in the edge

Chapter 115 The Khan King
At the border of Yanzhou, a large number of crows flew over the crowd.

Hearing the crow's crowing, people threw clods and stones in the past—these people were all former residents of Yanzhou City, and they lived their own lives on weekdays, although they all knew that the relationship between Dachen and Mobei The friction has been going on for a long time, but they never thought that the war would suddenly break out.

Then, they were displaced.

Maybe this is war, and war never brings good things.At least for ordinary people like them, war means leaving their homes and losing everything—of course, these Yanzhou people also know that those grassland people are probably already starting to dominate their homes, and they Whatever is lost will also be plundered by those prairie people.

This is their understanding of war, which is far more chaotic than natural disasters.

It is precisely because of this that they looked at the crow with even more irritation.

"Ah-"

The crow that was hit by the stone screamed and continued to fly away.

Passing by the deserted villages and flying over the shabby Ziyang Mountain, the crows fell into Yanzhou City one after another.

And in this dilapidated city of Yanzhou, there are more crows, pecking at the broken corpses on the ground.

These corpses were all the elites of the Mobei Royal Court, first-class warriors. Under the order of the Khan King, they went to the south to prepare for a massive war. On the way here, they also They had thought about what this war would bring them, such as wealth, merit, status, and even everything they could imagine.

But the war brought them nothing but death.

Apart from death, they didn't gain anything. Not only their lives, but even their remaining flesh and blood were being eaten by those crows.

The only ones who are happy, maybe only these crows, they haven’t eaten so full for a while, the last time, it should be in Jizhou further north—of course, crows don’t remember place names, but they at least remember , At the beginning, there was another big monster bird that was also devouring the corpse, so they didn't eat as much as this time.

So it's been so long, that big strange bird should have flown away, right?
If you pass now, maybe you can eat some more.

"Ah-"

Following the direction of the food, the crows spread their wings and flew to Jizhou in the north.

Although Jizhou is not far from Yanzhou, most of the crows are still left behind. Some of them flew back to Yanzhou City, and some simply flew to the countryside to try their luck.Only a small number of crows, relying on their persistence for food, went all the way north, passing through the hills and rivers, passing through the woods and those paths, and came to this desolate land called Jibei.

Then, several golden eagles jumped down from the air and killed the crows.

Golden eagles are too lazy to eat the meat of crows. The reason why these golden eagles kill them is simply because they dislike these crows - after all, the airspace here is their territory, and the crows' cries are really too loud. Noisy.

Of course, these reasons are not important. Anyway, they are just a few crows. If you kill them, you will kill them.

After exercising their muscles and bones with killing, these golden eagles continued to fly towards the north. Mountains and rivers passed under their wings. Some shepherds on the ground saw the shadow of the golden eagles and knelt down in shock. Pray that the noble golden eagle will not take away his lamb.

Fortunately, these ridiculously large golden eagles had no intention of predatory this time. They just flapped their wings and flew over the heads of these herdsmen.They flew all the way over the yurt, over the camp, over the prairie warriors, and over the tough troops.

It wasn't until they flew into a magnificent tent that these golden eagles landed in front of the throne in the center of the tent, pecking at the fresh raw meat on the ground.

"Good boy, really good boy..."

A fat man stroked the heads of these golden eagles while raising his head and looking at the figure kneeling in front of the throne.

"So what did you say just now? The children were flapping their wings so loudly that I didn't hear them clearly."

"Sweat! What time is it! You are still addicted to this plaything!"

The old figure kneeling on the ground had a look of grief and indignation.

"Why start a war at this time! Why fight those southerners! What can the war bring to us! What can it bring to the grassland people!"

"Yeah, keep talking, I'm listening."

The fat man nodded repeatedly, but he was still feeding the huge golden eagles in his hands.

"And then? Continue talking?"

"Khan! Did you hear it?"

Seeing that the fat man in front of him still looked like this, the old figure kneeling on the ground couldn't help but burst into tears.

"False! It's all fake! We shouldn't go south at all now! That southern national master tricked our soldiers to death! He has his own plan! So much money and food, so many soldiers, obviously there are so many people They can all survive, but because of this hellish war..."

"I know."

"……what?"

The minister kneeling on the ground raised his head in astonishment, he couldn't believe what he heard.

Their sweat actually said they knew?
Their profuse sweat really knew all this?
"Why do you think I don't know?"

The fat man wiped his hands, then looked at the minister kneeling on the ground with a puzzled expression.

"The national teacher was appointed by me personally. I will know if he has small thoughts. Or, who doesn't have his own small thoughts? It doesn't matter. As long as he is willing to fight, it doesn't matter... "

"What about money and food? What about soldiers? What about those who died on the battlefield? Don't these things matter?"

Hearing this fat man say so, the old minister who was kneeling on the ground was dumbfounded.

"What can the war bring us? Why do we have to fight this war that wastes people and money? If we need to save the lives of the herdsmen and enable the grassland people to survive the cold winter, then shouldn't we use the money and food to build homes? Isn't it good for us to use the manpower from the war to run Mobei? Why must..."

Speaking of this, the old minister suddenly froze.

Seeing that he had reached such a point, and the fat man in front of him was still smiling, the old minister realized that the reason for this war was definitely not what he just said.

Those things are just external rhetoric, just high-sounding excuses.

But what really prompted this khan to choose to go to war was something, even more indescribable.

"You are such a foolish king..."

Realizing something, the old minister raised his hand and pointed tremblingly at the fat man on the throne.

"You fool!"

Bang!
The heavy spear smashed his head into pieces as easily as smashing a cucumber.

"Speak properly, why do you have to curse?"

Shaking his head, the fat man casually inserted the bloody spear back onto the throne behind him.

"What can war bring us? Do you still need to ask such words?"

Under the light of the fire, the huge shadow of the fat man enveloped the corpse on the ground being pecked by the golden eagles, and even enveloped the entire tent.

"Of course it's because war can bring us happiness."

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　　Although I wrote a summary, but after thinking about it, it's a bit too mother-in-law. Instead of saying so many useless things, it's better to add more.

　　
　
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