Gao Wunan's Legend of Wushuang

"Enemy attack!" The next moment, a piercing whistle sounded, and the entire camp exploded into a pot of porridge in an instant. The mercenaries who were having fun picked up their weapons and rushed towards the attacking enemy.

"Damn it! Where's our sentinel?"

"Who is it!"

The whereabouts of the enemy were not discovered until the door was touched. This is fatal to the mercenaries who have been licking blood. If they were attacked by a well-organized army without preparation, the battlefield opened with a one-sided trend from the very beginning. prelude.

"Woooooooooooooooooo..."

"Great khal command, do not let any enemy go! Kill! Kill them all!" War is as common as eating and drinking for the Dothraki, especially when they have an invincible commander.

The Dothraki knights roared into the camp with red eyes. With just a swipe of the scimitar in their hands, they could easily kill a mercenary.

This group of mercenaries can make a living in the vast Dalasque Sea, and they all have two brushes. Except for the guy whose legs were weak from being too fierce on the woman just now, most of them wore simple armor and fought the enemy.

The battlefield was even more chaotic, with fleeing prostitutes and businessmen everywhere, a bunch of burning bonfires were knocked over, and blazed along the tents woven of rags.

"It's the Dothraki! Don't panic! Hold the formation!" A bearded mercenary, who had just killed a coward trying to escape with his sword, shouted, waving his weapon.

Then he saw Yiqi rushing out of the team and killing him.

The bearded mercenary had a grin on his face, and when the horse's hooves passed by, a tripping rope suddenly sprang out from the ground, but he was full of joy until the scene of the other party's neck breaking did not happen, and the other party seemed to have expected it, suddenly pulled the reins, and jumped high A span of several meters fell beside him.

"What——" Before he could say the last words, the bearded mercenary was split in two, and a steed passed by him. The terrifying impact instantly disrupted the formation, and the giant sword wheel Swinging it like a bird, it killed the mercenaries around until they cried for their fathers and mothers, and fled in embarrassment, wishing they could grow two more legs.

However, the slaughter followed, and the Dothraki came on horseback, slitting their throats amidst the screams and howls of the mercenaries, and soaked the entire camp with blood.

The frightened mercenaries are like fresh bait, while the Dothraki are like vicious man-eating fish in the water, constantly devouring the bait. This scene is so familiar, just like the mercenaries Massacred Lazarin before.

The war started suddenly and ended quickly. After two hundred mercenaries were killed, the remaining mercenaries chose to throw away their weapons and surrender on their knees.

Although the Dalask people have the habit of killing slaves, it is better to be a slave than to be killed immediately. The mercenaries were disarmed and locked in the wooden fence they used to treat the Lazarin.

As for the Lazarin people who were originally locked inside, they were all released by Wu Feng and concentrated in the middle of the camp.

"People of Lazarin! You should have heard of my name. I, King Sauron, grant you new life and freedom."

Wu Feng was riding on a tall war horse, his eyes were dark and deep, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

The Lazarines looked at each other, then knelt together and offered their humble allegiance. "My lord! Thank you for your salvation, we are willing to follow you..."

"I accept your loyalty, but..." Wu Feng changed his words at this moment, he looked at the crowd at his feet, besides women and children, there were also many Lazarin men with cowardly expressions and trembling bodies, just like Like lambs waiting to be slaughtered as food on the vast prairie.

"Weak people are not worthy of my protection. The right to survive is in your hands. Go! Pick up the sword on the ground, except for children under the age of ten, everyone must kill one of your enemies before they can join me Team."

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the mercenary captives moved even more violently, but they were all tightly bound together, and the only result of their resistance was that their throats were cut by the guards around them, and they died in extreme pain.

Chapter 12 Revenge and Speeches

The Lazarin people looked at each other, and to Wu Feng's surprise, the first one to stand up was a girl who was underage.

She picked up a short sword from the ground, and stabbed it into the neck of a mercenary amidst the sound of cursing. Because the strength was too weak, she stabbed several times before cutting the carotid artery, like a wound gnawed by a wild animal. The mercenary endured several times the pain and the blood splattered before he died in pain.

After doing all this, the girl bowed her head in the direction of Wu Feng and knelt in a pool of blood without saying a word.

"Very well, what's your name?"

"Sonny."

Wu Feng glanced and saw the body of a Lazarin man lying beside the fence. He was killed before they arrived, "Is he your relative?"

The girl's eyes rolled dully, and it took a long time before she said, "It's my father."

"Do you have other relatives?"

"My mother was taken away when I was five years old, and my father is my only relative."

"Bury him well, according to your customs. As for you..." Wu Feng pondered for a while, "You will be my maid after you go back."

The girl was silent for a while, "Yes, my lord."

With the first one, the following will be a matter of course. These mercenaries attacked the convoy of the Lazarines, and their hands were covered with the blood of their relatives. Anger and hatred drove the remaining Lazarines, regardless of men, women, or children Become a beast of revenge and kill each other one by one amidst the mercenaries cursing and begging for mercy.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Because he was not good at killing people, the scene was more like a slaughterhouse. The temperament of the Lazarin who took revenge with his own hands was completely different, as if some kind of opening had been opened, a strange thing was in this place. The era known as the group of sheep people began to sprout.

The horses under the Dothraki seat made an uneasy commotion, and the proud Dothraki warrior's eyes no longer had the laughing expression just now, and added a bit of sternness.

After killing a mercenary with their own hands, all the Lazarines quietly returned to the queue and knelt neatly under the man's horse.

Their eyes were wild, and they looked up to this great man who was like a god, who saved them from hell and gave them the power to take revenge with their own hands. Adoring this person almost fanatically, even if they are asked to die now, they will do so immediately.

For Wu Feng, the admiration and belief of the Lazarin people are just a windfall. With his ability, he can give them a stable and peaceful life. However, in this chaotic world, kindness and weakness will only become weapons to kill themselves. Take up the sword to defend your power.

He is not only the savior, but also the strict father of the Lazarin people.

Taking a deep breath, when Wu Feng spoke again, the field fell silent, "Lazarin people, my people!" Wherever his eyes could see, the Lazarin people bowed their heads more respectfully.

"For a long time, during the long years you lived in this land, you grazed, planted, and worked hard to get a living space. But peace cannot be exchanged for peace. Goodness is always oppressed by evil, and mercenaries invade In your homeland, the whip of the slave owner is being abused wantonly. Time and time again, the Lazarin people are taken into slavery. Your compatriots live a life that is worse than death in Meereen, in Astapor, and in Yunkai. , your parents were killed, your daughters were raped, your sons were enslaved, generation after generation, year after year, never changing."

The pain of the skin, the experience of being almost reduced to slavery, and the hatred of the murder of relatives made the Lazarin's eyes red and his breathing more rapid.

"Now, I'm here!" Wu Feng's voice made the field suddenly quiet, and hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on this savior-like man, "Kindness is worthy of praise, but weakness is not an excuse, my people, Peace will never come out of thin air, only take up the sword in your hand, arm your body, strengthen your will, fight and fight with your flesh and blood, and fight for your children and grandchildren under the sword and whip of mercenaries and slave owners. Future generations will exchange for real peace, and the change of the Lazarin people is now!"

"Roar!" The short speech triggered Lazarin's deepest appeal. They cried bitterly, and they roared to the sky, as if venting out the anguish, hatred, desire, and ambition accumulated in their hearts for many years. This force is weak And powerful, but it will become a little spark, igniting the raging fire of the rise of the Lazarin people, and even change the pattern of this continent!

Yu Si ignited a single spark.

……

Wu Feng was reading the report sent by Brian. He was quite satisfied with this report, because there was not a single typo in the entire report of more than 500 characters.

Regarding this point, Wu Feng is also helpless, because neither the Lazarin nor the Dothraki have any written language. Although the Dothraki have a spoken language, their written language is too simple. They usually record history through word of mouth. Legend has it that a female Khaleesi fills this role.

Writing is the biggest difference between nomads and city-states. Maybe the Dothraki can conquer city-states with powerful force, but the cultures of the two are very different.

In order to unify Doraskohai, Wu Feng established a brand-new country "Xin Yuli", and learned Qin Shihuang's Shutongwen and Chetonggui, using his own language as a unified language, and at the same time passing down the characters.

This plan was surprisingly smooth, because both the Dothraki and the Lazarin believed that Wu Feng was not a human being at all, but a god from the sky. His words were the language of the gods, and his words were all the words of the gods. .

They almost forgot to eat and sleep to study the characters taught by Wu Feng, and in just a few months, they have already spoken more fluently than their own language.

Among them, the Lazarin people have made the fastest progress. Nearly [-]% of them can already write easily. Although there are still many mistakes and omissions, this is like a fantasy at that time. Only nobles and slave owners can read and write. Now this The situation has been completely changed by Wu Feng.

Now, this report details the origin, composition, personnel and hirers of this group of mercenaries.

There were still dark red blood spots and yellow unknown liquid on the report. One can imagine how the remaining mercenaries were treated in order to obtain this confession. Of course, these are just trivial matters.

"So, the employer behind the mercenary is the benevolent master of Astapor, and the other party has accurately provided the whereabouts of these migrating Lazarin people." After reading the report, Wu Feng couldn't see any expression on his face, and he looked down. The shadow ahead asked, "Do you think this was an accident?"

"There is no way to find out, my master." From the shadows came out a man with a terrifying and ugly appearance. His nose and ears were cut off by sharp blades, and his face was covered with interlaced and ugly scars. He raised his head, with something burning in his eyes An unknown flame responded with a thin voice, "But I know that they offended your majesty and must be punished."

Chapter 13 Changes

The man’s name is Sanu, and he used to be a Lazarin. Unlike his compatriots, this man’s character is extreme and cruel, which may be related to his previous slave life. His experience of living as a slave made him extremely hate and hate the slave owner. .

After killing his former master, he fled to his hometown, and found that his original hometown had been looted. He followed his compatriots and went to Xinyuli to seek Wu Feng. only.

And he lived up to Wu Feng's expectations. What is more frightening than his appearance is the extremely cruel torture method. No one can survive three days under his hands. His "water prison" is the most eerie in Xin Yuli. place.

Wu Feng paused, then tapped his finger on the table unintentionally, "There are [-] Unsullied in Astapor, and there are tall and thick walls, so they regard every tribesman in the Dothraki Sea as a slave. Good The Lord is rich in the world and can easily arm the most powerful army in the world."

"My lord, I will offer you the head of any opponent, even if the good lords are huddled in the safety of the castle."

Wu Feng refused, "No! It is not in Xin Yuli's interest to die in vain, not to mention that you may not be able to kill the benevolent Lord who is under strict protection."

However, it is not Wu Feng's style to simply let the other party go.

He continued: "In three days, I want information from all the good lords and people behind the scenes in Astapor. At that time, I will go there in person and meet these people for a while."

Sanu's breathing suddenly became heavy. As the person closest to Wu Feng in a certain sense, he knew how terrifying the man in front of him was. With his master personally taking action, he seemed to have foreseen the destruction of Astapor.

First Astapor, then Yunkai, Meereen...

Since escaping from that nightmare place, he has been thinking of revenge all the time. Even though the corpse of the "great master" who tortured him and played with him has already entered the belly of the beast and turned into excrement, the mutilation of the body and the pain of the wound have always reminded him, This is not enough.

"Follow your will, master." Xanu suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, bowed and retreated into the shadows.

After a while, the newly promoted minister of administration, Brian, walked out from the back tent. He saw everything just now, and he said worriedly: "My lord! This man is a poisonous snake, you shouldn't give such important power to him. other side."

As a person of extraordinary birth and extensive knowledge, he knows that in addition to the power on the bright side, a country cannot lack the power in the shadows behind it.But Shanu was too extreme and cruel, so that he had some worries.

"It's good that you can raise this point." Wu Feng nodded, he had already considered him, "So as a supplement, I authorize you to form a 'Hound Dog', tentatively set at 20 people, with the right to patrol and arrest."

Brian's body shook violently, what a great honor this is, he could hardly believe that the other party would give such a great power to a person of unknown origin like him, he knelt down deeply, "My lord, I will definitely do my best contribute as much as I can.”

"I will witness." Wu Feng smiled. He set up these two departments in imitation of Lighting Chaodong Factory and Jinyiwei. They are secret agencies to eliminate dissidents at home and abroad. They are powerful agencies of spying, assassination, torture, and arrest.

On this continent, nobles generally have the habit of raising killers and dead men, and there are even assassin organizations like the Faceless Men. Although his country is still extremely weak, as a king who is determined to unify the continent, his future enemies must not will be less.

After dealing with government affairs, Wu Feng came to the back camp.

There was a lot of shouting in the camp, mixed with some shouting and screaming, and the crowd in Xinyuli formed a huge circle.

Everyone knelt down when they saw Wu Feng. He waved his hands and walked up to a high platform made of mud and wood.

"Master." Melunti bowed her knees and saluted. Although she was a maid, as a descendant of the leader of the former Lazarin, she was given a certain degree of freedom.

Wu Feng nodded, picked up the wine glass that Milu Enti had filled for him, "What do you think of the power of this weapon?"

Milu Enti's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Master, the bow and crossbow you designed is extremely powerful, and it's extremely quick to learn. Even a novice can master it within three days."

At this moment, there was a shrill scream from below, and soon there were cheers everywhere. The Lazarin people under the stage were not weak and modest in the past. Their faces were flushed with hatred and their breathing was short.

On the arena built by the soil platform, one of the two sides participating in the battle was a captured mercenary. He wore simple leather armor and a cowhide shield, had no weapons, and one ankle was locked by a chain to limit the range of movement. On one side are two Lazarines wearing leather armor and holding crossbows. They are separated by a hundred steps. The Lazarines are responsible for shooting, while the mercenaries can only dodge and block.

Every time a crossbow is shot, it is accompanied by a test of life and death, but as long as the mercenary survives an hourglass, they can be successfully replaced by another group.

And this time the cheers were because a mercenary who had just replaced was shot in the calf by a crossbow arrow, and was immediately shot dead on the spot by successive crossbow arrows.

The blood stained the arena, but it awakened something deep in the Lazarin's heart, and they cheered, proud of their kindred who killed the executioner's mercenaries.

The mercenary's body was quickly dragged down and replaced with another mercenary, although he cursed, cursed, and begged for mercy, this did not change his ankles being shackled.

This was doomed from the fact that they were sent back as captives. This group of mercenaries were rebellious and free-spirited by nature. They were used as labor slaves and often rebelled and fled. After several consecutive times, they were sent to the arena as Lazarin soldiers. "Consumables" for training use.

The game of "Shooting a Living Man" continued, and Wu Feng felt bored after watching it for a while. After all, this soft activity was really just entertainment for him.

Melunti observed his words, her cheeks were reddish and she asked next to his ear, "Does the master need to take a bath?"

Wu Feng is not a first-time brother, and he doesn't know what makes the girl so active, but it doesn't prevent him from enjoying the gentleness, so he couldn't help but glance at her and wave his hand, "Go!"

After a while, when he returned to the tent, what he saw was the huge wooden bucket and the steaming bath water that the girl had prepared, perhaps including herself. She was wearing a translucent gauze, and she could clearly see the moving scene below. wonderful.

"Master..." Her shy and pretty face was even more charming under the steam. When Wu Feng held up her beautiful jaw and held her pair of bright red lips, the soft and hoarse long chant was gradually overwhelmed by the more intense sound of water. cover.