The Emperor is Above

Chapter 154 Follow Me to Kill the Child from Guqiu
"woo woo woo woo--"

“Boom boom boom—boom boom boom—”

The sound of the horn was so deep and distant that it made everyone in Guqiu feel numb.

The heavy cowhide drum was beating, and it seemed to be beating on everyone's heart.

Whether it was the eight hundred princes of the Dashen Dynasty or the settlements of wild people in the vast wilderness, they all communicated with horns and beat drums to boost morale during marches and battles, and the wild people in the great lake were no exception.

Even those who had no experience in military battles, upon hearing the sound of trumpets in the distance, knew that the number of the Ozenomino coalition forces was indeed in the thousands, and this fact was worrying.

The first people to appear in everyone's sight were the scouts and vanguards of the coalition forces of Daze. There were more than 800 of them, riding a variety of strange mounts.

"Whirl, hurl, hurl—"

"Moo-"

"Yo yo yo——"

"Ah-ah-ah-ah"

There are horses with different furs and shapes, as well as tamed northern wilderness buffalo and blue cattle, and wild warriors riding elk, reindeer, and giant-horned deer. Of course, there are also strange things mixed in.

The more than 800 wild riders had no formation and no uniform. They were dressed in fancy totems of the various tribes of the wild people in the Great Lake. Especially their independent behavior made the scene look very chaotic and funny.

However, no one in Guqiu could laugh, because among the more than 800 cavalrymen of various types, there were dozens of ninth-grade exotic beasts alone, including some eighth-grade exotic beasts.

The appearance of such a large number of exotic beast mounts means that there are at least dozens of primary and intermediate totem warriors in the coalition’s scout vanguard alone, and it is unknown how many more totem warriors there are in the army behind them.

"Ouch——"

Following a deafening long roar, the wild riders rushed to both sides, revealing the coalition forces of various tribes in the Daze region following closely behind them.

Leading the way was a seventh-rank spotted tiger, which walked with its sturdy limbs to the front of the formation and stopped. This spotted tiger was ten feet tall at the shoulder and nearly thirty feet long. Its ferocious appearance alone could give a three-year-old child nightmares.

Hundreds of wild riders saluted respectfully. Of course, the target of their salute was not the tiger, but the person riding on the tiger's back.

The owner of the colorful tiger is none other than Ji Wuhen, a high-level totem warrior of the Golden Rooster tribe.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, and extremely strong. His hair was cut only two inches long and stood up like broken thorns. He had a high nose, thick lips, leopard eyes and eyebrows. His bronze face was tattooed with a golden rooster pattern. He wore a string of bone rings on his forehead and huge bone rings on his ears.

He was wearing a rough animal skin robe, revealing his broad back and shoulders, and on his chest was tattooed an extremely complex golden rooster totem, which was a symbol of identity and status.

Especially those piercing leopard eyes, which were extremely aggressive and oppressive. Wherever his eyes went, everyone could not help but bow in salute.

Even Shuima Boyu, the senior totem warrior of the Shuima tribe and the deputy commander of the coalition forces of the Daze tribes, had to lag behind the priests of the Black Wind tribe and the Cat Ghost God, with a gloomy face of envy and jealousy, but he did not dare to challenge Ji Wuhen's authority. At this moment, Ji Wuhen became the focus of thousands of people and the absolute protagonist on the battlefield. Even the priests of the Black Wind tribe and the Cat Ghost God who secretly directed all this were willing to hide behind him.

Undoubtedly, all these actions made Ji Wuhen even more ambitious. He rode on the back of a tiger and looked around with a proud look at the thousands of coalition forces from various tribes in Daze.

Although the Golden Rooster Tribe has grown rapidly in strength over the past five years with the support of the Black Wind Tribe, it is now the strongest settlement in the swamp with a population of 30,000 and 7,000 to 8,000 hunters.

But the Golden Rooster Tribe has at least four high-level totem warriors. Together with the deployments of the clan leader and elders, each high-level totem warrior can only command more than a thousand people. This is also the first time for him to command such a large army of wild people, and he can't help but feel high-spirited.

What excited him the most was not only that it was the first time he commanded such a large army, but also that everyone in the Daze coalition now had weapons and armor, and they were no longer the rats crossing the street who only wore animal skins and carried wooden sticks or bone sticks.

“It’s a shame and a waste to gather thousands of strong and powerful troops just to fight against a mere sergeant. The three divisions of Xing Hou are the only ones qualified to be the opponent.

Now we are meeting with the various tribes in Daze, and when the autumn harvest comes, perhaps we can repeat the great victory of the Black Wind Tribe ambushing the Right Division nine years ago."

Ji Wuhen pretended to be a master and sighed lonely, revealing his great ambition. The two Black Wind Tribe priests who followed him pretended not to hear it, but sneered in their hearts: How can a frog in a well talk about the sea? How can a summer insect talk about ice?

The Cat Ghost Priest Hei Kui did not have so many concerns. He stroked the black cat in his arms and sneered unceremoniously: "General Ji Wuhen, please do not be too ambitious. Although the coalition forces of Daze are nearly 4,000 and everyone is wearing helmets and armor, they are just a mob in my eyes.

How can you win a battle by having more people? As the saying goes, quality is more important than quantity. The three divisions of Xinghou have fought in battles every year and are extremely elite. We only need to send any one of the three divisions to completely defeat your so-called majestic and powerful army."

"Hei Kui Priest!"

Ji Wuhen was immediately embarrassed. As a high-ranking totem warrior of the Golden Rooster Tribe, he did not have to rely on the cat ghost to provide weapons and armor. With his eyes wide open and his face full of anger, he shouted angrily,

"If it weren't for the fact that I, Jingmao Guishen, was an ally of the Black Wind God, and you had made a lot of contributions to the various tribes in Daze, I would have beheaded you for the crime of undermining the morale of the army."

"Hey, why is Commander Ji Wuhen so angry? I guess Priest Hei Kui didn't mean it!"

The Black Wind Tribe's chief priest Nan Fengyue advised him, but he was secretly pleased with Ji Wuhen's actions. With an expression that showed he put the overall situation first, he turned to the Cat Ghost God priest and said,
"Priest Heikui just spoke out of turn. Don't destroy your own prestige and boost others' ambitions. Guqiu is not the third master of Lord Xing.

Why don't we first wipe out the two hundred or so children in Guqiu, and then return to capture Guqiu's fiefdom, and distribute the wealth and women? Wouldn't that be wonderful? Why bother to fight over something that doesn't exist?"

The black-robed woman from the Black Wind Tribe also chuckled and said, "Look ahead, I thought that when the kid from Guqiu knew that our coalition was coming, he would be scared to death and try to escape.

I didn't expect that Guqiu's kid would try to learn the art of fighting a chariot by deploying more than 200 people to prepare for the battle. He is so self-deprecating that it makes me laugh to death."

"Sure enough, this kid has probably lost his mind. Scouts reported last night that Guqiu led a group of beastmaster apprentices to subdue twelve young ninth-grade blue rhinos. He doesn't think that he can defeat us high-level totem warriors with just this, does he?"

Ji Wuhen suddenly laughed loudly, holding an ironwood halberd in one hand, and ordered with cold eyes, "Scouts and vanguards will surround them from both sides and cut off their retreat. The rest of you will follow me and kill the kid from Guqiu—"

When the surrounding wild warriors were ready to follow Ji Wuhen and fight to grab the credit, the black cat in the arms of Priest Heikui suddenly screamed loudly, interrupting Ji Wuhen's words.

(End of this chapter)