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Chapter 312 Heroes of Heroes, Charge, Charge! (Seeking monthly tickets)

Everyone in Tiance Mansion looked at the young prince calmly. Li Guan said:
"Now that you have agreed, you need to draw your sword, Mr. Shi."

Shi Dalin said: "Yes."

"Prepare them medicine for their injuries immediately, and equip them with the Qilin Army's regular medicine, mainly the corpse powder like Hou Zhongyu's."

"Yes."

"Gongsun."

The white-haired Gongsun Huai said straightly, "Yes."

Li Guanyi looked at the harmless old man and said, "Assemble the crossbow and the rotating crossbow mechanism. Pan Wanxiu, Xu Tiange, the two of you will assist Gongsun and complete it within half an hour."

"promise!"

Li Guanyi said: "Nangong."

Nangong Wumeng said: “Yes.”

Li Guanyi looked at her. She thought that Li Guanyi would let her survey the road ahead and perform scout duties, but she didn't expect Li Guanyi to say, "You should leave immediately and go to Tiele to find Qibili and mobilize the golden scimitar cavalry."

His expression was calm. Although it had only been two days, the situation in the Western Region was too vivid. A lot could be seen in two days - like mountains full of crises, layer by layer, the order of the Western Region was accumulated together.

Very harsh, but extremely strict.

Anyone who does not follow the order of this area will provoke a counterattack from this behemoth-like order, and it will come over layer by layer like a wave until it crushes and shatters the person who violates this order.

In such troubled times, you need to consider the consequences of doing anything.

Otherwise, saving people is like killing people.

Only when you have the confidence can you do such a thing.

Li Guanyi made a judgment naturally and knew that his rescue today was just the beginning. Once the gap was opened, it would be difficult to close and would require more powerful forces.

Be prepared in advance for the crisis that will occur two steps later.

The wind from the Western Regions swept across the vast land, bringing with it the smell of swords, blood and fire. The young man looked into the distance, holding the weapon at his waist, at the light cavalry king that galloped across this land, the king that was unrivaled in history and legend.

The golden scimitar cavalry has long since faded into history.

It’s time to come back to this world again.

At this moment, Li Guanyi is about to personally lift up the yellow sand in the memories of the kings and princes of the Western Regions and bring back the sounds of horse hooves and the sharp sounds of scimitars cutting through the night that have been deposited in the memories of their ancestors to this troubled world.

Li Guan paused, and suddenly thought of two years ago, when he was still young and had an experience in the ghost market in Jiangzhou City, holding the sword at his waist.

Mr. Xue, have I grown up too?

Nangong Wumeng hesitated and said, "I want to leave the battle line..."

"Who will be the scout then?"

Li Guanyi pointed at the burly man over there and said, "There's Lei Laomeng."

Almighty Lei Lao Meng!

He is not as good as Fan Qing in commanding troops, not as good as Qi Laogui in medical skills, only learned mechanical skills lately, and is just so-so as a scout, but fortunately he can do everything.

Li Guanyi said: "Nangong, can you bring the troops of Tiele tribe here?"

"It determines how far we can go in the future."

"So, I'll have to trouble you."

The young prince's hair was slightly raised, and he smiled gently:

"Tian Ce Mansion's lucky star, please bring the news of victory to us."

Nangong Wumeng's face flushed and he said, "You, you, you..."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, fine, just wait for me!"

She waved her hand and left immediately. Changsun Wuchou had already prepared everything needed for a long-distance journey in an environment like the Western Desert. Nangong Wumeng set off, and Li Guanyi ordered Changsun Wuchou to coordinate the logistics.

Li Guanyi's gaze dropped and looked at Fan Qing.

Fan Qing stood straight, his temperament calm and solemn.

"Fan Qing."

Li Guan said together.

Fan Qing took a half step forward and said, "I am here."

Li Guanyi: "What do you think we should do?"

Fan Qing followed Li Guanyi's gaze and looked at the surviving people in the tribe with a calm look.

He is a dull man, so he cherishes the opportunity at this moment. He is the most desperate person in the entire Qilin Army. He learns military formations from Yuwen Tianxian and strategies from the various counselors in Tiance Mansion. He does not hesitate to endure the pain and let the seven old ghosts of the Qilin Army test the medicine on him.

His family was taken away from him in the midst of chaos.

He didn't want to see the scene of broken families again.

This is why he picked up the sword and the gun.

He said: "We can help them this time, but, my lord, if we are the only ones in front, then nothing will change. For them, it will just be a change of people above their heads."

These words touched Li Guanyi's heart.

Among all the generals, only Fan Qing's heart is closest to him.

Li Guanyi said softly, "Fan Qing, go ask these soldiers if they are still willing to draw their swords? Do they still have the courage in their hearts? Are they still afraid of death?"

Fan Qing went to ask.

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand and pulled out a long stick. He took out the dagger made of ox horn that Saatanti had given him and inserted it into the long stick with his backhand, turning it into an ancient and rough spear. Batur came over with red eyes and said:
"You...what are you going to do?"

Li Guanyi: "Go save people, go for revenge."

Batur's palms trembled as he said, "They are the best of the best."

Li Guanyi said: "Then I would like to say that I am still the king of Central Plains."

Batur waved his arm vigorously and said in an irritable tone: "Don't joke around at this time!"

"In the Western Desert, people are divided into different classes. Today, those nobles only shot our men as they passed by. But if we charge forward, we will definitely not be able to defeat their armored cavalry. Once they find that we dare to resist, more people will come to kill us."

"One thousand, two thousand, we will all be killed."

"The upper class are different from us."

Li Guanyi looked at this irritable Western warrior. He knew that Batur's irritability and anger were not directed at him. Batur wanted to persuade this young Central Plains merchant, but this Central Plains merchant just polished the simple spear in his hand and said:

"We Central Plains people have an old saying."

"It's called, are there any kings, princes, generals or ministers of different species?"

"Are emperors and generals all passed down through blood?"

This sentence pierced Batur's heart like a sword. The rules of the Western Regions for hundreds of years were like an invisible shackle that locked everyone in the Western Regions. He said angrily: "What do you know?! Don't we want to go?"

"But, but what about these old and weak people?"

"I have seen people who wanted to resist, and I saw them being beaten to death and hung with ropes in the desert to dry in the sun. All the people in his tribe were killed, the old men were beheaded, and the girls were taken away. We can only obey this rule."

With a clanging sound, the rough spear was placed on Batur's neck.

The cold touch of the weapon and the angry and unwilling blood came into contact with each other, and the special feeling made Batur's body tremble. He followed the weapon and saw the Central Plains man's eyes, which were as calm as the starry sky.

"Then, let's resist from now on."

"I'll help you."

The man said that such words seemed to have an indescribable charm, as if making people's hearts beat faster, and then he loosened the weapon in his hand.

"We will go."

"Whatever you want to say, please do as you please."

In Batur's eyes, the young man from the Central Plains said:

"Saatanti said, I am Tianger."

"I know that, too. He was a hero bestowed by heaven. But you seem to be too familiar with that story and have forgotten that Tianger was a man from your land. He climbed the holy mountain alone and became a hero when he came down."

"You are your own Tianger."

"not me."

The young men in the Central Plains put down their weapons.

"Our men will be leaving in a moment."

"You can stay according to the original rules, or you can come with us after you settle your people."

"I will lead you to victory."

He walked past Batur, the Western Region warrior like an angry wolf breathing heavily, looking at the rough and ancient spear, one thought after another arose in his mind, struggling and changing.

About a quarter of an hour later, there were 113 warriors on horseback behind Li Guanyi. They were wearing the clothes of this tribe, with scimitars on their waists and bows and arrows in their hands to shoot prey to feed the tribe.

Li Guanyi looked at the faces of those struggling at the bottom of the Western Regions, without saying anything encouraging, and said:

"I will go with you to rescue Saatanti and the others."

"Lei Lao Meng."

Lei Laomeng had already found the way ahead and said, "Don't worry, the horses they ride are much better than those of Saatanti and his men. They also have cars, which can't go fast. I have almost found the direction."

"My husband, Sun, and the others will stay here and use the mechanical vehicle to protect these people."

Batul still asked: "Why do you do this for us?"

Li Guanyi replied jokingly:
"Because I came down from heaven."

"You once cheered and said I was--"

"Tianger."

On the road, they encountered a tribe of more than 500 people. They looked sad, with a feeling of despair and helplessness. When they went to ask, they said that they were also plundered by hunting nobles.

There are many such people on this road.

This is not a coincidence. Every spring, when the flying eagle of God hovers over the earth again, when the snow on the snow-capped mountains melts again and the rivers begin to flow, these tribes that do not live in fixed residences will begin to follow the rivers, chasing the water, and head towards the city.

Use this year's harvest to exchange for the resources necessary for the tribe to continue.

Just like the warmth of the river water in the Central Plains in spring, among the people of the Western Regions, tribes would come along the river every spring. This was as common knowledge as the migration of the Central Plains swallows back and forth in spring and autumn, and was something that even a kid taller than a wheel knew.

Lei Laomeng gave them some hemostatic medicine.

Batul held his weapon in his hand and asked, "Brothers in the desert, where are you going when you are so sad?"

The tribesmen replied, "Brothers under the sky, we have no sisters, wandering here, we don't know who to sell the prey we harvested, and we don't know who to give the needles and threads we bought. But you hold the sword and the gun, and ride the horse, where are you going?" Batur was silent for a moment, and replied, "To take revenge."

"Go and rescue our sister."

The warriors of that tribe were startled. They looked at the Central Plains man walking in front and asked, "Are you going to follow this man? Who is he?"

Batur was silent for a moment. Only then did he realize that he didn't know the name of the young man riding a horse in the front. For a moment, he wanted to say casually that he didn't know, but when he looked around, he saw the brothers who were pursing their lips.

He had no choice but to pull his scarf to cover himself from the wind and sand, and answered:
"Tianger."

The chief of the Face Tribe was surprised and asked, "Tianger, is that Tianger?"

The sound of horse hooves hitting the ground was crisp, the wind blew the sand, and the weapons collided with the scabbards. The sound was like the crispest camel bells in the Western Desert, like the beginning of a legend, like the introduction to the opening of an epic story.

Batul replied, “Yes.”

"A hero bestowed upon the earth by the gods."

"The greatest hero recorded in the most ancient epic."

"Tianger."

Finally, under the watchful eyes of more than 400 people of the tribe, the rangers, whose numbers had expanded to 200, continued to move forward.

Gray coats made of sheepskin and hunting clothes with black and blue clothes were mixed together. Then, they encountered new tribes. These tribes saw warriors from several different tribes following one person.

Their flames of hatred were thus ignited, and eventually they were also merged into it.

The young man from the Central Plains, wearing the clothes of a traveling merchant and holding a spear, was in the front.

Lei Laomeng looked at the team that was expanding along the road and murmured:
"This scene always feels so familiar to me."

"Has it happened many times?"

Fan Qing replied: "Because it is my lord."

.....................

Saatanti opened his eyes.

She saw people like her all around her, children from different tribes, with their hands tied, some with bruises on their faces. Their eyes were different from hers, as they were gloomy.

This group of "noble hunting" came all the way out of the city, not only capturing women but even children. They tied their arms with ropes and threw them into the camp, bringing people here one by one.

Saatanti saw that there were at least two to three thousand people here.

There was no age difference, even the cooks were strong men, many of them were wearing armor. In the very center, men in gorgeous robes were drinking wine, which was transported from the Central Plains and was as expensive as gold.

Saatanti leaned his shoulder gently on a woman next to him. She looked about 17 or 18 years old and was very beautiful, but her eyes were dim and lifeless. He said, "Sister, are you okay?"

The woman glanced at the little girl who was twisting her wrist vigorously and said:
"No need to waste your efforts."

"Can't run away."

"There are nearly a thousand warriors who can ride horses and shoot arrows, and warriors holding swords and shields. There are more than two thousand people in total. They are much larger than our tribe. Even if you can break the rope, where can you run to?"

"An arrow can kill you, and a knife can cut off your legs."

"I have seen it."

Saatanti paused, with the last bit of light in her eyes, and replied stubbornly: "But we are the daughters of the holy mountain and the lake. Even if I am shot to death, I should be on the grassland, on the earth, and under the sky."

The beautiful girl did not answer her, but just looked at her in surprise.

Suddenly another voice came: "We've captured a dozen more. How many are there now?"

"There are probably about 500 or 600 of them. We have captured all the tribes around here."

One guard seemed unwilling:

"Alas, now it's gone. The reputation of our city as a safe place that we have left among these tribes for many years is gone in an instant! We can capture many young women and children this time, but many tribes will not come to our city next year."

"If you don't come to our city, there won't be enough dried meat, game, and medicinal herbs."

“We’ll make less money.”

"I don't know what the master is thinking."

Another person quickly grabbed him and said, "You are courting death. If you keep puffing up your ass like this, you will be whipped eight hundred times and beaten into pulp and thrown out to feed the wolves." He paused, then said carefully:

"As for the situation, I have heard something about it."

"Ah? Tell me about it?"

"I heard that the battle front is tight. All 36 tribes of the Tangut state sent reinforcements, and we were beaten and killed. The morale is very tight, and the nobles and cavalry are very unhappy."

"According to the rules, we have to send some female slaves up there."

"There must be female slaves to serve, and serfs to pack up the weapons."

"We have no choice but to harvest these low-class people and find some women to send over."

Saatanti's face turned pale and he pursed his lips.

The guard said, "But it's strange. The Dangxiang Kingdom has nothing to do with us. After the Tuyuhun was destroyed, they occupied the largest territory, large tracts of oases, which are far away from us."

"Besides, most of the Tangut state has been conquered by the wolf king. We don't know when it will be destroyed. How can we be willing to send reinforcements?"

"He doesn't have the [Golden Seal of Tuyuhun] in his hand."

Saatanti remembered this thing. It was made by Tuyuhun, a great hero in the legend since written records, who rose from a mere monk slave to the king who unified the Western Regions. He melted together the seals of the thirty-six tribes' leaders.

It is said that if you get this seal, you will be able to command the entire Western Regions.

For some reason, even the heroes of the Central Plains valued this very much. In the more than two years after the demise of Tuyuhun, many large and small fights broke out, all for the competition to find this golden tiger seal.

Even Saatanti heard about it.

Whoever obtains this seal will be the overlord of the Western Regions!
But the wise man said that whoever can protect this seal will be the overlord of the Western Regions.

Another guard lowered his voice and said, "I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else. I heard that it was the leader of the Dangxiang Kingdom who issued the legendary order, hoping that all thirty-six tribes would gather together to defeat the wolf king of the Central Plains."

"Now the heroes from all the tribes have already set out, in order to reunite into an alliance, to have a duel or something, to choose a leader to lead the heroes from all the tribes."

The guard from before couldn't help but say, "It's such a big deal."

"But these Chanyu, kings, and Khans."

“Bringing together.”

"What should we call the leader who is bigger than them all?"

This question seemed very tricky, and the former, who was well-versed in all kinds of information, was stunned. He hesitated and said, "This, the Khan of Khans, the hero among heroes, this, should have a, the greatest title."

"How can we know such a thing?"

"The frontline troops have been routed by the Wolf King's son and their morale is low, so they want us to send some supplies in, and also some female slaves and cavalry slaves. Sigh, I now understand the city lord's thoughts."

"If you can accomplish great things and follow the Khan of Khans, your territory will not be limited to this small area, and you won't have to worry about whether these inferior people come to pay tribute in the future."

"But if it doesn't work this time."

"When the Central Plains Wolf King's troops arrive, we won't be able to defend this place."

"I don't know why, but the Wolf King seems to dislike the upper and middle class people in the city. He once massacred two cities of upper class people, causing a lot of bloodshed. Although our city is not as good as those two, it is not bad either."

"By then, the city lord will have lost all his wealth and fame, so why would he care about these inferior people?"

Saatanti heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the two men had left, and continued to struggle hard. Her wrists were rubbed with traces of blood, but she struggled hard and untied the rope. She bit her lip, and a light flashed in her eyes.

Blood dripped down, she quietly loosened her hand and tried to untie the rope on the wrist of the person next to her. The woman next to her said, "You, what are you going to do?"

"Help you untie the ropes."

"You, you are so stupid. I can barely survive if I am taken away, but if I run away, I will definitely die."

The beautiful girl whispered, "I, I would rather live."

"This is also fate."

Saatanti's eyes widened. She couldn't believe such words. After thinking for a while, she said, "Then I would rather die."

"If this is fate, they say we can only live for fifty-five times the time it takes an eagle to fly across the earth, then I will live to fifty-six. If fate says I will be taken away to the front line to be a slave girl, then I will die here."

A smile appeared on her not-so-fair face and she patted the beautiful girl.

"Then you live."

"I will die."

She knew she couldn't escape, but she still tried hard. However, not long after she walked quietly, someone shouted, "Someone is escaping!" Saatanti paused and looked back to see many tied-up captives with their heads down.

Saatanti couldn't tell where the sound came from.

The warriors here were alarmed and looked at her with their swords raised.

The little girl pursed her lips, then took a deep breath, and watched someone coming towards her with a knife. Saatanti smiled, like an eagle circling in the sky, about to land for the fifty-fifth time. She sang a ballad loudly to encourage herself and rushed towards there.

boom! ! !
The sound of horse hooves suddenly rang out, followed by screams. The warrior from the Western Region paused, turned his head, and heard a voice exclaiming, "Someone, someone is here to take revenge?!"

Saatanti was stunned when he saw the Western cavalry rushing over here, and then seemed to hit something and stopped. Then there were sounds coming from both sides. It was a mess, and only the sound of horses running could be heard.

It seems that there are enemies on the left and it seems that there are enemies on the right.

In the chaos, suddenly a figure on horseback appeared on the hill on one side. Saatanti saw the peddler's attire, his flying black hair, and then saw him raising the gun in his hand.

Saatanti opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Then the girl saw the man put down his gun and rushed down the gently sloping mountain. The Western Region warriors here shouted, "A Central Plains man... Hahaha, a..."

Then they couldn’t laugh.

The backs of the Central Plains people who rushed out seemed to be covered by the sky. Under the vast sky, Western Region warriors wearing costumes of different small tribes and holding different weapons followed closely, one, two, three...

Two hundred, three hundred, five hundred...

Many warriors who were struggling to survive from all over the Western Regions raised their weapons and followed an ordinary Central Plains man to launch such a charge against the nobles holding whips.

Later historians did not know how these sheep, who had been enslaved for hundreds of years and dared not resist even when whipped, suddenly turned into groups of tigers.

But in this battle, they forgot their fear.

The military strategists in the Central Plains pursued peaceful qi and instantaneous bursts of unity and coordination. However, such a team came from different tribes, with different accents and languages. People as humble as them did not understand the language of the nobles.

But there is one more sentence that even the most humble person on this earth can shout out. The vast sky is like a battle robe. The hero of the Central Plains at the front raised his spear. Under the protection of his battle robe, warriors from different tribes opened their eyes wide and shouted in unison -

"Tianger!!!!"

The spear is held level.

"charge!!!"

(End of this chapter)