Chapter 202: The Glaive

"This used to make your ancestors happy. Here is the fire of light, here is the will of heaven, all the gods are here, and if you stay, they will bless you.

It would be nice if you, when you consider your fate, remember the arrogance of those who conquered us not long ago, when we saw this place burned to the ground, and the feeling that we had no way to turn to it.

In the face of the dark god Angela Manuel, you must be brave and fearless. There is no room for manoeuvre between victory and destruction, victory or death. If the fate is uncertain, it is better to die on the battlefield than to flee. If this is the determination of all of you, I repeat, you have already won!

This is the most powerful encouragement that the living gods give to people when they win victory. ”

Zhang Bai's speech again aroused cheers, some people prostrated on the ground excitedly, and others crowded towards Zhang Bai.

Nanhua Immortal has been paying attention to it on the side, Zhang Bai's set, he is too familiar with it, isn't it a copy of the set of "the sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand"?

"But this speech is really outstanding, much stronger than Zhang Jiao back then. Nanhua thought appreciatively, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd. He understands very well that once the crowd riots, there will be uncontrollable results.

He had already agreed with Mu Jing that if the crowd was really crowded, he would use the light-based spell - the light of vibration.

It is a harmless spell that wraps a person or object individually in light without causing it to lose control. When Nanhua first saw the pig, he used this technique, at that time, the pig was wrapped up, and then the purification technique was used to purify the black gas in the pig's body.

This time, although they are all ordinary people, not spirit beasts that are difficult to control like pigs, there are too many people here, so they can only call Mu Jing together.

Zhang Bai was not in a hurry at all, he stood in front of the window on the top floor and waved downstairs frequently. At this moment, Hatri suddenly came with a group of people, mixed with several ox-carts, carrying several wooden barrels.

The ranks were mostly sturdy men, with high noses, deep eyes, strong physiques, and flat shaved heads, all dressed in the same way as the locals, but with quite different faces. Locals generally like to grow beards when they are adults, but this pedestrian has a bare jaw and a shaved beard.

The guards at the gates of the city were alarmed, and the whole team began to move. At this time, Ma Ge commanded the mercenaries, tucked their shields and weapons, and sneaked up on them from the crowd.

As soon as Hatry reached the edge of the clearing, he lifted the lid of the cart and the luggage, revealing its contents. It turned out that the wooden barrel contained baked bread, flour, water, salt, and all kinds of cooking utensils.

Most of the people in the area around the city gate of Kabuli are poor families, and most of them do the livelihood of carrying work, and few families have enough to eat every day. As soon as they saw the bread of these carts, their eyes showed expectation, especially the children, who happily ran around the carts.

This is a ploy by Zhang Bai, in order to win people's hearts. When he saw that Hetri was nimble with his hands and feet, and commanded his men to make a stove to bake cakes, and to make people line up to receive food, and everything was in order, he relieved himself and walked down the temple. Then he sent a message to Father Sotel, asking the beggars to help maintain order together, and at the same time to Hetri, telling him to watch out for the city guards.

The guards were still in a state of confusion, but the situation was a little strange. Because at the head of the city, the guards defending the city have all focused on the city, and some have even put arrows on the bowstring.

Zhang Bai was uneasy in his heart, and discussed with Nanhua, Mu Jing, and Dao Lao, and the four of them guarded the four directions, Zhang Bai guarded the top floor of the temple, and observed the situation of all parties; Mu Jing cast a spell to take an invisible figure and blended into the city guards on the city gate; Nanhua guarded the main gate of the temple to guard against emergencies; and another Dao Lao, mixed in the crowd, muttered with the bald Zabad, as if he was plotting something.

The earthly ones are arranged, and the heavenly ones are arranged. The two spaceships adjusted their respective positions, which was also what Zhang Bai meant.

Zero had approached the thousand-strong cavalry force crossing the river outside the city, and was ready to deliver the news to the Apostle, who was over Peshawar and moved east to the Kabuli Gate, so that it could reach the leaders of the air regiments in the city.

At this time, the cavalry was divided into two groups, each using two ferries to cross the river in turn, and half of the men and horses had already passed, and the troops who had crossed the river were not in a hurry to march, and were still waiting for the follow-up men and horses to assemble.

The Apostle also came with a message, the forbidden army in the palace suddenly moved out of the palace and marched towards the Sega mansion, which was the first public transfer of the forbidden army in a few days.

"This move, presumably, is to prepare for the tribal meeting in the evening. Zhang Bai thought about it. The question is whether the palace still wants the forbidden army to act like this. What about Minar? Will he watch the Janissaries take over his home?

There were many people who received the food, and many of the men under Hetry's command were not very good at cooking, and if it weren't for the help of Father Sottle, I am afraid they would not have been able to keep busy.

As a result, there were fewer people to manage the order, and people crowded around, and inevitably some people took advantage of the chaos to cut in line, and gradually some people quarreled.

"Zhang Gongzi, do you need us to help take care of it?" Dao Lao sent a message to Zhang Baidao, he had already seen that the order of the crowd was a little chaotic.

"No! let them go. Zhang Bai replied.

"This..."Dao Lao was a little worried in his heart, but he had been following Zhang Bai for some days, and he knew Zhang Bai's resourcefulness, so he didn't dare to say more.

Seeing that this small square was crowded with people, half of the crowd were Zoroastrian believers, half of them were surrounding homes, and people came and went in a chaotic manner. In addition, those who give alms to food, those who queue up to receive food, and those who visit temples, and those who watch the excitement on the side are mixed together, which is even more chaotic.

Those few people who quarreled in order to cut the queue became more and more fierce at this time, and they looked like they wanted to do it, and there was more than one place.

Especially a strong man relied on his own strength, forced himself into the line, and pushed the people behind him to the ground. The one who was pushed down scolded: "Hey, you scoundrel, you know you cut the line, right!

I didn't want the strong man to turn around and touch his chest and salute, and he replied, "Thank you!" and ignored him.

This made the man angry, and although the man was not as strong as the former, he had a knife at his waist, and immediately drew his scimitar, shouted, "Look at the knife!" and slashed it with his head.

The strong man was naturally not a vegetarian, and he was not surprised when he heard that there was a knife in the back of his head, so he even pulled out a scimitar, turned around to parry, and then took advantage of a horizontal split, and the short cat dodged the scimitar at the waist, and then slashed back.

The two of them fought with a flashing sword, frightening others to dodge.