In the north, barbarians without the same command began to defeat.
As a last resort, he had to ask his god to take action to save the defeat.
It was a miserable thing that the barbarians were cheated by Zhao Yang. First, the opponents were changed, and from a cowardly and bullied Song Dynasty to a combat-type Qin that lives by fighting. Later, Zhao Yang used the name of the Heavenly Wolf God to kill hundreds of thousands of strong people and millions of tribesmen.
This year, the flowers and plants in the six counties on the Youyan border are particularly lush.
Now, if you take a breath, you can smell a pungent smell of blood.
It can be imagined what the continuous bloodletting will consume the barbarians.
And this time, because of asking the barbarian gods to cast spells, the northern barbarians collected hundreds of thousands of old and weak, allowing them to walk alone into the colder place in the north.
There is the territory of the cold god.
The barbarian tribe leaders also offered a large number of rare sacrifices, burning a "Tianlang God Realm" and offering sacrifices to the cold god.
The mania caused by the continuous blood draw of barbarians, the red-eyed barbarian rulers, were trying hard to get rid of their background, and they also taught a lesson to the Qin Dynasty, who was reluctant to let go of the barbarians.
With enough sacrifices, the Han God gave Daqin a surprise.
This cold disaster is more than one level larger than Zhao Yang knows. Not only is the northern territory of the Qin Dynasty affected, but even the eastern coastal areas, but also the Western Regions where Zhao Yang is now in, which is also covered with snow at this time, and even a small blow can freeze popsicles.
At the cost of the blood sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of people, the destructive ability shown by the Cold God this time is already close to that of the righteous god in the heavenly court.
Of course, judging from the price this cold god is about to pay, the current scene is not an exaggeration.
In the tent, King Yuchi's face turned red, his eyes stared at Zhao Yang fiercely and said, "Do you think this is a conspiracy of the northern barbarians? Are you deliberately targeting my Yuchi clan?"
"The king of the country is thinking a little bit, and the Yuchi clan is not worthy of the barbarians' actions."
Zhao Yang held a cup of hot tea in his hand and whispered: "Of course, I don't mean to underestimate the Lord of Yuchi. It's just that this time the barbarians made great wars and asked the evil god to take action. The cost of such a large price should be aimed at all countries in the south of the barbarians."
Zhao Yang was quite calm on his expression. He knew that at this time, the real person of the Yuanshen who claimed to be a Heavenly Master in Longhu Mountain might have arrived at the Qin Palace in Yandu. In less than two days, a large number of Yuanshen monks would go north to find the barbarian gods to have a good chat.
From a border prefecture that everyone ignores, it has become a group of ethnic groups on this continent.
The barbarians are trying to lift the plate!
The situation is broken, which is not good for the barbarians. You just start to grow and make a frost in the air, and don’t ask them if they agree?
As for the agreement between them and the northern barbarians?
Your barbarians cannot defeat the Qin Dynasty. You can't think of letting us Han monks be traitors and helping you to rebel against your own family, right?
Besides, we didn't foul and helped. No matter what, you shouldn't smash the plate, right?
You are in trouble, this is your bad life...
Zhao Yang could guess what the thoughts of the soul monks in the Central Plains were, but he naturally would not say these words to Lord Yuchi.
A king of Yuchi who has resentment towards the northern barbarians is the good king of Yuchi that the Great Qin needs.
As for whether this Yuchi king would resent the Qin Dynasty?
You ask Li Liang, do he care about the King of Qin?
There are people all over the world who want to rebel, and he is the only one of the kings of Yuchi, and Li Liang really doesn't care at all.
Let’s not talk about these for now, I will only talk about the lieutenant of the king’s tent, the king’s tent, and when he was worried about his own people, he kept arguing about Zhao Yang:
"You have known for a long time that such a situation will be wrong?"
"I don't know."
Zhao Yang's character continues to drink milk tea.
"Don't think too much about the kingdom. The Qin Dynasty has many free lands, and the number of Qin people may not be as high as that of Yuchi. I was ordered to come and ask Yuchi to move eastward. It is also the intention of the King of Qin. The king also needs to use the Yuchi clan to restrain the large number of Song people."
When Zhao Yang heard that he was heartbroken and confused, Yuchi Kingdom, who was already confused, couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Is this Daqin priest talking so real?
He really dares to say anything, and he is not afraid that after entering Qin, he will say these words to those Song people?
Or, the person in front of him is not afraid of him saying this?
After hesitating for a moment, Master Yuchi, who was thinking about the foreigners in his heart, gritted his teeth: "Now, no matter what else, I just want to ask Lord Jijiu, is there any way to save the Yuchi people who were tortured by the cold god?"
"have."
"Speak quickly!"
"You can't do it."
Putting down the tea bowl in his hand, Zhao Yang said expressionlessly: "There are many ways. The most convenient way is to hold a knife on Han Shen's neck, so that Han Shen can take the initiative to recover the losses of the cold disaster."
"you!!!"
"Don't be angry, what I'm talking about is the fact... Well, Lord Yuchi, don't be angry first, put down the knife in your hand, you can't beat me.
I also asked the king to order the Yuchi clan to do his best to let the Yuchi clan survive for a few days. I think that my great Qin monks have now headed north and this cold disaster will be solved by themselves in no time."
Speaking of which, this is enough. After explaining the monks' sect of the Qin Dynasty to Lord Yuchi, Zhao Yang bowed to him and walked out of the tent step by step.
Leave the time for Lord Yuchi to deal with the physical objects.
Get out of the tent.
When I opened the curtain, a cold wind blew into the game character's robes.
In front of me, the goose feather-like university was sandwiched in the biting north wind, and the sky and the earth were covered with snow.
The Yuchi clan who set up camp next door here was very miserable.
The army responsible for transporting the bodies has hardly stopped from night to now.
The frozen corpses were pulled away from Zhao Yang and burned. The soldiers responsible for transporting the corpses could not see their faces, but from their eyes, Zhao Yang could see sadness and despair.
If this is really a game, Zhao Yang would have seen the morale of these NPCs drop sharply. They were frostbite buffs, and from time to time, a red hp-1 symbol appeared on their heads.
Unfortunately, this game is too real for Zhao Yang.
"Hello, hey, cold god!"
A killing intent flashed in his eyes, and Zhao Yang's disgust aggravated a little for some evil gods who thought he could control some.
Walking through the convertible, Zhao Yang controlled the character to walk into his room. In the room, the school of the hunting camp, the lieutenant-level officer had been waiting for a long time.
"Salute to wine..."
"Don't talk nonsense, let the brothers in the hunting camp help the Yuchi tribe survive this cold wave. When they are sent to Qin soil, we will have fun with the evil gods in the north.
Haha, cold god!
Chapter completed!