Bright Era

The patriarchs yelled out loudly for you and me, and soon they reached an agreement-taking advantage of the opportunity of the heavy snow to block the grassland, taking advantage of the time when the control of Dahan and the princes over their tribes weakened to the limit, Everyone cares about his three-seven-one, take all the tribe, roll up all the belongings, and develop all the way to the Eastern Great Plains!

Most of the countries in the Eastern Great Plains have been razed, and everyone rushes over with their tribesmen, and there is no risk at all. Find a place with fertile land and set up a camp. As soon as the spring begins, the tribe will rush to the west. The first tribe to rush into the core hinterland of the western continent will definitely burst into wealth!

The more the patriarchs discussed, the more excited they were. They joked about how much they could pull out after the spring, how much wealth they could rob, and their muscles were trembling with excitement.

"Think about it, everyone. The adults of the temple have sent so many khanates to attack the West, so many tribal armies are mixed together, who can tell who is the soldier? Hey, as long as you don’t be too honest, take those The trophies are transported back to the Khanate for those greedy sweats to distribute with the princes. Those trophies are our own!"

The patriarchs glanced at each other, and a bold young man murmured: "When we reach the Eastern Great Plains, what is the difficulty for everyone to join hands and establish another Khanate? In this case, all the spoils of war are not their own. Now? No need to conceal the spoils!"

Establish another Khanate!

Yes, so many tribes have joined forces. After so long of looting, everyone has so many spoils. As long as a few years of effort, the strength of the tribe will become stronger and stronger. The strength of establishing a new Khanate is Absolutely.

The eyes of the patriarchs of hundreds of tribes suddenly lit up, and their discussions became more and more exciting.

A few days later, in the heavy snow, many nomadic tribes, large and small, came out of camp. They drove a large group of livestock, drove a huge carriage to form a huge team, and drove mightily to the west. If the gods look down from a high altitude, you can see that there are at least thousands of such tribes. They form a line, form a face, form a large piece of black, they break the snow, they tear apart The gust of wind, like a group of greedy hungry wolves, kept marching westward.

Compared with the barren Continental Bridge, the eastern plains are too fertile.

There is no doubt that the Eastern Great Plains are not enough to accommodate so many nomadic tribes migrating at the same time. In order to establish roots in the Eastern Great Plains and establish their own Khanate in the Eastern Great Plains, these nomadic tribes will eventually erupt into an annexation. **** battle.

But this will undoubtedly have to wait until the end of this war. If these nomadic tribes can conquer the Western Continent, a war between them is inevitable.

When the big sweats on the Continental Bridge learned that the nomadic tribes under their control had begun a large-scale migration, these big sweats became furious, and immediately sent their elite troops to find a few chickens to kill. Show it to the monkey. But in the face of the snow-frozen grassland and the migrating behaviors of thousands of tribes and tribes at the same time, these profuse sweats can only express their anger to the heavens.

The first fusion between the Continental Bridge and the Western Continent occurred because of the greed and impulse of the nomads.

This sudden situation was so hasty and abrupt, and the heavy snow caused great obstacles. When the first batch of migrating nomadic tribes set foot on the land of the Eastern Great Plain, the high level of the temple headed by Yin Qingyue got the news. They were only caught off guard by this matter for a while, and they could not think of a countermeasure!

The nomads have the habit of chasing water weeds and wandering everywhere, and their migration to the eastern plains is understandable.

But thousands of nomadic tribes belonging to dozens of large and small khanates at the same time ignored them, and migrated to the eastern plain without any overall arrangements. This problem has completely arisen-this It means that those khanates have completely lost control of those nomadic tribes. When these nomadic tribes are scattered in chaos, where do you go to find those tribes under your control?

Not to mention the chaotic Continental Bridge, the Eastern Continent was also caught in a strange shock or even panic at this moment.

Forbidden Los Angeles, this is the unlucky capital of a small kingdom on the verge of the Blood Qin Empire in the Eastern Continent. A small town with a population of less than one million is now besieged by more than one million Blood Qin Corps. Hundreds of heavy trebuchets madly smashed the stone bullets against the city wall from all directions, smashing the wall with rubble splashing, and the defenders who dared to climb to the top of the city were smashed to pieces.

Seven days ago, the governor of a certain province of the Blood Qin Empire randomly found an excuse that the 18th generation ancestor of the king of this small kingdom had stolen a pair of golden bowls from one of the governor’s ancestors and brazenly launched millions. The army invaded this hapless little country.

In just seven days, all the land in this small country with a population of less than 30 million fell, and more than 20 small cities were captured. Only the Forbidden City of Los Angeles was faltering under the siege of a million troops. If it hadn’t been for the king’s young daughter to be born beautifully, and the eunuch’s name and surname demanded that the little princess be captured alive and sent to Shuangyang Chilong City to please Yingzheng, this small city would have long been razed. draw.

In the palace in Los Angeles, the unlucky old king looked at the princes and princesses who were kneeling in front of him with dementia. He didn't even have the strength to cry.

In the past seven days, he has written to the high-ranking Governor Xueqin 18 times in a row, praying to be a obedience to the Blood Qin Empire, and only wishing to be a wealthy man will be content. But the Governor of Xueqin flagrantly rejected his request for surrender on the grounds of ‘training needs’.

"The ancestors of the past generations have been overwhelmed with thorns and thorns, and they have worked hard for a hundred years. It is easy to break into this foundation. The provincial governors of Xueqin districts are just training soldiers, so they can easily approach the capital." The old king's face has a dull death. , Said slowly: "If Fei Er and the younger sister were the ones named by them, they were afraid that the life of Er and the younger sister would be injured by the insurgency. For fear that it would be forbidden to Los Angeles, it would have become a dead place!"

"Hey, training, training, wait and see, the battle conditions under the city in the past few days are really just for training! Every day we take turns to fight, even if we attack the wall, we turn around and leave, giving us enough time to repair the wall. They just Training soldiers!"

The old king let out a long breath, waved and drew his sword, and threw it heavily on the ground.

"Xin'er, the father is incompetent, but he can't protect you. You were spoiled since childhood. If you were sent to the **** Qin imperial city, how can you stand such humiliation? It's better to die, and our family together We died cleanly, but we were also born full of people in the city to suffer disasters with us!"

Kneeling in the main hall, but the fifteen-year-old little princess was so scared that she knelt on the ground trembling, but she couldn't say a word. The old king looked desperately at the little princess who had been doted since he was a child, and shook his head helplessly: "Go to someone, help your little girl, and the whole family will die together. It's also lively and no longer lonely."

There was dead silence in the hall. Suddenly the stone bombs from the trebuchet from outside disappeared without a trace. Then countless people exclaimed in unison, a **** wearing scarlet red Under the guard of dozens of golden armored warriors, the robe-colored Blood Qin Inner Supervisor drifted straight down in front of the hall in a violent wind.

"Your Majesty's oracle, you wait..."

The inmate opened his hand with a yellow sacred edict. He originally wanted to declare his will to the old king and the relatives of the emperor in the hall, but he thought about it again. There are not enough 30 million people. A small kingdom, not as large as the Blood Qin Empire, has a large population under the rule of a capital city. Where are there so many red tapes and their noise?

To waste celestial etiquette in such a small place is really to show the blind to the blind.

"You don't need to subdue your country, but all your troops are mobilized, follow the command of the generals appointed by my Xueqin, and quickly march west. Your country has 100,000 troops, but my **** Qin killed more than 70,000, leaving 30,000. All people are dispatched."

"Your country still has one hundred thousand people, bring your own rations, and at the same time prepare enough food, grass, and military resources to be consumed by the army of one million in a year, and go with my blood. If you can't get everything in one day, the whole country will slaughter the chickens. Do not keep the dog!"

The internal supervisor's words were full of anger, without the slightest politeness. But to the old king and his children, it was undoubtedly pleasant to the ears. The old king jumped up and respectfully welcomed the inner prison and a group of **** soldiers into the hall, and respectfully invited them to sit down.

Afterwards, the old king gave out a series of instructions as if he had been beaten with blood, with his hands all red and dancing.

The only remaining 30,000 Kingdom Army in the city, carrying a full set of ordnance, obediently walked out of the Forbidden City to accept the reorganization of the Blood Qin Army. A huge ultra-long-distance teleportation array has been prepared in the Xueqin army camp, and the 30,000 kingdom army has entered the teleportation array and was instantly teleported without a trace.

In just one hour, 100,000 civilians were properly prepared. A large amount of food, grass, and military resources were loaded into carts, dragged by tens of thousands of mules and horses, and also sent into the teleportation circle. Then the old king exhausted all the treasury and wiped out his home base, finally in exchange for the happy smile of the inner prison and the blood Qin generals.

Not only in Forbidden Los Angeles, but also in those small kingdoms that the Blood Qin Empire was attacking, such things happened at the same time.

The angels of the Blood Qin Empire announced Ying Zheng's decree. All the troops of all the small kingdoms that were about to be destroyed were incorporated into the blood Qin Empire's army, and they were moved by the teleportation circle. I don't know where. These small kingdoms used all their strength to scavenge all of the country's food, grass, military resources, and arrows, and mobilize a large number of civil servants to leave the **** Qin Empire to expel. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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