"Withdraw troops. ”

Chakar, who was by the bonfire, looked at the Thousand Tent City that was still standing proudly in the night, and said coldly.

"What did you say?!"

Covered in blood, Basaye stared at him in shock, his face slightly distorted by the saber, and he roared through gritted teeth.

"I say ......" Chakar looked back slowly, staring calmly into those crazy eyes:

"Withdraw troops. ”

The face of the banner owner of the White Wave Banner was extremely pale, and he roared fiercely: "In order to defeat this damn Thousand Tent City, we have almost lost nearly 10,000 troops, countless baggage, and surrounded it for three whole months!"

"Now there is only a small rescue force of more than 10,000 two-legged people, and you want us to withdraw? Chakar, are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy, I'm calm. Chakar said in a deep voice: "It is precisely because so many sacrifices have been made that it will only outweigh the losses if we continue to fight, and the Thousand Hordes City is in ruins under our siege, and its strength is greatly damaged, and this is enough." ”

"The most important point... As long as we can't capture the Thousand Tents and destroy the devil at the same time, they will be able to contain us from both sides - this is the purpose of that devil, he wants to hold us back and wait for reinforcements to encircle and suppress us!"

There was a commotion in front of the bonfire, and the subordinates of both the Red Flame Banner and the White Wave Banner were obviously very dissatisfied with this explanation.

Especially the centaur warriors of the White Wave Banner, they contributed the most when they attacked the city, and they suffered the most casualties when they intercepted the Byrne army;

The firewood crackled on the fire, and Basaye, who was half-illuminated, looked cloudy, his bloodshot eyes overflowing with resentful rage.

He desperately escaped from the two sides of Byrne's army, but not for this result.

He wants revenge, he wants revenge, he wants to drag that devil out and behead him in front of all the two-legged people to vent his anger!

Coldly pressed down the subordinates behind him who wanted to pounce, Basaye stepped forward coldly, gritting his teeth and waiting for the expressionless Chiyan Banner Lord:

"Chakar, you have to explain to me today why we have to listen to you, otherwise ......"

"Smack——!

The bloody tomahawk smashed into Chakar's shoulder, the blade of which pressed against his neck: "I can't guarantee that a slip of my hand will cut off your head!"

A terrible and low roar echoed around the campfire, and the Bailang Banner people standing in the darkness clenched their weapons and glared at him viciously.

Even the subordinates of the Red Flame Banner also hugged their shoulders, not caring at all that their own banner owner was threatened by the other party, and watched indifferently from the sidelines.

Feeling the cold front on the side of his neck, and the shoulder that was almost broken by Basseille, Chakar still looked at him expressionlessly, and his voice was calm:

"Believe me, Basaiye, I hope to take the Thousand Hordes more than you do—have you forgotten who chose you from the Lower Four Banners to besiege the Thousand Hordes?"

"Do you think I don't feel sorry to see those losses?" Chakar asked rhetorically, his slightly hoarse voice still cold, "But this is war, not a duel;

"You asked me why I fought so hard because I saw hope of winning, but now that there is no hope, any more fighting will only kill our people, and finally be besieged and strangled by the two-legged men!"

Baseyle's teeth clenched, and his right hand, clutching the tomahawk, showed no signs of letting go.

"Everyone!"

Chakar turned his head suddenly, his eyes scanning around the campfire: "You are all warriors of the White Wave Banner and the Red Flame Banner, and you have all proven your loyalty and blood courage on the battlefield!"

"As your bannerman, it is my duty to bring you victory after victory, but until then, I will make sure that you all live. ”

"A warrior who can fight bloody battles in adversity is certainly worthy of admiration, but those who know that they are dead and still stay on the battlefield are not warriors, they are brainless fools, and I will never let you die in vain!"

In the darkness around the campfire, there was a dead silence.

The subordinates on both sides looked at each other, wondering if Chakar's phrase "brainless fool" made them care more, or whether "surviving" was more appealing.

But there's one thing... Although they were still not satisfied, Chakar did have a lot of truth in what he said, and it was by no means the style of the Four Hoofers to die in vain.

Swarming when the wind is down, and scattering birds and beasts when the wind is headwind, this is the biggest "feature" of centaurs.

For a moment, the atmosphere finally eased a lot, and the sound of private whispering could be heard in many quiet corners of the darkness.

The most important point is that after a full three-month siege, the centaur warriors of the two banners have long since begun to get tired of it, and they have already reaped enough loot - and they also know that even if they take down the Thousand Tents, in the end, this fortress has little to do with them.

Refusing to give up, in addition to feeling that I can win, is nothing more than a matter of honor... The gray retreat, the people of the two flags must have a dull face in front of the other flags.

"So... As long as we can fight the devil and his army of more than 10,000 two-legged men, the city of a thousand tents can still be defeated?"

"If we can mobilize all the troops of the two banners to surround him on the grassland tonight and kill them all, the Thousand Tent City can still be defeated?!"

"Yes, but that's bound to be a huge number of casualties. Chakar nodded and replied calmly, "He must have known that we could do this, and he must have been prepared." ”

Basaiye took a deep breath, withdrew his axe, and slammed it on the ground!

"Bell ——!"

A loud and heavy noise echoed over the centaur camp.

"Then let's go and kill them all!" "Forty thousand troops, force the river, surround the devil and his men, and then kill not one left!"

"Tonight!"

There was a sudden silence around the campfire.

Basaye looked up suddenly, his blood-red eyes staring at Chakar's expressionless face, "What do you say, Chakar?"

"Have you decided to act like a coward and flee with your Red Flame Banner now, or will you join us in the White Wave Banner to wash away the shame of being defeated by that devil before?!"

At this moment, all eyes were on Chakar again.

"Then you still need to ask?"

Chakar, whose expression was cold, suddenly showed a smile, stepped forward and pressed Basaiye's shoulder, and said softly: "How could I leave my brother behind and run away alone?"

Basaye was startled at first, then grinned, and raised the battle axe with Chakar, and the two banner owners roared in unison: "Kill all the two-legged people——!"

"Kill the two-legged man ——————————!!!!"

The roar of the wave echoed for a long time and resounded in the sky.

In the midst of this loud slogan, the centaur army, which had experienced the bloody battle of the day, began to mobilize again, shouting bloodthirsty and roaring in the direction of the riverside to assemble, as if it had won the victory.

Looking at Basaye's distant figure, Chakar sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Banner Master, the people are ready. ”

The Red Flame Banner guard, who had been "indifferent onlookers" all the time just now, stepped forward and stood behind Chakar respectfully: "According to your previous orders, everyone will slow down when the battle starts, and when the Bailang Banner crosses the river, we will retreat." ”

"Can you guarantee that you won't be discovered?"

"No problem, we have bought a few leaders of the White Wave Banner - we promised them that when this battle is over, they and the people below will be able to turn into the robes of the Red Flame Banner. A cold smile appeared on the guard's face:

"Who wouldn't be happy to be able to change from the lower four flags to the upper four flags?"

Chakar was noncommittal, looking at the beacon fire in the distance, he still felt a little pity in his heart.

If he really had a chance, he would actually want to have a fair and bloody battle with this devil face to face.

Is... It's a pity.

"I don't know your name, but I know your surname is Turin. Looking into the distance, Chakar muttered to himself, "Get ready, accept this gift of 'victory' that I have handed me, my friend whom I have never met." ”

"This will be your last victory!"