Six

He recalled an ancient story from "The Tale of King Xun" and shuddered intensely

"We cannot open the city!" The head of the Ochi family shouted, "Can't you see? This is a trick by the Shuo Bei people! Once we open the city, they will take the opportunity to launch an attack!"

Bimo Gan and the nobles hurriedly ascended the city walls, gazing out to see tens of thousands of troops from the northern army gathering outside the north gate. They raised over ten thousand red-brown banners, making the snow-covered ground appear as if it were drenched in fresh blood

This ... ... '' left Mogang stunned

Bukhara stood in the snow, with blood-stained icicles hanging from the wound on his left arm, and his right arm barely able to hold up the bow to keep him upright. Yet he knew he could not stand for long; his body was slowly growing cold, and the spine of the fine bow had already begun to emit the mournful sound of impending fracture

He leaned back weakly and fainted.

That is the circle of divine punishment of King Xun. " Xu Da Khan said softly

He will ... ... massacre the city

They are going to attack the city! All able-bodied men should gather at the north gate, armed with bows! The more arrows, the better!" Guimu said

Mengle Huo'er looked at Bula with great interest, while Bula returned the gaze with a cold and piercing look

Are they going to... attack the city?" Bimogan felt a shiver in his heart

"You are not a hero at all." Bu Hualu finally thought of a retort.

The Northern Capital is doomed... doomed!" The master of the Ochi family suddenly shouted in anger, "My lord, do you now realize what you have done wrong?"

The wolf cavalry remained silent, their cold, hard faces devoid of any expression

How will he do it

"No, if we were to attack the city, we would have done so yesterday," said Xu Dahuan. "The Wolf Lord does not seem like someone who enjoys playing such tricks."

Eridun Dali! Bimogan shouted, "What are you trying to do?"

He was about to die, indifferent to Meng Lehuo's furious beheading of him. This was the last thing he could do; he wished to use it to appease his deceased companions

A profound silence enveloped the castle walls, as the warriors bowed their heads

"Men of Qingyang, you will no longer live to see the next season of melting snow!" Outside the city, Mengle Huo'er suddenly roared.

In Bimogan's voice, there was a hint of tremor, "Guimu, take a few people down. As soon as the city gate opens, bring General Buhlazhi in."

Menglehuoer let out a low sigh, gazing into the distance, and fell silent for a moment. "Nowadays, everyone on the grassland knows that Menglehuoer Woe'erhan and his warriors are a band of devils. They violate other people's women, seize the children born from them, and train them into murderous wolf cavalry. The mere mention of the White Wolf Brigade makes children afraid to cry. But thirty years ago, before we were defeated by Guole'er, we were not like this. They violate other people's women, seize the children born from them, and train them into murderous wolf cavalry. The mere mention of the White Wolf Brigade makes children afraid to cry. But thirty years ago, before we were defeated by Guole'er, we were not like this. At that time, every warrior under my command had his own home, wife, children, and livestock. After that battle, the descendants of the wolf cavalry completely lost these, and we became lonely beasts on the ice plains"

He sincerely felt a sense of relief, for he could mock Menglehuoer’s solitude. He had thought that having lost his bow and arrow, as well as an arm, he would be powerless to attack this formidable old man, but now he realized that words could suffice. As long as Menglehuoer felt lonely, there would still be cracks in his seemingly indestructible, devilish heart. A surge of vengeful pleasure welled up within Bula, and he intended to use the most ferocious language, transforming it into a sharp chisel, to carve a notch in that old man's heart, digging deep, drawing forth blood. Thus, there would still be cracks in his seemingly indestructible, devilish heart. A surge of vengeful pleasure welled up within Bula, and he intended to use the most ferocious language, transforming it into a sharp chisel, to carve a notch in that old man's heart, digging deep, drawing forth blood.

Meng Le Huo Er said he had a message for the Great Lord: "The voice of Bu Hualu is like a thread of silk, he has come only for revenge, nothing else matters."

A gap opened in the main formation of the Shuo North, and a figure was pushed out from within. He lowered his head, staggering through the snow, as if he might fall at any moment. Bi Mogan gradually began to see his face more clearly; it was indeed Bu Hualu. However, Bi Mogan felt no joy in his heart. Behind Bu Hualu, he dragged a long chain, composed of countless human heads. The long hair of those heads was divided into two strands, tied together, with one end tied to Bu Hualu's hair. The cruel chain seemed to stretch endlessly; it appeared that as long as Bu Hualu continued to walk, the chain would never break, with each link representing a deceased person from Qingyang. Outside the city lay the corpses of tens of thousands of Qingyang people, and if the Shuo North people wished, they could have Bu Hualu drag that chain until death, always able to sever new heads to add to it.

The Circle of Divine Punishment, which had disappeared for five hundred years, reappeared on the grassland, but it was brought forth by the devilish man Mengle Huo'er. He would carry out his actions more thoroughly than King Xun, and no one doubts that.

The Wolf Lord has issued an order to escort General Bukhara back to the city!" After he finished speaking loudly, he turned around and returned to his camp

Young people, do you want to provoke an old man with words? Meng Lehuo said, "You do not understand my meaning. Men like us are born on this grassland and have never feared loneliness. When the desire for this world surges within, one will inevitably reach out to seize it. A hero knows everything he might lose before stepping onto the battlefield, yet he will not retreat because of it. Even if he loses his life, there is nothing to be done. Because you cannot withstand that desire. " When the desire for this world surges within, one will inevitably reach out to seize it. A hero knows everything he might lose before stepping onto the battlefield, yet he will not retreat because of it. Even if he loses his life, there is nothing to be done. Because you cannot withstand that desire.

Gui Mu looked towards Bu Hualu's back, and he could roughly recognize that each skull on the chain belonged to a ghost archer warrior. The Shuo Bei people used this cruel method to torment this man. He had no friendship with Bu Hualu, but seeing such a brave clansman reduced to this state filled his heart with bitterness. He severed Bu Hualu's hair with a single stroke, cutting the chain of heads, and carried Bu Hualu back to the city. Just as he slipped in, the massive brass gate trembled and fell with a thunderous roar. He severed Bu Hualu's hair with a single stroke, cutting the chain of heads, and carried Bu Hualu back to the city. Just as he slipped in, the massive brass gate trembled and fell with a thunderous roar. Now, the Qing Yang people could only rely on these heavy city gates.

Meng Le Huo Er smiled again, a smile that was very relaxed

"What does it matter if we are called devils? We have already endured too much suffering and too deep a fear, losing everything and exiling ourselves, waiting in the eternally frozen wasteland for thirty years. Yet I cannot quell my desires; my heart is parched, and only wine and women can provide a slight relief. Do I care about being called a devil?" Menglehuo looked around at his warriors.

"What do you think of Bula?" Guimu held Bula as he ascended the city wall, and Bogan came forward to greet him

"Where did so many red flags come from?" Xu Dahuan said, "Could it be that they intended to dye these red flags last night?"

"Mengle Huo'er ... ... What will he do?" Bimo Gan turned pale upon hearing that terrifying name

My father taught me, "Do not accept the devil's gifts."

On the city wall, only a few hundred Flying Tiger warriors led by Ban Zhalie remained in their positions. Bi Mogan gazed at the retreating figures of the three noble families and suddenly felt an overwhelming fatigue arise from within. He wanted to crouch down and take a good rest.

The esteemed head of the household turned and descended into the city with a thud, followed by the master of the Decker family, along with the warriors from both families. Suddenly, half of the people on the city wall had vanished.

"Do you mean to say that we have created the devil?" The corner of Bu Hualu's mouth twitched as he coldly laughed, "The great hero of the grasslands, Wolf Lord Menglehuo Er · Woerhan, is he trying to shift the blame for his brutal crimes onto his enemies?"

I do not intend to feign kindness to humiliate you; I do this simply because I admire your courage. This is a gift I present with respect. You remind me of Mu Li from many years ago, but unfortunately, he ended up as a dying old dog, which saddens me. " Meng Le Huo Er said, "Do you also wish for death? Because you can no longer shoot arrows?"

Guimu Nayan said, "I should not have come back. My brothers are all dead. Why should I return?"

I did not come here to argue about who is right or wrong," said the Lord of the North Wolf, sitting majestically on the throne, gazing at the sky, "Go back and tell Bimogan Pasul, I have only come for... revenge

He slapped the giant wolf on the neck and turned its head away. The cheers of tens of thousands of men from the North sounded like thunder, as warriors holding red flags emerged from both sides, resembling a great red bird spreading its wings. Every hundred steps or so, they planted a red flag, each pole made from freshly cut dead trees, sharpened at the bottom. The Northern warriors drove them into the ground with their scabbards until the pointed ends pierced the soil beneath the snow. The cavalry galloped around the capital city of the North, the red flags extending with their steps, clearly destined to converge at the southern gate soon. Every hundred steps or so, they planted a red flag, each pole made from freshly cut dead trees, sharpened at the bottom. The Northern warriors drove them into the ground with their scabbards until the pointed ends pierced the soil beneath the snow. The cavalry galloped around the capital city of the North, the red flags extending with their steps, clearly destined to converge at the southern gate soon. These red flags would form a crimson circle, completely surrounding the capital city of the North.

"Why is that? It is because of your ambition! Without ambition, your warriors would not have died in such numbers, you would not have suffered that defeat thirty years ago, and your warriors would not have lost their homes and become beasts! Do you feel lonely? That is what you deserve! You have destroyed your own family... and everything!" No longer able to contain himself, he threw back his head and laughed wildly.

He gazed around, and his brothers lay in the boundless snow, like a flock of dead black crows. The Bone-penetrating Dragon that Mu Li had left for him lay at his feet, already cold, with his family's ancestral quiver hanging from one side of the saddle, still containing twelve broken armor-piercing arrows; he would never be able to shoot these arrows again. The fierce warhorse likely misunderstood his intentions, thinking he was trapped among the enemy and out of arrows, and thus charged in desperately with the arrows. It dodged the giant wolf's sharp claws but could not evade the arrows of the feathered people; a sharp arrow pierced through its chest, leaving only the white tail feather protruding from the outside. The fierce warhorse likely misunderstood his intentions, thinking he was trapped among the enemy and out of arrows, and thus charged in desperately with the arrows. It dodged the giant wolf's sharp claws but could not evade the arrows of the feathered people; a sharp arrow pierced through its chest, leaving only the white tail feather protruding from the outside

I still wish to be deeply nourished, and the only thing that can nourish me now is the blood of you, the people of Qingyang said Mengle Huoer in a low voice

"I will not help you with anything, behead me while I am still alive," said Bukhara.

"Your Highness, did you not once follow the Ninth Prince and clear the Zhenyan faction by the Iron Wire River?" said Xuda Khan. "I believe that for Menglehuo'er, the Northern Capital is merely a trophy. Once he seizes the Northern Capital, he will be the great lord of the grasslands, and the humiliation of having been defeated by your father will be washed away. He does not need this city at all; the White Wolf Brigade lives in the desolate lands of the far north, which is truly Menglehuo'er's home."

He is waiting, waiting for the mighty axe of Menglehuoer to strike, allowing his head to fall to the ground. This anticipation sustains him from collapsing. He recalls the scene before Mu Li's death, where the fountain of blood gushing from the neck seemed like a fluttering battle flag in the air. He does not know if the hot blood in his chest can transform into a bright red spring at this moment; he feels that his veins are already filled with ice.

Meng Le Huo Er remained silent and smiled. Bu Hua La was taken aback for a moment

Are they going to send the non-flower thorn back? Bi Mogan was taken aback. It is said on the grassland that Meng Le Huo Er has never been interested in captives, but he does not like to release them; instead, he kills them directly

A warrior from the northern region rode out with his horse, advancing to a stop two hundred paces from the city wall, still beyond the range of a standard bow.

Is it a threat? Bi Mogan asked, "Will he really massacre the city?"

General Buhlala! He shook Buhlala vigorously, "Wake up! It's all right! You are back!"

During the reign of the Xun King, he led ten thousand cavalry from the Gurenqi tribe, galloping across the grasslands with ten thousand red flags. To all the tribes that pledged allegiance to him, he granted white horse tails, signifying that the tribe was under the protection of the Xun King. Those who disobeyed and attacked the Xun King would be met with a command for the Gurenqi cavalry to encircle the village with red flags. From that moment on, every man who had grown a whip within the red circle would be killed, and the tribe would be razed to the ground. Those who disobeyed and attacked the Xun King would be met with a command for the Gurenqi cavalry to encircle the village with red flags. From that moment on, every man who had grown a whip within the red circle would be killed, and the tribe would be razed to the ground

No, we are devils, I admit. But anyone is born a kind child, aren't they? Young man, there are always reasons for a person to become a devil; in fact, everyone has the potential to become a devil. The people of Qingyang do not possess absolute justice; this is war, and in war, there is only a distinction between enemies and our own. "Meng Lehuo said lightly, "On the battlefield, you only need to think about killing the enemy and protecting your own. The death of comrades will make you feel lonely; only the blood of the enemy can wash away that loneliness. "The people of Qingyang do not possess absolute justice; this is war, and in war, there is only a distinction between enemies and our own. "Meng Lehuo said lightly, "On the battlefield, you only need to think about killing the enemy and protecting your own. The death of comrades will make you feel lonely; only the blood of the enemy can wash away that loneliness.

In front of him was a rough wooden chair, where Menglehuo sat, his giant wolf crouching beside him, as he gently stroked the long fur on the wolf's back. All the wolf cavalry surrounded Buhala, and this beastly army exhibited an exceptionally strict discipline. Menglehuo remained silent, and neither the wolf cavalry nor the wolves made a sound

No, they do not intend to besiege the city

He did not stare at Menglehuo'er, but the image of Menglehuo'er became increasingly blurred in his eyes. He originally thought it was a fierce beast, recklessly intent on devouring humans, but when the real Menglehuo'er stood before him, it was cruel, proud, and lonely, sitting in the pure white snow and speaking eloquently, like a philosopher from the East.

"Your Highness, if we do not expose the traitor we spoke of, it will be futile to defend this city," Eri Dun Da Lai said. "But now it is too late to discuss this; how can we defend it? Just relying on these people?"

You are mistaken! Even if the last of the Qingyang people bleed dry, what difference does it make? You are going to die! Mengle Huo'er! How long can you reign as a great lord? In the end, you will be buried in just a small patch of land! Your desires can never be satisfied; your desires are an unfathomable sea!

Xu Dahuan shook his head, "It is not a threat, but a declaration. Outside our city is Mengle Huoer · Woerhan, who values his words above all else. He has stated that the things he intends to do are as unshakeable as iron."

Gui Mu hurriedly descended into the city with several people. As the brass winch atop the city gate emitted a piercing metallic grinding sound, the gate was slowly raised to the height of Gui Mu's chest. Gui Mu pressed against the hilt of the Lion's Tooth knife, crouched down, and darted out, running a few steps in the snow before embracing Bu Hualu. He almost doubted whether Bu Hualu was dead, as there was not a trace of warmth in him, his outer robe soaked in blood, frozen stiff like iron. Bu Hualu stared at him blankly, reminding Gui Mu of a dead fish. He almost doubted whether Bu Hualu was dead, as there was not a trace of warmth in him, his outer robe soaked in blood, frozen stiff like iron. Bu Hualu stared at him blankly, reminding Gui Mu of a dead fish.

After the defeat yesterday, the remaining troops retreated to the city, bringing back the unconscious Asule. Surprisingly, the northern forces did not take the opportunity to attack the city; they halted their horses two hundred paces from the city wall and allowed the defeated Qingyang army to enter the city. For an entire day thereafter, Bimogan was in the golden tent discussing matters with the nobles, day and night. Bad news continued to pour into the golden tent; of the nearly thirty thousand troops, fewer than three thousand returned alive. The elite units of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, the Flying Tiger Tent, and the Ghost Bow were all destroyed in this battle. Kings Nine, Mu Haiyang, and Bahe were all severely injured, and Buhala could not retreat; some reported seeing him with one arm torn off by a giant wolf. Throughout the night, the city of Beidu was filled with cries, as tens of thousands lost their families, and the combat strength of Beidu was truly devastated. Bimogan could not reach a conclusion; no one could tell him what to do. The nobles were momentarily silent, then walked about in agitation, and the situation became uncontrollable. In the early morning, news arrived that the northern forces were regrouping again to the north of the city.

The ghost bow and the divine arrow do not harm the unarmed. I heard your name on my journey from the north. Someone warned me that I need not guard against Mu Li, but I must be cautious of the unarmed, for the unarmed seeks to kill me, and I cannot even see where he is. Meng Le Huo Er said in a low and flat voice, "Now that your ghost bow is out of arrows, I no longer need to be wary of anyone. I am glad, so I will let you return, and by the way, take my gift back to the master of Qingyang."

Kill all adult men, including boys and girls, and allow his warriors to violate all fertile women. Ten months later, when the women give birth, he will order the women to be killed as well, training those infants to become warriors of the White Wolf Brigade

The new master of the Heluding family, Eridundalai, also shook his head and waved for his own warriors to descend from the city