Chapter 953: Chapter 5: Hero of Heroes, Charge, Charge!
The previous guard couldn’t help but say, "Such a big matter."
"But, these Chanyu, monarchs, Khans."
"Gathered together."
"What should the leader greater than them all be called?"
This question seemed quite tricky, leaving the well-informed former stunned, hesitating greatly, "This, the Khan of Khans, hero among heroes, this should have the most magnificent title, right."
"How could we know something like that?"
"Now the front line has been utterly routed by the son of the Wolf King, morale is bad, so they want us to send in some supplies, and along the way, send some female slaves, horse slaves, alas, now I understand the City Lord’s intentions."
"If we can achieve great things by following [Khan of Khans], our future territories won’t just be this small patch, and we wouldn’t have to worry whether these lower classes would attack in the future."
"But if this time we fail."
"When the military power of the Central Plains’ Wolf King arrives, we also can’t hold this place."
"I don’t know why, but the Wolf King seems to really dislike the upper-class people and middle-class people in the city, once even slaughtering two cities of upper-classes, with blood flowing fiercely, though our city doesn’t match up to those two, it’s not too bad either."
"By then, the City Lord’s wealth will be gone, where would he care about these lower classes?"
Saatanati relaxed when she heard the two leave, continuing to struggle, her wrists rubbing open fine lines of blood, but with a forceful tug, she broke the rope, biting her lip, a flicker of light appeared in her eyes.
Blood dripped down, she silently released her hands, wanting to untie the ropes on the wrist of the person beside her, the girl next to her said, "What, what are you doing?"
"Helping you untie the bindings."
"You, you’re so foolish, I can barely stay alive if I’m taken away, but if I escape, I’ll certainly die."
That beautiful girl whispered, "I, I’d rather live."
"This is fate."
Saatanati widened her eyes, couldn’t believe such words, thought for a moment, then said, "Then I’d rather die."
"If this is fate, they say we can only live for fifty-five times of the Flying Eagle passing over the earth, then I want to live to the fifty-sixth. If fate says I should be taken to the front as a female slave, then I want to die here."
A smile appeared on her not so fair face, she patted the beautiful girl.
"Then you live."
"I’ll die."
She knew she couldn’t escape, but still tried hard, but after quietly walking a short distance, someone suddenly shouted, "Someone’s escaping!" Saatanati’s body tensed, turning back, she saw the captives still bound, many with their heads down.
Saatanati couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from.
The warriors here were alarmed, all drawing their swords looking at her.
The little girl pressed her lips together, took a deep breath, and as someone with a sword came over, Saatanati smiled, like a Flying Eagle circling high in the sky, about to land for the fifty-fifth time, she sang aloud a tune, encouraging herself, rushing forward.
Boom!!!
The sound of hooves suddenly arose, followed by cries of agony, the Western Region warrior faltered, turning his head, and there was an exclamation: "Someone, someone came for revenge?!"
Saatanati was stunned, seeing the Western Regions cavalry charged forward, then seemed to hit something, stopping in their tracks, then noises arose on both sides, chaotic, only the sound of horses galloping could be heard.
It seemed there were enemies on the left, seemed there were enemies on the right.
In the chaos, suddenly on one side of the hills, a figure appeared on horseback, Saatanati saw the merchant-like attire, hair flying in the wind, then saw him lift his gun.
Saatanati widened her eyes, opened her mouth, couldn’t say anything.
Then she saw that person lower the gun, charged down from the gentle slope of the hill, the Western Region warriors here shouted: "A Central Plains person ... hahaha, one ..."
And then they couldn’t laugh anymore.
Behind the charging Central Plains person seemed to be cloaked in the sky, under the vast sky, warriors from various small tribes of the Western Regions wearing different attires and holding different weapons tightly followed, one, two, three...
Two hundred, three hundred, five hundred...
Many warriors from different parts of the Western Regions picked up their weapons, surprisingly following an ordinary Central Plains person, launching such a charge against the nobles with whips.
Later historians did not know, how these sheep, enslaved for hundreds of years, who dared not resist the whip, suddenly turned into a pack of fierce tigers.
But in this battle, they forgot fear.
The Military School’s battle formation of the Central Plains sought peaceful integration of the qi mechanism, momentary explosive unity and coordination, but this team, from different tribes, with different accents, different languages, such humble people, didn’t understand the language of those nobles.
But there was still a phrase, on this vast earth, even the humblest could shout out, the broad sky like a battle robe, the Central Plains hero at the front raised his spear, under his war cloak’s protection, warriors from different tribes widened their eyes, shouted in unison—
"Tian Ge’er!!!!"
Lances held level.
"Charge!!!"