Anger is rage, and is one of the most common of the Five Devils. There are many of them and they are diverse. For the God's messengers, they are considered inferior food.

Cheng Youwei and his followers wanted to please the [God's Messenger] and collect the best [Five Devils], and let the greed and desire born from the betrayal of loyal and good people be the best food.

Sikong Zhen's deception and abuse made Cheng Youwei lose his patience. He ordered his subordinates to take the half-dead Sikong Zhen away and continue to imprison him, and then his eyes turned to the other two players.

"Fuck, Lao Deng, if you have the guts, kill me!"

"Bad taste, bad taste!"

"Hiss, the background of this game is really awesome. I always feel that Guo Jia is using this game to tell everyone that the world is actually a dark place!"

Cheng Youwei was a little confused by what the two players said. He looked at the players and his voice returned to calmness:

"Those who surrender will be rewarded with noble titles and can fight in the army. Those who show bravery can be promoted to higher positions and enjoy endless wealth and glory."

Get promoted to a higher position? Enjoy endless wealth and splendor?

Then the problem is coming.

What about the mission?
It can be a faction mission, special mission, hidden mission, or any corresponding mission that pops up in a dialog box.

For players, promotion, wealth and glory are all bullshit if there is no pop-up task dialog box.

Cheng Youwei obviously didn't have the ability to perform tasks in front of the players. The two players looked at each other and sneered:

"Lao Deng, I have also downloaded the anti-fraud app. You can only fool children with this!"

"This old Deng is too naive. You think you can make us surrender with just these lies? Isn't it funny? If I surrender and give you the information, you will definitely kill me!"

"I, the Yiluo Empire, always keep my word. I swear on the Yiluo Empire that if you two surrender, I will definitely fulfill the conditions I promised!"

I also swore
Sima Yi swore an oath in front of the Luo River, but what was the result?
I swear, this thing is just for listening.

The two players sneered at the words of the old man wearing the gyrfalcon mask and did not believe it. The only thing that could make the players surrender without hesitation was the mission.

Otherwise, even if you talk big and want two players to be the so-called Chanyu of the Yilou Empire, the players will not be interested.

Seeing that the Yancheng new army was unmoved by soft or hard tactics, Cheng Youwei snorted coldly and ordered his men to torture the two players with more severe torture. After he walked out of the makeshift prison cell, he came to the coalition tent and looked at the several old men in silk brocade robes sitting in the tent. He said in a deep voice:
"The new army of Yancheng is too tight-lipped. We can't get any useful information from them. I order you to send troops immediately and aim at Yancheng."

"I just don't believe it. In such a small city like Yan, all of them are so stubborn!"

"The Chanyu of Yiluo can't even handle a few small ants? I think it's better for me to be the leader of the coalition!"

An old man holding a ghost staff and with black graffiti all over his face couldn't help but laugh when he heard Cheng Youwei's words. Although the 18 tribes in the northern border have temporarily united, they are not as united as an ironclad entity.

The Chanyu of the other two super-large tribes in the northern border have always coveted the position of leader.

"Doba was stunned. Now that the [God's Messenger] has awakened, if there is not enough food for the [God's Messenger] to eat, I would suggest that the [God's Messenger] give it to the [God's Messenger] to go around your tribe!"

"Believe me, the hungry [God's Messenger] is willing to listen to my advice."

Hearing Cheng Youwei's threat, Duoba was stunned but not afraid. Instead, he looked at Cheng Youwei with a big smile on his face: "The three of us are all in Yiwulu. If you don't care about the lives of your people, you can just send the [God's Envoy] to go there!"

"Oh, then give it a try!"

Cheng Youwei looked at Duoba Lengran with murderous intent. If they had not been forced to unite the eighteen tribes in the northern border in order to fight against the Zhenbei Army of the Di Shang Dynasty, how could they have allowed Duoba Lengran and others to take the opportunity to expand their own tribe.

At that time, Cheng Youwei used the great Confucian scholars of the Imperial Shang Dynasty to enhance the strength of the tribe, but then turned against them and killed the great Confucian scholars, which led to the Imperial Shang Dynasty sending the Zhenbei Army to suppress them.

Cheng Youwei, knowing that he was no match for the Zhenbei Army, united 17 tribes in the northern border to fight against the Zhenbei Army.

However, when Cheng Li, the leader of the Zhenbei Army, was killed, Cheng Youwei suddenly discovered that other tribes in the northern border, who he could control at will, were secretly strengthening themselves while the Zhenbei Army was mainly dealing with him, Cheng Youwei.

These tribes followed his example, madly learning everything about the Shang Dynasty and developing themselves rapidly.

By the time the Zhenbei Army was completely driven to Yancheng, there were two other tribes in the northern border that were no less powerful than his Yiluo.

Yiwulu was occupied by three tribes, and the remaining fifteen tribes in the northern border also had intricate interests entangled with these three tribes.

"Hey, everyone stop arguing.

The Imperial Shang Dynasty is facing a great enemy, we should unite and go south to hunt the people, instead of arguing about trivial things here."

A fat old man with a big belly and a kind smile on his face hurried forward to try to stop the fight. Cheng Youwei looked at the fat old man coldly and snorted.

This fat old man who was smiling and trying to stop the fight was not a good person. This fat old man was responsible for half of the reason why Cheng Youwei was unable to suppress other tribes in the northern border.

"As the leader of the alliance, I order the Chanyu of each tribe to send troops immediately and aim at Imperial Shang!"

Cheng Youwei left with a huff, leaving behind these words. The 18 tribes of the Northern Frontier had a 300,000-man army. The march of 300,000 troops was not an easy task. The 18 tribes of the Northern Frontier had been planning for this day for several years, and it took them three years to prepare for food and fodder alone.

Although Cheng Youwei was the leader of the coalition forces, he could not directly command the 300,000-strong army. He could only give orders to the Chanyu of each tribe, and then let the Chanyu of each tribe order the troops to march.

Military power cannot be concentrated in the hands of one commander, as the only result will be inefficiency and procrastination.

On the third day after Cheng Youwei issued the order, the 300,000-strong army reluctantly moved towards the Imperial Shang Dynasty.

Cheng Youwei, who had already led his tribal army southward one step ahead, was so angry when he learned that the armies of other tribes had just moved out of camp that he swung his sword and killed the player [Zhang Xueyi].

Zhang Xueyi: Lao Deng 666!

The coalition forces of 300,000 from the 18 tribes in the northern border were not enough to match the million-strong army of the Imperial Shang Dynasty. If it weren't for the chaos caused by the nine kings of the Imperial Shang Dynasty and all the soldiers on the border were stationed in Zhongzhou, Cheng Youwei and his army would not dare to have any intention of going south.

Even so, Cheng Youwei had no idea in his mind, but he knew that if he did not lead the coalition army of 18 tribes in the northern border to attack the Di Shang Dynasty in the south, the constant internal strife in the northern border would inevitably consume military strength.

The tribes in the Northern Frontier are now in a very bad situation. In the west, the [God's Messenger] who came down from the Tianshen Mountain has corroded the west side of the Tianshen Mountain and blocked the road to the west in the Northern Frontier.

To the north of the Northern Frontier is the Abyss, which is freezing cold all year round and only a few big monsters can survive there.

To the east of the northern border lies the boundless ocean, in which there are extremely terrifying monsters. Not to mention ruling the country, even a strong man who wants to pacify the world may die in the ocean if he goes there.

The eighteen tribes in the northern border could either stay in the northern border or go south to the Imperial Shang Dynasty.

However, the Northern Frontier was originally a desert, arid, and spiritually scarce territory, and the Imperial Shang Dynasty looked down upon the Northern Frontier. They included the Northern Frontier in their empire only because of the saying "All under heaven belongs to the king."

It is impossible for the eighteen tribes in the Northern Frontier to stay in the Northern Frontier obediently. Not to mention topics like spiritual energy and cultivation, they can't even get enough food to eat.

If the eighteen tribes in the northern border had not gone south to plunder the Imperial Shang Dynasty, at least tens of thousands of their people would have starved to death every year!
The only way is to go south!

"You are a bunch of incompetent people. You delayed your army's march for three days. If you were to fight against the Imperial Shang Dynasty, I don't know how many times you would have been killed by the soldiers of the Imperial Shang Dynasty during this delay."

Cheng Youwei knew that the efficiency of the coalition forces would be low, but he really didn't expect it to be so low.

Can such an army fight a tough battle with the army of the Imperial Shang Dynasty?

Thinking of the two Yancheng new soldiers who were still alive in the cell, Cheng Youwei suddenly felt like retreating.

The Imperial Shang Dynasty stood for a thousand years, how could their small northern border tribe dare to challenge it?
Not to mention the northern border, even if the southern barbarians, western Rong, and eastern Di were added together, they wouldn’t be able to cause any waves.

"Now that the army has set out, I am actually thinking of retreating. This is a big taboo, a big taboo!"

“If the Imperial Shang Dynasty is in its heyday, I would naturally not dare to invade.

But the Imperial Shang Dynasty is now in turmoil, the Nine Kings are in chaos, and the ferocious beasts suppressed in various parts of the dynasty are causing trouble, so they have no time to care about our northern border!"

"Plus, I have the [Demon] to command, so even if the army of the Imperial Shang Dynasty comes, I can defeat it."

The bluestone wall was not too high, but it was stained brown and black by blood, telling everyone that countless battles had taken place here.

Guo Xiaoding, who led the Zhenbei Army and the army of players back to Yancheng, looked at the players constantly coming in and out of Yancheng, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

Yancheng in the northern border is the real root of Guo Xiaoding and his Zhenbei Army!
The imperial capital had long been buried deep in his memory. Only the northern border eroded by wind and sand and the endless enemies represented Guo Xiaoding's life.

"Yancheng!"

"How could we abandon you and run away!"

Guo Xiaoding's heart suddenly calmed down at this moment. He led the Zhenbei Army and slowly entered Yancheng. He felt like he was alive again.

The Imperial Shang Dynasty was not his destination. Only the northern border and the endless desert were his destination.

"Everyone, take over the new army and guard the northern border!"

"Build fortifications, set traps, prepare rolling stones, rolling logs, and prepare a pot of gold!"

"Forge weapons, make arrows, add poison to the arrows, and try to scratch the enemy, then take his life!"

"Little barbarians, if you want to attack the Imperial Shang Dynasty, you must step over our dead bodies!"

After entering Yancheng, Guo Xiaoding quickly issued several orders. His physical wounds had not yet healed, but with one foot already in the grave, he seemed to have returned to the year when he was an adult and followed his commander Cheng Li to the northern border.

That year, he was in the prime of his life!
That year, he was full of passion!

That year, he despised the barbarians! (End of this chapter)