Chapter 3 The Prince's Choice

The Third Prince was stunned. He never imagined that the countermeasures and responses he had devised in the tent after being captured would lead to such an ending.

From Zheng Fan's mouth, he learned two shocking facts:

The Savage King, it seemed, had not been escorted to Yanjing as rumored, and was likely in Zheng Fan's hands.

Moreover, the Savage King seemed to have already pledged allegiance to Zheng Fan, offering advice and strategies. The plan for the Yan army's surprise attack on the Naiman tribe at Xuehai Pass was personally formulated by the Savage King.

A chilling sensation swept over the Third Prince's spine. This coldness didn't stem from his imminent death, but from a sense of despair.

If the Savage King had submitted to the Marquis of Pingye,

Then what future did the entire snowfield have?

What hope could be expected?

No one understood the terror of the Savage King better than the Third Prince. In his view, even if the Savage King ultimately failed, it wouldn't be a failure of the Savage King himself.

Because the Savage King was facing a terrifying Yan Kingdom, and at the same time, a snowfield fragmented like loose sand.

If only the snowfield could abandon its prejudices, unite, and provide the Savage King with more support, the situation wouldn't have collapsed to this extent.

If Xuehai Pass hadn't fallen, or if it had been promptly reclaimed, the snowfield would still hold the initiative against Jin territory. It wouldn't be in the current predicament, where the Yan could launch an invasion at will.

"Heh heh heh... hahaha hahaha..."

The Third Prince suddenly began to laugh.

He reached out

and grasped the dagger that Xue San had tossed before him.

At this moment, his face no longer held any humility, nor did he kowtow and beg for mercy. Instead, he appeared remarkably open and candid.

This change

surprised even Zheng Fan.

The Third Prince seemed to have transformed suddenly,

His appearance remained the same,

but his temperament,

yes,

it was in his temperament, that he was entirely different from before.

Everyone needed a mask. Some people had only one mask for their entire lives, while others needed many.

The Third Prince had taken off his mask.

This former "talented man" of the Savages, once praised by the Savage King as having the makings of a prime minister, now truly possessed that air.

"Marquis, your Great Yan is waging endless wars. Your end may not be much better than mine."

Zheng Fan yawned and nodded.

He didn't refute it, but frankly acknowledged it.

There was no point in arguing or discussing anything with this man at this moment. Besides, what did the future of Great Yan have to do with him, the Marquis of Pingye?

Ahead of Zheng Fan might stand a Cao Cao or a Sima Yi, but definitely not a Yue Fei.

It was clear that the Third Prince wasn't deliberately cursing Zheng Fan before his death. He wasn't someone who couldn't accept defeat. Deep down, he still possessed a touch of nobility that shouldn't belong to a Savage.

He continued,

"But I imagine, in time, the snowfield will become your Marquis Zheng's pasture, and my Sacred Clan people will become your Marquis Zheng's slaves.

Living in ignorance for hundreds of years,

the destiny of my Sacred Clan

ultimately cannot be controlled by ourselves.

Such days are better off over;

such a snowfield is better off unseen;

such a life is better off lost!"

The Third Prince shouted the last three sentences.

As the last word left his mouth,

he clenched the dagger and plunged it fiercely into his heart.

"Thunk!"

The blade

didn't penetrate too deeply. The Third Prince felt intense pain, contorting his entire face.

Last night, he had said, "A scholar is useless in everything."

Now he truly tasted the bitterness of being a scholar. He didn't know martial arts, and his body had been weak since childhood. He hadn't toughened his bones. If he weren't the son of the Naiman King, his destiny would have been the same as many newborn, weak infants on the snowfield: deliberately abandoned by their parents in the wilderness, to be taken away by wolves.

But what he never expected was that,

at this moment,

even committing suicide

seemed somewhat beyond his capabilities.

When he wanted to die, he couldn't die decisively. It was truly a torment to be in such a public spectacle.

Zheng Fan saw the Third Prince's face, flushed red, not because of the injury, but because of... shame.

The Third Prince seemed to want to try to pull out the dagger and stab himself again, or clench the dagger and stir it inside his body.

However,

as soon as he moved the dagger,

the wound twitched,

and he immediately trembled all over in pain.

"Hiss..."

The Third Prince gasped, and the spasm in his body caused his hand to feel like it had lost all strength.

Committing suicide wasn't a simple matter, especially with a cold weapon.

Zheng Fan couldn't help but think of the TV dramas he had watched in his previous life, where every female character could casually take a knife and neatly slit her own throat, with blood splattering everywhere. It was so unrealistic.

However, Zheng Fan suddenly felt that it was inappropriate for him to be distracted at this moment. It was disrespectful to the Prince before him.

The Third Prince looked at Xue San with pleading eyes,

not begging for mercy,

but struggling to say,

"Please... General, help me..."

Xue San looked at the Third Prince and smiled,

"The dagger is poisoned, but it's a slow-acting one. Just wait a little longer, and you'll die."

Xue San loved playing with poison. Coating his daggers and hidden weapons with poison was commonplace. Fast-acting poisons, to be honest, were not very useful in battles between experts.

Because experts could control their own blood and qi, contracting their muscles and sealing their acupoints. Fast-acting poisons could be felt clearly from the start, making it easier for them to suppress the damage from the poison to the minimum.

But this kind of slightly slower-acting poison was like cutting flesh with a dull knife, taking its time, making you feel nothing at first. By the time you felt something, the poison had already spread.

Third Master was playing a high-end dirty game.

Hearing this, the Third Prince nodded to Xue San with some gratitude.

Then,

he turned his head with some difficulty to look at Wu Niangzi.

He truly liked this woman from Jin territory. This woman was different from other women on the snowfield. She was knowledgeable and reasonable, and had some understanding of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

When she was by his side, he could get the illusion

that he wasn't living in the cold winds of the snowfield,

but sitting in a small courtyard with white walls and black tiles in the drizzling rain of Jiangnan.

The Third Prince was grateful to her, grateful that she had brought him so many days of joy and beauty, a beauty without the slightest hint of defilement.

Wu Niangzi was now covering her mouth, kneeling on the ground, with a look of horror on her face.

She hadn't taken the initiative to stand in front of the Third Prince,

saying that if you want to kill the Prince, kill me first!

Nor had she crawled at Zheng Fan's feet, saying she was willing to be his slave, doing anything for him, just begging the Marquis to spare the Third Prince's life.

She had done nothing, because she was terrified.

In such a situation, in such a scene,

a woman like her

was already completely lost.

The Third Prince forced a smile on her face,

then,

turned his head again,

to look at Zheng Fan, sitting in front of him.

The Marquis Zheng was sitting in the chair, leaning back, with his legs crossed and his hands clasped on his knees.

The Third Prince was grateful, because this Yan Marquis hadn't turned around and left. He was waiting for his final death.

People were particularly sensitive when they were about to die, and it was easy to stir up a lot of emotions.

"Marquis, I never touched Wu Niangzi,"

the Third Prince said.

Xue San's ears twitched when he heard this.

Had his lord's weakness for taking other men's wives spread even to the snowfield?

"Please, Marquis, spare her life."

In fact, no matter how deep the misunderstandings the outside world had about him, Zheng Fan wouldn't admit that he really had that kind of fetish.

Not to mention anything else, Ke Shi at home had looks, figure, and charm, but he had always "kept himself pure."

When your feelings might involve the devils, you couldn't help but be cautious.

Marquis Zheng pointed to Wu Niangzi, who was kneeling there, and said,

"If she's a Jin citizen, she will naturally be restored to her original status."

Although the Blind One hadn't come up with formal and specific methods for dealing with Jin slave laborers on the snowfield, he had already discussed the spirit of it with Zheng Fan.

That was, Jin slave laborers who returned to Xuehai Pass would directly be freed from their slave status and granted land to cultivate.

At present, what Xuehai Pass lacked most was actually population, preferably its own population.

Savages could be used, but only as laborers. At least for now, it was unrealistic to absorb the Savages as their own people.

But Jin people, if you rescued them, if you helped them, when their interests were aligned with yours, they would definitely follow you closely.

So, this time's campaign was partly because Marquis Zheng felt that his face had been slapped by the Naiman tribe. The Marquis had a bad temper, so naturally he had to slap them back tenfold.

On the other hand, it was to take this opportunity to establish his authority, warning the various tribes on the snowfield to make concessions on the issue of Jin slave laborers. After all, when the Savages entered the pass last time, God knew how many people they had looted. In short, almost half of Cheng Kingdom was left with nine empty houses out of ten.

The Third Prince nodded in relief,

then smiled,

and looked up

at the blue sky above.

He hoped to maintain this smile, to freeze it until the moment of his death.

But he found that this action, this posture, was really tiring now.

So tired that he couldn't breathe.

So, he had to lower his head again and said,

"Marquis, I want to write a poem."

After all, he was a Savage with a scholar's heart, and even before death, he wanted to deliberately maintain his dignity.

Marquis Zheng nodded

and said,

"Good."

The Third Prince took a deep breath,

and a complex and profound light appeared in his eyes,

then,

he let out a long sigh,

and then,

opened his mouth:

"..."

He died.

His poem, not even a single word was uttered. He was frozen in the expression of reciting a poem.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Wu Niangzi finally couldn't help but cry out loud at this moment.

Zheng Fan, who was leaning back in his chair, looked at the Third Prince, who was frozen in death with his mouth open.

Suddenly, he felt that this posture, this image, was beautiful.

It wasn't exactly tragic, nor was it exactly desolate, and it was even difficult to evoke any human resonance.

Because few people truly understood this image.

Apart from Zheng Fan and a few others,

no one else knew

that the Savage man who had died before them

was the one the Savage King had personally said he wanted to kill, the one the Savage King himself had certified, that leaving him a path would inevitably make him a threat in the future.

His death

gave Zheng Fan the feeling of personally strangling a "tyrant"...

No,

that wasn't quite right,

it was personally strangling... an era!

Perhaps, even if the Third Prince had survived this time, he might not have really risen to power in the future. He might have died from falling off a horse, from an assassination, from a disease, from a betrayal, preventing him from following the path envisioned by the Savage King.

But in any case,

he,

had personally strangled all possibilities.

Zheng Fan looked at Xue San.

Xue San also looked at his lord.

"Lord?"

"Remember his current appearance. Go back and carve a stone statue for me. I want to collect it."

"Huff..."

Third Master felt that his tailbone was about to wag when he heard these words, if he still had one.

The content of these words, and the expression with which they were said, made Third Master think that his lord was truly a pervert.

But it was surprisingly pleasing.

"Don't worry, Lord. I've memorized it all."

Marquis Zheng nodded

and ordered those around him,

"Set up camp here. I'm going to sleep for a while."

After saying that,

he propped his elbow on the armrest of the chair, supported his cheek, and closed his eyes.

Too lazy to find a place,

he just fell asleep right here.

For a moment,

everything was silent.

Whether it was the prisoners being held nearby or the Koryan tribe warriors around them, they all consciously lowered their footsteps and tried not to make any noise.

When he fell asleep,

this world

should be silent.

...

"This is all your fault! It's fine if you led troops to chase those runaway slaves, it's fine if you couldn't catch them, but why did you have to kill them when you clearly caught them, and pile them up? You idiot, how could I have such a stupid son!"

The Naiman King scolded his eldest son.

Just now, news had arrived

that the Yan army had broken through the pasture originally belonging to the An Yang tribe west of Deep Pool. The spearhead was already approaching the Naiman tribe's main clan.

The cause of all this was his eldest son's reckless behavior!

"Father, what did I do wrong? Those Jin slave laborers dared to betray the tribe and run away. They deserved to be killed, deserved to be shown some color. Otherwise, how would we manage the slaves in the tribe in the future?"

"You idiot, you are so stupid!"

The Naiman King was too angry to speak. The unknown fate of his third son was a great blow to him.

"Father, don't worry. Even if the Yan send troops this time, they won't have too many soldiers. Your son is willing to lead our Naiman tribe warriors to meet the enemy."

Peace was peace, and alliance was alliance. Just as Zheng Fan had always been thinking of freeing up his hands to deal with the snowfield tribes, the heads of the snowfield tribes had never naively believed that this peace could last forever.

Therefore, they also used their respective methods to inquire about the military strength of Xuehai Pass.

As far as they knew, the Marquis of Pingye at Xuehai Pass didn't have many soldiers under his command.

But despite this, he was still terrifying, because behind that Marquis of Pingye stood the Jingnan Marquis of the Yan, and at the same time, the entire Yan Kingdom.

Even if they could win a conflict with Xuehai Pass, what would happen if the Yan Kingdom sent a large army or sent that Southern Marquis of the Yan Kingdom to lead an expedition to the snowfield again?

The snowfield Savage tribes, after losing the Savage King, had no centripetal force at all. They simply couldn't organize a national war that could be waged against a huge country.

But the current situation had to be dealt with. They couldn't let the Yan army come here.

However, facing his eldest son's request to fight, the Naiman King didn't directly agree. Instead, he appointed one of his younger brothers as the general to lead the main force to meet the enemy. At the same time, he had his eldest son and his second son, who had always been at odds with the eldest son, serve as deputy generals, each leading their respective troops to cooperate in the battle.

The Naiman King knew very well that the more critical the moment, the more he had to be wary of his sons.

After making these arrangements, the warriors in the tribe began to prepare for the expedition.

Afterward, the Naiman King received the envoys from the nearby tribes who had arrived yesterday. This time, the Naiman King didn't hesitate. He agreed to divide up slaves and livestock as the price for other tribes to send troops to help, and asked them to quickly return to their respective tribes to persuade their chieftains to send troops.

The Naiman King even cited an example that he had heard from his third son before, called "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold."

After doing all this,

the somewhat tired Naiman King returned to his royal tent.

This royal tent was very large, and it could be divided into many small rooms.

The Naiman King went directly to the innermost part, where he saw the beautiful woman sitting there, weaving a leather garment.

The woman was about thirty years old, dressed in red. She sat there, like a ray of light shining there, making the Naiman King extremely infatuated.

Although this woman had not given birth to a child for him, she had firmly grasped the Naiman King's heart.

The woman smiled sweetly at the Naiman King

"Meow..."

A meow came from under the bed. Immediately, a black cat walked out from inside. This was her pet.

The Naiman King sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes beginning to blur.

He saw himself and her rolling together,

he saw himself and her ascending Wushan together.

However,

in fact,

the Naiman King had only fallen asleep and was snoring.

The woman put down the leather garment in her hand, glanced at the Naiman King, who was snoring loudly on her bed, with a hint of disgust, and shook her head.

She said,

"Something seems to have happened to the Naiman tribe."

There were only two people in this royal tent, one of whom was already unconscious.

But immediately, a third voice sounded:

"Do you regret it?"

This voice came from the black cat.

The woman stretched lazily, not rushing to answer.

But the cat jumped directly onto the bed, looked at the woman, and spoke in human language,

"Hua Ji, do you regret it?"

The woman was somewhat helpless and had to say,

"You seem to really want to hear the four words 'I regret it' from my mouth?"

"Yes."

"Is there even a need to say that?"

"Look at the man you chose. Even when the tribe is in great trouble, he still chooses to come back here to find a woman. How could you have been so blind to choose him?"

"I originally had my eye on his third son."

"In the end, he didn't want you? And then you went for his father?"

"Yes, he didn't want me. He was very wary and guarded against me. Even when I threw myself into his arms, he didn't want me, so I had no choice but to go to his father's bed and listen to him call me 'mother'."

"Women, are you all so boring?"

"Stop talking nonsense. What should we do now? I heard that the Yan army has already reached the west side of Deep Pool. It's not too far from here."

"If you want to run, there's still time. I don't think the Naiman tribe can stop the Yan. And even if they stop them this time, when the Yan send another large army, the Naiman tribe will eventually be destroyed.

These Savage chieftains and nobles who didn't follow the Savage King into the Pass,

they don't know

just how ruthless

the Yan are!

It's fine if you let them get a little advantage,

but if you make them suffer a loss, even if it's just a little loss, the Yan will do anything to get their face back.

Their emperor, their marquis, their generals, are all a bunch of madmen, complete madmen!"

"It's just that you were almost eaten back then. You're still holding a grudge."

"If I had been any slower, I would have been swallowed whole by the Pixiu under the Yan's Northern Marquis!"

"I know, I know. You've been wronged, you've been wronged."

The woman picked up the half-woven leather garment and carefully examined the stitches,

She said,

"But I don't plan to leave. In my eyes, the Yan and the Savages are actually no different. They're all just people.

Just like we are in their eyes, whether we're cats or foxes, it doesn't matter. We're all just demons.

This person..."

The woman glanced again at the unconscious Naiman King,

"He's useless now. I chose him back then because I thought he was easy to control and easy to listen to, and he didn't disappoint me.

But now that he's useless, I might as well just let him go."

"Not leaving, not running?"

A hint of suspicion flashed in the cat's eyes, then it said in shock,

"You want to stay?"

"Yes, I'm a royal consort, a delicate and beautiful royal consort. No matter how barbaric the Yan are, the soldiers are still men. I don't believe that Marquis Pingye, after breaking into this place and seeing me,

won't be moved by me."

Hua Ji couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle,

"Men, aren't they all the same?"

"Heh."

The black cat made a disdainful sound.

"What, you're not going to accompany me?"

"What would I accompany you for? I still want to live a few more years. It's not easy for us demons to gain intelligence. I don't want to die so quickly."

"But where can we go if we leave the Naiman tribe? Find another Naiman King? Not to mention I'm tired, even these so-called tribal chieftains, following them, you can't even absorb a trace of noble qi from them.

Even if they have some kind of royal title, it's useless!

Right now,

there's a Pixiu in Yanjing. That kind of being is most sensitive to us demons and likes to eat demons for a living.

There's a Fire Phoenix in Chu Kingdom. There's no shortage of demons in the Great Marsh. It's easy for those Chu Kingdom sorcerers to deal with us.

The Qi Refiners of the Qian Kingdom are all eager to eliminate us to accumulate their heavenly merits.

That Yan Marquis of Pingye was personally enfeoffed by the Yan Emperor. He should have a lot of noble qi, right?

You don't want it?

You really don't want it?

Can you really bear not to?"

As she spoke,

the woman couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick her lips, extremely alluring.

"Hua Ji, don't think of this world as so simple. This is, after all, a world of humans. What if that Marquis of Pingye doesn't like you?"

"How is it possible that he wouldn't like me? Unless his Yan Kingdom enfeoffs a eunuch as Marquis of Pingye, or that Marquis of Pingye's wife at home is more beautiful and moving than me, and knows how to serve men and please men better than me.

Heh,

tell me,

is that possible?"

...

The more than seven thousand troops of the Koryan tribe hadn't moved for the past two days. According to Zheng Fan's orders, they were actually waiting for the Naiman tribe's troops to come.

However, because of the previous loot, the harvest was quite plentiful, so there was no need to worry about the shortage of food. And because Zheng Fan was very generous and directly divided up a lot of cattle and sheep from the spoils to reward them according to wartime habits, these Koryan tribe warriors had maintained a very strong morale.

Zheng Fan's ability to lead troops in battle, because he didn't dare to let go and give free rein, Zheng Fan himself didn't know what level he was at when it came to leading troops in battle.

But Zheng Fan understood some of the rigid things.

On a long expedition, military supplies were definitely the most important thing. No matter when, letting the soldiers eat and drink their fill was the most direct and effective way to maintain their will to fight.

The Naiman tribe's army finally appeared on the second day. However, the Naiman tribe didn't launch an attack directly. Instead, they began to probe Zheng Fan's strength with skirmishes.

Zheng Fan was too lazy to play the game of skirmishes with them. He didn't want to waste the energy and continued to signal Koryan Dongge and Jin Shuke to stand pat.

After another day, the Naiman tribe's auxiliary soldiers and slave soldiers also arrived. For a time, the scale of the Naiman tribe's army in front of Zheng Fan had exceeded 20,000.

The difference in numbers between the enemy and his side had exceeded twofold, and was even close to threefold.

Did Zheng Fan feel panicked?

He was a little panicked, but he couldn't show it.

There was one thing that Zheng Fan deserved to be praised for, and that was that he rarely did things that he wasn't sure of. If he was going to do something, he would do what he was good at.

For example,

"How to be a good mascot and maximize the effect of a mascot."

In this matter,

Zheng Fan definitely had strong confidence that he had trained himself to have!

Not only was he sleeping outside that time after killing the Third Prince,

but for the next few days,

Zheng Fan was sitting in a chair or simply piling up a small bed with a pile of dry grass, and then sleeping grandly at the entrance of the camp.

This behavior did have the effect of stabilizing the morale of the army.

In addition, the barbarians had a natural chain of contempt for the Savages, and at the same time, they were convinced of the strength of the Yan. Seeing that this Yan Marquis, who was also their new master, was so calm, everyone's hearts calmed down.

There was no way around it,

who told him to pull out this barbarian army to fight before it had even undergone reorganization.

If it was his own direct line of troops, Zheng Fan wouldn't have to do all this.

Although it was difficult for a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist to catch a cold, Zheng Fan's head was still a little swollen after blowing the cold wind of the snowfield for several nights in a row.

During this time,

the Naiman tribe sent an envoy, expressing their willingness to negotiate peace, and their attitude was very low.

The Naiman tribe was willing to compensate slaves and livestock to appease the Marquis of Pingye.

Clearly, they had the advantage, but they still had to bow their heads. Zheng Fan knew that all of this deterrence came from the Black Dragon banner of Great Yan that he had raised.

Zheng Fan was also very sensible. He warmly received the Naiman tribe's envoy, expressing his great expectation and desire for peace talks. At the same time, he expressed Great Yan's basic attitude of hoping to coexist peacefully and be good neighbors with the tribes of the snowfield.

Just as the Naiman tribe's envoy was pleasantly surprised that he was about to complete his mission, the conditions that made him dumbfounded came.

Zheng Fan demanded

that the Naiman tribe first hand over the eldest prince, because he was the culprit in the massacre of Jin people outside Xuehai Pass. This kind of person must be brought back to Xuehai Pass. At the same time, the Yan Emperor should issue an imperial decree to judge him.

In addition, the Naiman King had failed to govern his subordinates properly and had failed to live up to the Yan Emperor's conferral of the title. However, the Naiman King was, after all, a king, so he needed to set off in person, enter Xuehai Pass, then pass through Jin territory, and enter Yanjing to personally plead guilty to the Yan Emperor.

Finally,

Zheng Fan patted his chest and reiterated his longing for peace and his expectations for a better future.

The envoy left the Yan army's camp as if he had seen a ghost, in a daze.

Hadn't he seen a ghost?

Hand over the eldest prince?

This condition was very harsh, but the envoy felt that it was not completely hopeless, after all, his tribe leader had many sons.

Even if he lost a third son and then lost an eldest son, there was still a whole nest.

And the eldest prince's power and ambitions were expanding more and more, and he had actually been suspected by the Naiman King.

But what was up with handing over the Naiman King?

Was this still a peace talk?

Even a fool could understand

that if the price of peace was sacrificing their own tribe leader, then their own tribe leader must have been knocked on the head by a star. Otherwise, how could he agree to these so-called peace conditions?

Stalemate, confrontation,

lasted for about four days.

In these four days, the Yan army had been avoiding battle, hiding in the camp.

Clearly, the camp wasn't very strong, but that also depended on who they were dealing with. It was overkill to use a cleaver to kill a chicken. For the Savages, the camp built by the barbarians, who weren't very good at camp warfare, was already enough to give them a headache.

Another reason why the Naiman tribe began to become increasingly presumptuous and took the initiative to provoke a battle was that they had discovered that this Yan army seemed to be different from the Yan army they had imagined.

This Yan army

actually had armor and weapons

that were as tattered as their own!

The Savages didn't know that the barbarians had already placed them at the bottom of the chain of contempt.

So,

they were now beginning to despise the barbarians.

And during this time, Zheng Fan remained unmoved.

He was counting the days. Liang Cheng's detour should have been successful.

The Savage King's plan emphasized the importance of timing.

Only by seizing this moment could they defeat the Naiman tribe at the lowest cost when they were at their weakest. At the same time, they had to do it before reinforcements from other tribes arrived.

Once the Naiman tribe was destroyed or defeated, the other tribes wouldn't understand the principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold." All they knew was that the Yan were unlikely to come to the snowfield to graze. If there was one less Naiman tribe, the pastures vacated by the Naiman tribe and the fleeing population could be divided up by them.

This was reality.

Because of the rise and fall of the Savage King,

what was lost in this process was not only more than 100,000 Savage troops,

but also a group of tribes with foresight and vision.

The essence had already been swept away, and what remained were only short-sighted tribes and chieftains.

On the fifth day of the confrontation,

a large number of scouts were released from the Yan army's camp to counter-suppress the Savage scouts.

At the same time,

Xue San's personally trained spies also began to move.

The barbarian scouts were the most elite warriors of the Koryan tribe, and Xue San's men were even more exceptional, so the Naiman tribe's scouts suffered heavy losses for a time.

On the sixth day,

news came from the front scouts

that a unit of about 5,000 Naiman tribe cavalry had detached from the main force and retreated.

Zheng Fan immediately drew his sword

and chopped the chair he had been lying on for a week in half.

At the same time, he kicked Jin Shuke and Koryan Dongge in the buttocks,

roaring,

"Beat the drums, attack!"

Zheng Fan didn't believe that the more than 5,000 mobilized Naiman tribe cavalry was a ruse.

Because Zheng Fan didn't believe that Liang Cheng would fail.

This was confidence in Liang Cheng, absolute confidence in the quality and ability of the devils under his command!

Therefore, the backyard of the Naiman tribe must already be on fire.

Moreover, if he waited any longer, perhaps in another day or two, reinforcements from other Savage tribes would arrive.

Under Zheng Fan's command,

Jin Shuke and Koryan Dongge personally organized

more than 7,000 barbarian cavalry to drive out of the camp in a grand manner and begin to form ranks outside.

This scene shocked the Naiman tribe, because their eldest prince had just taken away 5,000 elite troops to rush back to defend, causing the main general leading the troops this time, who was also the Naiman King's younger brother, to be somewhat at a loss, hesitating whether to take the initiative to attack or retreat to defend.

A'ming, this tool, was riding his horse and following Zheng Fan.

On the battlefield, wherever his lord was, he had to be there. He had to enter his role and be an emotionless shield machine.

As for Zheng Fan,

facing these more than 7,000 barbarian soldiers that he had only known for less than half a month,

he once again showed his specialty.

Zheng Fan was riding the Pixiu, passing by the front of the military formation. He held up his horse knife, and the Pixiu under his crotch was also very sensible, cooperating with Zheng Fan's galloping hooves, trying to make himself appear as powerful and majestic as possible.

And as soon as Zheng Fan opened his mouth,

A'ming and Xue San immediately exchanged glances, seeing shock in each other's eyes.

Not only these two devils,

but also Jin Shuke and Koryan Dongge, and a large number of barbarian cavalry.

"Warriors of the Koryan tribe!"

Because

Zheng Fan's words were spoken in the barbarian language.

Even the devils themselves didn't know when their lord had learned the barbarian language, but the current facts proved that Zheng Fan had indeed learned it, and he spoke it very fluently.

In fact, Zheng Fan had many opportunities to learn the barbarian language, but from the migration from Tiger Head City to Cui Liu Fort, requiring the barbarian soldiers to learn Xia language had become a tradition.

For example, Jin Shuke, although his use of idioms was still a bit awkward, the problem of Xia language communication no longer existed.

Xue San chuckled and whispered to A'ming beside him,

"Our lord is really hiding his skills."

"Who would really be satisfied with being just a mascot for the rest of their lives?" A'ming asked in return.

"The way you say that makes it sound like we're the bad guys in a forbidden room."

"Our lord is actively learning and actively pursuing progress. Shouldn't we be happy?"

"But why didn't we hear a peep about it?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know."

A'ming ignored Xue San, picked up the wine bag, and took another sip of blood. It tasted very fresh and delicious. He had to take a few more sips while he could, because he had a feeling that he would lose a lot of blood later.

Zheng Fan waved his long sword

and shouted,

"Warriors of the Koryan tribe, I am your new master. You should all know me by now, Zheng Fan, the General of Xuehai Pass of Great Yan!

This Marquis doesn't dare say anything else in this life, but there is one thing that this Marquis is best at, and that is winning battles!

In recent years,

the battles that this Marquis has experienced have never been defeated. Every time, we have returned with a great victory!

This time, this Marquis believes it will be the same!

In front of you

are the Savages of the snowfield.

Did you see the Savages' provocations towards us in the past few days?

This Marquis will put his words here,

if those who were stationed in this camp these days were not you, but regular Yan troops!

I'll lend the Savages ten guts, and they wouldn't dare to take the initiative to provoke!

But now, they dare!

Why?

Because the Savages think the Yan are not easy to bully, but you barbarians are easy to bully!

The Savages

look down on you barbarians!

Yes,

you are looked down upon by the Savages, you are looked down upon by the Savages!

The great Barbarian God is above,

you, as his people,

are actually looked down upon by this group of uncivilized beasts who drink blood and