It was already the 14th day, and the 200,000 troops of Pontus, 500,000 herdsmen, and the dust kicked up by hundreds of millions of cattle and sheep in the south had already obscured the northern sky, like dark clouds, oppressing.

But the southeast wind that everyone was expecting did not rise, but the northwest wind became more violent, and the die-hard loyalists of the 50,000 Linhu kings, who were blowing the big flag and had no way out, were already desperate. They believe that they have lost the opportunity to run hundreds of miles away and set fire to a section of the barrier. Now their only choice is to use these 50,000 horses, moths to the fire, and rush to the enemy's 700,000 rebel position.

This is not an exaggeration, because in this era, whether it is the grassland peoples or the Central Plains, all the people are soldiers, and 500,000 herdsmen are the reserve army of 500,000 in the capital.

Everyone knows that even if they are ten by one, even if the enemy stretches his neck and waits for him to slash and kill, he will be tired to death.

True desperation spread throughout the army.

But the reason why they didn't completely collapse was because on that high platform, the gang who looked as calm as Mount Tai was still chattering.

Everyone believes in ghosts and gods, and they believe in piety. But at this time, everyone has gradually become disappointed and hopeless. Now that guy on the high platform, no one believes him anymore.

One soldier began to rub his bronze sword, and another asked, "Is it true that the gods do not take care of us?" ”

The soldier said hatefully: "I don't know if the gods take care of us or not, but I do know one thing, we have no way out, and I have at least 10 enemy lives on my hands, and my family members have all died at the hands of the rebels." Now my only way out is to kill 5 enemies, avenge my 5 family members, and then be killed by others, so that I can go and reunite with my family in peace. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief: "Actually, in this grassland, who is the king has anything to do with us?" Whoever the king is, we are all slaves, and we are all grazing cattle for that king, and at last we will receive a little mare's milk, or a lamb or two, that they give us, and I have had enough of it. ”

The little soldier sat down beside him: "I really envy the Zhou people, among the many slaves of the Zhou people I know, I know that they are no longer slaves. Their lives are no longer the slave owners', and the slave owners can no longer slaughter them casually. And they are free to choose what they want to do, as long as they pay enough poll tax. In my heart, I sincerely support the transformation of our king. I hope that this war will be won, and the king will release us from slavery and let us graze freely, as long as he pays enough cattle and sheep every year. ”

The soldier, who was sharpening his sword, stopped: "The reason why I am fighting like this is that I hope to get the ending you said. Then he shook his head bitterly: "I am fighting for my beliefs, and the people on the other side are also fighting for their beliefs, and there is nothing wrong with either side." If we die for the sake of faith, we can be regarded as dying. Then he stood up: "Let's go to that altar and say one last prayer." After praying, let's go to the battlefield. ”

On the altar, Lin Hu lay on Zhao Xing's ear, enduring the sour smell of sweat rolling down Zhao Xing's head: "In the reeds of 10 miles, a small boat has been reserved for the Lord. Five miles further down, in a big turn in the river, I reconnoitred in detail, and the tall war horses could be passed, but the vast majority of our war horses could not be passed. ”

Zhao Xing was in a cold sweat as he listened, but was silent.

"Lord, please come down from the altar with me now, we still have time to escape."

Zhao Xing still didn't speak.

At this time, countless Linhu warriors slowly walked towards the altar, and then slowly knelt down reverently in front of the altar. Tens of thousands of people knelt down, but there was no sound. 3a Reading Network

Batch after batch of soldiers, after three bows silently, then stood up, and then walked to the periphery without hesitation, and collapsed on their war horses, and so on. There were no complaints, only the atmosphere of death.

Gently shook the goose feather fan in his hand, and then pointed to the anxious Lin Hu, pointing to the groups of soldiers who knelt down to say goodbye, Zhao Xing said indifferently: "I, as a person, have been centered on myself since I came out. Thousands of calculations and plans were made. No matter how many human lives are lost in my hands, I will see it as an ant, because I am a god on high, a god from heaven. In my eyes, all people in this era are empty and unreal, including you, my brothers, my daughter-in-law and daughter. ”

For Zhao Xing's heartfelt statement, the true feeling of a traveler to an ancient world, Lin Hu couldn't help but kneel down and worship piously.

In his opinion, this is his own Lord who really reveals his identity, that he really is God.

At this time, sitting on the high altar, you can already see that on the northern horizon, the huge banner of Pontus is displayed, flying proudly and wantonly with the strong north wind.

Without looking at him, Zhao Xing continued to point to the groups of soldiers who knelt down below: "But at this moment just now, I felt my meanness and my shamelessness. Although I am high above, I treat these empty people as ants, as pawns in my game, at my mercy. But I saw how important I am to them now, and I really see that they are also one living life after another, living people. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief: "For more than ten days on this altar, no one bothered me, let me sit here and really think about myself." At this time, I really realized that I am not a god, and God sent me to be a god. ”

Lin Hu was even more pious and frightened: "Lord, you are not a god, you are a messenger sent by God to this world. ”

At this time, the earth had begun to tremble, the tributes on the altar had fallen, and the enemy's 200,000 iron horsemen had already covered the grasslands in the north.

King Lin Hu, who had just stepped on the altar, and dozens of leaders around him all heard Zhao Xing's words, and were truly moved by his words, and they were really willing to bow down.

"Lin Hu, go and sink that small boat, since God put me here, he will never let me die, otherwise he will try his best to drum up these things to come out, is he idle?"

Just after this very serious sentence, when this deflating sentence came out, the strong north wind suddenly stopped.

Everyone was stunned.

The cold sweat on Zhao Xing's back fell.

In the blink of an eye, all the wilted flags on the altar flew again, but this time the triangular flags were not pointing south, but north. In just a few breaths, the southeast wind broke the flagpole and made everyone unstable.

Zhao Xingmeng pulled out a sword from under his ass and pointed it to the north: "The southeast wind borrows, my people, my believers, set fire to all the disloyal people in this world." ”

Tens of thousands of soldiers up and down the altar immediately erupted in a tsunami-like pious cheer, and Zhao Xing, who was posing with a huge pose, felt that there was a holy light on his back.