I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 582: The Khan's throne changes! A bloody banquet!
The melon is ripe and falls off the stem.

The peaches are ripe, so we can pick them.

At this moment, Taiji suddenly woke up after hearing Han Shao's order.

From the beginning to the end, Jin Wushu and the Wushu tribe were just a handy tool for their master to conquer the grassland and attract other people's attention. They never really gained the trust of their master.

The reason why he had been hiding behind Jin Wushu all these years was for this day.

Borrow a chicken to lay an egg!

Instead!
With the long sword in his hand, Taiji stood in front of Jin Wushu, who looked pale.

"Jin Taiji! What are you...what are you going to do!"

"Don't... don't forget! I made a promise with you! But under the witness of Changshengtian——"

Anda?

Haha, isn’t this thing meant to be sold?

As for Changshengtian?

"I'm sorry, Wushu Anda, I forgot to tell you, Taiji, I never believe in Changshengtian."

When he was a child, Taiji was also afraid of Changshengtian.

Until one day, he broke the promise he made in Changsheng Tianxia, ​​and after being in fear for a while, he did not receive the punishment he deserved.

He knew that the existence of Changshengtian was fake.

But the owner is different.

Because the master's punishment is real.

If he disobeys Changshengtian, he will be safe.

But if he disobeys his master, he will really die.

So he came to the conclusion very early on that he could not believe in Changshengtian, but he could not not believe in his master.

What's more, compared with the illusory blessings and protection of Changshengtian, the master's reward is real.

If not for this, he would not have been able to progress step by step from being a small follower of the young chief of the Chishu tribe to where he is today.

"So... just go and rest assured. By the way, I'll be there for you, don't worry..."

The cold tip of the knife raised his chin, and Jin Wushu glared angrily.

Anger, hatred, fear, regret... these were not enough to fully describe the emotions in his eyes at this moment.

He looked somewhat similar to Turan Anda, who was stabbed through the vest by Taiji, which made the long sword in Taiji's hand tremble a little.

It's not about being reluctant, but about being excited.

During this hesitation, Jin Wushu seized the opportunity and looked up at the Khan's throne above.

"Your Majesty! No! Master! I am still useful! Very useful!"

"Let me live! I can help my master to stabilize the millions of armored soldiers of the Wushu tribe! I can also help my master to pacify the grasslands..."

"I, Jin Wushu, swear to the Eternal Heaven! From now on, I will never betray you!"

Driven by the instinct to survive, a series of pleas for mercy came out of his mouth like a machine gun.

It’s a pity that regretting at this time is meaningless.

"Taiji, are you questioning what I said?"

Hearing the impatient tone of the Khan above, Taiji, who had hesitated for a moment because of Jin Wushu's words, subconsciously handed out the long sword in his hand.

puff-

The long knife pierced the throat and blood dripped.

The surging magic power will quickly destroy the powerful vitality unique to the great monk.

Jin Wushu made a strange sound in his throat, and the unwillingness in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he grabbed the corner of Taiji's clothes tightly.

"For the sake of our past friendship, please spare my offspring's life..."

Taiji really didn't expect that this guy would still be so naive even at this point.

Should I spare his life and then wait for several years for him to perform a "Revenge of the Prince in Trouble" with me?

Taiji, who was familiar with the history books of the Yong people, felt that this was inexplicably funny.

"My brother and I have a deep friendship. How could Taiji bear to let him go alone?"

"My nephew is virtuous and filial, so I'm sure he won't blame me."

A family should be together so that you won’t feel lonely even in the underworld.

Looking at the resentful eyes of Jin Wushu after his last glimmer of hope faded, Taiji comforted him with gentle words.

"Anda, you don't have to thank me."

Yes.

From this moment on, he was the new Khan of the Wuzhu tribe.

However, this newly-promoted Khan of the grassland did not have the slightest arrogance of a grassland overlord. The first thing he did when he ascended the throne was not to declare his majesty to his tribesmen, but to pay respect to the throne in the Khan's tent with the highest etiquette of offering sacrifices to the Eternal Heaven.

"Thank you for the gift, Master!"

In an instant, Han Shao, who was sitting high on the throne, suddenly felt a huge amount of luck converging towards him.

"As expected..."

Han Shao's thoughts fluctuated slightly, but he quickly suppressed them.

After all, this luck is scattered and not condensed. If you want to fully utilize it, it will take time to hone it.

However, since Taiji gave him such a generous gift and made him so happy, he would naturally not be stingy with his reward.

"Okay, get up and take a seat."

Taiji, who had originally planned to take advantage of Han Shao to get the power to do what he wants and thoroughly cleanse the Wushu tribe, was stunned.

But after looking up at Han Shao, he held back what he wanted to say and sat down quietly at the seat below the Khan's throne.

He and his master are like a firefly to the bright moon. His master naturally knows everything he can think of.

Sure enough, just after he clapped his hands to signal the start of the banquet, an intense aura of war gradually filled the room.

By using his magical power and listening carefully, he could even hear the sounds of fierce fighting.

……

Inside the Khan's tent, the room was full of people sitting.

Wine and meat flowed like water onto the tables and chairs.

If we ignore the heads that still exude a terrifying aura after death, and the corpse of the former Khan Jin Wushu who died with his eyes open, there would be endless laughter and joy.

But at this moment the Khan Tent was deathly silent.

Those former slaves who were from the Guiyi Army were fine. They didn't say anything at this time, more of a kind of reserve that only belongs to the victors.

After being behind the scenes for so many years, I finally get to hold my head high.

Naturally, everyone was excited and in a good mood.

There is no doubt that from now on, on the grassland, except for the Wuhuan royal court, they will be the most respected.

They can take wealth, power, and beauty as they please, as long as it does not violate the authority of their master.

But gradually, they realized that something was wrong.

and many more!

All of them are in the Khan's tent, so who are the people fighting and killing outside?
As soon as they thought of this, they subconsciously looked up at Han Shao, who had remained calm from beginning to end.

Soon, the relaxed and happy expressions on their faces faded away little by little.

In a blink of an eye, many people felt sweat on their foreheads and a slight chill on their backs.

On the other hand, those members of the Wushu tribe who followed Jin Wushu all looked pale and uneasy from the beginning.

Lost!

They lost everything before the banquet even started.

The heads that were chopped off from the sky, especially the dragon head with the most obvious features, destroyed all their courage in an instant.

Then came their clan leader, Khan Jin Wushu, who almost surrendered and was directly beheaded by that bastard Jin Taiji.

This undoubtedly crushed the last glimmer of hope in their hearts.

Now they are like fish on a chopping board, and their final fate will be no more than the difference between minced meat and fish fillets.

It was not until this moment that they suddenly realized that after going around in circles for the past ten years, no matter how hard they tried, they were actually just jumping around in someone's hands.

It's really ridiculous and funny!
Compared with the other two groups, the people who were most relaxed at this time were the people from the tribes who had recently naturalized in recent years.

After all, in the past, they were merely responsible for waving flags and cheering in the open and covert struggles between the two sides.

Even if they are to be beaten with sticks or beheaded, it will definitely come first to those two groups, and it will not be their turn yet.

However, in the face of a situation that seemed clear but was actually still treacherous, they did not dare to say much for fear of bringing trouble upon themselves.

"Hey, why are you all drinking alone?"

In the dead silence of the sweat tent, Han Shao suddenly chuckled.

"I have heard that you northern grassland people are bold and unrestrained. Why are you so reserved today?"

It is true that he is bold and unrestrained.

In the past, they drank too much and even dared to behave unruly in front of the Khan.

But in the current situation, who dares?

So even if Han Shao took the initiative to pick up the wine cup and smiled.

"Come on, let me raise one first, and then we'll drink!" Everyone sitting in the room still looked trembling with fear. After taking a big gulp of the liquor, they dared not say anything more.

Han Shao showed dissatisfaction when he saw this.

"Why? Are you holding a grudge against me? Do you want to embarrass me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.

Even Taiji became uneasy, feeling a sense of uneasiness as if the emperor's intentions were unpredictable.

He cautiously glanced at Li Jing on the other side, asking for help. Li Jing didn't want to pay any attention to this former slave.

But after thinking that this little slave is indeed different from before, he finally decided to give him some face.

So he thought for a moment and then said.

"I have often heard people say that the grasslands are good at dancing. Who among you is good at this? Why don't you dance for His Majesty and entertain him?"

The Khan presented dances in his tent and asked them to dance themselves.

This is undoubtedly a humiliation that could not be more obvious.

If it were in the past, even if Khan Jin Wushu made such a request, they would have flatly refused.

But now faced with such a proposal, although they felt ashamed, when they looked at each other, they found that many of them were tempted.

There is no way, the atmosphere at the moment is too depressing and dull, it's really unbearable!

In addition, the fierce atmosphere of war outside was too strong, and no one knew what the situation was, let alone what Khan was thinking.

If they continue like this, they will really go crazy!
So even though they knew it was a humiliation and that their dignity and integrity were being trampled underfoot, they were still tempted to do it.

So almost at the moment when Li Jing finished speaking, someone stood up and said.

"I come!"

Seeing this, Han Shao glanced at Chi Le, who was sitting upright beside him, with a playful look.

"Does Una want to see it?"

Chilewuna, who had a blank expression on her face from beginning to end and no one knew what she was thinking, looked at the person below.

If she remembered correctly, she had seen the man below when she and her father participated in a grassland alliance.

This is the patriarch of a tribe of ten thousand cavalrymen.

During the alliance meeting that day, she and her father could only feel each other's majesty from the corner.

But now... such a noble and heroic figure is going to dance in front of me?

At this moment, Una inexplicably felt a sense of unreality and absurdity, as if she were dreaming.

This absent-mindedness made her forget to respond to Han Shao's words.

When I came to my senses, I heard Han Shaodao.

"Well, you dance for a moment. If you can make me smile, I will reward you generously."

The tribe leader's face lit up with joy when he heard this.

Then, as if he was afraid that Han Shao would regret it, he clapped his hands and twisted his strong waist.

One circle, two circles...

Seeing the once majestic man now amusing himself like a clumsy fat bird.

Even though Chilewuna was shocked to the point of being a little dazed today, she was still amused and burst out laughing.

"Does Oona find it interesting?"

Hearing the gentle words in her ears, Chilewuna's face turned red and she nodded seriously.

"Hmm, interesting."

Han Shao smiled.

"Then I will remember his merit. How do you plan to reward him?"

Chi Le Wu Na was stunned again when she heard this, then she leaned close to Han Shao's ear and whispered.

"Shao, stop making trouble. What can I give him as a reward?"

After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that it was inappropriate to call the person next to her "A Shao" now. Her face suddenly turned pale and she looked panicked.

Han Shao comforted.

"Then I will reward him for you, okay?"

Seeing that Han Shao didn't mind her calling him "A Shao", Chi Le Wu Na's heart was filled with emotions, so how could she care about anything else?
"Well, Una always listens to A Shao..."

The beauty is delicate and innocent, so charming.

So Han Shao waved his hand and said to the person who had finished the dance.

"I will reward you with 5,000 followers and 100,000 cattle and sheep. You can take them after the banquet."

Just for one dance, he was rewarded with 5,000 troops and 100,000 cattle and sheep?

Everyone present was stunned.

The person who received the reward also looked stunned and stood there in a daze.

Han Shao frowned.

"What? Too little?"

thump--

Under Taiyi's pressure, the man looked terrified and kept saying.

"That's enough! Thank you...thank you for the reward, Master!"

Until this moment, many people in the Khan's tent still didn't know Han Shao's specific identity. They didn't know how to address Han Shao, so they could only bite the bullet and follow Taiji in addressing him as "Master".

And when he returned to his seat in a daze, the others who were originally hesitant suddenly felt excited and encouraged.

Soon, people stood up one after another and performed dances in class.

Han Shao also waved his hands frequently and gave out countless rewards.

Just like that, the atmosphere became lively, and the originally silent sweat tent suddenly became lively.

They felt that Han Shao was not that scary, so their fear eased a little and they gradually grew braver.

He dared to drink wine, eat meat, and even spoke louder.

Speaking of which, where is the beauty in seeing these rough men's burly bodies dancing?

The only interest is in watching the absurdity and contrast.

At first, it could make Chilewuna giggle, but it became boring after a while.

As another person came on the stage and repeated the same trick, Chilewuna just felt bored and annoyed.

So she didn't laugh.

So Han Shao beside her frowned and gave the order directly.

"You're useless! You can't even dance well, what's the point of keeping you? Chop him off!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures appeared in the tent in an instant. After suppressing him with vast magic power, they swung their swords and chopped off his head.

dong dong dong-

When the huge head rolled down, the spurting blood once again added a rich bloody color to the sweat tent.

In an instant, the warm atmosphere returned to its original point.

A pair of stunned, astonished and terrified eyes stared at the corpse on the ground, and the wine cups that were just being toasted froze in their hands.

Han Shao, sitting high on the Khan's throne, glanced at everyone indifferently.

"continue."

But the crowd, already chilled to the bone by the hot blood on the ground, didn't dare to step forward!

"Whose turn was it just now?"

Han Shao's gaze wandered and landed on one person.

"Is it you? Come, dance for my beauty. If you dance well, you live. If you dance badly, you die."

If you don't jump, you will die.

Under such circumstances, how could that person dare to refuse?

He went on stage dancing with his body trembling and his face pale.

It was a pity that no matter how hard he twisted his body, Chi Le beside Han Shao still didn't smile at all.

There was no way. She was frightened by Han Shao's sudden murder just now. How could she laugh?
So one can imagine what will happen to this person on the field now.

"Chopped."

With just a few simple and straightforward words, he cut off the head of a local chief.

It added a touch of blood to the already bloody banquet in the royal tent.

In this case, knowing that going on the field means death, who would be willing to go on the field and die?
At this moment, Han Shao grinned, and his true intention was finally revealed.

"Since you are unwilling to dance for me, you are being disrespectful to me."

"I don't need to be polite to you..."

After saying this, he turned his gaze to those who had previously danced and received rewards.

"Go, kill them and take your reward."

……

(End of this chapter)