I am a god in another world

"Alive, we are still alive, haha, we rushed out, we finally got rid of those damn Tukan people."

"I didn't expect that I could escape the slavery of Tukan people in this life. I thought I could only be enslaved by them until death!"

"Don't be too happy too early, we are too close to Tukan people now, they may chase us again at any time."

"What should we do now?"

"Just now I just rushed out and forgot that we have no food and no cold tents. With these war horses alone, we can't go far."

"We must find a stable source of food and a place to spend the winter."

"Of course I know, but we are unfamiliar with this place. Where can we find food sources and places to spend the winter? Will the locals accept us? With so many of us, will they regard us as invaders?"

These Xianglong slave soldiers cheered excitedly at first, but as the cold morning wind blew, they had to face the cruel reality.

Escape from Tukan people does not mean getting rid of the threat of death.

As they approached the Falling Star Sea, the weather here was not as cold as that of Asen Lake, but the temperature during the day was still below zero, not to mention at night, it was often minus ten degrees.

The most important thing was that they did not have any food.

Killing war horses was one way.

But this approach was like drinking poison to quench thirst, it only delayed their death time. Without means of transportation, they could not walk far in the cold weather.

The Tukans would catch up at any time. Once they fell into their hands again, they would not have the chance to become slaves, but would be directly used as sacrifices to their evil god Yamen.

"Go north, don't stop, go north, select scouts, spread out, and look for Youbai Road. Someone will meet us there."

Not only Guo Conglong, but also the surviving Xianglong slave soldiers gave the same answer.

It would be fine if one person said so, but if more than a dozen officers gave the same answer, they couldn't help but look at each other and ask in unison: "Has someone previously passed information to you through dreams?"

The answer was affirmative, the contact and words in the dream were similar.

The only difference was that the person they contacted was not the same person, but they were all former Xianglong slave soldiers, and they were all suspected to have died in the battle of crossing the lake.

Before these Xianglong slave soldiers took action, a rhythmic rumbling sound of horse hooves came, which startled all the Xianglong slave soldiers like frightened birds and made them jump up, jump on their horses, and prepare for battle.

"Those Tukans caught up so quickly? Shouldn't they focus on attacking the city and rescuing their evil god Yamen? How could they have time to care about us fugitives?"

"No, the direction of the horse hoof sound is wrong. It's not coming from behind us, but from the north. No matter how fast the Tukans are, they can't get around so quickly."

"Ming Guang armor, it's Ming Guang armor, a lot of Ming Guang armor! It's not Tukans, it's us Xianglongs. Is this the Royal Guard? How come they are here? Am I dreaming?"

After seeing the situation in the north clearly, many Xianglong slave soldiers were shocked and speechless.

Under the bright morning sun, a heavy cavalry appeared on the horizon. They were all wearing Ming Guang armor, and their polished and shiny breastplates were shining.

There was no need to see the faces clearly, just from the unpredictable formation of the other side, it can be seen that they were not Tukans wearing Ming Guang armor, but well-trained Xianglongs, who were using formations to convey information to them.

The message was simple, and many big and strong men burst into tears on the spot - welcome home.

The familiar scene and familiar words made them almost suspect that they had returned to the Celestial Empire, and a royal guard was welcoming them home in glory.

It was just that the flags fluttering in the wind silently told them that this was not the royal guard, but a force they did not know.

When they were half a kilometer away from the slave soldiers of the Xianglong people, this army suspected to be the royal guard stopped, and dozens of riders separated from them and galloped towards them, shouting as they approached.

"Don't attack, we are our own people, coming to greet you, I am Hu Bianguan, is Lord Guo Conglong here? Come out and talk."

"I am Chu Yuanlin, please ask General Bian Fusheng to come out and reminisce about the past."

"I am Fu Ciliang, and I want to see Lord Fu Weilie."

They directly stated their identities and shouted the names of acquaintances.

Hearing the familiar voice, the slave officers were surprised and could not hide their surprise. They comforted their soldiers and told them not to act rashly. Then they hurriedly rode to meet them with several personal soldiers. The leader was Guo Conglong.

"General Hu, it's really you. Everything you said before is true?" Guo Conglong couldn't help but roar excitedly.

"You all escaped. What else can you doubt?" Hu Bianguan replied with a smile.

"Didn't you say before that I would lead the troops to the banks of the Ness River to meet you? Why did you send out a large army?" Guo Conglong was also an extraordinary person. After a brief venting, he regained control of his emotions and asked about the most concerned things.

"The situation has changed." Hu Bianguan replied seriously, "Those Tukans are far more rational and tenacious than General Gavin expected. They did not try to divide their troops to pursue you, but focused all their attention on the city of Tevram and on rescuing the evil god Yamen.

General Gavin ordered us to come up to meet you and harass Tukan's army from the rear. "

"That's it." Guo Conglong was not surprised by this answer. These rebels only caused a lot of chaos and damage to Tukan's army, but they did not damage their vitality. After they escaped, more tragic battles broke out behind them. , estimated to have caused great pressure on Tefram City.

The commander of Tefram City had to mobilize his troops to relieve the pressure.

Guo Conglong thought about it for a moment and then took the initiative to propose: "If General Hu can be trusted, give us some time to regroup our troops and return to the battlefield with you to build up our momentum."

Hu Bianguan did not hide the joy on his face, "If this is the case, it would be great, but I don't know how many people Mr. Guo will take to escape this time? How many combat-ready troops can he assemble?"

They originally had such thoughts, but if Guo Conglong took the initiative to bring it up, it would be far more convenient than them.

"In the panic, we haven't had time to count. We are seven troops in one place. It is roughly estimated that there will be no less than 15,000 people. Some of them followed the Tukan slaves of other races and rushed into the wilderness. In a short time, There is no way to gather them together, but there are many injured among them and it is not suitable to fight anymore..." Guo Conglong gave an estimate.

As a veteran of thirty years in the military, his estimate was close to ten.

"General Gavin has already made arrangements. Mr. Guo, your official position remains unchanged. You can select combatable soldiers from the people you brought and reorganize the regiment on the spot. I have brought you weapons and equipment. It is not appropriate to continue The wounded in the battle will be handed over to the chariot corps that transports the baggage and sent back to the rear to recuperate, waiting for unified arrangements after the war, Mr. Guo, please take a look."

When Hu Bianguan and Guo Conglong were exchanging information, they were not idle and led them directly back to their own military formations.

The slave soldiers headed by Guo Conglong couldn't help but look at the army brought by Hu Bianguan.

They saw many familiar faces among them. Not only had they been slaves together with the Tukan people, many of them were acquaintances or colleagues from the Xianglong people. They were all saying hello to them in a friendly way. This completely relieved their hanging hearts.

Just in line with the proverb of Xianglong, there are four great joys in life - sweet rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and when someone is named on the gold medal list.

They are now the second happiness. In this strange land, there is no one more worthy of their trust than these people of the same clan.

Guo Conglong couldn't help but focus on those Xianglong people. Even in the Xianglong Empire, the Mingguang Armor, which was extremely precious, was standard equipment here. The weapons were equally good, including horse spears and spears, and iron maces. , waist sword and iron bone flower, all ride Tukan war horses.

Each one of them has a body shape that is dark and thin due to long-term malnutrition, but their faces are a little red, their eyes are filled with confidence and happiness, and their energy and energy are not the same as when they were slaves.

This means that they are very satisfied with their current life.

Seeing the big from the small.

By observing their current appearance, we can determine their real life status, and thus determine whether they follow the objects of allegiance and treat them well.

After crossing the front army, Guo Conglong and the others discovered that they were not acting alone. They were followed by a special army, which was composed of super large tanks.

This legion was no stranger to them. It was called the Chariot Legion. They had once sniped at Tukan's army on the shores of Lake Assen.

Then he ran in front of Tukan's army and kept creating traps and obstacles, causing a lot of trouble to Tukan's army. Many Xianglong slave soldiers died in the traps they created.

Guo Conglong and the others couldn't bring up any hatred. After all, they were in a war before, and the other party was targeting the Tukan people, not them.

If this debt is to be settled, it can only be settled on the Tukan people.

The soldiers of the Chariot Corps also showed friendly smiles to them, indicating that the Xianglong people in Hu Bianguan had a good relationship with them.

Hu Bianguan made a gesture, and each chariot was opened, revealing the goods loaded inside.

It was a cartload of neatly arranged weapons and armor, exactly the same as those of the Xianglong people in front, mainly the weapons and bright light armor that the Xianglong people were good at using.

Although traces of repair can be seen from the top, the workmanship is very sophisticated and does not affect its use.

Guo Conglong said in surprise: "Are these weapons and armor prepared for us?"

"That's right." Hu Bianguan nodded and confirmed, "If I want Mr. Guo and you to assist in the battle, naturally you can't do it with bare hands. General Gavin said that you should be treated equally, including weapons and equipment. After you select the soldiers, we will arrive. Dress up here.

But before that, there is one more important thing, and that is to eat. These cooking cakes are made overnight. Mr. Guo has a try to see if they taste the same as those in his hometown. "

Hu Bianguan casually picked up a basket of white flour cooking cakes from a chariot and distributed them to Guo Conglong and other officers.

Smell the familiar aroma of baked noodles.

Everyone couldn't help but break off a piece and stuff it into their mouths. The rich aroma of wheat immediately melted in their mouths, and they even tasted a sweetness from it.

Even though the men present were all tough men, even if they were covered in wounds from swords and arrows, they would not even frown.

But a small piece of cooking cake made many people’s eyes turn red because they tasted the taste of their hometown.

Guo Conglong couldn't help but sigh: "General Gavin is really careful and has prepared everything. I really want to meet him immediately and thank him for saving my life. If it weren't for the plan he prepared in advance, we would have become the sacrifice of the evil god Yamen. Let alone tasting this delicious pancake, I'm afraid we can't even see the sunrise now."

"General Gavin's interlocking plan is probably impossible for the top strategists in our dynasty."

"This is indeed the top strategy I have ever seen."

All the slave officers of the Xianglong people praised the general they had never met and were full of gratitude.

They were able to lead so many people to escape. Now thinking back, it was not a fluke, but the result of the other party's careful planning.

Although they are not sure about the final situation last night, one thing is certain, the slave soldiers of other races who did not have the armed cloud rays to help clear the way were not as lucky as them. Many of them were shot and killed by the Tukan people and became sacrifices to Yamen.

They fled far from the battlefield, and could look back to see the bloody clouds rising from there, and Yamen Khan showing his divine power in the kingdom of the goddess of strategy.

Gavin's flying dragon army focused its assistance on the slave soldiers of the flying dragons, and the other slave soldiers were just incidental. It was up to them whether they could rush out and kill.

General Batumih, the commander of the Tukan army, soon discovered Gavin's true combat intentions. He no longer tried to intercept the slave soldiers of the flying dragons, but shifted his attention to the slave soldiers of other races.

This Tukan general was proficient in the way of making choices. Instead of wasting more energy on the flying dragons, it was better to ensure the success of the murder sacrifice and provide support for the killing lamas led by Yamen Khan and the national teacher Scanbuh.

In fact, Guo Conglong and his men were very lucky. If they were a few minutes later, they might never get out.

This war itself was initiated in the name of Yamen Khan. The killing and death caused in this process will be attributed to him, whether it is the slave soldiers or the Tukan people.

When the blood of killing filled the entire battlefield, Yamen Khan, who was trapped in the gun and chess fortress of the Kingdom of God by Ms. Strategy, was like a chicken blood. Not only did he launch a repressive offensive against Ms. Strategy in the Kingdom of God, but he also extended some tentacles to the real battlefield.

The killing power gathered on the battlefield was not absorbed by him, but was infused into the bodies of those killing lamas. The scene in Asen Lake reappeared.

One by one, the killing Vajra, seven or eight meters tall, rushed into the battlefield with endless tyranny.

In front of them, the slave soldiers had no power to fight back. Many of them were beaten to death alive with their horses and became the new sacrifices of Yamen Khan.

The Tukan people's military spirit, which was originally somewhat scattered, immediately returned to its peak.

This is the difference of Tukan's army. They are not ordinary secular armies, but an army of faith.

Such an army has polarized will. As long as the object of their faith is still there, even if their casualties exceed the inhuman stage, they will not collapse easily, and their morale will be easily restored.

But if their object of faith is eliminated, even if they maintain a complete system, they may collapse on the spot.

When the two groups of Xianglong slave soldiers joined forces, there were basically no living slave soldiers on the battlefield of Tevram City.

Either they had rushed out to escape in the chaos, or they had been murdered and sacrificed.

Except for most of the Xianglong slave soldiers who escaped, most of the other slave soldiers died in the chaos of arrows.

After a night of fighting and killing, Tukan's army was not only not fatally affected, but became stronger on the contrary.

Because they eliminated a huge security risk in the process, the enemy could no longer create chaos for them from within. Now they were either unintelligent undead or Tukan people who were loyal to Yamen Khan. In this foreign country where everyone was hostile, they had a chance to survive only if they united firmly with Yamen Khan.

And those who died in this turmoil, whether slave soldiers or Tukan people, stood up shakily in a short time under the infusion of killing power and became part of the Tukan army again.

They were not just undead cannon fodder. There were many powerful undead among them, such as ghouls, demons and death knights.

From beginning to end, the real losses of the Tukan army were the escaped slave soldiers. All races were included, and there were only about 30,000.

No one had time to count this in detail. The Tukan people did not stop their offensive because of the killing riots, but took advantage of the situation to press the entire army forward.

After the large army of flying dragon slave soldiers escaped, Gavin's flying dragon army decisively withdrew to Tevram City.

If they continued, the armed cloud rays would be in danger.

Those Tukan people were organizing their elite troops and gathering their troops. This time, there was not one, but as many as five.

Gavin only had one earth spirit crystal in his hand, and he could not destroy their military spirit. Once they were locked and focused, they would probably knock the armed cloud rays down from the sky.

Boom!

When the first rays of morning sun shone on Tevram City, the most terrifying scene of this offensive and defensive battle came.

The elite of the Tukan people had assembled, a total of five 10,000-man teams, two armored heavy cavalry, and three archer cavalry, all marching in neat steps, rumbling and charging towards Tevram City.

The army of undead blocking the city automatically made way for them. (End of this chapter)