My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 579: Profit is the driving force of war
Located on the Satsuma Plateau, which is similar to Central Asia, even in Maiti City, which is located on the western frontier, the sudden drop in temperature has become severe.

However, the believers around the altar were only wearing thin hooded cloaks, especially the women in the church, who had nothing to keep warm under their cloaks, and were worshiping a container on the stone altar.

As O'Lain watched her leave, she was having sex with many men from the church around the stone altar. It was an indescribable scene.

"You brought disaster from the east. Holy Lothar is angry at what you did, Grand Duke Olain."

A black man wearing a cloak and a hood led O'Laine into a long corridor in the front courtyard of the Lord's Palace, and his voice echoed among the reliefs on both sides.

It seemed that there was some kind of magic power that gave O'Lain a false impression. The reliefs on both sides seemed to come alive, flexing their teeth in his field of vision.

"I just followed the guidance of Holy Lothar and sent brave soldiers over the towering Amir Mountain to explore the way to the eastern world."

"However, the soldiers you sent out did not achieve what Saint Lothar wanted."

We came to a brown-red door with a pair of lion-head copper buckles on it, and the carvings were inlaid with redbud-shaped golden stripes.

The black man who led the way pushed the door open and walked in. There were no furnishings such as beds or carpets, only tents and a long altar table.

"O'Lain, I'm disappointed in you."

O'Lain didn't dare to look at him. The hoarse and slow words reached his ears, and he finally felt a little scared. As soon as the other party finished speaking, O'Lain suddenly knelt down and hit the floor with a 'bang' sound.

"Ahem... Lothar..."

An ordinary defeat is not terrible, and the punishment will not be very severe, but Olain fled without a fight and abandoned an important strategic town that controlled the east. This was a very serious strategic failure. You can imagine how terrible the punishment he received was. And know.

Not long after, he came back, and there was a saint wearing a silver mask beside him. He was holding a tray with a silver cup inlaid with gems in his hands.

His Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed, and looked back at the rickety old man opposite him.

O'Lain's face turned red instantly, and he felt as if his whole body was in a raging fire. He was burning uncomfortably, and he felt like there were countless bugs biting his internal organs.

"Emperor Sakprut already knows Hasai's battle report, and now you have lost Satira. If such bad news reaches the emperor's ears, your head will be chopped off and hung on the highest place in Voluntifu! "

The old man raised his hand, pushed O'Lain's hand and slowly poured the silver cup into the other's mouth, "Go and restore your prestige and revive your military power. Emperor Sakprut will watch you return victorious, child!"

Lothar raised his hand, and his thin, bone-like fingertips pointed at the silverware on the plate.

Lothar took the silver cup on the tray, which contained a blood-like liquid, which was taken from the container on the stone altar for sacrifice just now.

"It will allow you to defeat their king and drive their army back to the other side of Mount Amir."

The scarlet liquid flowed out of the silver cup and into O'Lain's mouth. It was filled with a bitter and fishy smell, which made his whole body tremble.

O'Lain hurriedly lowered his head, "Dear Holy Lothar, the Easterners came too fast and without any warning. They have an army of 300,000. I cannot resist them."

O'Lain couldn't help but want to resist, but his hands seemed out of control. Under Lothar's bewitching tone, he subconsciously took the silver cup into his hand and slowly raised it to his mouth.

He looked at the rippling liquid at the bottom of the cup. However, there were countless things swimming in the liquid that could not be seen by the naked eye.

The curtain brushed past the figure walking out. It was an old man wearing a gray gilded robe. He had a slightly hooked nose, sunken eye sockets, and more than a dozen small granular tumors among the wrinkles on his face.

The old man named Lothar opposite had a half-smiling look in his eyes, as if he had penetrated O'Lain's inner thoughts.

He knelt on the ground, took two steps in succession, hugged Lothar's legs, and while pleading, he described the Eastern army attacking Hasai. In addition to the number of people, he also specifically exaggerated the opponent's performance on the battlefield.

O'Lain put away the arrogance he used to lead the army, humbly imitated the black man's etiquette of crossing his arms, and saluted the figures in the tent.

"any solution?"

O'Lain, who was outside the door, stepped in consciously, and a strange fragrance entered his mouth and nose. It was a faint sweet smell mixed with a bloody smell.

"Drink it, O'Lain!"

O'Lain was fat, but not stupid. He was suddenly asked to drink it. It was not poison, but it was not far from poison.

"Holy Lothar...what price will I pay?"

Lothar's face with many sarcomas was immersed in the cloak and hood. No expression could be seen, but his tone slowed down and he helped O'Lain up with his own hands. He seemed to be an amiable old man at this moment.

"These are all your excuses, O'Lain."

He just moved his fingers slightly, and the black attendant standing next to him, the black man who led O'Lain in, nodded, turned around and walked out of the room.

"You abandoned Satira. Your crime is very serious, but it is not impossible to save it."

"There will be no price, my dear Grand Duke Olain, and you will gain unrivaled power."

Immediately, he knelt on the ground and kept coughing.

"What is this?"

After saying that, he bowed and stepped away.

"Recapture Satira and defeat their king!"

When O'Lain heard these words, he was stunned for a moment and muttered in his heart: "If I can defeat him, why would I abandon the city and run away."

The curtain was moved slightly, and a slightly hoarse, old voice sounded. The corner of the curtain was lifted a little, and a rickety back could be seen, making a prayer gesture, then got up and walked slowly towards this side.

The black man who came in respectfully crossed his arms and bowed to the vague human figure in the tent: "Olain is here to see you, Holy Lothar."

"Saint Lothar, you are wise, able to communicate with the Heavenly Father, and able to speak in front of Emperor Sakprut. Orlaine begs you to help me survive this catastrophe."

The silver cup clattered to the ground, and he covered his mouth and arched his body and retched.

"Holy Lothar, you are the person respected by Emperor Sakprut, please forgive me and guide me!"

He is not tall, so when he walks in front of O'Lain, he needs to raise his face to see him.

"Ahhh-"

O'Lain could hardly bear the heart-wrenching bite. The moment he raised his face and smashed his fists to the ground, the old man's hand suddenly reached out and pressed his forehead.

The originally furious O'Lain's eyes suddenly lost their luster, and he fell to the ground crookedly with a bang.

"Have a good rest, child. When you wake up, go for revenge. I will dispatch another army to you!" Lothar retracted his hand, with a gentle smile on his old and ugly face.

The black attendant on the side clapped his hands, and a believer came in from outside and dragged O'Lain down, who was still twitching on the ground.

"Teacher, why are you wasting holy blood on such an incompetent person?" The black man lowered his head respectfully, "Winter is coming soon, and the enemies in the east should stop their conquests and huddle in Satila and Hasai. this winter."

"They cannot be allowed to rest. The severe cold of winter and the wrath of Emperor Sakprut will make them suffer."

Lothar took out his handkerchief and wiped the hand that had just touched O'Lain with a smile on his face: "The war is good for us. The emperor's army is gathering here. The emperor in the east thought that there was a sudden attack. Wouldn't we know? It's just that It just takes time to prepare.”

He threw the handkerchief to the ground, turned around and walked back to the tent.

"Badley, Satila will become the tomb of the Easterners, which is specially prepared for them. As for Olayin, his duty is to use his life to fight for the best time for Emperor Sakprut. Three hundred thousand The army...will become three hundred thousand graves.”

After entering the tent, the old man knelt down again and prayed devoutly toward the altar table.

The black man named Baddeley crossed his hands on his chest. He admired the teacher's wisdom very much and naturally left the room with great expectations.

He has been wandering around with Lothar since he was ten years old. The teacher is a man who is proficient in herbalism and entomology. He is very knowledgeable. Originally, their master and apprentice were not welcome wherever they went, until they met Sac, who was still a knight. Emperor Prut.

It is hard to imagine that they could conquer such a huge empire from a small city in the northwest with only a few hundred rebels following them.

The name of this empire was named after Emperor Sakprut.

In the words of the teacher, they belong to the destiny of heaven, and Emperor Sakprut is the most favored person by the heavenly father. The prophet Moses received a revelation from Heavenly Father and predicted that their greatest enemy would appear in the east, behind a towering snow-capped mountain.

Only the strongest can challenge it.

In these years, Emperor Sakprut led his army to conquer the east and west, from north to south, and occupied countless countries and tribes. In addition to conquering by force, he also revised the calendar, revised the law, and established the perfect national order.

In addition, Emperor Sakprut also mobilized hundreds of thousands of slaves and spent two years expanding an inland lake in the south to the size of the sea.

In the nearby desert, tower tombs with golden structures were built.

From Baddeli's only knowledge, he could not figure out the emperor's intention of mobilizing and recruiting so many people to build these things, but from his own understanding, he felt that Emperor Sakprut might be trying to highlight his great achievements. , or perhaps using these spectacles to enhance the confidence of citizens under their rule.

Now, at its strongest moment, the enemy from the east comes to kill, which just confirms the prophecy of the prophet Moses.

“Everything is under control, and that’s the best.”

He thought so.

Walking out of the corridor, the cold wind outside was biting. In the swaying firelight, he raised his eyes and saw snowflakes falling like goose feathers.

……

In the city of Satila, the blood-stained walls were covered in white.

The banner of the Xia State is also waving in this heavy snow.

This heavy snow has been falling for a whole day and has no intention of stopping.

Su Chen inspected the military camp outside and checked whether the soldiers' robes were warm and whether there were blankets in the tents and other things needed to survive the winter.

The reason for speeding up the capture of this city is to spend the winter here.

When a group of people came back from outside the city, the sky was snowing heavily. When the wind blew, the chill penetrated the gaps in the armor, making people shiver.

"The preparations for more than half a year before the Western Expedition finally manifested themselves in this foreign winter."

Pieces of snowflakes fell on Su Chen's face as the horses moved forward. His bun and cloak were covered with a thin layer of frost. He was smiling at Dian Wei, Xu Chu, Wu Zixun, Zhuge Liang, and others behind him. Li Chaofu came from behind.

"By the way, what happened to the aristocratic families who wanted to get a share of the pie? Where have they gone?"

Walking through a street intersection, everywhere you look are charred houses. Follow Dian Wei on the side, holding a pair of halberds, walking on the street. The long-haired war elephant is too big to enter the city gate, even if you can get in, There is no way to follow everyone walking on the street.

"Your Majesty, how can we share the land we have worked so hard to conquer with them? If you ask me, just trick them into coming here and kill them together, so that these wealthy families will not have enough to eat and start thinking about stabbing them in the back."

"Haha, the world is bustling, and fighting is beneficial." Before Su Chen could answer, Zhuge Liang spoke first. He smiled and explained to Dian Wei: "The land in the west is so big, how much can they take? Not to mention it is so far away. , It is not easy to operate, and the government orders are not always clear, but with them following us, we can share some of the burden of luggage and food. "

A good prime minister will change the law and save national power.

Su Chen looked at the snowy street in front of him, interrupted Zhuge Liang and talked about other things: "Do you feel that the fight was too smooth?"

Ma Chao frowned and nodded behind him, "Your Majesty said that, and you do feel that way." He looked at Zhuge Liang, who was walking alongside Su Chen in front, "What do you think, Prime Minister?"

"Liang feels the same way." Zhuge Liang shook his crane fan and smiled easily.

Everyone saw that he didn't take him seriously, and they probably knew that Zhuge Liang had already planned a countermeasure in his mind.

"These younger generations are really more powerful than the last." Xiang Yu said to Long Qie beside him with a smile on horseback: "Back then, if Zhuge Liang or Jia Xu had been my counselor, what would Liu Bang have done?"

Everyone around also heard this call and burst into laughter on the long street in the face of the whimpering wind and snow.

Soon, a group of 'snowmen' returned to the Satsuma Palace. It was said to be a royal palace, but in fact it was no different from the castles seen in later generations. After passing the city wall, there was a spacious courtyard and a place for training.

Su Chen led a group of generals across the moat and came in. Inside, it was already covered in snow, and it was a white castle with snow.

Soon, the horse's hooves stopped. Su Chen dismounted and handed the reins to the soldiers from the Shenji Battalion who came over. He strode towards the door of the castle hall in front of him. As he pushed it open, there were noisy and lively sounds buzzing into his ears.

The hall was brightly lit, and two large fire pots were lit in the originally solemn palace. Various candlesticks burned quietly, adding a bit of brightness to the hall.

In the main hall, there were already a group of generals waiting. Xiahou Yuan, Lu Bu, Xiahou Dun, Xu Huang, and Yue Jin were sitting on the right side of the long table. Opposite were Dong Zhuo, Li Jue, Guo Si, An Lushan, and Subotai, followed by Su Butai. Xiang Yu, Long Qie, Ma Chao, Pang De, and Ma Dai who came in followed Chen and took their seats. Barbarian general Anuhu, several generals from Yuezhou, and several leaders of the Xiliang Qiang tribe sat a little behind.

Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and Wu Zixun then followed and sat next to Xia Houyuan and the others, while Zhuge Liang accompanied them in a special seat not far from the throne.

Su Chen stepped onto the royal chair that originally belonged to King Satsuma, and the generals below stood up and bowed in salute.

"Generals, please take your seats."

Su Chen sat down on the big velvet-cushioned chair, raised his hand and pressed it. Then everyone sat down, and then his eyes swept over everyone in the hall, and smiled: "This year's New Year's Eve, it seems that we will celebrate it here. "

"It's interesting to live here, but there aren't many people around." Dong Zhuo said from the front position on the left, grinning: "I heard that there are some living Satsuma women in the palace. Your Majesty, please don't keep secrets." Tibetan."

These words shocked the generals recruited from Yuezhou and several leaders of the Qiang tribe in Liangzhou. They did not expect that the emperor's generals or the grand master would dare to speak like this.

However, the Da Xia Zi in his eyes was not displeased at all. Instead, he smiled and raised his hand: "I don't hide it to myself. Only a few of these women are still alive. The people below beat them too hard. It's okay." Leave me some servants."

Then, several Western women wearing long white fur skirts unique to the Satsuma people came out. Everyone has seen the women here. They have a large frame, brown hair, and green eyes.

Compared with the Oriental woman's Xiaojiabiyu, it is a bit too rough.

The only thing that makes people look at her is her bold clothing.

However, dancing vigorously in front of everyone was quite exotic, which made Dong Zhuo drink one glass after another. He even wanted to join in the dance, but An Lushan beat him to it.

"Dong Gong!" Li Jue quickly grabbed Dong Zhuo, fearing that he would go up like An Lushan and hang out with Hu women.

"Master, you are so hungry, you even want this kind of woman!" Lu Bu put down his drink and laughed.

Although the hatred between the two gradually faded over time, once Lu Bu seized the opportunity, he would inevitably have to joke around and have fun.

In the main hall, everyone burst into laughter.

Although it's not the New Year's Eve yet, the atmosphere is as lively as a holiday.

"Fengxian, don't think that I can't hear you joking, but by doing this, you've only failed." Dong Zhuo didn't show the slightest expression of embarrassment and anger, and still drank happily, "I have long since let go of what happened back then. , I am happy here. Instead, I said to let it go, but I kept thinking about it, and in the end, I looked petty. "

These words brought a trace of anger to Lu Bu's heroic face, and he wanted to get angry, but seeing Dong Zhuo's cheerful look, he suddenly smiled while holding the wine glass, and stopped talking to Dong Zhuo, pulling the man next to him. Ma Chao talked about other things.

……

Outside the city, the wind and snow howled, and the Mongolian cavalry wrapped in thick cotton robes flew past the vast snow.

"Listen, there's movement!"

They often experience such heavy snow on the grassland, and are extremely sensitive to other sounds besides the whine of wind and snow.

The patrolling cavalry heard the words, and at the same time they looked, there were already loud arrows shooting into the night sky from the hunting bows in the hands of the cavalry who had shouted just now.

In the distance, the outline of an army walked in the snow that could obscure people's sight.

One of them was sitting on a chariot pulled by war horses. His plump figure had long since disappeared, replaced by a giant-like body.

His arms were wrapped in iron chains, which were shaking loudly.

"Satila, I'm back!"

The flail was waved, and the giant's voice roared into the snowy night.

(End of this chapter)