At eleven o'clock in the evening on June 27, in accordance with the orders of the King of Light, the Far Eastern Army stopped fighting on the Tran front in the presence of a comprehensive advantage. The demon soldiers, who had been divided into nearly a hundred battle groups, were ready to die, but they saw the horn of retreat blowing from the rear of the enemy camp, and the coalition soldiers stopped attacking, and the battle line retreated twenty steps, and a blank space with clear barriers appeared between the two armies.

The enemy retreated back and forth in the victory that was within easy reach! The demon soldiers were shocked inexplicably, and they involuntarily stopped.

In the empty space between the two armies, there was a rushing firelight, and the coalition cavalry shuttled back and forth with torches, and they shouted loudly to the demons:

"Truce! Truce!--Brethren of the Tartars and Yeses, soldiers of the Ninth Legion of the Demon God Kingdom! Ross has run away, you have been abandoned! There is no point in continuing to fight!

Soldiers and officers of the Ninth Army! You have fought bravely and proudly for the Motherland, and you have fulfilled your duty as soldiers! Now that you are completely surrounded, our army is ten times your size, and your commanders have abandoned you, and there is no point in resisting! The King of Light has decreed that anyone who lays down his arms will be allowed to live! The Far Eastern Coalition will not kill prisoners, and we will treat you humanely!

Soldiers of the Ninth Army, think of your loved ones at home, think of your mothers, wives and children, you have the right to live, you have the right to go home and see them! Make a choice now: do you want to die for a general who has abandoned you, or do you live for yourself and your loved ones? It's time to make a choice! Lay down your arms, take a step forward, and you will have life!"

The shouting was repeated over and over again, and the demon soldiers listened attentively, and the soldiers who survived the death line discussed: "They said that the lord ran away?!"

"It's a lie! It's a lie! It's a shameless lie!"

"Why didn't the main camp come out to help us?!"

"Where's Lord Ghana? Where is Lord Ghana? Please come out and speak!"

"There are too many enemies, we are really going to die!"

"Do your duty, soldiers, fight until the last moment! We are the warriors of the kingdom!"

"I don't want to die!" a hysterical hoarse voice called, "The officials have all run away, leaving us to die?"

"Shut up, you traitor, law enforcement team, kill him!" - archer, shouter across shè!"

"Let the family finish talking!--We want to live!--Where is Lord Ghana??, Where are the reinforcements?"

"Bastard, rebel, suppress him!

"Hit him, hit him!"

There was an uneasy chaos in the various encircled demon warbands, and there were arguments and clashes between the die-hard officers and the soldiers who wanted to survive. The shouts rang out again: "Soldiers of the Ninth Army, time is running out for you! There is a limit to our patience! Lay down our arms and take a step forward - or we will release our arrows!"

With the sound of shouting, the bow and arrow troops were moved to the front, and columns of snake archers lined up, and the bright arrows all pointed at the demons. The demon took a few steps back in fear, and saw the dense and shiny arrows, and there was fear in his eyes. They don't have the same vigor as before. The enemy is still the same as before, and the weapons in their hands are still the same as before, but when they learned that there was hope of survival, the soldiers lost the courage to fight to the death.

The sound of weapons landing sounded everywhere, the first, the second...... The hundredth, the thousandth, the demon soldiers threw their weapons on the ground one by one, raised their hands and walked out of the queue, towards the queue of the Far Eastern coalition forces. And those officers who have been clamoring to fight to the death also understood that the general trend had gone at this moment, and sat down gloomily, hiding their faces and crying bitterly one by one. The sounds of fighting were no longer heard, and cries and painful groans of the wounded rang out throughout the battlefield of the broken walls.

At the same time that the Far Eastern Coalition Army under Tran City occupied the main camp of the Demon Clan and contained the prisoners, at one o'clock in the morning on June 28, 782, Zichuan Xiu led the cavalry of the Xiuzi Battalion of the Reserve Army to set off to chase after Ross's retreating troops. The generals of the coalition dissuaded him, believing that it was too reckless to chase a large army in the middle of the night, and that he was in danger of falling into a trap.

"At least when it's dawn, we'll go over after we've gathered the army!"

But Shikawa Xiu just smiled and whipped off. The tactical thinking of the generals of the Far East is still stuck in the stage of fighting after the two sides have set up their positions. A swift, resolute, and resolute march is not only of military significance, but also puts pressure on the enemy, causing him to panic and collapse without a fight.

At about two o'clock in the night, the cavalry caught up with the rearguard of the Rus' corps. Almost at the same time as the demon sentinels rang the jǐng report, Shikawa Xiu took the lead in entering the sleeping guard camp and burned seventeen camp tents in a row. The follow-up cavalry surged in, the horses' hooves stepped on the collapsed camp tent, killing people while setting fire, and the demon soldiers who woke up from their sleep were killed and scattered, and the fire reflected the sky red.

Rose was woken up from his sleep and learned that the guards had been overtaken. He was very shocked: Could it be that the enemy's main force had been killed? In a panic, he resorted to the old trick of giving up the car to protect the commander, and ordered the whole army to immediately withdraw from camp and withdraw to the country at full speed overnight. But this time, Zichuan Xiu was not fooled: At this time, the enemy must not be given a chance to breathe! He ignored the scattered rearguard troops, gathered 3,000 cavalry, and chased after him for his life.

At five o'clock in the morning, the pursuing troops crossed a small hill, and the cavalry were stunned: in the morning light, they appeared in front of them a huge column of troops winding along the Far Eastern Highway below the mountain with no end in sight!

Zi Chuanxiu showed a cruel smile: "Let's go!"

In the early morning of June 28, 782, in the faint morning light, the banner of the King of Light appeared on the commanding heights like a ghost, and the retreating demon army was stunned. It was as if the divine soldiers had descended from the sky, the horses' hooves were rumbling, the wind was whistling, and the human cavalry was swooping down from the hillside like an avalanche, and the three thousand shining sabers were like a bolt of lightning, a whirlwind, and they suddenly rushed into the marching demon infantry ranks!

Tens of thousands of horses' hooves are kicking down, countless snow-bright sabers are flashing with white light, which is terrifying, thousands of people are shouting "Kill!" Shocked by this might, the retreating demon soldiers burst out: "They're coming!", "Help!" The impact of the cavalry was like a storm sweeping across the earth, and at the moment of contact, it was like a strong wind blowing down the weak grass, and the demon army was lying on the ground.

The demon army lined up in a long formation that was convenient for marching, and in the face of a sudden flank attack, they could not mobilize troops in time to respond. If the commander of the demon clan was sober enough at this time, he would find that there were only a few cavalry chasing him, and he only needed to take a strong counterattack to repel them or even surround and annihilate them. But Ross was stunned by the human cavalry whizzing across the tent. Subjected to several raids in a row in one night, ignorant fear exaggerated the strength of the enemy. He believes that he has been bitten by the main forces of the coalition forces. Anxious to join forces with the rear army to save the food, Ross ordered the attacked troops to fight on their own, while the rest of the troops only had to rush forward and throw off the pursuing troops.

"Catch up and kill them!" Shikawa Shu ordered the cavalry in a loud voice. He didn't like to be at the front like Sterling, but in the heat of battle, he was very far ahead - the commander had to be in the front to keep up with the situation and be able to adapt to it. This time it was the same, he originally just wanted to carry out a sneak attack on the retreating Rus' corps, but now it seems that the enemy's response is very problematic, there is a lack of systematic command between the various troops, and even when the rear team is attacked, the front army does not come back to rescue - although he does not understand the reason, but he can keenly feel that the enemy is very chaotic, and there is an opportunity to take advantage of it! He immediately changed his original plan of hitting and running, and ordered the tail to chase the enemy's baggage team.

The cavalry roared and chased forward, and the stirring hooves of the horses raised a cloud of dust and smoke. It was as if a whirlwind suddenly blew on the Great Highway of the Far East, and the shining saber shone in the dawn light.

Shikawa Xiu's tactics were very simple, he concentrated all his cavalry, and specialized in charging the enemy's organized and organized troops, trampling them apart with the hooves of his horses. At 10 p.m., the infantry guarding the baggage brigade was slaughtered and defeated, and the baggage wagons of the brigade overturned the roadside indiscriminately, and the money and food were scattered all over the place, and no one picked them up. Immediately, the Baden captain of the rearguard was trampled by his horses, and his troops were torn apart and hid in the grass on either side.

Zichuan Xiu ignored the rout, and the march was as fast as a stream. He clung to the retreating demon infantry, biting off one by one, one by one. If the enemy resists resolutely, he immediately retreats and looks for the next breakthrough. His attacks do not love to fight, do not linger, and are like a hurricane, and they pass with one blow. In response to the large group of scattered soldiers, Shikawa Shu pressed them to retreat continuously, while disrupting the rest of the enemy's forces. Eleven years ago, the pursuit of the convection of the West Mountain under the city of Dìdū made Shikawa Xiu famous in one fell swoop, and what he was best at and best at was to create chaos among the enemy, and the demon forces that fought separately were scattered one by one.

In the face of Zichuan Xiu's elusive attack, hundreds of thousands of demon troops who had lost their command were at a loss, and they only got one order: "Go east, don't stop!" So, terrible rumors flew over the army's heads: "We are surrounded!",

"Lord Ross is dead!"

"200,000 Far Easterners have been killed! Hurry up, if you catch up, you will die!"

Panic spread like a plague from the middle to the whole front. Tired and lacking sleep, the soldiers lost their minds, shouting and running frantically, everyone only knew: to the east, to the east! The east is the direction of the kingdom, and only by going east can they live! The various units disrupted the formation, the infantry and cavalry were mixed together, and the flow of people was rolling, and on the Far East Highway, which was more than ten kilometers long, the defeated soldiers of the demon clan blocked the entire road, and large bundles of equipment and baggage were thrown on the side of the road, and weapons and flags were discarded all over the place.

Seeing the troops crumbling, Rose realized that he had made a big mistake. He never imagined that a cavalry unit would cause so much damage to his army. He ordered order to restore order and repel the pursuers, but to no avail. The duke himself jumped on his horse and blocked the road to Alu. He shouted and cursed, threatened and pleaded with rage at the routed army, and tried to gather the troops that had lost their command and were running around, but it was too late, and once the army had collapsed, it would be difficult to recover, and the army that had lost order was nothing more than a group of frightened peasants, and the duke could not even assemble a brigade, and at last let the large group of defeated soldiers rush his own guard. On the main highway, the demon soldiers trampled on each other, pushed each other, and stepped on the dead and the living. Roads, paths, bridges, plains, hills, valleys, and woods were all filled with tens of thousands of routs, and the backpacks, knives, guns, and armor that were thrown on the side of the road were cut down and seized by those who were blocked, and they didn't care about their compatriots or governors.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was white. The rout of the cháo head stopped. It wasn't due to the efforts of the demon commander, but after a night of wild running, the demon soldiers' bodies and madness were exhausted, and they sat on the ground exhausted and gasped for breath. In the field next to a village called Gulochi in Yalu City, a golden-robed demon general dismounted, grabbed the reins, and staggered towards him in the direction of Yalu City, and the guards desperately grabbed his shirt: "Lord, lord, danger, can't go any further!"

As if a sleepwalker was whispering, Ross spoke in a hollow tone: "Where is the city of Alou? Where is my food and grass? Where is my legion?"

In the early morning on the outskirts of Yalu Town, the sky was dark and gloomy. A flock of crows flew over the blackened remnants of the town after the fire ravaged and landed on the charred walls. In the direction of the vast fields, the coolness of the heat is dispelled. Next to the town, which had burned to ruins, the army of orcs spread out in array, and the golden banners were overwhelming, and the two wings of black pressure could not be seen at a glance.

At around seven o'clock in the morning on June 28, 782, in Yalu City, less than forty kilometers from the border between the Demon God Kingdom and the Far East, Roger's legion blocked the way for the demon legion to return home.

On June 28, 782, in the low-lying area directly in front of the city of Alu, in a small village called Gulochi, this small village of less than three square kilometers gathered 120,000 troops, the remnants of the Ninth Army of the Demon Kingdom. Around the village, the Far Eastern coalition forces dug deep trenches and barbed wire, and arranged one bow and arrow position after another, in order to prevent the demon army from desperately breaking through and counterattacking. On the road behind the village, reinforcements are pouring in from the interior of the Far East, large numbers of infantry units are massing in strategic areas around the perimeter, and convoys carrying food and supplies are crowded on the main highway with no end in sight.

The demon army still had 120,000 soldiers, but the 250,000 troops of the 1st and 2nd armies and base camps of the Far Eastern Coalition Army besieged them on three sides. The demon soldiers discarded most of their weapons and baggage, and the grain stored in Yalu Town was captured by Roger. After a series of chases and several failed breakout battles that night, the morale of the demon army completely collapsed. In the eyes of Zichuan Xiu, this is just a group of prisoners of war who have not yet been disarmed, and they cannot be called an army. It's not discipline that keeps the demon soldiers together, it's just that they have no way to run. Lack of food and clothing, coupled with the non-stop propaganda and agitation of the coalition forces at night, in the past few days, the demon soldiers surrendered to the Far Eastern coalition forces in groups of three or five, or even entire battalions, over improvised fortifications, and the officers could not stop them - and they had no intention of stopping them, because they themselves might have to embark on this road. Even the generals of the demon clan admit that within two days, the complete destruction of the surrounded army is inevitable.

On June 30, 782, when twilight fell, three cavalry came out of the demon army, and correspondingly, four cavalry came out of the camp of the Far Eastern coalition army. The two sides crossed the barrier of the front line and rendezvoused on a small hill in the middle.

Duke Yīn, the commander of the Demon Army, had a calm face, and behind him were his clan's cronies, the leader of the Ao Jin team and the elder of Feiga. They sat quietly on their horses, watching the cavalry approaching on the opposite side. Recognizable by their physical shape, the representatives of the other side who came to negotiate were two humans and two orcs.

Twenty paces apart, both men dismounted, and Ross and his men were the first to raise their hands and tapped their clothes to show that they were not carrying weapons. The other party did the same. The two sides led their horses and gradually approached.

"Is it the Duke of Ghana of the Kingdom?" shouted the coalition forces a few steps away, in pure Demon language.

Rose snorted and replied in a low voice, "Is it me!"

"It's me, and my colleagues. ”

As soon as they approached, the demon side was startled: the human who claimed to be the King of Light wore a hideous bronze mask that covered his face. Despite his disadvantaged situation, Rose couldn't help but sneer: "Could it be that His Royal Highness, the famous King of Light, doesn't dare to look at people with his true face?"

Zi Chuanxiu smiled faintly, if it was about the strength of his tongue, a hundred Roses would not be his opponent. But victory made him magnanimous. He looked at Duke Ross, who had aged and emaciated a lot since he had left Tussauds. His eyes were red and his face was covered in purple spots. Despite his disadvantaged situation, the nobleman of the kingdom was still arrogant.

Zichuan Xiu said calmly, "Lord Duke, we didn't come here at risk to discuss my mask, right?"

Rose snorted and began to introduce the identities of the two people behind him, and the demon general who was introduced just nodded stiffly and remained silent. Shikawa Xiuya also turned around and introduced: "This is Busen, the commander of the First Army, Bran, the deputy commander of the Second Army, and Roger, the deputy commander of the First Army. ”

"So, the Duke asked us to come here, what is the point of building a good one?—have you made up your mind to surrender?" This sentence was clearly said in the demon language, and the three demon representatives changed their faces at the same time.

The high-pitched and thin voice of the team leader of Ao Jin sounded: "Although you are numerous, as long as we fight to the death with all our might, the victory or defeat is still difficult to say! Maybe you'll be the ones who will surrender then!"

As he spoke, Shikawa Shu simultaneously translated his words into chéngrén, as the two orc representatives present both knew human language. Busen immediately retorted: "Pull it down! The 'bravery' of your soldiers can't frighten us Far Easterners! We have captured more than 20,000 of you under the city of Tran alone! A vanguard cavalry of the King of Light has pursued you for more than 100 miles, making you scream like a wolf dog chasing a rabbit, and have seized all your baggage and weapons! This General Roger, he took your granary stored in Alou with a single charge! You have no food, no medicine, no weapons, no soldiers, and every day deserters come to surrender to us! Do you want to fight? Okay, just fight, it's nothing great, we can wipe you all out in one morning!" Buson said quickly and urgently, and the words sprayed out like bullets.

Ross said arrogantly: "We can hold on and wait for help! The messenger for help has set out, this is less than fifty kilometers from the border, and the border guards of the kingdom will come to our rescue!"

Zi Chuan Xiu smiled: "Your Excellency the Duke, let's open the skylight and say something: the main forces of the Far Eastern Alliance Army are all gathered here, and the net of heaven and earth has been laid on the national border, and the thirty-third team of the kingdom's border guards has just been defeated by us. To rescue you, unless the kingdom mobilizes a large number of troops on the scale of the legion, those small teams of the border guards will not be enough for us to fill our teeth. And the Duke should know better than I do that there will be no reinforcements. ”

Duke Rose's face turned pale, and his eyes were simply terrified when he looked at the King of Light: "You...... The kingdom will never abandon those warriors who fight faithfully!"

"Oh, is it? Then you have been besieged for three days, and it can be seen that the kingdom has sent a soldier to rescue you?"

Rose's big tall nose snorted like an exhausted old horse, and he rolled his eyes, speechless. Another negotiator, Elder Figa, said calmly: "Eat us - I mean, if you can eat it, you will pay a great price! The soldiers of the Tartars will not die with their hands tied, our children will die, but your army will also bleed! It will be a lose-lose situation." ”

"I agree. Zichuan Xiu said gently, "So we took the risk to gather here and look for a solution!"

Seeing that the Light King's tone was somewhat relaxed, Rose hurriedly said: "King of Light, since you have also seen it, then I will say it bluntly: This time we sent troops to the Far East, our Tatar tribe has fallen into the great position of the Demon God Emperor! The Senea tribe wants to borrow a knife to kill people, and use the Far East to consume the strength of our Tatar tribe! This is a yīn scheme!"

"The phrase 'borrowing the Far East to consume the strength of our Tartar clan' is really too beautiful!" Zi Chuan Xiu commented with a smile: "Why don't you borrow the Tartar clan to consume the strength of the Far East?"

"That's—it's the same anyway! The Demon God Emperor has bad intentions, he wants us to kill each other!Lord of Light, you seek the dúlì of the Far East, and we face the oppression of the Seneans. You must know that not all the Protoss are belligerent bloodthirsty, and the Senea clan bullies the various tribes of the Protoss and oppresses the Far East, and we have long been dissatisfied! The King of Light, the Senea Clan, and the Demon God Emperor are our common enemies!"

"It's your enemy, right? I didn't see a guy called the Demon God Emperor come to fight us, I only saw 170,000 Tartar soldiers stinky and slaughtered!" Zi Chuan Xiu said coldly, yawning.

"Your Royal Highness the King of Light, we admit that we have fallen for the Senea tribe! But it is not too late to wake up now, we are comrades in the same trench, and we should not kill each other! Let us turn enemies into friends, you are the King of Light in the Far East, and we respect your territory and status;

"Oh, so what?"

"To put it simply, it's peace!Your Highness the King of Light, you relieve us of the siege and let us go back to China!" Rose roared loudly, his saliva splashing and there was no peace at all.

Zi Chuanxiu held his head and thought for a while: "But your invasion of the Far East has caused us great losses......

"We are willing to compensate for this! We have a batch of gold ...... in our baggage."

"That one we have captured, it is the trophy of our army. Zichuan Xiu said coldly.

"That ...... with our food"

"It is also the trophy of our army. ”

"Or we'll keep someone hostage......"

"Your captives have filled our prisoner of war camps. Don't trouble us anymore!"

"Your Highness!" Rose was about to cry, "what do you want? Don't you see that you have robbed us to destitute?"

"This ......" Zichuan Xiu looked Rose up and down, as if considering what was more valuable on his body: "Lord Duke, I look at your ring - yes, yes, yes, it is the blue sè diamond ring on the middle finger." Oh, you don't have to rush to take it off...... If you have to be so polite, then I'm embarrassed - the style of your necklace is quite novel - you are here again, I just said I want to see it, you have to- Okay, I will take it for the time being, and we will make friends. By the way, Lord Duke, the jade belt on your waist is really beautiful......

Ah, Elder Feiga, why are you sneaking back, do you think I won't see the diamond necklace around your neck?

And Sir Aukin, you don't have to sneak around and hide the ruby ring in your pocket, I'm not interested in that -- really not at all! I don't like a deep ruby in twenty-four karat white gold with eighty carats, I don't like it at all, although I know it can sell for 200,000 yuan -- what are you doing here, sir? I said I don't want it, and you insist on putting it in my pocket, I'm going to get angry! I'm really going to be angry!"

Zi Chuan Xiu finally had to "get angry", because the representatives of the demon clan were so hateful that they insisted on putting all the valuable things on their bodies into his pockets, and Zi Chuan Xiu was so angry that he couldn't close his mouth.

Of course, the great King of Light does not accept bribes, but Duke Ross said very boldly: "Let's take it as a memorial to meet today, let's make friends! Your Highness must give us some face!" Since it is a "commemoration of making friends", His Highness reluctantly agreed to accept it. Of course, since everyone is friends, and they don't come to be rude, Roger and the others also took out the things on their bodies to exchange with the generals of the demon race, such as the socks that Roger wore that he hadn't changed for a month, the toothbrush used by the orcs, and the front teeth that Busen knocked last night - anyway, they are all very commemorative things, symbolizing the deep friendship between the people of the Far East and the Tatars.

"Lord Duke," at the end of the negotiation, Shikawa Xiu said, "I basically agree with what you say. There is no grudge between the Far East and the Tatars, so why should we fight to the death?"

The three demons shook their heads and exclaimed, "The King of Light is really wise!"

"So," Zichuan Xiu magically pulled out a stack of papers from his body: "Basically, according to what you just said, we have drawn up a peace treaty, so please ask the Duke to sign on it, and we will let you return to China immediately-by the way, by the way, sign the IOU, you still owe our boss a sum of compensation!"

In an instant, the three demons stiffened into stone. Rose realized that he was facing a slick opponent of the oldest, and that under the bronze mask, his cunning and yīn danger were no less than that of the Demon God Emperor. But the painful thing is that at this time, there is no other way for me to go but to do what he says......

On July 1, 782, under the "escort" of 250,000 Far Eastern troops, the 120,000 remnants of the Ninth Army of the Demon God Kingdom were heading east along the Far Eastern Highway. The army lowered its flags, the soldiers lowered their heads, their hands empty, and their weapons were confiscated. No one made a sound, only the rustling of footsteps and the rattling of wheels, and the army that came and shook the mountains and shook the mountains walked silently. In contrast, the Far Eastern troops who carried out the "escort" mission were in high spirits, only to see the banners waving in the sky, and the half-orc cavalry in bright armor patrolling back and forth with a look of vigour, condescendingly looking down at the defeated demon soldiers.

At dusk, there was a cheer from the leading cavalry, and several cavalrymen rushed over and shouted: "The border has arrived!

Zichuan Xiu raised his horse and spurred his horse forward. Under the golden sunset, in the barren weeds beside the road, there is a stone tablet covered with moss, the front is engraved in human characters: "Zichuan Family Far East Country Realm Monument", and the back of the stone tablet is engraved in the words of the demon race: "Demon God Kingdom Kingdom Realm Monument".

Zi Chuanxiu turned over and dismounted, stroking the moss on the stone tablet, and his heart was filled with emotion: Three years ago, the army of the demon clan broke into the Far East from here, broke into our homeland, burned, killed and plundered. After three years, we finally returned here, as if we were back in the www.biquge.info of Biqu Pavilion. How much did we pay for this moment? For a moment, he remembered countless familiar faces: the gentle General Ge Yingxing, the heroic commander Fang Jin, the eyes of Sterling and Cardin staring at each other, and the tearful smile of Zi Chuanning at the moment of parting—war is a terrible demon, which destroys and tramples on the beautiful things of mankind, trampling on the innocent feelings, leaving only broken walls and tears and scars.

Behind him, the generals of the various races in the Far East were standing, half-orcs, snakes, dwarves, dragonmen, humans, and Zichuan Xiu called out those familiar names one by one:

"Buson!"

"Bran!"

"Soth!"

"Monroe!"

"Ruzzo!"

"Dekun!" "Here!"

"Shirakawa!" "Here!"

"Roger!"

Zi Chuanxiu looked at them, and the excited faces were filled with tears, and some were crying in low voices. Tears also blurred Zichuan Xiu's eyes, and vaguely, he seemed to see the silent face of the orc general Vera in it.

Zichuan Xiu raised his hand and saluted properly. He said calmly, "We should not forget them, those friends who should have shared the honor and joy with us, to witness this great moment—" He raised his voice abruptly:

"Let history remember that we had such a glorious moment: friends, we have recovered the entire territory of the Far East!"

In an instant, a huge wave erupted from all sides, cheering like a storm:

"Long live the Far East!"

Immediately afterward, the 200,000 soldiers shouted in unison, and another loud roar was heard, wave after wave like a mad cháo

After a wave, it shook the entire grassland, making the whole earth tremble: "Long live the King of Light!" At this moment, countless people have tears in their eyes: a dream, a dream that has been dreamed for thousands of years, tens of millions of people have gone forward and succeeded, and the longing of thousands of years, the liberation and dúlì of the Far East, has finally been realized today.

Seeing this scene, the demon soldier blinked silently, unable to say what it tasted like. They quickly crossed the border and returned to their homeland, and the brigade continued to advance into the depths of the Demon God Kingdom. Duke Ross and several other high-ranking generals of the demon clan came over and pretended to congratulate Zichuan Xiu, saying that this was "the great victory of the people of the Far East, which is really gratifying!"

Zichuan Xiu casually arched his hand: "Rejoice and rejoice, thank you for your care, welcome to cheer, please continue to buy Zichuan Thirteen, otherwise the old pig will be hungry." ”

Then, the Tatar and Far Eastern leaders once again emphasized their deep traditional friendship and expressed their reluctance to part, and His Excellency Ross and His Royal Highness the King of Light hugged each other affectionately, and finally reluctantly said goodbye with tears.

Seeing the desolate figures of those demons disappear on the horizon, Zi Chuanxiu smiled: "Let's go too." ”

On the way, Roger couldn't help but ask, "My lord, do you really plan to form an alliance with the Tartars?"

"Idiots are planning to form an alliance with them. Zi Chuanxiu casually kicked the weeds on the side of the road and said, "I don't know what Ross has to say, no matter how good he is blowing now, as soon as he returns to China, he will immediately hug the thigh of the Demon God Emperor and cry, and then mobilize more troops to come and destroy us." ”

"Then why ......"

"Roger, you can blow whatever you want, but you can't change it when it comes to words. Remember, pen and ink can kill!"

Zichuan Xiu smiled and handed Wen Jiàn over to Roger: "Ross has signed the treaty. He recognized that the Far East Dúlì and that the Bright King regime was the legitimate power of the Far East, and that the Tatars would work together with the Far Eastern people to overthrow the tyrannical rule of the Senea and the Demon God Emperor Carter, and to regain the kingdom power that had been shamelessly stolen by the Senea in the Imperial War eighty years ago - by the way, the current Demon God Emperor and the Senea were the most taboo for others to mention this incident eighty years ago, and whoever said who would die. ”

"My lord, how do you know these secrets?"

"Roger, I suddenly found that it is very beneficial to be a big-hearted person, especially to contain a big horn like the former Governor of the Far East, and if you talk to him often, you can gain a lot of knowledge. ”

Roger pointed to the end of the text and asked, "Then this paragraph is also what he exposed?"

"I wrote this paragraph. "The Demon God Emperor's Shameless Record" is to the effect that the current Demon God Emperor Carter is a shameless pervert! He has bad breath, hemorrhoids, groin moss, armpit odor, rotten feet, and has not taken a bath for half a year. He is very cheap, he likes to peep at men taking a bath, and he also likes men to peep at him taking a bath, wearing red sè underwear outside, and has always had a crush on Ling Buxu, the general of the southwest, and often summons him into the palace to play 'that' game, but Ling Buxu suspects that Carter has bad breath, and would rather run far away to the Far East than accompany him. Carter looked for Lu Di again, but Lu Di didn't love him, Lu Di loved Prince Karan, and the Demon God Emperor was desperate to stalk and send flowers and heart-shaped chocolates to Lu Di every day, but Lu Di couldn't stand it and ran away overnight. On a stormy night, Carter summoned Yun Qianxue into the palace to try to force him, but because the amount of drugs under him was not enough, he was forced by Yun Qianxue three times, bundled, candles, Trojan horses, Prince Caton was jealous and wanted to participate, but Carter didn't like threesome, he preferred to be abused......"

"Vomit!" Zichuan Xiu was only halfway through reading, and Roger was already squatting on the ground and vomiting heavily, even vomiting out the dried mustard he had eaten the night before.

Zi Chuanxiu looked at him expressionlessly: "The following content also involves 'same xìng love, group sex, **, **, **, jealousy, love killing, jiān corpse, broken corpse...... 'Do you still want to hear it'?"

"My lord, please let me go!"

"Yes. At the end of the text is the autograph of the Duke of Rus, the leader of the Tatar tribe, and his fingerprint and the seal of the Tatar tribe are also stamped at the signature. ”

"My lord, what's the use of us forcing Ross to sign this document?"

"Roger, don't you understand? As long as even a tenth of this text leaks out, Rose will surely die! Now the only thing we have to do is-"

Zichuan Xiuyīn sneered: "Roger, find a messenger with fast legs, and immediately send Wen Jiàn to the Southwest General Ling Buxu!"

According to the records of the Demon Kingdom History Book "Divine Codex", the rebellion of the Tartar tribe in 782 started without warning. Duke Rus, who had returned from the defeat in the Far East, hid in the territory of Ghana and did not dare to return to the Demon God Castle, so he locked himself in the house and washed his face with tears and ignored the clan affairs. The elders of the clan who don't know the truth persuaded him that although he lost the battle, there were many generals in the kingdom who lost the battle, and the strength of the Tatar clan was still there, and he could still organize an army of 300,000 to crusade against the rebels, and if he couldn't do it, he could also ask for help from the royal council of the kingdom, as long as he went to the Demon God Emperor and sincerely pleaded for guilt, His Majesty was not an unreasonable person, and he would definitely agree to give him another chance.

But the Duke of Ross did not heed any advice. He cried out angrily: "You don't understand! You don't understand anything! That King of Light in the Far East, he is simply a devil! He will put me to death! He will not give up if I don't die!" He issued a proclamation to recruit a large number of civilians into the army and train them strictly. Outsiders thought that the Duke planned to go to the Far East again to avenge his former revenge, but the cronies who learned the inside story were all like ashes and rushed to write a will.

On the eleventh day of July, Ling Buxu, the general of the Far East, West, and South, sent an emergency messenger to present an important confidential document to the Demon God Emperor - that document was indeed very secret, and even Leo, the commander of the guards, could not know the contents of the text. When this text was sent to His Majesty, no one knew how His Majesty would react, because none of the guards present survived.

According to the statements of the residents of the Demon God Castle: At noon that day, suddenly a blue flash of light swept by, and only a loud thunderclap was heard, and the earth within hundreds of miles of the area was shaking, and wherever the shock wave went, the houses were destroyed, thousands of houses collapsed, and countless soldiers and civilians were killed and injured. At the center of the explosion, the entire palace was instantly reduced to powder, and a huge mushroom cloud appeared above the ruins of the palace, soaring into the blue sky. The entire Sky above the Demon God Castle reverberated with the terrifying roar of the God Emperor: "Rose, I want your dog life!"

But not willing to sit still, Rus has already struck first, and he has preemptively sent messengers to all tribes, announcing that in the imperial war eighty years ago, the Senea shamelessly stolen the supremacy of the kingdom, and now it is time to correct this mistake!

The trumpet of civil war sounded again! From the age of fifteen to fifty, all the men of the Tatar tribe were conscripted. Thousands of Tatar and Yesse warriors gathered to the Ghana Military Region from all directions under the call of the Phoenix Battle Banner, and the hillbillies who had been no more than muddy the day before now took up arms and became warriors, full of a lofty sense of mission and a high fighting spirit willing to die: unlike the recent war in the Far East, this war was a major event related to the life and death of the entire race. In the event of victory, the Tatars will become the ruling tribe of the kingdom, taking over the fertile land occupied by the Seneans, as well as the majestic Demon God Castle, and once defeated, all the land of the Tatars will be divided, the men will be slaughtered, and their wives and children will become slaves of the victors!

Among the Tatars, the warriors belonging to the Yesai tribe were even more leaping, their ancestors once ruled the entire kingdom, and the elders of the tribe often told the young warriors about the time when the Yesai tribe was strong eighty years ago: "The white jade floor of the palace is as smooth as the skin of a beautiful woman, the gorgeous carved stone pillars are all studded with dazzling diamonds, and the majestic pagoda is so high that it reaches into the blue sky! You dare not imagine what it was like! You will think that only God can create such beauty!―― The treasures of the world created by our ancestors with blood, sweat and wisdom, the eagles of our people, that should have belonged to you! If you can see you again, I will be willing to die!"

At the beginning of July 782, the Tartars, the second largest in the kingdom, suddenly declared war on Senea, the "Golden Clan", and since the Dark Ages eighty years ago, a new round of "Imperial Wars" broke out.

There is a big difference between a civil war and a rebellion, if it is against the traitor Rus, then all the races of the kingdom, such as the large number of the Goang, the Yakun and the powerful Mongols, and other major tribes have the obligation - and they will actively participate in the war in order to curry favor with the Demon God Emperor, it will be a situation where seven or eight races join forces to fight against the Tartars, and it is likely that the Tartars will be wiped out immediately after the first round of attack.

But if it is a civil war caused by the struggle for imperial power, according to tradition, this can only be a matter between the Tatars and the Seneya, and other races cannot interfere, because in the concept of the demons, the strong are respected, and the king who cannot defeat the challenger by his own strength is not worthy of sitting in the supreme position. As a result, the Seneans were left alone to suppress the Tatar rebellion, without the aid of a single soldier from other tribes.

Of course, the Senea have always been known for their jīng warriors, while the Tatars have been known for their radishes and cabbage, and have just returned from a defeat in the Far East. Almost everyone believed that the Senean army would quickly crush the fragile Tartar-Yese forces, and that the Tartars would henceforth become a name in history. The neutral tribes are ready to use fast horses to present the Demon God Emperor with a congratulatory medal, and discuss how to divide the territory of the Tartars - the most fertile land is naturally reserved for the Senea, but you must let us have a soup to drink when you eat meat!

Because of the glorious history of the last imperial war, the Senea people alone firmly believe that their own strength is unmatched. Senean soldiers often boasted: "You can deal with them with only one hand!" This arrogant pride also infected the generals, who did not regard the Tartars as equal opponents at all: "Even the dirt buns of the Far East cannot win, but they want to challenge us?

The garrison of the garrison of the Ghana Military Region was the Senean general, Marquis Dacko, who was the first to discover the instability of the Tatars: from late at night, the army was massively assembled and moved around the city, and unidentified people were blatantly monitoring the surroundings of the town guard, and communication was cut off. The Marquis of Darko knew that something was wrong, and at this time a subordinate advised him to leave the territory of Ghana immediately under the escort of the guards, but he refused, saying, "My duty is here." ”

He urgently sent a messenger to report to the Demon God Castle, requesting reinforcements for the army. However, before a response could be received, the entire town guard was surrounded by 50,000 Tatar soldiers, and the Duke of Ross personally came forward to demand that Darko surrender, which was rejected on the spot. As a result, the Tatar warriors outside the palace began to storm the gate of the town, but were met with stubborn resistance from the town's garrison troops.

The civil war officially began. Marquis Dacko led his army to fight hard for a day and a night, and was finally defeated and killed. Two thousand Senean warriors were killed with him, and they killed and wounded twice as many Tatar soldiers as he was.

The Governor of Goa (also a Senean general), who had been notified to rescue the Marquis of Darko, was ambushed by the crowd tactics and was killed.

Before the Daedric could react, the Tartar march began, and the huge army rolled forward like locusts. In order to defend their territory and their loved ones, the Tatar soldiers showed an unprecedented fighting spirit, although they were inferior to the arrogant Senean soldiers in individual combat, but the Tatar soldiers were tenacious, brave, and durable, and if the father was killed in battle, the children would pick up their father's scythe and charge, the eldest brother would fall, and the younger brother would march on his corpse, the husband died in battle, and the wife did not hesitate to put on the bloodstained armor, and the son was killed, and the gray-haired father took his weapon in tears...... The unity of the Tatar people and the sacrifice of the gods who dared to die moved the entire kingdom. A people who have no way out is terrible.

Several cities in Senea territory fell one after another, the three elders of the town were killed in battle, and more than 8,000 Senean soldiers were killed -- although the Tatars paid twice the price of casualties, their morale was still very high: victory is the best inspiration! The successive victories shook the entire kingdom like lightning, and the myth of the Senea tribe's invincibility in the world had been shattered, and the major tribes were amazed, and they suddenly felt that it seemed that it was too early to give the Demon God Emperor a congratulatory medal now.

The galloping messengers quickly went back and forth, and the chiefs of the tribes gathered together secretly and whispered, exchanging the latest information on the battle situation with each other, and testing each other with strange eyes: "The Tartars are attacking fiercely, aren't they?"

"The Seneans were very good back then, but now- hehe, who knows!"

As the Tatar army advanced towards the Demon God Fortress, the locks on the tongues of the leaders gradually loosened: "The Senea have been at ease for too long, a full eighty years. Wine and women have dulled the teeth and claws left by their ancestors to the Seneans. ”

"Is it a paper tiger that has been pressing on our heads? No wonder Ross is so bold, he can see it!"

"I had known, and I would—" The speaker was speechless and stopped.

The other party smiled and gave him a meaningful look: "It's not too late now!" He stretched out his hand under the table: "At that time, as long as ...... I'm here to help!" The two hands of the great friendship clasped tightly under the table, and the two newly allied careerists were trying to eat each other's flesh and bones.

July 23 of the year 782, the Demon God Castle of the Demon God Kingdom, the Imperial Palace. The weather was not very hot, especially in the spacious council hall, where there were ventilated windows on all sides, and the cool breeze through the hall kept flying, taking away the heat from the people, but Prince Caton had been wiping sweat since the beginning of the pre-imperial core meeting.

The meeting of the lower-ranking legion commanders had just ended, and at the meeting, the generals were arguing hoarsely, and if it weren't for the presence of the God Emperor, they would have already fought a lot. Everyone has a set of explanations, everyone claims that he is not at fault, and everyone is harshly accusing his allies: "It is him! He is the one who has held us back!" -- the Senea have established their country militarily, and their military rewards and punishments are particularly severe. Especially today, the Senea tribe has been defeated in successive battles, and His Majesty is likely to need to cut off a few heads to "kill chickens and make an example of monkeys" and deter generals. This is a life-and-death affair, and there is no time to be humble, and the generals know very well that there is a reason to be high, and they quarrel like a bell, and the walls buzz - if anyone does not want to be that unfortunate "chicken", it is better to have a louder voice.

The second prince, Karan, joked and said, "You are arguing more fiercely than fighting!"

The conclusion of the meeting was incredible, and the generals said in unison: "It's all the fault of that dead ghost of Darko! Please punish him severely!" Although Darko was in a high position during his lifetime, he could not climb out of the tomb even if his ghost trembled with anger.

In fact, everyone knows that as the commander of the clan, Prince Caton is the most responsible for the military defeat, but the commanders of the legions dare not find out. But at the higher-level caucus, Prince Caton immediately became the target of public criticism, and the whole meeting became the "Raton Congress".

General Yulin Yun Qianxue was the main artillery of the attack, and this cannon bombarded non-stop from the beginning of the meeting: "Why didn't you send an order to retreat to Lord Darko in time? -- There is no time? A week ago, we got the news that the Tatars were unstable! Before the Goa garrison was assembled, who forced the Goan governor to immediately send troops to rescue Dako, and finally led more than 5,000 of our people to be ambushed and killed and wounded? This was a command mistake by Yan Zòng! If the Goa Military Region had not fallen, the Tatars would definitely not have been able to cross the Goa defense line! Also, seeing that the race war is imminent, the General Staff did not issue a mobilization order in time, which is an extremely serious dereliction of duty!"

Every question is pointed at the deadly bone joints, and every word is bloody, and the prince can't answer a single question. He defended himself vaguely, saying, "The Tatars were so sudden that we were caught off guard...... It was so sudden......"

Prince Karan said slowly: "According to my understanding, the so-called surprise does not mean that there is no time to prepare, but that there is no preparation when there is time. He looked at everyone and said, "I don't think I can completely blame my eldest brother for this kind of mistake, the burden on his shoulders is too heavy, and he naturally can't be busy." Father, I am very willing to help my eldest brother share the burden, especially in military affairs. ”

Since Caton was deprived of the right to inherit the throne, the popularity of the second prince of the demon clan has suddenly risen sharply, and the ministers who came to express their loyalty have been endless all night. Overnight, the ministers discovered many advantages of the second prince, and they all said: "Actually, the second highness is quite handsome." Although Karan is good at being absurd, he is easy-going, generous, and the kind of person who is indispensable in everything. Everyone thinks that if he inherits it, he will be much better off in the future, at least he won't have to tremble all day like now.

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