I am a god in another world

"Who is it? Get out!" Guo Conglong looked around vigilantly.

He had just been in a tense battlefield, but in the blink of an eye, the surroundings became foggy, either dark or pure white fog, with a visibility of less than five steps.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Guo, it's me." A figure appeared from the vast white fog.

He had a square face, a sturdy figure, a shiny Mingguang armor, a horse lance in hand, a waist knife, and two maces, dressed in a standard Xianglong general outfit.

Familiar faces did not make Guo Conglong feel relieved, but made him more alert. "General Hu? Didn't you die in the battle when crossing the lake? Hmm... Does that mean this place is no longer in the world? I'm dead, and you're here to take me home? Hmm... No, that's not right. Even if you're here to take me home, it shouldn't be you, but the ghost messenger. Are you the ghost messenger in disguise..."

"I never knew that Lord Guo had such a rich associative ability." Hu Bianguan couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't guess randomly, we are both alive and well!"

"Both alive and well?" Guo Conglong didn't believe it at all, "If we are both alive, where is this place?"

"Time is limited, let's make it short." Hu Bianguan didn't keep the secret and explained quickly "In order to facilitate communication with adults, we used a special method to drag adults into dreams. We did this to save adults and our people."

"Dream? I am dreaming now?" Guo Conglong was more alert, "How can you prove this? How can you prove that you are Hu Bianguan himself?"

"My master was born in Guojia Village, Wuhe Prefecture, Honghe Road. He has been a horse owner for generations. He is the third child in the family. At the age of fifteen, he joined the army on behalf of his father. He has been stationed at the border for thirty years. He was promoted to the sixth rank Shaowu lieutenant. He has one wife and two concubines, and has three sons and two daughters. Four of them died when Tukan invaded Xianglong, and the rest are missing..."

"Don't say it, don't say it anymore." Guo Conglong roared angrily, his thin face twitched involuntarily, filled with endless anger and pain.

The other party was not proving his identity, but simply exposing his scars, making him recall the pain of his home being destroyed and his wife and children being separated.

Hu Bianguan stopped talking at the right time, because he was also suffering from the same pain and torture, but he didn't have much time to sort out his mood. He continued: "Yamen Khan has gone completely crazy. He has now become a puppet of the reincarnation of the evil god God of Murder in Furen. He will do anything to regain his position as a god.

Not to mention you captive slaves, even those Tukan people will abandon you without hesitation if it is convenient for them to ascend to the throne.

Now he has been trapped by other gods invited by my master. This is your best, and probably last chance to escape.

Wait a minute, my master will launch a large-scale counterattack from the city of Tevram to create chaos. You take the opportunity to rush out with your people and head north. We will meet you there."

Hu Bianguan didn't worry at all whether Guo Conglong would inform those Tukan people, and directly told them his plan in full.

Because this plan can be implemented at any time, even if those Tukan people know about it, it is difficult to prepare in advance.

Guo Conglong frowned and asked, "Who is your master?"

"General Gavin is the supreme commander you are fighting now, and he is also the commander who severely damaged Tukan's army at Lake Asen."

Hu Bianguan briefly explained his own situation and said, "Not only me, but all the Xianglong people captured at Lake Asen have surrendered to him.

General Gavin seems to have Xianglong bloodline, and he treats us Xianglong people very well and gives us unimaginable trust.

Do you see my equipment?

This is not a dream, but a reflection of reality. In the battle of Lake Asen, the equipment seized from the Tukan people was given priority to us to choose and use. Now we have formed a heavy cavalry of 8,000 people. We are now equipped with There are still some equipment left, but what is lacking is people who can use them.

General Gavin promised that as long as you are willing to surrender, you will enjoy the same treatment as us.

Most importantly, the general promised us that once we help him win this war, he will find a way to deal with the Tukan people and promote prisoner exchange as much as possible.

I heard from them that the master's youngest son Guo Anbang is not dead, and was dragged to the endless wilderness to be a horse slave.

We still have a chance, and we still have a chance to save him.

Even if he dies, it doesn't matter. General Gavin is very capable, and rewards and punishments are clear. As long as you have outstanding military exploits, you can exchange resurrection rewards from him, and you will have a chance to resurrect our family. "

Hu Bianguan used surrender instead of surrender.

Although there is only one word difference, the meaning is completely different.

They never thought that they had been loyal to the Tukan people, but were forced to be dragged.

Guo Conglong was not moved by Hu Bianguan's initial praise until he heard that his youngest son Guo Anbang might still be alive and have a chance to revive his family and rescue more Xianglong people. He was completely moved, because this was his biggest purpose in living in the world. He hurriedly asked: "Are all your words true?"

"Every word is true. If there is any lie, I will be struck by lightning." Hu Bianguan swore.

"Okay, I will believe you once. What do you need me to cooperate with next?" Guo Conglong gritted his teeth.

"What the lieutenant needs to do is to escape and take as many Xianglong people as possible to escape. As for the timing, I believe that Lord Guo has fought on the battlefield for many years and will definitely judge it by himself."

Hu Bianguan did not give any more rules and regulations, because in a rebellious army, too detailed a plan would not work, and one could only rely on the adaptability of the parties involved.

"That makes sense." Guo Conglong nodded and stopped asking any more questions.

Because this matter does not conflict with their own interests.

Not only the Xianglong people like them, but also those monster slave soldiers have already thought of escaping from the clutches of the Tukan people.

He has not done so for a long time. First, he is frightened by the terrifying power of Yamen Khan. The army of killing souls surrounding him is not according to common sense. It is a matter of minutes to massacre an army of tens of thousands of people.

Secondly, their logistical supplies were in the hands of the Tukan people. The food in their hands was only that of the day, and they were still not full.

Even if they escape from the Tukan people, if they cannot find food supplies, they will freeze to death and starve to death.

If someone is willing to accept them, the second problem will naturally be solved.

"Although the passage of time in the dream is slow, if you stay here for too long, it will still arouse suspicion. I will send Mr. Guo out now."

Hu Bianguan finally warned, "Mr. Guo, you must remember that you are not dreaming. Our conversation is real and my promise is real and effective. After rushing out, walk 20 kilometers north and you will find Follow an asphalt road and walk thirty kilometers further north, and you will see a river, where we have built a temporary ice and snow fortress waiting for you.

I hope this is not the last time we meet and talk. I hope we will have the opportunity to fight side by side with you in the future to avenge these prairie jackals and get our families back. "

"It will definitely happen, it will definitely happen, it will definitely happen..." Guo Conglong responded repeatedly.

When I came back to my senses again, the vast white fog and Hu Bianguan had already disappeared without a trace, replaced by several concerned faces, the same weight loss (this is the result of long-term malnutrition), the same dark With green color (this is frozen).

"Sir, you finally woke up."

"Sir, what's wrong with you? You're scaring us to death."

"Sir, drink some hot water quickly to warm yourself up. If you continue like this, you will freeze."

They are all old men who have followed Guo Conglong for many years, and they all come from Xianglong Border Pass.

In order to maximize the combat effectiveness of the slave soldiers, the Tukan people used a large number of slave officers and allowed them to organize their own people. The number of each slave soldier did not exceed three thousand, and Guo Conglong led one of them.

The main reason is that Yamen Khan is confident enough in his own strength and is not afraid of rebellion at their level.

As for how many Xianglong slave soldiers there are in Tukan's army, Guo Conglong also doesn't know.

Those Tukans used other slave soldiers and Tukans to isolate them far away to prevent them from connecting with each other.

"I'm fine. It may be that I've been running around a lot recently and the weather is extremely cold, so I've contracted the wind chill. After all, I'm getting older and no longer as young as I used to be. I just need a rest." Guo Conglong looked at the Tukan supervisor not far away. Scanning across his body, his words were not meant to be spoken to his subordinates, but to the other party.

The Tukan people would not really trust them, so they not only equipped these slave soldiers with a large number of supervisors, but also deployed a large number of spies.

There are scum in every race, and they will betray their compatriots without hesitation for their own selfish purposes.

Those Tukan supervisors ignored Guo Conglong at all, thinking that he had passed out. Their attention was mainly in the air, where they worshiped Tian Khanya as a god and was omnipotent in their eyes. The door is fighting hard.

The war there was also at a stalemate, just like in Teflam.

Although Yamen Khan had a numerical advantage, Ms. Strategy had a geographical advantage that blocked his killing army outside the castle, constantly consuming his physical strength.

Even those ordinary Tukan people can see that if there is no external intervention, in the end, it will be Yamen Khan who is consumed alive.

This touches the hearts of all Tukan people.

Guo Conglong took the opportunity to recall everything in the dream. Unlike previous dreams, everything was blurry after waking up.

What just happened seemed to have happened when I was completely awake, and the impression was even deeper than that. Not only could I remember every word Hu Bianguan said, but even Hu Bianguan's appearance was vivid.

It seems that everything is not my delusion, but really happened.

Guo Conglong can be regarded as a person who has seen strong winds and waves. He knows that in this world, there are all kinds of strange methods, and immortals and gods are real. What's so strange about dreaming from a distance?

Moreover, he had overheard those Tukan people talking before. The reason they suffered such heavy losses on Lake Asen was because the other party activated the totem dream and used the power of the dream to suppress Yamen Khan.

It should be the same force.

I just don’t know if this is just for me, or for all the Xianglong slave soldiers and officers?

Guo Conglong believed that the latter was more likely, because with his own army, the possibility of rushing out from the Tukan people's siege was zero, but if it were all the slave soldiers, even just the Xianglong people slaves, Once the soldiers are activated, the probability will be greatly increased.

While quickly organizing the information in his hands, Guo Conglong calmly took the warm water bottle from the adjutant's hand and took a sip, casually asking, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Not for long, only a dozen rounds of arrows." The adjutant glanced at the Tukan military supervisor not far away, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Guo Conglong nodded to the other officers and attendants, who seemed to move their feet casually, and then covered Guo Conglong and his adjutant as much as possible.

Guo Conglong asked in a barely audible voice: "Is there anything else?"

The adjutant also lowered his voice and quickly answered: "During the time when the lord was unconscious, the Tukan people moved frequently. I feel that they did not want to attack the opposite city, but to further divide and surround us slave soldiers. I am worried that they will do something crazy again and sacrifice us as sacrifices."

Guo Conglong couldn't help but look up at the gun board chess fort. A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and all his thoughts became clear. He gritted his teeth and said: "They are going to do this. Doing so will kill two birds with one stone. It can not only eliminate future troubles, but also enhance the power of the madman Yamen and help him out of trouble."

The adjutant was immediately very anxious, and his voice couldn't help but rise three points, "Sir, what should we do? We can't just sit and wait for death?"

"Don't panic, I have my own decision." Guo Conglong forced himself to be calm.

Not only because of the secret meeting with Hu Bianguan in the dream, he had a good idea in his heart, but also because he knew that panic was the most useless for their situation. If they handled it improperly, they would fall into an irreversible situation in advance.

This adjutant was obviously not an ordinary person. He knew that he had just lost his composure, so he hurriedly adjusted his mood and pretended that nothing had happened. He followed Guo Conglong step by step, hoping that he was not just comforting him, and that he really had a way to deal with it, otherwise they would die today.

Guo Conglong had no way to deal with it. He hoped that everything was true in the dream just now.

In order to increase the speed of travel, even these slave soldiers were equipped with mounts by the Tukan people.

However, the weapons and equipment were still mainly melee, and the long-range weapons were almost zero. The armor was mainly cotton armor, supplemented by animal skin armor. Their main function was not to provide protection, but to keep out the cold.

As a nation on horseback, the Tukan people rode and shot arrows, which was the foundation of their survival. They started practicing since childhood. They were all equipped with horse bows regardless of their military branches.

Once the slave soldiers make any unusual movements, they will be greeted by an overwhelming rain of arrows.

Guo Conglong could not think of a way for the other side to create opportunities for them.

After all, the entire city of Tevram was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of undead, and there were the same number of Tukan troops on the outside.

They could still resist for a while relying on the city defense. If they attacked rashly, even if there were 100,000 elite cavalry, they would be drowned alive.

"General Batumih has ordered that all vassal corps rush forward and prepare to cooperate with the undead army to attack the city overnight. All members of the first landing corps are exempted from slave status, and all officers of the first landing corps are promoted by one level."

What Guo Conglong was waiting for was not rescue, but the military order of the Tukan people.

After hearing the military order, Guo Conglong's heart was cold. If what the adjutant said before was just speculation, then now it is basically a fact.

All vassal corps have no means of long-range attack. If they rush forward now, they will be no different from those undead. They will become living targets and be nailed to death under the city.

However, what they need to worry about most is not the rain of arrows on the city wall, but the ones behind them.

Those cold-blooded Tukan people are likely to murder and sacrifice them in the name of Yamen Khan to strengthen Yamen Khan's power.

"Move, those who don't want to die, all move, follow me closely." Guo Conglong shouted loudly and issued an order to advance.

He has no choice now. Along with the Tukan messengers came the cold eyes of the surrounding Tukan archers, whose cavalry bows were already in hand.

As long as the thousand captains and centurions give an order, a large amount of arrows will be sent out in a short time.

It is not convenient to make big moves, but it does not mean that Guo Conglong has no small moves.

When the entire Xianglong Corps moved, he began to consciously approach other Xianglong Corps.

In the chaos of a foreign country, these fellow tribesmen are relatively more reliable. At least when they can help, they will not choose to add insult to injury.

Guo Conglong was obviously not the only one who had the same idea. Not only were the Xianglong troops looking for opportunities to get close to each other, but the hobgoblins and gnolls were also doing so.

Obviously, the other slave soldiers also noticed that something was wrong and were ready to huddle together for warmth.

In the past, their actions would have been severely rebuked by the Tukan people, but this time, they chose to watch coldly, as if they were looking at a dead person.

This abnormal reaction once again proved that something was fishy.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as the entire Tukan army was hesitating to deploy troops and generals with their own ulterior motives, a series of explosions occurred directly behind Guo Conglong and his men, in the Tukan army.

Caught off guard, the Tukan archers were blown up and fell down in large numbers like wheat in autumn.

The Tukan people had never thought that the enemy could actually attack the Tukan archers at the outermost periphery, and they were preparing to murder and sacrifice the slave soldiers in front with a rain of arrows, so the formation was quite dense. (End of this chapter)