When this sound first appeared, it was still on the building boat below.
Halfway through, it actually came from the back of my head!
The Demon Falcon King turned around in shock. A human with a white face and no beard, wearing a red python robe, was standing on its back, looking at it with a smile.
It was none other than Jia Hongyi, the chief eunuch of Daqing's ceremonial department and the internal minister.
After the shock, comes the rage.
The majestic King of Demonic Falcons was actually ridden on his back by a mere blood food?
Subconsciously, the Demon Falcon King pecked out the thorn.
The insignificant blood food, since it has been brought to you, let me appetize it to you.
Buzz!
"..."
The powerful force was eliminated, and the Demon Falcon King's already small mind suddenly went blank.
That thin human race actually held his sharp beak firmly with only one hand!
"Well, this piece is too hard to swallow."
Jia Hongyi shook her head and exerted force on her palms.
Bang~!
The beak of the Demonic Falcon King, which is powerful enough to crack mountains and crack rocks, and is comparable to a magical weapon, actually exploded with just a squeeze!
Ga————!
A shrill scream rang out, and the Demon Falcon King shook his body crazily in the high air, trying to throw away the human on his back.
But no matter how violently it bumped, the man in the python robe seemed to be embedded in his back, motionless and showing no intention of falling down.
"Roasting a bird is a delicate job. You have to take your time. This first step..."
Jia Hongyi bent down, grabbed a hard and sharp feather, and pulled it hard: "Of course it was plucked."
The Demon Falcon King was in pain, and seeing that he was no longer able to defeat the human race, he began to flap his wings desperately and flew towards the north at high speed.
It was born in the Holy Mountain of the Barbarians, and has a deep understanding of how many powerful beings there are.
It believed that as long as it flew back to the Holy Mountain, the fate that awaited this human race would definitely be ten thousand times more miserable than its own.
"So smart?"
Jia Hongyi saw the plan of the Demon Falcon King immediately, and said: "If we go to Langjuxu Mountain, I will definitely not be able to eat the roasted bird. I might even be roasted. Forget it, God
If you have good moral character, I will let you go."
After saying that, Jia Hongyi took a deep leap and jumped directly from a height of several hundred feet.
When the Demon Falcon King turned around to look, he found that the falling human race was still smiling and waving to him.
It's like saying goodbye.
Looking at the human race with great hatred, the Demon Falcon King headed straight to the north.
"Hey~ I really want to eat something that is half demon but not demon?"
Jia Hongyi smiled disdainfully and floated down, landing accurately on the deck of a building ship.
"Lord Governor, do you need me to catch up?"
The man in a bloody cloak knelt on one knee.
"You think I can't kill it?"
Jia Hongyi glanced at the man with disdain and waved her hand, "Go and drive these stinky Northlanders away and let them go back to where they came from."
"This... His Majesty's will..."
The man raised his head in shock and met Jia Hongyi's somewhat unhappy gaze. He quickly buried his head deeply and said, "I obey!"
………
Barbarian royal court.
The Demon Falcon King has been carried down to be fed, and the old Barbarian Emperor is closing his eyes tightly, digesting the scene that came from the Demon Falcon King.
The Six Barbarian Kings waited quietly.
About a quarter of an hour later, the old emperor suddenly opened his eyes: "Shen Tiannan, he must be dead!"
"Huang, what did you see?"
King Yebuhan asked aloud.
"If it's just the Chisong Army that hunkers down and defends, you won't believe that Shen Tiannan is dead."
The old barbarian emperor's dark brown pupils contained excitement, "Then... what about the large-scale evacuation of the Qing people?"
"Mass evacuation?!"
King Keqili stood up suddenly and paced back and forth in the palace: "Evacuate... This must be because they are afraid of the warriors of our Holy Clan. So... Shen Tiannan is really dead?!"
"Absolutely right!"
The old barbarian emperor nodded.
"if it is like this……"
King Zahash thought thoughtfully: "Are the Qing people planning to completely abandon the north like they did hundreds of years ago?"
"Can't wait any longer, Emperor!"
King Yebuhan slammed the wooden case and almost jumped up, "Now they must know that we have discovered that the Wei River has stopped flowing. If we don't take action, we will get nothing!"
"The Wei River is cut off and Shen Tiannan dies! This is the opportunity given to the Holy Clan by the Great God!"
King Tarba also said, "With so many people evacuating, it will definitely not take a day or two. As long as we send troops now, we can at least get enough salt, iron and other materials for three years!"
"good!"
The Barbarian Emperor also stood up, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "I plan to lead the 300,000 men of the Imperial Court Headquarters to go south in person. Is there anyone else with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the kings rushed to his side.
"The Yebuhan tribe will contribute 250,000 yuan!"
"Tat pull out 150,000!"
"Two hundred thousand from Zahash's department!"
"..."
Dong Dong~
The scepter paused, and the old barbarian emperor said with a dark face: "When will so many people gather together? Each ministry should contribute 100,000."
The kings looked at each other, each with a look of dissatisfaction flashing across them.
The Barbarian Emperor has stayed in the Holy Mountain for so many years and never showed up when times were tough. Now that he sees food in front of him, he jumps out to eat fat?
Talking about the gathering time is just an excuse.
As shameless as humans!
However, dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction. The Barbarian Emperor will always be the Barbarian Emperor. They can only grit their teeth and admit it, otherwise they may not get any benefits at all.
"that……"
At this time, King Algon suddenly said, "Your Majesty, our troops are too far apart, so we won't go this time to avoid delaying the march."
"Um?"
The old barbarian emperor frowned and glanced at King Algong, and said: "For the spared one hundred thousand, each ministry will make up for it, and the Tarba tribe will assemble within two days."
"yes!"
When the kings left, they looked at Prince Algon with naked contempt.
I have never fought against Shen Tiannan, so I am so scared to death.
Even less courageous than a dry rabbit.
Faced with the contempt of the other kings, Algon turned a blind eye and leisurely headed further north.
He didn't know whether Shen Tiannan was really dead or faked.
But he was sure that even if Shen Tiannan died, he would never leave any options behind.
Maybe what awaits the Holy Clan army is Shen Tiannan, the human military god’s last plan?
Ah sneeze~
The top of the nameless canyon.
A thin old man sneezed.
Wu Ding looked shocked, but at the same time a little worried: "General, have you... caught the cold?"
How could a martial arts expert in the Sixth Realm contract cold?
Could it be that the general's injury is not improving at all like he thought?
"Haha, maybe someone in Beijing misses me."
The old man waved his hand indifferently.
If Su Ping were here at this moment, his jaw might drop in shock.
This old man was exactly the one he regarded as the 'oral addict'.
In addition to this old man, there were also piles of soldiers with guns and armor on the top of the mountain.
The armor on these soldiers is dark red in color, which is the standard armor of the Akamatsu Army!
The old man looked down the canyon: "Unfortunately, the total number of pro-army troops is only 60,000. It is difficult to completely annihilate the barbarian brigade."
"Severe damage will be enough, but total annihilation...will not be good for the general."
Wu Ding said in a deep voice.
"Heh, these words alone are enough to chop off your head."
The old man twitched his lips, "What did Lou Guan say?"
"Ha, General, you don't know, when Lou Guan saw your token, he almost cried out of his lungs."
Wu Ding chuckled, "I didn't expect to see this side of that old boy."
"Seriously."
The old man frowned.
"Uh...yes."
Wu Ding looked solemn, "I have already ordered the Chisong Army to go down and completely obey the command of Lou Guan, and Lou Guan has also issued a military order that they will never withdraw from the grassland until the Yebuhan tribe's demon horse farm is completely destroyed."
"Okay! As long as this demon horse farm is taken away, I, Daqing, will be at a disadvantage again!"
The old man clenched his fist fiercely and looked far into the distance.
"Now, let's see if that old friend will be tempted."