I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1040 Kaitian and Hupo
"Alliance Master has good vision."

Chi You grabbed the jar of wine on the table, tilted his head back and drank most of it. The dark red wine dripped down his beard, leaving bloodstains on his animal skin armor.

"But before I go out to fight, I need to advance 3,000 strong men to offer sacrifices to the flag."

As he said this, his eyes were always fixed on Wu Tiansheng, and he saw veins bulging on the other's axe handle.

"We, the rebel king, cannot dig our own graves because we have no strong civilians. However, we have 3,000 surrendered soldiers from the Great Xuan. If the leader does not mind..."

Faced with Chi You's bloody demands, Xuanyuan Po didn't even frown.

"can."

Chi You suddenly interrupted his words, picked up the wine stains on the ground with the tip of the Tiger Soul Blade, and drew complicated runes on the ground.

"It's just that I want the leader to personally preside over the flag-off ceremony."

He stared at Xuanyuan Po's suddenly shrinking pupils. The devil's aura spread along the runes, and the whole tent was suddenly filled with cold winds.

"Humph!"

Wu Tiansheng suddenly took half a step forward and slammed the Axe of Creation into the ground heavily. The blue bricks on the ground instantly cracked like a spider web.

Chi You felt his eardrums buzzing and a puff of white air came out of his nose - this Wu Tiansheng could actually use sound waves to shatter the protective magic energy of his body!

"This leader agrees."

Looking at the two people whose internal Qi was faintly surging, Xuanyuan Po suddenly spoke.

"Three days from now at midnight, this leader will personally beat the drum for the Jiuli Iron Cavalry."

As he spoke, he took off the black jade pendant from his waist. The moment it fell to the ground, it turned into blood-red mist, and condensed into four ancient characters "blood oath" in the tent.

Chi You stared at the four words and suddenly burst into laughter.

He laughed at Xuanyuan Po's cunning, laughed at Wu's natural forbearance, and laughed even more at the fact that no one in the world knew - when the Tiger Soul Blade and the Axe of Creation clashed again, that would be the day when the Southern Barbarian Land would be reorganized again.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the blood mist transformed by the jade pendant, allowing it to corrode the flesh on his palm. The demon bloodline boiled and burned in severe pain.

"Master, please watch."

Chi You suddenly ripped open his clothes, revealing the hideous demon tattoo on his chest.

"This is the highest oath of the Jiuli tribe. If you break the oath..."

He bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of devil blood on the tattoo. The whole tent was suddenly filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves. The soldiers on duty outside the tent were horrified to see that countless devil shadows formed by the strong energy broke free from Chi You's body, circling and roaring in the night sky.

Xuanyuan Po's expression finally changed.

He saw that among those demonic shadows, there were giants with copper heads and iron foreheads, ferocious beasts with wings on their backs, and even a few blurry figures holding weapons that he was very familiar with - that was the standard Xuanming sword of the Daxuan Xuanming Army under Yang Jian!

"Chief Chiyou has good tactics."

Xuanyuan Po Guang waved his sleeves, and the tent instantly returned to calm. Only the cold light on Wu Tiansheng's axe blade was still dazzling.

"Three days later, this leader will wait for the Nine Li Iron Cavalry to break through the Great Xuan Camp."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine cup, only to see Chi You striding out of the tent. The animal tooth pendant on his ox-horn helmet jingled in the night wind, like the bell of the god of death urging him to die.

When Chi You walked out of the central military tent, the moon was hanging on the top of Cangwu Mountain. He took a deep breath, and the humid air from the south rushed into his lungs, but it could not extinguish the fire in his chest.

He heard the clanging sound of Wu Tiansheng sheathing his axe from behind him. He deliberately slowed down his pace, waiting for the heavy footsteps like a mountain to approach.

"Chief Chiyou, please stay."

Sure enough, Wu Tiansheng's voice sounded like the friction of rusty bronze chains.

Chi You turned around slowly, with the Tiger Soul Sword across his chest. Under the moonlight, he saw tiny golden rays seeping out from the gaps in Wu Tiansheng's armor, which was a sign that the initial strong energy was about to break out of his body.

"General, what advice do you have?" Chi You grinned, his fangs glowing green in the moonlight.

Wu Tiansheng raised the Axe of Creation, and the axe blade reflected Chi You’s distorted face.

"The witch priest who gave me this axe once said that among the southern barbarians, there is a Jiuli tribe, where there exists a magic weapon as famous as the Axe of Creation - Tiger Soul!"

His voice seemed to come from the underworld, carrying a suffocating pressure.

"Ahahahaha!"

Chi You suddenly burst into laughter, and the devil's aura exploded, breaking all the grass and trees within a ten-foot radius.

Wu Tiansheng's pupils suddenly shrank. He saw black and red demonic aura emerging from Chi You's body. As the scarlet aura surged, countless human faces appeared and disappeared in it. There were men and women, old and young, all of them roaring with their mouths open.

He was very familiar with those faces—they were the many barbarian war gods from the southern barbarians that he had seen in the land of inheritance in the past!

"So, what is the relationship between the Axe of Creation and the Jiuli Tribe?"

Veins bulged on Wu Tiansheng's axe handle, and the Kaitian Gangqi in his body surged towards Chi You like a tide.

But at this moment Chi You suddenly restrained his breath, and the devil's aura receded like a tide, leaving only scorched earth on the ground.

"The General will know soon enough."

He turned and walked towards the Jiuli camp, and the pendant on his ox-horn helmet played the prelude to death in the night wind.

Wu Tiansheng looked at Chi You's receding back and suddenly remembered what the witch priest said before he left - "You will have a battle in the future that concerns your destiny. If you see the demon god with wings on its back, you should cut off its right wing with the Axe of Creation."

He subconsciously touched his left shoulder, where several bloodstains had appeared without him noticing, like a demon howling to the sky.

At the same time, behind Wu Tiansheng, the night watch drum outside the central army tent struck three times. Inside the tent, Xuanyuan Po leaned on the tiger-skin commander's chair, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the snake-shaped golden ring.

"Go ask Marshal Mo to come over and tell him I have something important to discuss with you!"

He suddenly sat up straight, and brushed the cold teacup on the table with his wide sleeves. The guards standing guard outside the tent left in response, and the iron plates on the soles of their boots hit the blue bricks, splashing a string of crisp sparks.

In just half a cup of tea, the curtain was opened by two silver spears, and the night wind carried the frost-like breath of Mo Ranchen into the tent, startling the flames in the charcoal basin to suddenly jump three feet high.
The young commander, privately called the "Jade-faced Military God" by the anti-king coalition, took off his usual silver armor tonight and wore only a moon-white robe. A three-foot green sword hung from his waist, and the seven star patterns on the scabbard flickered in the firelight.

"My lord, you called me so late, is it because of Chi You?"

Mo Ranchen walked straight to the sand table, his fingertips brushing over the Daxuan Qujiang defense line outlined with cinnabar. There was still a piece of unmelted snow in his hair, reflecting tiny silver lights in the flickering candlelight.

"He who knows me is stained with dust."

Xuanyuan Po raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"It is said that the Nine Li Demon God Soldiers brought by Chi You are all made of bronze skin and iron bones, invulnerable to swords and spears, and can defeat thousands of enemies on the battlefield. What's even more difficult is..."

He stood up and walked to the sand table, his wide black sleeves sweeping across the Longchuan Ferry carved out of black jade.

"That guy has set his sights on Kuimen Pass."

He counted with his fingers and tapped in the direction of Cangwu Mountain.

Mo Ranchen lowered his eyes when he heard that, and his eyelashes cast two butterfly-wing-like shadows under his eyes.

"Yang Jian is like a turtle hiding in its shell at this moment."

"He has set up eight linked forts along the Qujiang River, each of which houses 3,000 soldiers and has enough food and fodder to sustain the army for half a year. He is determined to be a coward and wait for our coalition to run out of food and fodder before collapsing."

He suddenly put his fingers together to form a sword, and an inch-long ink sword energy condensed from his fingertips, drawing a winding curve on the sand table.

"Qujiang, Lintong, and Kuimen Pass are three strong cities that support each other, and the food supply route is secretly connected to the Qujiang waterway. It is obvious that he wants to wear us out!"

Wherever the sword energy passed, fine sand fell from the jade carvings representing the Great Xuan City.

(End of this chapter)