C1352 Yang Xuan Is Here!
C1352 Yang Xuan Is Here!
As long as they moved out, there were almost no battles that they could not win.
These few years, they had attacked cities and plundered lands. They were all-conquering, and wherever they went, it was as if locusts had flown past. Not a single blade of grass grew.
The bones that had died in their hands piled up like a mountain.
On this land, the name of the Red Knight made people's expressions change when they talked about it.
Countless ferocious enemies knelt in front of them, trembling and crying for mercy.
They seemed to be used to this kind of scene.
So in their opinion, when they attacked Eagle Beak Cliff, those motley crew would definitely kneel on the ground and beg for mercy while trembling.
Then, these emotionless cold-blooded machines would mercilessly chop off their heads one by one.
However, it was only at this moment that they realized they were wrong.
The so-called 'motley crew' in front of them, from the bloodied wounded soldiers to the elderly and children, no one revealed a trace of fear when they saw their arrival.
Everyone's eyes were filled with determination and fearlessness.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
The deputy general who had followed the red armored soldiers couldn't help but ask.
Black Hawk, who was covered in blood, smiled. "Of course I'm afraid. Who doesn't want to live?"
"But why don't you beg for mercy?"
That deputy general said, "As long as you kneel down and beg for mercy, those who didn't participate in the battle might even be forgiven by the sect leader and have a chance to continue living."
After saying this, a contemptuous sneer suddenly sounded out from the crowd.
It was a very ordinary middle-aged woman. She slowly walked out of the crowd and looked at the other with a contemptuous gaze.
For some reason, this group of red armored soldiers, who had killed so many people, actually felt a chill in their hearts when they looked at her.
"I grew up here. Ever since I was born, my clansmen and parents told me that the Red Robed Cult is our master and that the Red Robed Cult Master is our supreme god."
"The Church of the Red Shirt will give us food and clothes to wear. They will also protect us from being bullied by others."
"I have no doubt about this. Like the other clansmen, I have the same concept of living here for the rest of my life."
"But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that what he said was not right at all. What we eat and wear are all the fruits of our labor."
"And not only did the Church of the Red Shirt not give us anything, they even took away most of the fruits of our labor every year. They only left us with some resources that were only enough to survive."
"To protect us from being bullied is even more of a joke. If outsiders came to bully us, I believe that the Church of the Red Shirt would definitely sit back and do nothing."
"But this doesn't mean that it's for us. It's for the Church of the Red Shirt themselves. In their eyes, we aren't humans at all. We're just a bunch of obedient tools."
"We pastures for them, work for them, and work for them. Our ancestors have served them for generations."
"What they eat and wear are the fruits of our labor. So, they didn't give us anything, but took something away from us."
"Who doesn't want to live? But what we want is to live with dignity, and not continue to be a cow or a horse for others!"
"You, Sanzhu Zarro's hawks, do not distinguish right from wrong and help him commit all kinds of evil. Now, you have placed your swords on our necks."
"We are all afraid of death, but we are not afraid of you. You can take away our lives, but you can't take away our determination and dignity!"
"I am uncultured, and I don't even know how to write my own name. But I know that the period of time since I began to resist you is the time I truly live for myself!"
"Compared to continuing to be your cattle and horses, I am more willing to die with dignity. Sanzhu Zarro, the Red Shirt Sect, and you hawk-dogs, you can do whatever you want. You can kill me, but you will never make me yield!"
After saying this, the other tribe members of the Tribal Alliance all took a few steps forward at the same time. They stared at the group of red armored soldiers who had once looked like gods with determined, angry, and disdainful eyes.
Today, they could finally bravely look at this group of people. There was no difference between them and this group of people. They were all humans, and no one was more noble than them!
The deputy general let out a long sigh. In fact, he really wanted to let this group of people live, and he admired their courage and determination.
But he knew that today, this group of people had to die, because he also had his duty, that was to obey any orders from the sect master.
The commander of the red armored soldiers was also moved by the scene in front of him.
But he still had to complete his mission.
The commander pulled out his saber, and his eyes slowly regained their former coldness. Staring at the group of people in front of him, he gritted his teeth and said, "I admire you very much. You are my respected opponents. Don't worry. I will bury all of you. "
After saying that, the commander waved his long blade and said sternly, "Kill!"
Rustle －
All the red armored soldiers were like a group of ferocious beasts. They waved their sabers and rushed toward the opponents whom they respected.
Everyone in the Tribal Alliance was fearless. The children picked up the stones, the elderly held their crutches tightly, and the women tied their hair up, ready to fight at any time.
Black Hawk, Imp Zaar, Little Santo, and the other three leaders stood at the front of the crowd with sabers in their hands. When the enemy was about thirty meters away from them, the three of them suddenly drew their sabers and shouted, "Charge!"
In this battle, they had to defend their own glory.
Even though they already knew what the final outcome would be.
Facing the red armored soldiers, they launched their final charge. This was the greatest glory of their lives!
However, just as the crowd was about to charge forward, an extremely strong wind suddenly blew. A faint voice came from the air, "All of you, retreat."
Black Hawk and the others were stunned. When they realized what had happened, they could not help but be overjoyed, "Commander Yang!"
"Everybody, back up! Commander Yang is here!"
To Black Hawk and the others, this voice was like a long drought meeting rain. It was like a pool of stagnant water that suddenly dropped a huge rock. It became turbulent once again.
This voice made everyone feel at ease. It was as if only Commander Yang was here. Even if the sky fell, Commander Yang would definitely make them safe and sound.
At the same time, the Red Armored Soldiers, who had experienced hundreds of battles, also felt the strong killing intent brought by this gust of wind.
The commander's expression was grave. He hurriedly changed the direction of the attack and faced the direction of this gale. He said in a stern voice, "Prepare to fight!"
The deputy also clenched the saber in his hand tightly. At this moment, he was more excited and expectant.
In fact, from the beginning, he was very curious about the person who could make this group of motley crew ignite their fighting spirit in an instant and turn them from obedient sheep to wild wolves in an instant. Who exactly was this person?
Now, he could finally see the true face of the mountain!