On all sides were black heads. The soldiers crowded forward and spontaneously saluted Zi Chuanxiu: "Your Highness, salute you!" Countless civilians were shouting: "Your Highness, Your Highness!" Our savior, say a few words! What should we do? Is there still salvation in the Far East?" The crowd was so enthusiastic and excited that it was so crowded that the road was blocked, and everyone was looking forward to it, expecting the King of Light to create a miracle and turn things around.

Zi Chuanxiu raised his hand to signal that he had something to say, and in an instant, the crowd was solemn, as quiet as a barren mountain range, not like a square where tens of thousands of people gathered. Thinking of having such a high prestige among the people, Zichuan Xiu was really moved.

His calm voice echoed in the square: "Citizens from all over the world, soldiers of the Far Eastern legions, my friends, now it is me, the King of Light of the Far East, who is speaking to you!"

The crowd thundered: "Your Highness, we are listening!"

"On the night of August 16, 782, we all know about the tragedy that happened in Red River Bay. In front of the demon general Ling Buxu, our warriors fought bravely, but for various reasons, the army suffered a setback. The bandits in the southwest are rampant in the country, and the Far East is at a critical juncture!"

Shikawa Xiu paused slightly, the whole city was listening to the speech, the people in the square were getting bigger and bigger, and the pedestrians and vehicles walking around stopped. The men are attentive and their faces are solemn, while the women are mostly crying quietly. Nowadays, people seem to have forgotten about the world, and all that is left in their hearts is concern for the fate of the Far East. Mu Ran's pensive faces, painful expressions at the corners of his mouths, and stern eyes. People held their breath for fear of breaking the silence. In the silence of the crowd, there is a majestic and powerful force, a firm belief in detachment. The square was so silent that the chirping of pigeons flying over the square could be heard.

So Shikawa Xiu began to speak again, his voice calm, depressed, low and excited. There was an appealing force in that calm tone that made one feel that he knew something important and very meaningful, but that the crowd could not immediately understand.

"Fate can never be speculated, maybe the god of Audi intends to hone us more and let us undergo more tests, but we have not failed! Don't be discouraged, don't complain, a defeat is not enough to decide the fate of the Far East, the fate of the Far East is determined only by you, and the people of the Far East are back! We are not defeated by the sword of the demons, we are defeated by the division and ambition of our own people, and we are defeated by rumors! Last night's lesson has reminded us that the people of the Far East must be united and must never be divided! If we can unite as one, then we will be able to overcome the thousands of troops of the demon race, no matter the difficulties and obstacles in the world!

Now, I am about to take command of the soldiers of the Blackcoat Army and set off to fight the Southwest bandits, rescue our compatriots, and rescue our comrades. Soldiers, citizens, please support us and help us! You are our unwavering backing, and with you behind us, the army will be invincible!

Please come with me, follow my orders, I am the Far East!"

Zichuan Xiu simply ended his speech, and the crowd was silent for a full ten seconds, and in an instant, the excited cry suddenly rose into the air, like a violent whirlwind echoing over the sea of people: "I am willing to follow Your Highness! I am willing to follow Your Highness!" The people were controlled by the fanatical passion, and tears welled up in their eyes. The soldiers danced with joy and raised their weapons in celebration to fight to the front. They recalled that it was under the command of the King of Light that they had achieved victory after victory, which they could not count.

An orc soldier climbed onto the platform and gave a loud speech, announcing that all the Zoe warriors present supported the King of Light. He said that it was precisely because everyone was bewitched by Elder Boudin and turned their backs on the King of Light that there was a rout at Red River Bay.

"Back then, the demons invaded the Holy Land, who was it who defended our holy temple desperately?"

The crowd thundered in response: "King of Light!"

"Who saved the uprising and single-handedly created our army?"

"King of Light!"

"Under the city of Kearney, who led us to defeat Rudi? In the Hérael Plains, who led us to capture the flag? Under the city of Tlan, who led us to capture Rudi alive and defeated Rus's soldiers and horses?"

The crowd responded one by one: "It's the King of Light, it's the King of Light! It's him, and there's no one else!"

The orc soldier shouted: "Brothers, let's count, under the leadership of His Highness, how many victories we have won? Even our two hands and two fingers can't count! Who should we follow, that's the simplest question! Turning his back on such a commander, and saying that he is a traitor to the demon clan and jiān, brothers, do people who say such things still have a conscience? Is there such a traitor? That is the god Audi condemning us, we deserve it!

That Elder Boudin -- may God forgive his soul, he is talking nonsense! The funny thing is that we all believe it, and when we dare to raise our swords and guns at His Highness! Just by virtue of this, we also deserve retribution! Red River Bay is nothing else, it is the deliberate arrangement of the Great God of Audi, it is a curse!"

The crowd was surging, and everyone said yes, yes, this is the curse of heaven! Either come early or late, but when he was about to fight the demons, Boudin died suddenly, and the entire army broke up without a big battle, which has never happened in the history of the Far East for a thousand years. This can only show that it was the great god of Audi telling us that the King of Light is truly the destiny of heaven and cannot be disobeyed.

Zi Chuanxiu thought for a moment and said, "I believe that most of the fighters involved in the incident were deceived, but your leaders, those who are likely to be involved in the deception, they are the real culprits!"

These words were like a drop of spark falling on a fire bucket, and before Zichuan Xiu could finish speaking, the crowd immediately moved horribly. The soldiers shouted like thunder: "Yes, Your Highness is right! There is such a person here! The leader of the snake clan, Soth, is a member of the Far East Command!"

"He's the first person to run away that night!"

"This is the real traitor and jiān thin! Pull him out and tell him to be stabbed!"

"Immediately break him to pieces!"

The crowd rolled into the municipal office, and after a while, they came out in a rage, carrying a snake clan curled up in a ball, which was none other than the opponent of Shikawa Xiu to Rì. At this moment, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his body was curled up in a ball. The soldiers slammed him to the ground, and he screamed, "Ouch!" and the crowd burst into laughter. Soth opened his eyes, and all he saw were angry faces, flaming angry eyes, and hateful eyes. He begged for mercy with a begging gaze, but no one took pity on him, and no one had pity on him. With so many people dead, everyone is hardened and eager to find a scapegoat to vent their anger.

The soldiers and citizens shouted in unison, "Kill him, kill him!" Soth groaned weakly, closing his eyes and waiting to die.

"Wait a minute!"

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Zi Chuanxiu raised his hand. At this time, only the prestige of the King of Light could stop the people, so he raised half of the knife and put it down, and everyone was looking at the King of Light.

Zi Chuanxiu said compassionately: "This person, it is undeniable, he has made a big mistake. However, he had shed blood for the Far East, and in the most difficult battles at the beginning of the uprising, he fought side by side with us and took the lead! He was worthy of the title of Far Eastern soldier -- let me plead with you, for the sake of his past meritorious deeds, spare him! I plead with you!"

The crowd resounded with a sigh of admiration: "Look at the King of Light, how deeply righteous and magnanimous! Even a fellow like Soth, who often opposes him, has forgiven, worthy of our merciful king!"

Soth's eyes widened and he looked at Shikawa Xiu in disbelief. On the night of the mutiny, he wanted to murder Shikawa Xiu, but even he couldn't believe that Zichuan Xiu would save him. But out of the instinct of survival, he crawled to the feet of Zi Chuanxiu, as fast as a frightened hare, holding Zi Chuanxiu's legs and howling: "Help, Your Highness! Help, I should die, I shouldn't oppose you, I just ask you for help!"

"If you want to live, keep quiet, stupid!" Zichuan Xiu whispered. Soth immediately obediently stopped making a sound, just hugged Zichuan Xiu's legs, as if a person who was about to drown was holding on to a straw.

Next, Zichuan Xiu talked a lot about how to unite as one, the southwest bandits were just small enemies, and when he blew the sky and the attention of the crowd was diverted, Shirakawa hurriedly commanded the guards to go up and drag Soth down. Looking up at Zi Chuanxiu, who made an impassioned speech on the high platform, she sighed: The Far Eastern peoples are too simple, and compared to scheming, human beings have left them far behind. Shikawa Xiu first deliberately stirred up the feelings of the masses to create a crisis, and then rescued Sos from the crisis. In the previous high-level command of the Far East, Sos seemed to be a representative of the opposition to Zichuan Xiu, and now, Zichuan Xiu's hand is much more beautiful than killing him. Killing Soth would cause the entire snake clan to be dissatisfied, but saving him, Soth would never want to raise his head in front of the King of Light in his life.

After asking Soth, there was still very little news from Shikawa Xiu. This guy first led the team to escape, and on the way to escape, he was caught up by Ling Buxu's army, and the army was scattered, and he fled to Guwok alone, it's as simple as that, as for asking whether the large forces of the Far East Coalition Army survived, whether the generals of the coalition army survived, where the demon army was, etc., he didn't know anything, which made Zi Chuanxiu regret greatly how he saved such a waste.

The night of August 17 in 782 was an unimaginably heavy and memorable night for Zichuan Xiu. Commanders can only make up their minds if they have an insight into what they are facing. But now, everything seems to be shrouded in a thick fog, making people feel like a blind man groping in the dark, and it takes a lot of determination to break through this situation. In the end, Shikawa Xiu decided to quickly advance into Imoto City and rescue the remnants of the Far Eastern Army.

He knew in his heart that even if the situation evolved into the worst, that is, he had to face Ling Buxu alone, with the strength of the world's jīng soldiers in Xiuzi, he might not lose with the outnumbered enemy. If the battle situation is unfavorable, he will set up camp and defend it steadily, as long as he holds on for a few days, the news will pass, and the First Army stationed in Tran will definitely rush over to reinforce him.

After resting in the middle of the night that night, the army immediately sent to the city of Iben in the province of Iria, which was rumored to be the destination of the retreat of the Far Eastern coalition army, and if the demon army pursued, it would definitely go straight to this place. Although the Xiuzi battalion is strong and strong, the soldiers are all masters. But after a few battles, everyone also knows that in the large-scale battlefield of spear and fast horse fighting, the role that martial arts masters can play is far less than originally imagined, and the battlefield pays attention to efficiency and straightforwardness. Thinking of facing a tenfold stronger enemy, the rumored southwest strong army that can fight well, the Xiuzi battalion was worried all over the heart, the soldiers wiped their guns and wiped them, their knives sharpened quickly, and their eyes lit up with excitement, and they were full of enthusiasm and just waited for the battle.

But the army was only halfway there, and the scout in front came with news that it had encountered the outpost of the Far Eastern coalition army, and a large number of orc troops appeared in front, and Zichuan Xiu was pleasantly surprised: "Is there still a Far Eastern force that survived this terrible storm?"

The orc sentry shouted, "Which troop is coming?"

The herald's loud voice spread far away in the silent midnight: "His Royal Highness the King of Light has arrived!"

There was silence for a while, and then Zi Chuanxiu heard the earth-shattering cheers sounding on the road ahead: "His Royal Highness is down! His Royal Highness the King of Light is down!" The voice became louder and louder, and he was afraid that there would be no 10,000 people, and in surprise, he immediately ordered the troops to speed up and join the Far Eastern Army on the front road.

In the suburbs of Imoto City, Shikawa Shu saw a scene that shocked him. Under the starry night, tens of thousands of torches filled the land as far as the eye could see, and the torches still shone on the distant mountains. The majestic iron rider patrolled back and forth on the avenue, opening the way for the Xiuzi camp. The flags, the horsetail flags, are too many to count. Ironclad soldiers with guns lined up at both ends of the avenue until they were all over the mountains, and their eager eyes burned in the darkness.

In the darkness, as soon as the golden banner of the King of Light arrived, the soldiers on both sides of the avenue knelt down in rows, like the waves of the sea rolling, like the waves of wheat blown down by the wind, and the scene was extremely spectacular. The heartfelt cries of the crowd converged into a shocking earth-shattering voice: "Long live the King of Light!" The cry reverberated far away on the earth, and before it had passed away, a bigger wave rose again: "May our king live forever!" The sound was so powerful that even the black mountains in the distance were trembling.

The sound of horses' hooves on the highway was sonorous, and a group of cavalry galloped towards them, and seeing the banner of the King of Light approaching in the night wind, the cavalrymen turned over and dismounted and fell to their knees beside the road, their heads touching the ground. Zi Chuanxiu hurriedly jumped off the horse to help, and said repeatedly: "Everyone has worked hard!"

The leading half-orc kowtowed again and again before raising his head, and Zichuan Xiu was stunned: "Bran, it's you! are you still alive?"

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