The two armies fought, and the most jealous of the army's heart was shaken.

Now, under the persuasion of the Great Elder and the threat of the Southern Xinjiang Army, the warriors of the Yi nationality have obviously begun to waver.

With one, there will be a second.

Until half of the 8,000 warriors laid down their weapons, Rob watched the Yi warriors behind him put down their weapons, and knew that the general trend had gone.

It's just that there are some things that he knows he has to do, and Rob, who has already shown his declining momentum, no longer looks at the city.

Turning the horse's head and looking at the soldiers of the Yi tribe, Luo Bu stood on the horse with outstanding demeanor and said word by word:

"Brothers, I don't blame you, but there is still my father, your patriarch, in the city.

As a son of man, I can't just watch my father be framed and remain indifferent.

As a warrior of the Yi people, I cannot give up our pride and give in to them.

Now, I am going to face this group of demons, you are all the bravest warriors of the Yi tribe, and you are also the people of the witch gods, please lay down your arms and leave. ”

After saying this, Rob rode alone in the direction of the 30,000-strong army.

The Yi soldiers, who had already wavered, looked at Luo Bu's back and shook again.

As when one of them laid down their weapons, there was a second, and nearly half of them chose to follow Rob.

The Great Elder sighed, slowly closed his eyes, and a line of tears dripped from his eyes.

Everyone knows that it is impossible for this group of people to turn back, but after all, it is the 4,000 sons of the Yi nationality, and they will bury their bones here today.

Xu Fusheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't expect Rob to have such a big influence.

It's just 4,000 against 30,000, and the people who command this war are the leading generals of all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, and the victory or defeat has already been achieved from the moment the two sides start to compete.

The long sound of the horn suddenly resounded in the sky, pulling everyone's thoughts to the city.

The battle began.

A rain of arrows from both sides streaked through the sky and fell towards the opponent's formation.

The soldiers on the side of the Southern Xinjiang Coalition Army shouted, and the giant shields were raised one after another, blocking the rain of arrows in the sky.

But there were still many long arrows that pierced through the gaps between the shields and plunged deep into the soldiers' bodies!

For a while, the screams came and went. More powerful and powerful arrows pierced the hand shields held by the light infantry and stuck them in the head and face!

Luo Bu's side was no better, and although the rain of arrows covered a limited area, the Yi warriors who had little protection could easily be wounded.

After the first round of arrow rain, hundreds of soldiers had fallen on both sides, but compared to the side of the Southern Xinjiang Coalition Army, a few hundred soldiers were really insignificant.

Wei Zitong waved his big hand, and the flag waved, and the heavily armored warriors of the Nasu tribe began to move, slowly advancing forward.

The heavy cavalry of the Southern Frontier Guard and the Black Qiang Iron Cavalry had already moved to the left and right flanks respectively, preparing to charge.

The trumpet sounded again.

Wei Zitong rode his spear forward, and the southern Xinjiang coalition army began a mountain and sea charge.

The thousands of warriors led by Rob also began to light up at this moment, and with Rob's long sword pointing forward, they took the lead.

This suicidal charge was tragic and bloody from the start.

Impact, entanglement.

It was as if two torrents slammed into the sturdy causeway, setting off a monstrous wave!

I have to admit that the individual combat ability of the Yi soldiers is extremely tenacious, and they can resist the cavalry charge with infantry and can actually block the opponent's momentum.

It's just that the price is too great, and the Yi warriors fell a third in just this moment.

The battle entered its most brutal phase, with the Yi warriors pushing each other and trying to plunge their swords into the bodies of their enemies.

Wei Zitong's face began to be gloomy when he saw this scene, he never thought that thousands of people could stop the cavalry charge.

Although it depends on one life after another, it is enough to show the strength and will of these thousands of people.

Wei Zitong waved his big hand, and dozens of knights flashed out behind him.

Wei Zi's body was surrounded by cyan light, and dozens of people behind him flashed at the same time.

"Kill!" Wei Zitong snorted.

The sound of horses' hooves of dozens of people was like a thousand horses, as Wei Zitong and dozens of knights rushed in.

The originally stalemate of the battle situation was opened in an instant, and these dozens of people did not waste a trace of waste under the guns, and stayed.

When people pass the guns and leave, the Yi warriors will be killed.

Just as the battle array was about to be chiseled through, Rob, covered in blood, appeared in front with people.

At this moment, Rob has no integrity on his body, and his face is also covered with blood, but he doesn't know if it's the enemy's or his own.

Dozens of thin figures appeared in front of the iron horsemen like thousands of horses.

Wei Zitong looked at Rob's figure and sighed secretly, having to admit that this young man exceeded everyone's expectations.

In order to give the opponent the greatest respect, Wei Zitong raised the spear in his hand and shouted: "Southern Xinjiang Guard, our slogan." ”

Dozens of people behind him shouted at the same time: "Forward!"

This is a charge without suspense.

No matter how heroic and tragic Rob was, he was doomed to defeat from the beginning, and some things are not subject to human will.

With Rob beheaded, the war ended almost quickly.

Most of the Yi warriors, including Luo Bu, were killed on the spot, and some were seriously injured and died.

Xu Fusheng walked down the city with the Great Elder, and the coalition soldiers who shuttled along the way couldn't hide the fear and respect in their hearts when they saw him, and they saluted in the most standard posture.

Xu Fusheng's face was expressionless, turning a blind eye to all this, his thoughts had already flown back to the day Bai Wanning was captured.

If he had so many brave troops fighting that day, would he still be taken away by the Chongxuan Dao Court?

Thinking of this, Xu Fusheng had unknowingly come to the middle of the battlefield, and the generals of the coalition army came to salute one after another, waiting for the next step of the divine envoy.

Looking at Rob's body falling to the ground, Xu Fusheng suddenly became excited, and the series of battles over the past few days were nothing more than fighting for power and profit.

Now that he has really achieved the goal he wants, he is not as excited and excited as he expected, but rather a little helpless.

Lin Huiyu, who was following behind, first felt Xu Fusheng's emotions, and after a pause, she still slowly spoke:

"Lord Divine Envoy, what will be the arrangements for the coalition forces next? What should the Yi people do here? I still need you to show me!"

Xu Fusheng took a deep breath and commanded: "The blasphemers of the Yi nationality have been ambushed, but there will be war among the Yi people.

The Great Elder still led the coalition army to the mountainous areas of the Yi Nationality, if there are still blasphemers, I believe that the Great Elder will have a suitable solution.

As for the internal affairs of the Yi people, I think the prince and the tribal leaders of the Yi people will discuss effective solutions for travel.

After inspecting other cities here, I will go to the Yi mountains, and the witch god will not abandon any of his people. ”

After Xu Fusheng met the generals of various ethnic groups as a divine envoy, he asked the army to begin to retreat and repair.

He returned to Najib with Wei Zitong and several generals, as well as the priests of the Yi tribe.

The leader of the wolf soldiers of the Zhuang tribe was Kramu's uncle, a middle-aged man with a full beard.

He looked tall and extremely heroic, but after a few words of chat, he found that this person was thoughtful and had a unique vision.

"Lord Divine Envoy, don't you really take this opportunity to go to the Yi Mountains?" Song Wenzhao asked unhurriedly.

This time, as soon as Rochler's father and son died, thousands of Yi soldiers died, and the strength of the Yi people plummeted.

It will inevitably become the first choice for all ethnic groups to carve up, and at this time, Xu Fusheng, as a divine envoy, wants to go to the Yi people.

The benefits are obvious, you can divide the Yi people in a justifiable way, and you don't have to worry about what someone says.

After all, whoever says anything, the blasphemer also has the same party and family, and once it is classified as a blasphemer, it is the public enemy of the entire southern Xinjiang.

Song Wenzhao, who is the real power of the Zhuang clan, really didn't expect Xu Fusheng to give up this opportunity, and he really couldn't see through the horse, so he had to ask out loud.

Xu Fusheng didn't explain, but smiled slightly: "When the Song Commander finishes discussing the affairs of the Yi Clan with the various clans, I will go there, and I hope that the Song Commander will not be bothered at that time." ”

Song Wenzhao is so old-fashioned, as soon as he heard Xu Fusheng's words, he immediately understood the meaning. As a new oracle, he is also a supporter of Kramu.

No matter from which point of view, the attitude of the divine envoy is considered to have an explanation for the Zhuang people, and he naturally has to express it.

He bowed his hand and said: "The gods make your lordship serious, the Zhuang people will always be the most loyal people of the witch god, and you are welcome to bring the instructions of the witch god at any time." ”

When dealing with smart people, there are many things that don't need to be said too clearly, and they express their meaning in just a few words.

While everyone was talking, the warriors of the various tribes had already assembled, and Song Wenzhao and the leaders of the Qiang tribe were all paying attention to the whole army on Wei Zitong's side.

They who have led the troops for many years will not fail to see Wei Zitong's strength in any case, and the team of so many people is like an arm under Wei Zitong's command art.

Although the team of thousands of people only had the eight hundred warriors of the Nasu tribe and the hundreds of heavy cavalry, there was not much surprise about the others.

However, under this terrible and strict military discipline, it will not be long before those ordinary people will become brave soldiers, and the future will definitely be a terrifying army that everyone fears.

The most terrifying thing was the dozens of knights led by Wei Zitong, and the charge of dozens of people was comparable to that of the Black Qiang Iron Cavalry.

No matter from their eyes or movements, they can see that they have been on the battlefield for a long time, and their eyes are calm as ice, without any emotional fluctuations at all.

This kind of look Song Wenzhao once saw in an army and remembered it deeply.

This is the eyes of the 'butcher'.

Butcher is a special title that is privately circulated in the army of the Shengyuan Dynasty, and only soldiers who have experienced a hundred battles and killed nothing can obtain this 'honor'.

The butcher is a nightmare for all soldiers on the battlefield, who will not hesitate to cut off one of the enemy's arms at the cost of piercing their own arm.

The bottom line for the butcher to be injured is not to be disabled, so that they can continue to participate in the next battle.

Just as the word butcher may seem like a butcher, killing has become their profession, hobby, and art.

I don't know where this group of people from the Divine Envoy came from, and in this war, all the ethnic groups in Southern Xinjiang had to start re-examining the power in the hands of the Divine Envoy.

Whether the rise of such a force is a good thing or a bad thing for southern Xinjiang, Song Wenzhao has a trace of hesitation in his heart.

It's just that at this moment, I'm afraid that many things have been out of their control, and now it seems that they can only stay in the same boat with the divine envoy for the time being.

The generals of the Qiang tribe and Xu Fusheng have long been old acquaintances, and the two sides who should talk about it have already discussed it before the plan, so there is really no need to say anything at this moment.

Next is the reception dinner, the spoils of the feast.

Xu Fusheng, who led the war, finally established his position in southern Xinjiang through various means.

At this time, even any clan will no longer easily offend a colt with the status of a divine envoy.

Wei Zitong, who was the most outstanding performer in this war, sat silently at the table, and he didn't expect Xu Fusheng to be a Han man.

It didn't take long to come to southern Xinjiang to achieve today's achievements.

Xu Fusheng sat beside Wei Zitong and said with emotion: "If the fourth prince was alive, we wouldn't be working together here." ”

Referring to everything in the past, Wei Zitong, who has always been wooden, was also a little excited, and after taking a deep breath, he drank the wine in the cup and said:

"Childe, if you have any dispatch from the Yi tribe this time, leave it to me if you don't have it convenient for you. ”

After that, his eyes swept over the leaders of the Zhuang and Qiang tribes.

Xu Fusheng waved his hand and said: "This time you don't want to go to the Yi mountains, you take people back to Fengcheng to stand by, our goal is not to eat a Yi tribe."

I'm going to Haizhou next, and you can pay attention to the affairs of the dynasty when you have time, if you really need to, I can only trust a few of you. ”

Wei Zitong nodded firmly.