them?"

Chu Zhongxing was a little bit unbelievable when he heard what Guo Xiaoding said. The Iltsk Oasis only covers an area of ​​more than 500 acres. Chu Zhongxing was already shocked that such a small place could support more than 10,000 people. He didn't expect that there were more than 1,000 cavalry.

This goes against common sense. As Chu Zhongxing who traveled to this world, he knew very well that this was a real world, not a game.

In the real world, humans need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, and so do horses.

A good warhorse needs to eat no less food than a soldier every day. The daily consumption of more than a thousand cavalrymen is huge, plus the tens of thousands of people in the Iltsk oasis.

How can the Iltsk Oasis, which covers only more than 500 acres and is not even for farming, support so many people and so many cavalry!
"The oasis tribes that couldn't afford to support themselves were annexed long ago."

Guo Xiaoding didn't find it strange: "If you have thousands of cavalry under your command, and there is a rich country to your south, what would you choose to do when you have nothing to eat?"

"Go south to plunder!"

Chu Zhongxing understood immediately that it was impossible to support the people with just the oasis of Iltsk, which only covered an area of ​​more than 500 acres. However, the Xianyun were a nomadic people after all, and their real source of food was to plunder the Shang Dynasty from the south.

"Every one of these cavalrymen eats the food that the people of our Imperial Shang Dynasty have worked so hard to grow. The hands of every one of them are stained with the blood of the people of our Imperial Shang Dynasty."

"I wish I could peel off their skin and eat their flesh raw."

Guo Xiaoding looked at the thousands of cavalrymen pressing towards Yancheng like a black cloud, and his expression gradually became solemn.

The Xianyun, one of the eighteen tribes in the northern border, was not good at attacking cities. It was simply wishful thinking for them to capture Yancheng with only a thousand cavalrymen.

But they still chose to raid Yancheng, which gave Guo Xiaoding a very obvious signal.

Perhaps some kind of agreement could be reached within the Xianyun tribe, or even within the 18 tribes in the entire northern border.

Otherwise, these more than a thousand cavalrymen would not have come here to die in vain.

Although the Yancheng Town Northern Army flattened the Iltsk Oasis and killed thousands of Xianyun people in the Iltsk Oasis, Guo Xiaoding did not think that this was a significant achievement.

For the Xianyun in the Iltsk Oasis, it was a very serious incident. After all, nearly half of the people in the oasis were massacred. But for the entire Xianyun tribe, the massacre of only a few thousand people could not cause any harm at all.

As the weakest of the 18 tribes in the northern border, the Xianyun tribe would never attack Yancheng, which was guarded by him, just because of these thousands of people.

Although there are only a hundred or so people in his Yancheng, he is guarded by the commander-in-chief of his Zhiguo Realm and has more than a dozen veteran generals under his command from the Qijia Realm. Without tens of thousands of troops, or the commander-in-chief of the Zhiguo Realm personally leading the army, there is no way to capture his Yancheng.

The most correct approach for the Xinyun is to ignore the existence of Yancheng. As long as they slowly drag the situation until the veterans of Yancheng die naturally, Yancheng will fall without a fight.

There was no need for them to start a war and waste so much manpower!

But now, they did just that.

He Lai, the leader of Iltsk Oasis, led thousands of cavalry and stopped five kilometers away from Yancheng. Seeing Yancheng entering an emergency state of combat readiness, He Lai, the leader of Iltsk Oasis, waved his hand fiercely, and more than 20 black-haired young men were pushed out.

"The Northern Army of Yancheng, listen up!"

The sound of He Lai from Qi Jiajing was very harsh, like a knife cutting metal, but his voice was very loud, as if he was having a conversation with Guo Xiaoding and Chu Zhongxing under the wall of Yancheng.

"You actually took advantage of my soldiers' absence to attack the Iltsk Oasis, massacred thousands of my people, and razed the city that I had worked so hard to build for so many years."

He Lai did not take action directly, but instead listed the crimes of the Northern Army in Yancheng Town:
"You have openly broken the agreement and reneged on your promise. This is a crime."

"You wield butcher knives against women, young and old, which is unkind and unjust. This is the second crime."

"You openly looted food and destroyed buildings in an attempt to destroy the oasis. Your atrocities are like those of a demon. This is the third sin!"

"The three crimes are discussed together, and the gods are furious. If we don't take down the thugs from Yancheng, how can we be worthy of our people and the gods?"

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Listening to He Lai recounting the crimes of the Yancheng Town Northern Army in the distance, Chu Zhongxing had a very absurd feeling.

An uncivilized barbarian from the northern border who relies on plunder for a living is here to recount the crimes of the Emperor Shang’s Northern Zhenbei Army?
Are you fucking kidding me?

Let’s not talk about anything else. Just look at the mortal enemy relationship between the Yancheng Town Beibei Army and the northern border barbarians. Isn’t it right for me to massacre you in the city?
It's a racial dispute, why are you talking about crimes to me?
Chu Zhongxing narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as arrows, staring straight at He Lai who was five kilometers away. Guo Xiaoding, who was standing next to him, had the same look of surprise on his face as Chu Zhongxing.

He has lived for more than a hundred years and has been stationed in the northern border for more than eighty years, but this is the first time he has seen such a scene.

The barbarians in the northern border, facing the Northern Zhenjun of the Imperial Shang Dynasty, actually enumerated their crimes.

It's really the opposite of Tiangang!

"Somebody come!"

He Lai didn't care about the opinions of the Yancheng Town Northern Army, and didn't wait for their response. After he listed the three crimes of the Yancheng Town Northern Army, he glanced at the twenty or so black-haired boys in front of him and shouted loudly: "Let these two-legged sheep kneel down in front of me. Anyone who dares not to kneel will be killed!"

"Kneel down for you? Fuck you, you idiot! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think you deserve to let Grandpa kneel down for you?"

"Oh my god, this barbarian N is a little bit stupid. He suppressed us for so long just to make us kneel down? Shut up!"

"Fuck, I feel like I just heard the biggest joke. Kneel down in front of you, and then behead me if you don't obey? You better kill me as soon as possible, I can't even commit suicide!"

"Shh, this is a bad taste, too boring, I have to give feedback to the dog planner."

"Bah! You are such a piece of trash, are you worthy of my grandfather's kneeling?"

These twenty or so black-haired young men are exactly the player group.

This group of players were happily transporting supplies from Iltsk Oasis to Yancheng, but they didn't expect that more than a thousand cavalrymen suddenly appeared behind them.

The players were naturally no match for these thousand-plus cavalrymen. Many players were trampled to death by the cavalrymen, and only a few were captured by them.

The captured players had their hands and feet tied up, and could only be led towards Yancheng by this group of more than a thousand cavalrymen. Some of them had excitement on their faces, thinking that they had encountered some plot.

Some people looked very upset because the task of transporting supplies was ruined by these barbarians.

Some players even wanted to commit suicide and return to Yancheng, but they were dismayed to find that they couldn't commit suicide because their hands and feet were tied.

Now more than 20 players were pushed to the front, and they were speechless when they heard the barbarians asking them to kneel down.

This dog planner has such a bad taste, it's so boring. Who the hell would kneel down to a group of barbarians? Not to mention the barbarians, even the emperor of the Shang Dynasty would kneel down depending on his mood.

Anyway, I'll just die, who am I trying to scare? Kneeling down was out of the question. This group of players cursed at the barbarians, and they all looked like they wanted to kill them quickly. There was no way they would kneel down to the barbarians.

Seeing the player being so uncooperative, He Lai's eyes flashed with ferocity. He held the bone hammer tightly in his right hand, got off his warhorse and walked to the first player.

"Kneel down or die!"

"Fuck your grandpa's balls, kneel down and lick my grandpa's high toy, and I'll consider letting you go in the future!"

The player with the name [Liang Qianheng] above his head spat on He Lai's face. He cursed He Lai happily, but in his heart he was giving a score to the game "Bai Jia Zhu Dao".

The game "Bai Jia Zhu Dao" is so awesome, and its background is so strong that it doesn't even block his swear words.

If this happened in other games, Liang Qianheng's curse would definitely become a ***, and before long, Liang Qianheng might even be banned from speaking and unable to communicate.

But in the game "Bai Jia Zhu Dao", wow, it feels so good to curse!

Seeing how tough this young Yancheng Zhenbei Army soldier was, He Lai reached out and wiped the spittle off his face. He grinned and swung the bone hammer, hitting Liang Qianheng on the head.

boom!
It was like a watermelon breaking into pieces, with red and white splashing all over He Lai.

"Hiss, exciting, exciting!"

"Ahhhhhh, 'The Hundred Schools of Thought' is awesome, there's no censorship on it!"

"The background of this game is amazing!"

Liang Qianheng's death did not scare the other Yancheng Town Beijun soldiers. These Yancheng Town Beijun soldiers who were about to die were more excited than each other. They spoke in words that He Lai could not understand and howled, as if they were saying, "Kill me, kill me!"
"Since you are seeking death, I, Mr. He Lai, will grant your wish!"

The filthy He Lai recalled everything he saw in the Iltsk Oasis. He was filled with rage and wielded the bone hammer, killing players like crazy.

Above Yancheng, watching He Lai killing players like crazy, Chu Zhongxing touched his chin, wondering what this guy meant.

He led more than a thousand cavalrymen to the city of Yancheng, first listing the three crimes of the Yancheng Town Northern Army, and then began to vent his anger on the players.
Could it be that this guy came here with a mission?

Yes, this guy must have come with some kind of mission.

The eighteen Xianyun tribes in the northern border are not good at attacking cities. Unless He Lai's head is blinded by hatred, he will definitely not lead his cavalry to die!

If He Lai and the more than a thousand cavalrymen under his command still existed, they could slowly annex some weak ethnic groups and make a comeback.

If we were to be completely defeated by the Yancheng Town Northern Army, there would be no chance of recovery.

Being able to become the leader of an oasis and a strong man of the Qi family realm, He Lai is definitely not a fool.

And judging from his current behavior, he doesn't seem to be blinded by hatred.

Otherwise, He Lai would not be killing players to establish his authority, but attacking the city.

After realizing this, Chu Zhongxing's heart moved, and he turned to ask Guo Xiaoding beside him: "General Guo, you once gave me a brief introduction to the 18 tribes in the northern border.

Among these 18 tribes, the most powerful one was Yiluo, and the leader of the Yiluo tribe, Cheng Youwei, once studied at the Jixia Academy and invited Confucian scholars to teach their Yiluo tribe.

"you mean"

After hearing what Chu Zhongxing said, Guo Xiaoding seemed to have thought of something and frowned.

"Is there a possibility?"

Chu Zhongxing guessed: "Yiluo's leader Cheng Youwei, over the past hundred years, slowly devoured other tribes in the northern border and established a country."

Cheng Youwei reminded Chu Zhongxing of some historical figures from his previous life.

"Create a country? A barbarian country?"

Guo Xiaoding raised his head suddenly. He looked at He Lai who was about to kill more than 20 players in the distance, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

The fall of Northern Frontier began with the army led by Cheng Youwei. The 30,000 Northern Guarding Army from Yancheng came to Northern Frontier to quell the rebellion of the tribe led by Cheng Youwei.

More than a hundred years ago, Cheng Youwei was already a governor. The average lifespan of a governor is more than 150 years. If nothing unexpected happens, Cheng Youwei must still be alive now.

Since the Yancheng Town Northern Army retreated to Yancheng, it has completely lost control of the northern border. They don't even know the current situation of the eighteen tribes. They only know that the eighteen tribes in the northern border have no interest in them and want them to stay in Yancheng, slowly grow old and die.

Only the barbarians from the Iltsk Oasis, which is closest to Yancheng, occasionally come to Yancheng to seek benefits and train new recruits.

If Chu Zhongxing had not arrived and recruited so many subordinates to bring Yancheng back to life, Yancheng might have been slowly buried in the sand of time, slowly forgotten, and no one would have known about it.

"With Cheng Youwei's means, courage and ability, he can rule the entire northern border barbarian tribes and possibly establish a country, a barbarian country."

"However, the eighteen tribes in the Northern Frontier believe in different gods and have different customs. I have been hiding in Yancheng for so many years. Although I rarely leave Yancheng, I have not noticed any large-scale wars in the Northern Frontier."

Guo Xiaoding suspected: "I feel that Cheng Youwei may not have achieved the step of ruling the entire northern border and establishing a country."

Thinking of this extremely terrifying person, Cheng Youweilu, Guo Xiaoding did not dare to say too accurately: "Perhaps, Cheng Youweilu is achieving this goal, and may even be about to succeed."

"I also think that Cheng Youwei has a high probability of not achieving this goal yet, otherwise Yancheng would have been breached long ago."

Chu Zhongxing looked at He Lai who had killed more than 20 players and sighed: "But it is obvious that Cheng Youwei is about to realize his wish!"

"Look, the other side is already showing signs of withdrawing their troops!"

"You mean"

A ferocious look appeared in Guo Xiaoding's one eye. Based on He Lai's behavior and Chu Zhongxing's speculation, Guo Xiaoding thought of a possibility.

The Chengyouwei rate is either a test, a build-up of momentum, or a pretense.

But no matter which possibility it is, it would be extremely unfavorable for Yancheng.

"Chu Shuai!"

Guo Xiaoding suddenly looked solemn and called Chu Zhongxing in a very serious tone.

"kindness?"

"I'll buy you a winter!"

(End of this chapter)