indianbanksassociation Chapter 127: Qing'er is being watched, and the Barbarian King imitates her
Chapter 127: Qing'er is being watched, and the Barbarian King imitates her
Chapter 127: Qing'er is being watched, and the Barbarian King imitates her
"This matter started because of Mr.
The Barbarian King stopped talking after this.
He just looked calmly at the man in Confucian robes in the tent.
"Your Majesty, do you want me to help you stop the Black Ice Platform?" The man in the Confucian robe raised his eyebrows and saw what the Barbarian King was thinking at a glance.
"Yes."
The Barbarian King nodded after hearing this.
He did not hide the fact: "Those who came this time include not only the 100,000 brave cavalrymen under Huo Qubing, but also the three guards of the Black Ice Platform, with a total number of no less than 3,000."
"He's getting serious."
The man in the Confucian robe narrowed his eyes when he heard that, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that just a simple test would cause such a commotion.
Not only did a hundred thousand brave cavalrymen from the Northern Territory come.
Of the sixteen guards on the Black Ice Platform, three have also arrived.
"No wonder these 100,000 brave cavalrymen came to the royal court without any warning." The man in Confucian robe said, and the smile that had been on the corner of his mouth faded, and a hint of solemnity appeared on his elegant face.
Obviously, the ability of the Black Ice Platform.
It exceeded his expectations.
Think about it.
The man in the Confucian robe raised his head, looked at the Barbarian King and said slowly: "If it is just this matter, I can help."
"Thank you sir."
Upon seeing this, the Barbarian King breathed a sigh of relief.
He bowed to him and said, "There is no time to lose. I will not bother you any more. Goodbye."
"Your Majesty, please go."
After the Barbarian King bowed and left.
Suddenly, there was one more person in the tent.
This man was dressed in white, his temples were gray, but his face was ruddy, his eyes were bright, and he held a three-foot green sword in his hand, revealing his sharp aura.
Obviously a swordsman.
After this person appeared, he frowned and looked at the man in Confucian robes.
He asked in a deep voice: "Sir, do we really want to help the barbarians to deal with that person?"
"This matter must have been caused by me." The man in the Confucian robe nodded and looked at the old man in white and said, "This time, you will take action."
"Yes."
The old man in white bowed in response.
Slowly left the tent.
"Jiang Xuan, ah Jiang Xuan, what kind of person are you? I have seen countless people, but I have never been unable to see through a person as I am today." The man in the Confucian robe said, slowly raising his eyes and looking through the big tent.
Looking up at the sky from afar.
On the sky, a woman in a plain green dress with an extremely cold aura, holding a green sword in her hand, with a face as clear as autumn water, slowly walked towards them in the air.
"The pinnacle of heaven and man."
After just one glance, the man in the Confucian robe looked away.
He shook his head and smiled, "Such a person, no matter in which era, is a peerless figure who is unrivaled in the world. Even in my current state, I am no match for him."
"Then, let's stay out of the spotlight for now."
The man in the Confucian robe said this and sighed again.
He said regretfully: "It's a pity that the barbarians have too many internal problems to be completely unified. It's hard to find out the true strength of Jiang Xuan just by relying on the barbarian king's lineage. What a pity."
The moment his voice fell.
The figure in the big tent has disappeared without leaving any trace.
It's like it never happened.
Simultaneously.
Qing'er, who was walking in the air from the sky, felt something when the man in the Confucian robe raised his eyes and looked at her from afar. She frowned slightly and looked at Wang Ting in surprise: "Is someone spying?"
However, before Qing'er could find the person who was peeping.
That glimpse of peeping has disappeared.
"illusion?"
Qing'er's pretty face sank slightly.
I didn't think that the previous feeling of being spied on was an illusion.
“Are there celestial beings among the barbarians?”
With this in mind, Qing'er kept a watchful eye on it, but she didn't take it too seriously.
Although the peeping person hid himself very well, Qing'er could still detect it.
This person is no match for me.
Even if there are celestial beings among the barbarians, if they dare to show up, just kill them with a sword. Why waste your time on them?
Think about it.
Qing'er withdrew her thoughts and stood in the sky with the sword in her arms.
He looked down at the Barbarian King's Court from a high position, his cold eyes filled with chilliness: "It's about to begin."
At this time, outside the royal court.
As the snow melts, green grass once again replaces the white grassland.
Huo Qubing led 100,000 brave cavalrymen under his command to attack.
It was dusty and the noise was huge.
'Tap tap tap'
The sound of heavy horse hooves.
And the murderous aura that was enough to make one's heart tremble with fear made the many generals who led their troops out to stop Huo Qubing's attack have shock in their eyes.
The Knights of the North.
Among Dawu, Dali, Dawei, and even Nanyue, his reputation may not be obvious.
But on this grassland.
But it has a terrible reputation and can stop babies from crying.
Especially, the person leading the army this time was Huo Qubing, the one who once led only 7,000 cavalrymen, and fought his way in and out of the 300,000-strong barbarian army seven times without a scratch.
'Gulu.'
Seeing the 100,000 brave cavalry getting closer and closer.
The more than 100,000 barbarian men outside the royal court all swallowed their saliva with difficulty.
Be timid before fighting.
This is a taboo for military strategists.
But when you really face the Northern Cavalry, who in the world would not be afraid?
In the royal court.
After the man in Confucian robe walked out of the tent.
He climbed onto a high platform built of wood. The Barbarian King, who was looking from afar, frowned tightly after seeing the panic on the faces of more than 100,000 soldiers.
He cursed: "A bunch of rubbish."
After cursing, the Barbarian King took a deep breath.
He knew in his heart that with only a few hundred thousand men, they could not stop the Northern Border Cavalry under Huo Qubing's command.
He immediately shouted, "Someone come here."
The moment his voice fell.
Behind him came a general with a burly figure, a fierce look, wearing black armor and holding a 10-foot-long spear. He said in a thunderous voice: "What do you want, my king?"
"Order the Royal Guards to prepare for battle."
The so-called Royal Guards were nothing more than the 100,000 elite soldiers of the Zar tribe stationed in the royal court. The barbarians had never had any formal organization.
In the royal court, there was no strict hierarchy and clear distinction between civil and military officials as in the Dawu Dynasty. Naturally, there were no official positions.
Barbarians have always been.
They all believe in the idea that the strong are respected. As long as you are strong enough to defeat others or make people afraid of you, you can have a higher status.
Over the years, Zarhan has been determined to change.
Want to change the chaotic situation within the barbarians.
But after several years, the results were extremely mediocre. After much tinkering, they finally only managed to come up with a royal guard and a so-called prime minister.
He was the one who appointed the Prime Minister in his capacity as the Barbarian King.
The person who was awarded the title was a man from his Zhar tribe who was considered to have some literary talent, named Zharyan.
However, Zaryan only holds the position of prime minister in vain.
But he has no power at all, and the other tribes have no respect for him.
Over time.
It became a joke.
When Jiang Xuan learned about this, he sneered at the time and said that the Barbarian King was imitating others ugly.
(End of this chapter)