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Under the embroidered red flag, Samadra and Bihansi, who returned from defeat, knelt in front of Yuwen Zhou in fear, lowered their heads and dared not speak, fearing that they would anger the moody Mengluo Banner Lord. Only Shule and Sertu told Yuwen Zhou in detail the scenes that happened in front of Xuanwu Pass.

After listening to the descriptions of Shule and his two men, Yuwen Zhou raised the horse whip in his hand and pressed the iron helmet on his head. He looked at the far away pass and suddenly spoke to Bu Zhen and Zhaxi and asked: "Think tank, do you think, should this banner owner retreat now?"

When Buzhen Zhaxi heard this, he carefully considered it and replied: "Report to the banner master, although he lost only a hundred slaves this time, judging from the performance of the Xuanwu Pass defenders, he seemed to be planning to defend to the end. The slave suggested that it was better to withdraw the troops for the time being, so as not to lose too much innocently to my warriors..."

When Yuwen Zhou heard this, his face gradually turned dark. Then he walked around Samodra and Bihansi, and suddenly asked, "In other words, the trust and expectations of this banner owner for you over the past month have been emptied? I have gathered 60,000 people to get frozen outside this pass for so long?"

When Bu Zhen Zaxi heard this, he was so scared that he knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Master of the Banner, I have really discussed with Zhang Jiashou and asked Cai Quan to temporarily replace Han Kuang's position, but why did it become like this in the pass? I really don't know. I hope the flag master will understand..."

"snort……"

Yuwen Zhou snorted coldly and ignored Buzhen and Zhaxi, but walked around Samodra, then grabbed his head and pressed his face to him and said, "You said, why did you retreat so quickly? As a slave commander, you don't know what to do with your dog slaves?

Or are you not worthy of being this commander at all? Is this banner owner picking you like a guy? Huh?"

Yuwen Zhou's words were a pun, pointing to the mulberry and scolding the locust. He was talking about Samodra and seemed to be warning Buzhen to Tsai. It was cold weather, and the two of them felt that their backs seemed wet, and they didn't dare to breathe for a moment...

“Ah~”

Suddenly a scream came...

But Samodra covered his ears and wailed in pain. Looking carefully, there seemed to be red blood in the gaps in his five fingers...

After Yuwen Zhou cut off Samodra's ear with a knife, he threw his ear to him, patted his shoulder, and said with a "meaningful" sound: "This time I will give you a small punishment. If there is another time, it will not be so easy. Go and reorganize the army and continue the attack. Even if it is filled with human lives, you will have to fill in the fortifications outside Xuanwu Pass. Do you understand?"

Samodra dared not have any other opinions, so he just said loudly: "I understand, I understand..." Then he picked up his ears and left in shame.

Bihansi and Buzhen Zhaxi, who were watching the scene in front of him, didn't even dare to say anything. In fact, although they were troops embroidered with red banners, they were essentially slaves of the Monroe people, and were recruited from the captured or conquered tribes on the battlefield. For these people, the Monroe people simply treated them as cannon fodder, and they were not ruthless when they were killed. Don't expect to be treated as family members.

This is also a common problem in the alien tribes in the grassland, or the psychology of those in power all over the world: they will never fully trust those who are alien.

After Samodra and Bihansi left, Yuwen Zhou asked again: "Have Yan Zha and the others back? It's time to ask him to explore other sections of Xuanwu Pass?"

Buzhen Zhaxi replied: "Report to the banner master, the defense line of Xuanwu Pass is too long. Commander Yan Zha must have to explore carefully before he can repay the banner master..."

Yuwen Zhou responded softly, nodded and said, "The only one under the banner leader is Yan Zha and Sangmuer, which makes people worry-free. You can solve all problems without the need for the banner leader to speak. You really should learn more about them..."

"What the banner owner said is that I have written it down. When I look back, I will definitely ask Commander Yan and Commander Sang for advice." Buzhen Zhaxi said timidly, bowing his body.

Yuwen Zhou stretched out and looked at the towering pass in the distance. He said with envy in his eyes: "The people of the Central Plains have a very profound foundation, otherwise they would not have created such a magnificent pass. The lord of the banner followed the Holy Emperor to fight south and north and north, and captured countless walls, but he had never seen a more majestic and sturdy fortress than this.

I really hope that one day, the Monroe will be able to enter the Central Plains and gain countless populations and wealth in the pass, and make sufficient preparations to sweep the big food and occupy the Western Yi states, and become the co-lord of the entire continent..."

As a member of the Monroe people, Yuwen Zhou also has a strong sense of racial pride and believes that his cavalry on the grassland and desert are invincible in the world and should naturally become the noblest group in the world...

Buzhen Zhaxi said with a flattering smile when he heard this: "What the banner owner said is very true. One day, the pass in front of me will be stomped into powder by my iron hooves, and the banner owner, you will definitely become a great hero for my Mengluo Dynasty to enter the Central Plains."

"Hahaha..." Yuwen Zhou laughed and kept pointing at Buzhen Zhaxi, saying with satisfaction, "Buzhen Zhaxi, do you know what this banner owner likes the most? It's your mouth. Although what he said sounds unreliable, for some reason, this banner owner sounds so comfortable, hahaha..."

Buzhen Zhaxi's mouth twitched slightly and said carefully: "It is the duty of a slave to make the banner owner happy..."

Yuwen Zhou stopped talking, and turned around and continued to look at Xuanwu Pass, his eyes full of greed...

...

"Boom~"

“Caller ~”

In front of Xuanwu Pass, Samodra and Bihansi, who had one ear missing, had to bite the bullet and continue to attack the city wall with his slave army under his command.

In the air, nearly 100 kilograms of huge rocks weighing nearly a hundred kilograms spread their wings, forming a whole cloud of dark clouds that kept moving forward and falling.

As the huge rock landed on the ground, the earth, rocks and sand swept across, causing countless figures to lose their gravity and soar into the air. When they landed again, there were cracks of broken bones and tragic shouts.

The casualties caused by the catapult were not large. With defense, the three huge rocks caused more than a dozen casualties, but the shadow of death that enveloped the head and the fear in the heart were lingering.

What's more, even if we avoid the attack of the catapult, we don't know how many people will die on this one, even if we avoid the three barbed wire defense lines that are hundreds of steps wide?

However, they cannot retreat. Once they retreat, the punishment is quite serious. They can only grit their teeth and continue to drill under the iron pile and crawl forward.

Fortunately, with the first lesson I learned, this time, these slave soldiers who have worked hard to learn their lessons and tied their shields to their backs, thus protecting their vitals to the greatest extent and avoiding being injured by ordinary arrows...

In the tallest tower in front of Xuanwu Pass, Liu Ce leaned down in front of the windowsill holding a look-up mirror and continued to pay attention to the changes in the battlefield situation.

At this time, Xiao Yu came to report in a hurry: "Mr. Military Supervisor, the enemy is about to step through the first iron net defense line..."

Liu Ce replied lightly: "I understand, I ordered Cui Liang to patrol the city walls on both sides, pay attention to the movements of the Monroe people in other places, and the plan in front of the iron net remains unchanged..."

"Abide by the order!"

After Xiao Yu took the order loudly, he immediately ran down the tower to carry out Liu Ce's order.

...

"Crack ~"

"Huh~~"

"Puff~~"

"Bang~~"

Zhang Dingbian personally controlled the octagonal crossbow, stepped on the crossbow arm, pulled it to the maximum force, aiming at a slave who had just stood up from the iron net and loosened the tight crossbow string...

But when he heard a thunderbolt, it seemed to cause a cold current to surge, and rushed towards the target sharply. The slave who stood up was caught off guard, his broad chest was instantly penetrated by the thick crossbow spear, straight through his back. He was lifted away by the huge inertia of the octagonal crossbow without even making a scream, and fell heavily on a barbed wire behind him. He spitted blood in his mouth. The vitality in his eyes quickly retreated with the howling cold wind, and soon he fell into darkness.

“Hohuhu~”

“Tututu~”

Dozens of crossbow spears shot out from Xuanwu Pass and nailed them to the exit of the first iron net defense line, lifting up the corpse-flying chips on the ground, squinting the eyes of the crawling slaves, seriously hindering their progress.

"Shoot the arrow~~"

"Puff puff puff puff~"

After the octagonal crossbow stopped shooting, a dense rain of arrows poured down like a locust, shooting the slaves who had just stood up one after another. In an instant, the shrill howl sounded again on the battlefield in front of the pass, bringing great pressure and fear to the slave army that was still moving forward behind.

"Mother of the Earth, bless your most faithful servant..."

A Monroe slave soldier buried his head very low, almost walking up to the ground and slowly wriggling his body under the barbed wire. Looking at the corpses of his companions around him and the blood flowing into a stream, he kept praying in his heart that he could escape the disaster.

No matter how brave anyone is, he still has unprecedented fear of death in an emergency. Especially now, looking at his companion who is full of miserable death, the only blood courage in his body begins to be surrounded by fear.

"Puff~"

“Uh~”

Unfortunately, the Mother of Earth seemed to be unable to hear his prayers, or the land was not under the jurisdiction of the Mother of Earth. Just as he was still muttering his prayers, a falling crossbow arrow pierced his left shoulder, and he couldn't help but moan in pain.

"Puff puff puff puff~"

“Ah~~”

Compared with other companions around him who were shot in the arrow, the slave's will was already very tough. After another rain of arrows hit and threw them down, many slaves who were shot in the arrow screamed in pain.

Not every slave has a round shield, nor every slave has a tough armor. Many people still simply handle the animal skin protection. Within dozens of steps, facing the baptism of arrow rain, they can only rely on the favor of the God of Destiny.

"Run, I don't want to die~~"

Finally, no one in the advance slave army could not help but roar first, passing all the fear of death in his heart, becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back. Countless slave army immediately retreated and crawled backwards as they had come.

"hateful!"

Bihansi looked at his troops stopping at the second wire mesh entrance again, and then retreated like a tide, and patted his palm in anger, his face full of reluctance and anger.

"Who devil came up with such an immoral fortification? He is so skillful and skillful that he doesn't make weapons and armor. He does this kind of thing. Don't let me know who did it, otherwise I will have to peel off his skin!"

On the other side, Samodra, covering his blood-stained ears, looked at the slave who had retreated in fear during the baptism of the arrow rain, cursing and greeting the person who invented the "barbed wire".

"Ah snee..."
Chapter completed!