Shaman from Afar

"Withdraw troops."

Chakal by the bonfire looked down at the thousands of accounted cities still standing proudly under the night, coldly.

"what did you say?!"

The blood-stained Barcelle stared at him in shock, his face cut by a saber twisted slightly, and his teeth gritted.

"I said ..." Chakar slowly returned, staring calmly into the crazy eyes:

"Withdraw troops."

The flag owner of Bailang Banner looked extremely ugly and screamed: "In order to win this **** thousand-account city, we have almost lost nearly 10,000 people, countless weights, and surrounded for three months! "

"Now there is only a small rescuer with more than 10,000 feet. Do you want us to withdraw? Chakal, are you crazy ?!"

"I'm not crazy, I'm calm." Chakal said in a deep voice: "It is precisely because so much sacrifice has been paid, and then it will only be worth the loss; Thousand Account City is ruined under our siege, and its strength is greatly damaged ,that's enough."

"The most important point ... as long as we can't capture the Qiancheng City and destroy the devil at the same time, they can be pinned from both sides, one mile away-this is the purpose of the devil. He wants to hold us down and wait for reinforcements. Suppress us! "

A riot in front of the bonfire, whether it was Chiyan Banner or Bailang Banner, was obviously not satisfied with this explanation.

Especially the Centaur Samurai of Bailang Banner, they made the most effort when attacking the city, and killed the most when they blocked Byrne's army. Now when they want to withdraw, all the previous deaths and injuries have become useless.

The wood-burning bonfire crackled, and Bashay, whose half-face was illuminated, looked cloudy, and bloodshot eyes were filled with resentful anger.

He desperately escaped from strangling on both sides of the Baine army, not for this result.

He wants revenge, he wants revenge, he wants to pull the devil out, and vent his anger in front of all the two feet!

Coldly holding down the group of people behind him who wanted to pounce, Barcey stepped forward coldly, clenching his teeth and waiting for the expressionless Chiyan Banner Master:

"Chakar, I must explain to me today, why do we have to listen to you, otherwise ..."

"Snapped--!"

The **** battle axe hit Chacar's shoulder, and the blade of the axe touched his neck: "I can't guarantee that I will cut your head with a slip!"

A stern and low roar echoed by the campfire, and the Bailang Banner in the darkness clenched their weapons, staring at him fiercely.

Even the tribes of the Chiyan Banner also shouldered their shoulders. They didn't care that their banner owner was threatened by the other party, and watched indifferently.

Feeling the cold front on the side of his neck, and the shoulder that was almost broken by Barsay, Chacar still looked at him expressionlessly, his voice calm:

"Trust me, Barsay, I want to win Thousand Account City more than you-you forgot who selected you from the next four flags, and besieged Thousand Account City with him?"

"Don't you think I am distressed to see those losses?" Chakal asked back, his slightly hoarse voice still cold: "But this is war, not a duel; this thing is unreasonable!"

"Before you asked me why I was desperate to siege the city, because I saw the hope of winning; now that the hope is gone, the fight will only make our people die, and finally besieged and strangled by two people. Only! "

Barceille's teeth were clenched, and the right hand clutching the axe still showed no signs of loosening.

"You guys!"

Chakar suddenly turned his head and glanced around the campfire for a week: "You are all warriors of the White Wave Banner and the Red Flame Banner. You have all proven your loyalty and blood bravery on the battlefield!"

"As your banner master! Hepaoze! My responsibility is to bring you victory again and again; but before that, I want to make sure you all can live."

"The warriors who can fight blood in adversity are certainly admirable, but they know they are still dead on the battlefield. That is not a warrior, it is a brainless idiot, and I will never let you go to die!"

There was silence in the darkness around the campfire.

The ministries on both sides looked at each other, I wonder if it was Chakal's "headless idiot" that made them more concerned, or "survival" was more attractive.

But one thing ... Although they are still not satisfied, Chakal really makes sense; it is not in the style of a four-hoofed man to die in vain.

Swarming in the wind and dispersing birds and beasts in the wind, this is the biggest "characteristic" of the centaur.

For a time, the atmosphere finally eased a lot, and private whispers could already be heard in many quiet corners of the darkness.

The most important point is that for three full months of siege, the Centaur samurai of the two flags had already begun to get bored and had enough loot-and they also knew that even if they had beaten the thousand-accounted city, in the end this Their relationship is not great.

Reluctance to give up is nothing more than a question of honor except to feel able to win ... The retreat is gray, and the two flags' members must have a dull face in front of the other flags.

"So ... as long as we can have the army of the devil and more than 10,000 bipeds in other areas, Thousand Accounts City can still be beaten down?" Barsaiye, who was about to break apart, said in a low voice:

"If we can mobilize all the ministries of the two flags to encircle him on the grassland tonight and kill them completely, will Qianqiancheng still be able to fight down?"

"Yes, but it is destined to cause heavy casualties." Chakal nodded and replied calmly: "He must know that we might do this, and he must be prepared."

Barsay took a deep breath, withdrew his long-handled axe, and gave it a hard blow on the ground!

"clang--!"

A heavy loud noise echoed over the Centaur camp for a long time.

"Then let's kill them all!" Baseye yelled angrily. "Forty thousand troops, forcibly crossed the river, surrounded the devil and his ministries, and then killed to nothing!"

"Just tonight!"

The area around the campfire suddenly became quiet.

Basseille raised his head sharply, his **** eyes staring at Chakar's expressionless face: "What do you say, Chacar?"

"Are you determined to be like a coward, and now you will run away with your red flames of the Yan Yan Banner; or with our Bailang Banner, wash the shame that you were defeated by the devil before?"

At this moment, all eyes were on Chacar again.

"Then ask?"

With a cold expression, Chacar suddenly smiled, stepped forward and pressed Barsayer's shoulder, and said softly: "How could I drop my brother and run alone?"

Basay was surprised, then opened his mouth and raised the battle axe together with Chakal. The two flag masters shouted in unison: "Kill both feet off!"

"Kill the two-legged man —————————— !!!!!!”

The wave-like cry, echoed for a long time, resounded through the clouds.

In this loud slogan, the army of centaurs who had experienced the **** battle during the day began to mobilize again, screaming bloodthirstyly, roaring towards the river to gather, and the ecstatic appearance seemed to have won the victory.

Looking at the figure of Barsay's going away, Chacar sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Banzhu, the ministries are ready."

The Chiyan Banner guard who had just been on the side of the "cold onlookers" stepped forward and stood behind him respectfully: "According to your previous command, everyone will slow down during the war; when Bailangqi crosses the river, we will retreat . "

"Can you guarantee not to be found?"

"No problem, some of the leaders of Bailang Banner were bought by us-they promised to wait until the end of this war, and they will become the robes of Chiyan Banner with the people below." The cold face appeared on the guard's face laugh:

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Chacar was not sure, looking at the beacon in the distance, he still felt a pity.

If there is a chance, he really wants to face a fair blood fight with the devil.

It's ... so sorry.

"Although I don't know your name, I know your surname is Turin." Looking down, Chacar murmured to himself, "Be prepared, take the name I handed over ' Victory 'gift, my friend I have never met. "

"This will be your last victory!" ...

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