My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?.

Chapter 1120 What kind of God is it if he can’t feed his followers? Isn’t that heaven?
April 10, the 17th year of the reign of Qin Shi Huangdi.

The sun rises diligently every day, and every time it rises, He finds that there are fewer living people on the Puyinxing battlefield.

The Juma River was dyed red with blood, and corpses filled the small mud ditches.

Peng Yue's troops even had to retreat a hundred feet to avoid the wall of flesh and blood formed by the corpses of the allied forces' soldiers.

But the war continues!
The delicate and narrow tail feathers on King Bater's crown were now one high and one low, limp and dirty.

The King's Heavy Armor, which was designed with only aesthetics in mind and without considering practicality, now had many dents and congealed blood and minced meat mixed in the armor plates.

The copper beak with a golden handle and inlaid with large gems should have been a scepter symbolizing royal power, but at this moment it swept out with a bloody smell, fiercely piercing through the helmet of a Qin cavalryman, piercing into the brain through the temple, and licking out a ball of red and white stuff.

Bater pulled out the copper beak with a flick of his wrist, and shouted with heavy breathing: "Charge! Keep on charging! Keep on charging!"

As the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces and the king of Tunguska, Battelle had never been in danger in his life, let alone led a charge into battle himself.

However, faced with the Qin cavalry that came and went like the wind and broke through the enemy's formation like a sharp sword, Battelle had to lead the most elite guards to the front line.

However, even so, the decline of the coalition forces was still inevitable.

More than half of the coalition soldiers have been killed in the battle, and only 180,000 troops are left, still fighting a desperate battle!

Ying Chengjiao looked down at the entire battlefield indifferently, without a trace of urgency in his eyes.

The scales of victory were constantly tilting towards the Qin army, and Ying Chengjiao was not in a hurry.

To annihilate as many enemy troops as possible at the least possible cost is what Ying Chengjiao pursues!

Seeing the allied forces' southern flank showing signs of weakness, Ying Chengjiao calmly ordered, "Load the catapults with oil bombs."

"Three rounds of throwing!"

"Order Commander Feng Wuze to retreat 500 feet and lure the enemy to the south."

"Order the commander Jingpo to attack the enemy's southwest, and order the commander Sujiao to attack the enemy's southeast!"

Flames danced again among the coalition forces, but there was no large-scale chaos among them.

There are several rounds of fire attacks every day, and they are exhausted!

They just clenched their weapons and looked at the Qin army in silence and despair.

Because they knew that the Qin army would definitely follow the flames!

Bater hurriedly shouted: "Big Danghu Hulun! Big Danghu Beier! King Gaoyi!"

"Rush to the southern front!"

Looking at the more than 3,000 soldiers remaining behind him, Hulun sighed bitterly.

The Hulun tribe had suffered more than 70% casualties in the battle, and the legs of the remaining soldiers were already bloody. The Hulun tribe had almost completely lost its combat effectiveness.

But if we don’t fight, will we be killed and then fall into the hell of false gods?

With trembling hands, Hulun clenched the copper beak and shouted hoarsely: "Soldiers, forward!"

A Hulun knight with blood dripping from his toes lay on the horse's back, his arms around the horse's neck, and moved forward with the tired warhorse.

Soon, a familiar figure appeared in Hulun's sight.

It was none other than Su Jiao, the commander of the Qin army!

Hulun felt more and more bitter, and shouted resolutely: "Charge!"

The Hu cavalry let go of the horses' necks, and with their bloody legs they clamped their horses' bellies again. They endured the pain and fatigue, took out their short bows, and drew their arrows.

On the other hand, the cavalrymen under Su Jiao had no injuries on their legs. They sat comfortably on the saddles, pulling their bows in unison with full energy.

"Boom boom boom~~~"

After a round of arrow rain, Hulun immediately ordered: "Turn right! Keep your distance!"

Archery on horseback is the only event in which the Hu cavalry have an advantage on horseback. Hulun hopes to keep a distance and shoot as many rounds as possible.

However, the soldiers and horses of the Hulun tribe were already exhausted and in pain. Their physical strength and speed were not enough to support Hulun's tactical needs.

Just as he pulled a little to the right, Su Jiaobu hit him head-on!

With a flick of his halberd, he skillfully crossed over and intercepted a Hu bandit in the heart. Su Jiao shouted excitedly: "Soldiers, take military merit!"

More than 10,000 cavalrymen from Su Jiao's army shouted excitedly: "Kill!"

War horses charged and spears thrust.

Hulun felt more bitter as he watched his fellow tribesmen being defeated without any resistance.

It was clear that these troops had been deployed to the battlefield since the beginning of the war and had experienced high-intensity combat. Many soldiers of the Hulun tribe could not even ride their horses steadily, but the Sujiao tribe could still control their horses and gallop.

Who is the proud one on horseback?

Hulun knew that with the combat effectiveness of his soldiers, it was impossible to complete Bater's orders, and they would soon be completely swallowed up by Su Jiao's troops.

The resentment and anger in his heart prompted Hulun to roar: "Kill my people! Kill my warriors!"

"Miren Zamulha will definitely kill the false god! Changshengtian will definitely avenge us!"

Su Jiao looked at the roaring Hulun in surprise, but did not shoot him immediately. Instead, he said jokingly in Donghu language: "Oh?"

"Then ask that damn Changshengtian and Miren Zamulha to come over!"

"This battle has lasted for so long. Could it be that Changshengtian's horse has become lame, so that Changshengtian is still unable to reach the battlefield today?"

"That's not right. Didn't you say Changshengtian is a god?"

"Is there such a weak god?" Hulun became even more angry, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute Su Jiao's words.

This war concerns the future and prosperity of Tungus, and the lives of 400,000 Tungus men. The war has been going on for a long time.

Changshengtian should protect them!
But why hasn’t Changshengtian protected them yet?

Aren’t their daily sacrifices pious enough?

Hulun didn't know.

Hulun could only sternly say: "Shameless southerner, don't be impatient!"

"Soon, Changshengtian and Miren Zamulha will kill your god!"

"Our souls will return to the heaven of Changshengtian, where we will enjoy endless delicacies every day and will never suffer from cold and hunger again."

"And you..."

Before Hulun could finish, Su Jiao interrupted him and said as a matter of course: "We don't need to wait until our souls pass away before we can have a full meal."

"While we are alive, we can have enough food every day, and our families, young and old, can also have enough food every day."

Hulun: ???
Hulun was halfway through saying his harsh words, the rest of the words got stuck in his throat.

Su Jiao asked in confusion: "Don't you know?"

"Chang'an Jun, the false god you are talking about, has been bringing immortal arts to the human world in recent years."

"In recent years, the yield per mu in Daqin has doubled and doubled again. By the end of this year, we will achieve the goal of no one in Daqin suffering from hunger."

"Chang'an Jun also brought the prosperous pig down to earth and personally bred hundreds of thousands of them. The number of piglets born from the prosperous pigs continues to increase. Within five years, all the people of Daqin will be able to eat meat."

"In addition, Lord Chang'an also granted me many other magical skills, such as suturing wounds, smelting iron, making paper and wheels."

"The life you imagine you can only live after you go to heaven, we are already living it now."

Hulun was silent, and the soldiers of the Hulun tribe also slowed down their horses unconsciously. They looked at Su Jiao with shock, and even couldn't help whispering:

"No wonder the Qin we face is completely different from the Qin our ancestors talked about. It turns out that it was all the work of the false gods!"

"What did he say? Every Qin person can eat and drink enough while they are alive? How is that possible! How can a person eat a full meal every day while they are alive?"

"The false god actually gave the Qin people the techniques of farming and raising pigs? If the false god can do this, why is our Changshengtian unwilling to give us the magic technique of having enough food!"

"He's lying! He must be lying! My fellow tribesmen, don't believe him. He is just trying to disrupt our army's morale!"

The Donghu soldiers even only dared to fantasize that they could have full meals every day after death, but Su Jiao said that the Qin people could have full meals every day while they were still alive?

impossible! Absolutely impossible!
This is an enjoyment that can only be found in heaven!
Are all the Qin people living in heaven? !
Su Jiao looked at Hulun in surprise and asked, "No way, no way."

"Can't the Eternal Heaven that you believe in even give you enough food to eat while you're alive?"

Heartbreak!

Crit!

Some Hu cavalry even ignored the fact that they were on the battlefield and lowered their heads to try to escape from everything they heard.

Because the Eternal Heaven that they believed in really couldn't provide them with enough food to eat while they were alive!

Fortunately, Su Jiao also waved his hand and did not let his soldiers continue to attack. Instead, he urged his horses to move slowly towards Hulun.

Hulun shouted in an angry voice: "Su Jiao!"

"Even if you and I are enemies, I still respect you as a warrior who is unrivaled in the world!"

"Why do you have to say these things that you don't even believe yourself!"

"A false god is just a false god. How can a false god do what even Changshengtian can't do!"

Su Jiao looked back at the soldiers behind him, pointed at Hulun and said with a smile: "Look at how poor they are!"

“I can’t believe I can even have enough food every day!”

The Qin army soldiers laughed heartily and said proudly: "Of course Chang'an Jun can do it!"

"Changan Jun is not only able to do it, but has already done it. In the future, he will lead us to grow more food so that we can eat until we are full!"

"Chang'an Jun also invites the twelve immortals to gather in Xianyang City. Soon, more immortal arts will be introduced to our Great Qin by Chang'an Jun. Our future life will definitely get better and better!"

"You say that my Great Qin Chang'an Jun is a false god? Your immortal genius is a false god! He can't even feed you, what kind of god is he!"

Seeing the smiles on the faces of the Qin army, from the captain to the soldiers, Hulun reined in his horse and took two steps back in fear.

Hulun could see that even the smiles of those soldiers were sincere.

Could it be that Chang'an Jun, the false god, has really fed all the southerners?

If even the false god Chang'an Jun can feed his followers, then why can Changshengtian...

No, no!
Hulun was so angry that he shouted: "My fellow tribesmen, don't listen to their nonsense!"

"No matter how good the Qin people's lives are, it has nothing to do with us!"

"Don't forget, the southerners don't accept surrendered soldiers, they will only kill the prisoners!"

"The only way between us and the southerners is a fight to the death!"

Su Jiao was really confused this time, and even asked angrily: "Who said that the Great Qin would not accept surrendered soldiers?"

(End of this chapter)