Othua's War Banner

Chapter 575 0572: Confrontation

Silence spread on the slope, and both hands holding weapons began to tremble.

Bituro learned to deceive in the southern border countries, and with his burly and savage figure, it is easy for others to ignore his inner cunning and viciousness.

The soldiers of Thornton Kaya were infected by a strange atmosphere, and no one blamed Bituro for his failure in command.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Bituro was ready to make his own statement.

But next words...

He himself wasn't sure if it was appropriate.

"As for your mention of Meng, the most respected commander of Thornton Kaya, I heard someone waiting for him to come back... Hehe, you know, these words are more ruthless than your condemnation of me."

Bituro found that the Santon Kaya wolf riders were all staring at him.

"Just in the battle in the early morning, how many people have we died, let alone the past two days... Hey, it's really tortured, where is it? When the southern border countries attacked the northern garrison, he even killed one person There are no shadows!"

In a word.

The wolf cavalry clenched their spears and axes tightly.

Bituro returned a stern look, explaining, "I'm not discussing Mon's loyalty!"

He was dissatisfied, and his words were dirty: "Tell the truth, mother, you are going to be chic with a woman in your arms! There is also a girl from the sacrificial clan who disappeared with him..."

Bituro changed the subject and began to confuse the audience.

"Meng hid a woman in the incubator. Many people know about it. If you don't believe me, you can ask the tribal guard. That bitch is indeed... a very attractive huntress."

The soldiers began to confirm the situation with their companions.

In the early morning when the anaconda Jura appeared, patrolling guards surrounded the hatching room, and many people saw her.

Bituro went on to say: "That girl is as agile as a leopard, and has a pretty face. To be honest...it's a good match for Meng."

His words were full of cynicism, he paused for a moment, lowered his face, revealing the real anger in his heart.

"The surprise attack of the southern border army was an accident, but I can't accept it... People's knives have been stabbed into our stomachs, and our great commander is actually hugging a woman!"

Numerous discussions erupted in the army.

Panic, doubt, surprise, and anger are pervasive.

If Bituro said that Meng betrayed Thornton Kaya... no one would believe it.

Bituro was about to lose command on the spot and face mutiny!

But he gave a seemingly absurd reason, but it is justifiable when you go deeper.

Everyone knows Meng's age well. In the traditional culture of the tribes in the northern border, all the hunters of more than a dozen Xia are impulsive.

It is perfectly normal for Meng to pursue an excellent opposite sex.

Mon is really reliable.

He has outstanding military exploits, and has a stability far beyond his peers, but in the final analysis...

Still too young!

……

"what……"

Batley let out a cry of pain, the scabs around his eye sockets had been removed by the spiritual master.

His vision is a bit damaged, but as long as he can go back alive, he will recover sooner or later.

At this moment, Bartley was leaning against the chariot, his body was weak, and he asked the wounded soldiers nearby in a low voice. "Have you... met Beddy?"

The wounded spearman shook his head.

Bituro was still roaring, berating the soldiers for their ingratitude, cowardice and cowardice, yelling and preparing to break out of the encirclement.

He seemed to have an aura of destruction and killing, somewhat similar to the orc legion in the Red Maple Highlands.

The ranks were dead.

Meng's image appeared flawed, and the morale of the army became more lax.

Bartley didn't want to talk anymore.

He looked for a knife and ax that could protect him with his eyes, hoping to regain his courage before the next tough battle came. Just as Batley was looking around, a firm figure suddenly walked past his eyes.

Steel boots made a distinct rattling sound in the mud.

Snow's face turned pale.

He pushed away the distraught crowd, and used his eyes to push back the adjutants who had different thoughts.

That bloody look...

Even the armored guards were a little afraid.

Snow walked to the hinterland of the hillside, came to Bituro's side, and kicked the burly figure of the other side fiercely.

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Bituro staggered two steps, trembling with anger, turned around with an unstoppable momentum, and threw a steel arm armor at Snow's head.

Snow was beaten to the point where his mind was askew.

Saliva and blood drew a line in the air.

Bituro grabbed the armor in front of Snow's neck and slowly pulled it towards him, letting his angry snort hit his face.

He stared at the bear, and asked sharply: "I remember you... the temporary commander of the garrison in the north?"

Snow suddenly sneered.

He spat a mouthful of blood to the side, gritted his teeth, and when the two sides drew closer... bumped into it!
The steel helmet and the bridge of the nose made a loud noise.

Bituro let out a shocking roar.

He reached out to cover the bridge of his nose, the humiliation in his heart was far greater than the hurt.

Bartley shivered like a shiver.

He clearly saw Snow's angry expression, his helmet dented, and new blood flowing from his hairline.

"You bastard, want to help your master talk?" Bituro began to exert force with his palm.

Snow's face gradually turned purple, his eyeballs were protruding and bloodshot, but he still stared at him with hatred.

He growled from deep in his throat: "You don't understand Meng at all!"

Bitullo felt provoked.

While thinking about the price of killing people before the battle, his rough fingers began to curl up.

The hearts of the onlookers also hung in their throats.

The Thorn Kaya wolf riders subconsciously stepped forward, ready to rescue Snow on the charge of treason.

"and many more!"

There was a hurried sound in the distance. "Don't kill Snow, Meng is back!"

Although Bituro's strength weakened, at the same time, a certain killing intent and anger suddenly began to surge.

He dropped Snow in his hand, turned around and stepped onto a wild horned beast with a full saddle, ready to make the final charge.

"Assemble," Bituro said firmly. "Follow me, you can live."

The situation is pressing.

He decided not to hesitate anymore, even if it was a trap, he would lead the army to charge according to the agreement with Pistonke.

Meng returned successfully, crushing the final balance.

"I have no choice..."

This last sentence was addressed to Bitullo himself.

But it fell to the adjutant and other soldiers and it became a choice between two commanders.

Meng is Heila, and the battle banner is directly under the formation, and has the highest military authority in the Santon Kaya tribe, which has no sacrificial system.

He commanded the tribal garrison and the northern camp, and firmly controlled the development of the tribe according to the instructions of the battle banner. He was calm and experienced in combat, took the lead, and was able to win at the lowest cost.

But he is too young to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, and is too strict with himself.

Bitullo was in charge of the defense of the ancient southern road, commanded aggressively, and made countless impressive achievements. He was quite prestigious in the hearts of southern soldiers, and his combat methods full of northern style often created miracles.

Everyone knows: follow him, the gains will be greater, and the casualties will be heavier.

The news of Meng's return gradually spread, and at the same time, the ready-to-go army was waiting for Bituro's dispatch.

While Bituro was wearing the armor, the commanders and adjutants turned their knives, and the wolf riders rushed to Snow's side, pointing to the collapsed canyon entrance in the distance and whispering:

"The news of the scout troops is full of wounds."

The soldier who spoke also rode Feilang, showing a helpless wry smile.

"We have to pick him up. You know the character of the boss. He must have suffered a lot in order to cross the pass."

(End of this chapter)