Chapter 513: Rumors are spreading and undercurrents are surging
"War is the best experience."
Qin Yi didn't know what he thought of. He opened his eyes, glanced down, murmured in a low voice, and then closed his eyes again.
"I just hope that the fewer such experiences, the better."
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In the evening, Samole returned to the tent exhausted, collapsed on the ground, and complained as usual: "Aguda, I have been moving corpses for another day today, when will I be able to be like you, like a real warrior?"
Just like that, draw the long bow behind you, swing the scimitar at your side, ride your favorite horse, and kill all the enemies in front of you."
Shamolle said impatiently without waiting for anyone to reply: "I know, I'm still young, don't always emphasize this point, as if you have never been this old."
Samole hugged his knees with his hands and looked at the Great Wall under the setting sun.
"Aguda, this Great Wall is really high and strong. We have been attacking it for so many days and suffered tens of thousands of casualties, but we still haven't conquered it. I heard someone said that south of the Great Wall, the walls of the towns of the Central Plains people
, is it true that they are all this high? If it is true, how many people will die if we attack town after town."
Samole's chin rested between his knees, and he looked blankly at the increasingly dim Great Wall under the bloody sunset and said: "I know that the most important thing is not the tall city walls, but the people. But, I heard
There are many, many people in the Central Plains, tens of millions of them. Can we really conquer the Central Plains with such a small number of people?"
As the evening wind blew, Shamolle shivered, tightened the sheepskin robe on his body, and then complained: "Also, Aguda, I found out that you lied to me. You said that those southerners are very powerful.
They are weak, like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, but when it comes to real fighting, their strength is not weak at all. I specifically counted, ten of us died, and only one of them died. The strength of the southerners is what you said
, the gap is too big.”
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared, and Shamolle's head gradually tilted down. His soft cheeks sank deep into his hard knees, and he continued to murmur in a low voice: "Aguda, I feel very sorry for what you said to me before.
I wonder, have you always lied to me like a child and told lies? Will God really protect us all the time? Will God really see God after we die? Will God really be with us?
Are you there?"
In the darkness, Shamolle whispered softly in a voice that only he could hear: "I heard that the snowstorm on the grassland stopped, but it was not a reward from the gods, but the mercy of the dragon god. I heard that because of this
Something happened. The Dragon God was angry and went to Tianshen Mountain to attack the Gods. A divine war broke out. The Dragon God and the Gods took great action. The entire Tianshen Mountain was hit by waves and many white wolves were killed and injured. Aguda, didn’t you say that the White Wolf is the incarnation of the Gods?
, won’t he die? This time, I heard that many people found the body of the white wolf in the river. This matter has spread across the grassland, Aguda, should I believe these rumors? "
Shamolle slowly stretched out his hand, and under the dim starlight, he looked at his own hands with numb eyes, his lips collided slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Aguda, I will send each and every one of my clan members
Your body was carried to the shaman, placed on the altar, and sacrificed to the gods. I used to think that I was doing a sacred thing. It was not until today when I carried your body that I realized that it was a sacred thing.
What a cruel and bloody thing.”
Samole's tears finally couldn't be restrained and flowed down. He choked and said: "Aguda, I watched you freeze into a popsicle on the altar and disappear on the altar. Aguda, you can see in this way.
Have you reached the gods? At this time, have you seen the gods?"
Samole sobbed and said: "But, I heard people say that it was not to see the gods at all, but to be used as food and sacrificed to the gods. We are like cattle and sheep raised by the gods. We are born with
Being eaten by the gods, the gods don’t care about our lives or lives at all. Just like this snow disaster, only the Dragon God will care about our lives and lives. Only the Dragon God will protect us. Aguda, I really can’t tell the difference.
Qing, who is telling the truth and who is lying? Get up quickly and tell me, woo woo..."
In the dark night, alone in the tent, Samole buried his head deeply in his knees, bit his lips, and let out a whimpering sound.
"Aguda said, a man is a real man. He bleeds without shedding tears. I can't cry! Wuwu..."
Samole raised his head insistently and stopped the tears in his eyes. However, whether it was an illusion or not, he seemed to hear the same cry coming from the wind.
The smell of wind seems to have become the smell of tears.
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In the large golden tent on the left side of the Langya tribe, rows of oil lamps illuminate the entire tent like daylight. The golden creations shine with a golden halo under the lights, making them beautiful and beautiful.
, like a fairyland.
Cieldan sat on the golden throne, using soft silk cloth to gently wipe the scimitar inlaid with gems on the handle. Cieldan put down the silk cloth, raised the scimitar, and looked at himself reflected in the light.
The shadow on the sword opened its mouth and showed a satisfied smile.
At this time, the door curtain of the big account was opened from the outside, and a young man in his twenties walked in with a smile in his eyes. He knelt down on one knee and put his hand on his chest: "Khan, the matter is settled.
, Moreover, I discovered that it is not just us who are spreading rumors about the Dragon God, but the reinforcements from the north of Yinshan Mountain are also secretly spreading rumors about the Dragon God."
Qierdan glanced at the other party condescendingly and snorted coldly: "Barton, you missed one more, the southerner on the other side of the Great Wall."
Barton reacted immediately, slapped his forehead hard and said: "Yes, why did I forget about the southerners, but I am still so smart, hehe."
Qierdan glanced at the smirking Barton with contempt, looked in the direction of the shaman, and snorted: "These lunatics who are willing to kill tribal warriors for the sake of God, do they think everyone is a fool? The more they insist on their own way,
, the more everyone rebels against their relatives."
Cieldan picked up the gem-studded scabbard with his left hand, put the scimitar into the sheath, and said to Barton in a cold and deep voice: "Continue going tomorrow."
"Yes, Khan."
Barton lowered his head and caressed his chest before accepting the order and leaving.
Qierdan gently stroked the gem on the sword, snorted coldly, and murmured softly: "This is only the first day. I'll see how many days you can last."
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After several days of fierce fighting, Qin Wei stood behind the battlements again, his face no longer confused and hesitant, only perseverance and determination remained.
Qin Wei pointed his sword, and the sword rain shot down the city. A dozen enemies in the fan-shaped area fell into a pool of blood, temporarily clearing the enemies in front of him.
Qin Wei raised his eyebrows and smiled at Qin Hui beside him: "Brother Hui, the Di people's offensive has slowed down a lot today."
It's not as crazy as last time at all.
Qin Hui killed the enemies who rushed to the city wall with one strike. Because the defense zone in front of him happened to be within the fan-shaped area covered by Qin Wei's sword rain, the enemies in front of him were also temporarily cleared. He was free and smiled and said to Qin Wei: "You
I have been practicing in seclusion for the past two days. I don’t know, everything is as the commander expected. After the craziest two days, the offensives in these two days are not as good as the last. We are all talking privately that the war may end in these two days.
Already."
"So, there won't be such a good opportunity in the future?" Qin Wei laughed and said, "Then we have to kill a few more enemies today."
Qin Hui glanced at the enemies that were coming up again, but the enemy's strength was much worse than before, and the madness of vowing to die was gone. Qin Hui chuckled lightly, raised his sword to fight, and said through a message: "
I heard from my uncle that all reinforcements from the other Eighth Army have arrived. After this time, even if the war continues, it will probably be a month before it's our turn again."
Qin Wei shook his head and said: "This is good news for our Qin family army. In just a few days, our Qin family army has sacrificed so many good men."
Speaking of this, Qin Hui's tone also became heavy, but he still opened his mouth to argue: "That was the Beidi army of 300,000, ten times the number of our Qin family's army. After a big battle, we lost less than two people."
With a thousand men, he killed more than 20,000 people. To achieve such a result, the commander-in-chief is already very impressive. I heard that the other commanders of the Eighth Army have been impressed by our commander-in-chief and are willing to obey the commander-in-chief's orders.
"
"Commander..."
Speaking of the Marshal, Qin Wei couldn't help but recall the first time he met the Marshal. At that time, the master was still there, the junior brother was not the Holy Emperor, and he was still a young man. The Marshal was not as majestic as he is now, like an elder next door.
He was as friendly as he was, and his smile was as bright and warm as the sunshine that day.
Unfortunately, time is gone.
He could never go back to that afternoon.
Qin Wei came back from his memories and laughed loudly: "It only took 30,000 people to block Beidi's 300,000-strong army from the pass. Our commander-in-chief will definitely go down in history."
Qin Hui was also very excited: "This battle of ours will be published in books, and I don't know if we will be ranked among them."
Qin Wei shook his head and laughed: "We are just inconspicuous soldiers on the defense line. How can we be qualified to leave a name in history?"
Qin Hui curled his lips and muttered in his heart: "I don't have high hopes, but you do have high hopes. Who gives you a special status? Even if I don't write about you, I can't help but write about you."
From the corner of his eye, Qin Wei saw that Qin Hui's expression was a little weird, and his heart moved, and he couldn't help but glared at Qin Hui: "Brother Hui, how are you planning on me in your mind?"
Qin Hui quickly shook his head and denied: "How is it possible? Am I that kind of person?"
Seeing Qin Hui's guilty look, Qin Wei curled his lips.
"I'm too lazy to care about you."
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In the Marshal's Mansion, in front of the sand table, Qin Yun walked around from time to time and kept gesturing with his right hand. He suddenly stopped and said to Qin Kai who had just walked outside the door: "No need to knock on the door. Come in directly. We are scouts."
how's it going?"
Qin Kai walked in plainly, grabbed the tea on the table, drank it, licked his still chapped lips, looked at Qin Yun and said with a smile: "The reinforcements north of Yinshan Mountain have stopped, and there are even people
They began to flee back to the north of Yinshan Mountain privately. The more than 200,000 troops gathered before and after Beidi were already disorganized. Countless people privately criticized the gods. The great khans of various tribes had begun to openly confront the shamans. The Beidi army was in chaos.
Yes, haha..."
After hearing this, Qin Yun couldn't help but smile: "Okay, okay, the time has come, we can attack on all fronts."
Upon hearing Qin Yun's words, Qin Kai was stunned on the spot.
"Commander, what are you talking about? Go out across the board and hit the Great Wall?! This, this, facing such a large Beidi army, we are already very powerful if we can hold on. Counterattack, this is us. We have never hit the Great Wall.
We have launched an all-out attack. Is this feasible?"
Qin Kai's words were the instinctive reaction of everyone who heard Qin Yun's decision. Qin Yun smiled and asked: "We blocked Beidi's 300,000 army with 30,000 people. Was this possible before?"
Qin Kai immediately shook his head and said: "Of course it's impossible. In the past, when Beidi's army went south, they always took advantage of the spiritual tide and we were too busy to take care of ourselves. This time it's different. This time we..."
At this point, Qin Kai reacted, slapped his thigh, and exclaimed loudly: "Yes, this time, our situation is completely different. The new dynasty was first established, the immortal martial arts first emerged, the Holy Emperor reigned, and the Central Plains
Stability is the time when it is at its peak, and we are completely powerful and confident to attack."
Qin Kai said excitedly: "The history of wars in the past dynasties has trapped me. Why didn't I think of counterattack? We have now gathered all the elites from the nine counties in northern Xinjiang, which is no worse than the 300,000 troops in Beidi. We can definitely
We can go out of the Great Wall and fight with them on the grassland. We can chase them and fight them all the way to the north of Yinshan Mountain. Haha, how many gains will we make along the way? Haha, maybe we can defeat Beidi in one battle.
If your vitality is damaged, you will not dare to look south to the Central Plains for hundreds of years to come."
Once his mind opened up, Qin Kai immediately thought of a lot.
"Moreover, the future war model must also be changed. In the past, they harassed us, and now it is our turn to harass them. We are different from the Di people. We have an organized army. We are professional soldiers. We
Both in terms of combat power and execution ability, they have natural advantages that are unmatched by any tribe. Unlike us, Beidi is not protected by towns. If we attack and they defend, haha, they will be afraid
The defeat will only be worse, Commander, Beidi won’t even dare to cross the Yinshan Mountain in the future, right? Haha..."
Qin Yun smiled and nodded: "Yes, your ability to deduce battle situations has greatly improved now."
Qin Kai was embarrassed by the praise and quickly scratched his head and replied with a silly smile: "Everywhere, it's all cultivated by Brother Yun."
Well, I was so happy that I lost all my usual caution.
He didn't even call him Marshal anymore, and just called him by his previous title.
"Okay, please bring the commander-in-chief of each army over. Let's discuss the next battle situation together."
Qin Kai accepted the order excitedly and left.
Qin Yun was left alone in the room again, and Qin Yun looked at the sand table again.