My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 649: To Enjoy a Peaceful World
"Damned Seres!"

There was a loud bang.

King Arthur slapped the golden armrest of the throne and broke it, causing it to fall to the ground with a few tinkling sounds.

His voice was low and his teeth were clenched. Between the light and shadow, the appearance that originally belonged to Sakpruit had basically changed to his original appearance.

He is not handsome overall, but his face is angular and his nose is straight, full of heroic spirit under his slightly curly brown hair.

The palace was filled with murderous aura at this moment.

The letter he threw on the ground was written in the Ophelian language, which was the language of Daxia.

It's basically written like this.

"You barbarian boy, you claim to be wise and brave, but in fact you are just a clown showing off your power. I have many brave generals in Great Xia, but you only have twelve riders. It is really shameful.

If there is no one available, you might as well come and ask me, the Emperor of Xia, to lend you some soldiers to make up the number, so as to avoid embarrassment.

However, I also know your temper. You dare not come here to beg for money. Therefore, during the battle, I, Daxia, will give instructions on the battlefield. Let you, the barbarian emperor, know that when the battle starts, you, the child, get out of here! "

Just over ten words, translated into the Eurasian language, took up an entire sheet of paper. Not a single curse word was used in the letter, but Arthur and the twelve Knights of the Round Table under his command were always disparaged as worthless.

Even though he was quite magnanimous, Arthur, who was also an emperor, was so angry that he almost burst into cursing on the spot.

He clenched his fists, walked back and forth in front of the throne, looked at the letters on the ground, and under the pretext of walking back and forth, stomped on them several times.

Seeing that the emperor was angry, the servants who wanted to please him came to support him, but he pushed them away.

"...The people of Seris do not take me, the emperor, seriously. As my subjects and knights appointed by me, what should you do?

The Seris are outside the city... They insult your king with mocking words... They want to break your fighting spirit... And my knights are defeated again and again!"

He walked with heavy and powerful steps on the floor in front of the throne, and no attendant around him dared to step forward to disturb the emperor who was already in an explosive state.

Lancelot, Merlin and others below did not speak either. They were indeed brave and good at fighting, but only when the Eastern Ceres were not around.

There was one thing in the letter that was correct: they had too many generals who were good at fighting.

Even if you are at a disadvantage, there are many generals that can be deployed. You can use the generals and a small number of troops to tear through their defenses or encirclement.

It is a completely unequal war.

Seeing that no one spoke, King Arthur pursed his lips slightly.

"Merlin, my dear friend, my mentor, I think it is time for my true self to fight."

A short sentence spewed out from his lips, Merlin raised his face suddenly, and his whole body shook for a moment.

"Yes, my lord."

Merlin sighed and then bowed to the emperor standing in front of him on the throne. The other Eastern cultivator he had captured before was finally going to be used.

After all, there were too few such sacrifices, and he would be reluctant to use them unless it was absolutely necessary.

Next, Merlin received the king's order and went down to make preparations. Once the city walls could no longer be defended, he would bring the unique prisoner to the palace.

"Let's all get ready."

Arthur also waved his hand wearily. He was the one who created this vast empire and helped Sakpruit become the emperor of this country.

He is just waiting for the day when, after making all the necessary preparations, he will descend upon this body with glory.

However, unexpectedly, Sakprut developed an ambitious character and before completely annexing the Samians, he started to attack the Daxia territory east of Tianfengling.

What is even more unexpected is that the emperor on the opposite side, without any hesitation, only spent a little time before leading the whole country to the west to decide the fate of the Western world with the Sakprut Empire.

There is no chance of anything happening anymore.

Faced with the huge army of Ceres, Sakprut was almost killed in the battle and almost wasted the body he had prepared for a long time.

Arthur didn't dare to wait any longer. If he waited any longer, Sakpruit would die, this huge country would disappear, and he would never have the chance to come again.

But now that he has come to this world and taken over this devastated country, he also feels extremely difficult to deal with when facing the fanatical Eastern army that is becoming more and more courageous as the battle goes on.

Now, the other party even confronted him directly and wrote a letter to tease him.

For King Arthur, who had countless glory and legends, this was a naked humiliation.

Compared to him, the Sakpruit civilians in the city of Nongma felt that it was a fight between gods and the devils who suffered. They were originally the people of Ophelo. After Sakpruit rose up and conquered this place, they became the people of the Sakpruit Empire. Now... the people of Ceres in the East are also attacking.

This time, not only did they have no place to hide, they also had to follow the army to the city wall and resist together.

On the busy city walls, countless civilians were carrying everything needed to defend the city. It was the morning of the third day, and before the battle even started, many people were already exhausted.

Someone couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, swaying. The stone in his arms fell on the steps with a bang, hitting the instep of the person behind him, causing a cry of pain.

The man who fell to the ground did not receive any sympathy. Instead, he was swung with a whip and beaten hard by the supervising soldier. Then he picked the civilian up from the ground and kicked him in the butt.

"Pick it up and continue to climb the city wall!"

The surrounding Nongma civilians who responded to the call watched numbly. Although they felt angry in their hearts, they could do nothing.

Someone had previously tried to resist the overseer, but because he was too aggressive, he was hacked to death by the overseer with a sword. His head was cut off and hung on a wooden stake at the entrance of the craftsmen's camp.

The civilian took a difficult step forward. The supervising soldier stared at him, gripped the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the sword. If the civilian was any slower, he would immediately chop off the civilian's head.

Just as the civilians bent down, the soldiers drew their swords.

The sound of drums could be heard faintly across the blue sky of the early morning, coming from far outside the city and reaching up to the city wall. The next moment, soldiers on the city wall began to shout in the language of Ophelia.

"War is coming!"

A soldier with a message ran on the city wall, opened his loud voice, and pointed outside the city as he ran: "The army of the Seres, attack Nongma immediately, everyone be on alert!"

Eyes on the city wall turned to look at the fields outside the city. No matter what they thought in their hearts, the pace of war was spreading without stopping.

Boom!
Boom!
dong dong dong...

In the early morning autumn sunshine, dozens of miles away from the city wall, the drumbeats became dense and exciting.

The military camp spanning dozens of miles has already shown the state of war.

There was a constant sound of clanging in the craftsmen's camp. The craftsmen and their apprentices were frantically repairing armor and weapons, and then loading them onto trucks and sending them to the front.

During the two days, the cavalry units that had been exercising or training their horses appeared on the field outside the military camp, leading their war horses and forming a battle array. The Mongolian Light Cavalry, the Wolf Cavalry, the Flying Qiang Cavalry, the White Horse Volunteers, and the Julu Lie Cavalry split the two sides of the field and formed the arms of a giant.

In the noisy military camps, the atmosphere was solemn and grim. The merchant caravans from the aristocratic families that originally traveled to the rear camp now hid further back to avoid the attack and disappeared without a trace.

Soon, long dragon-like teams set out from various military camps, like a torrent entering the wilderness, forming more than a dozen arrays. Su Chen stood on the ancestral coffin carriage, and at a glance, it was a dark mass of people.

Soon, the chariot drove to the front. Amidst countless intertwined gazes, Su Chen slowly pulled out the Great Xia Dragon Bird from its sheath and stepped down from the chariot. Wu Zixun came over with a cloak and tied it on him, then he jumped on the warhorse and galloped away.

"My fellow soldiers!"

The Great Xia Dragon Bird was held in the air, above the warhorse, and Su Chen's voice spread.

"We defeated 230,000 barbarians on the plateau, and 100,000 of their troops outside the city of Mondogo. We won all these battles with swords.

Now, they are hiding in a fortified city and continue to resist.

How can we stop our conquest just for a city?" Su Chen stopped his horse in front of the three armies.

In the wind, in the raised palm, the Great Xia Dragon Bird slashed towards the direction of Nongma City: "Conquer the city they are proud of, and their prosperous land will open its arms to us!"

"Blow the horn and beat the drum, China is invincible!"

Woohoo——

The horn of war sounded and drifted away.

It seemed that the sound of a horn was heard. In a cavalry team that was moving forward in a winding manner, a young general sitting quietly on horseback slowly opened his eyes and looked back in the direction of the military camp. There was a certain emotion in his eyes, which flashed like lightning.

Then he looked down at the map in his hand, then looked at the towering mountains in front of him, and the silence just now faded from his face.

What was replaced was high-spiritedness.

Huo Qubing shook the reins and galloped past the Yulin cavalry, his red helmet tassels fluttering. He leaped on his horse and rushed into the nearby woods first.

A high-pitched voice came from inside.

"Enter the mountain!"

In the distance, the trumpets of war stopped, but the drums of war started again.

As the soldiers gathered and marched out, there were countless sounds of armor colliding. Zhang Yi commanded the Youyan Army to advance slowly, occasionally looking back to see Zhao Yun in the White Horse Volunteers in the distance.

"General Zhao, you and I have nothing to regret this time." Zhang Yi smiled and whispered softly.

Inside the Yizhou army, Zhang Fei had a serious look on his face, his beard was standing on end, and he held a tablet in his hand, with the words "Liu Bei, Emperor Zhaolie of the Last Han Dynasty" inscribed on it.

At the side, Guan Yu turned his head and saw the spirit tablet in his hand. He was stunned for a moment: "Why did you bring my brother with you?"

Zhang Fei placed the tablet in his breastplate, looked at the city wall and snorted coldly: "You and I are three brothers, we share the same hardships and happiness. This time is different from the past. Naturally, I have to bring my elder brother with me. Second brother, please don't say anything more."

Guan Yu was silent for a while, stroking his beautiful beard, and replied, "Okay!"

"Haha, that's right." Zhang Fei laughed loudly and glanced at his son Zhang Bao, who was in charge of the Tiger Battalion. He laughed heartily and galloped out of the Yizhou army formation on his horse, galloping across the plains: "Brother, I will lead you to attack the city together, and then you will see with your own eyes how I stab the barbarian emperor to death with a spear!"

He spoke loudly and ran ahead of the cavalry like a wild horse.

"This ring-eyed thief has gotten carried away again."

In the wolf cavalry formation on the right, Lu Bu rode slowly on the Feiyan Hongyun horse. He was wearing a beast-faced armor and had his hair tied up with a golden crown. A pair of red feathers hung from his top to his back.

He held his halberd high on his horseback, his tall figure carrying the unique boldness of a northern man. "Wolf riders, we must not let the ring-eyed thieves get carried away and rob us of our prestige. Come on, I'll take you to see what the barbarian fortress looks like!"

"I am willing to be the vanguard of Wenhou!"

The sounds of the four thousand wolf riders drawing their bows came one after another, and just as Lu Bu spurred his horse to a gallop, they all shook the reins and urged their horses to gallop.

At that moment, the whole earth seemed to be shaken.

In the golden autumn of October, the wind turned everything yellow. The dry, yellow and hard hay was then trampled by the roaring hooves of horses. These armored cavalrymen galloped, as spectacular as thousands of troops.

"Lu Bu?"

"Who else could it be if not him?"

Regarding the cavalry formation on the left, Long Ju asked a question, and Xiang Yu confirmed it with a smile. He rode his black horse slowly, not caring at all about the war atmosphere that was created.

"King Xiang, there is something I have been wanting to ask you!" Long Ju retracted his gaze and turned his head to look at Xiang Yu, who was riding leisurely on the horse beside him.

"Just keep it hidden and don't ask." On this side, Xiang Yu seemed to know what he was going to ask and directly responded to the other party.

Long Qie smiled, but still asked: "After this battle, the world will be at peace. What are your plans, King Xiang?"

"After this battle, the world will be at peace. What are your plans?"

Another person who asked the same question was Jia Xu in the central army formation. He closed his eyes and asked Han Xin who was standing in the chariot with him.

Same sky, different location.

Xiang Yu and Han Xin were silent for a long time.

Then different voices said the same thing.

"Perhaps, it is to enjoy the peace."

……

Countless people were waiting with bated breath for this battle, including Caesar, the Egyptian legionnaire who was trying to move north from the south.

However, he was unable to break through the blockade and obstruction of Dong Zhuo's Xiliang Army.

Dong Zhuo, who once dominated Xiliang but became foolish after entering the capital, has long been reborn. In his own words, the Dong Zhuo of that year is already dead, and his corpse is still being lit on the street.

The current Dong Zhuo has completely brought out the great Han general who once dominated Xiliang and forced the Qiang people to submit.

He took advantage of the mountainous terrain of the Analia province and the Qiang people in his Xiliang army to constantly roam and block in the mountains, competing with Caesar in courage and perseverance.

At the same time, scouts were constantly sent to Nongma, thousands of miles away, to inquire about when the war would start there.

October 12th.

Outside the city of Nongma, the sounds of war drums and trumpets continued, and countless fluttering flags appeared at the end of the soldiers' vision on the city wall.

The Daxia army, which had been silent for several days, suddenly appeared with the momentum to flatten everything. From the end of the sky and the earth, a black line slowly turned into a huge military formation covering the entire mountain and plain.

Amidst the smoke and dust, nearly 200,000 soldiers launched the most violent attack on the city walls since the Western Expedition.

The war has begun!

(End of this chapter)