i really have no talent

Chapter 67
"Pingshen..."

The barbarian king glanced at the endless army in front of him with eagle-like eyes, he felt a sense of heroism in his heart, and then he spoke.

The sound of tens of thousands of people standing up neatly, combined with the sound of the metal armor on their bodies, merged together and fell in the ears. For all the three barbarians present, it was a sacred feeling.

Afterwards, under the watchful eyes of many Sanman cavalrymen, Zuoxian Wang Kuotie rode a war horse, and with nearly a hundred generals behind him, he walked towards the king's tent step by step.

"Respond to my king's order! The last general will live up to my king, capture this Daxia border city, and dedicate it to my king today!"

Kuotie, the king of Zuoxian, rode a war horse and came ten feet away from the king's tent. Then he jumped off his horse, knelt on one knee, protected his chest with his right hand, lowered his head slightly, and made a loud and resonant voice from his mouth, which spread throughout the army.

"Haha! Good! Gu will accept it!"

The barbarian king let out a loud laugh, and the surrounding sergeants also had heartfelt smiles on their faces, and then looked at the two heroes on the grassland in reverence.

"Present prisoners of war!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"........."

The low and long horn sounded, and everyone's eyes were turned to the direction of the city of Yezhou at this moment.

In the lead was a troop of three barbarian cavalry armed with scimitars, and behind them were the prisoners of war of Great Xia arranged in three rows.

As these prisoners of war slowly walked out of the city gate of Yezhou City, the three barbarian teams that were still neatly lined up at the moment all let out heavy breathing sounds, everyone's eyes were fixed on this place, and then there were some uncontrollable emotions on their faces .

There are quite a few of these prisoners of war, all of whom were stranded in the city after the city was broken, and most of them were those who were recuperating in Yezhou. plundered from the cities and villages.

All of these prisoners of war were women, and they all ranged in age from eleven to thirty, with different appearances, but for the three barbarians, as long as they were fertile women, there was no such thing as being picky.

These prisoners of war lowered their heads, and then looked at the three barbarians beside them in horror. The three savages who were guarding pulled, pushed and pushed on.

There were also those who were tenacious and unyielding. While the three barbarians couldn't stop, they turned sideways suddenly, and their necks hit the polished machetes of the three barbarians, blood sprayed out, and after a commotion, the corpses were dragged down.

"........."

The sound of heavy breathing became more and more obvious, and the eyes of the three barbarians almost stared straight.

These captive girls and young women are all wearing only a thin piece of clothing at the moment. Under the tight wrapping, the body shape is more prominent, causing the animal nature to swell.

"Okay! The first achievement in this battle should be the military division. From the female captives, [-] girls and women of all ages will be selected as gifts to the military division. The remaining ones will be selected by Zuo Xianwang's generals..."

"My king is mighty!"

"Mighty! Mighty!"

"........."

King Sanman Khan glanced at the most beautiful female prisoner among these prisoners, and then said with a gift.

King Zuo Xian thanked him, and the generals and soldiers behind him shouted excitedly.

They haven't touched a woman for a long time, what's more, compared with the women in the grassland tribes, the bodies of these Central Plains women are softer and their skin is smoother, without that rough feeling, and they are even more popular with these three barbarians .

"........."

"I do not want……"

"Please, I want to go home..."

"Ah~"

"........."

A sergeant wandered among the female prisoners, then roughly pinched his chin, looked at his face, and then some people were untied of their bracelets and dragged out.

Many people were stupefied by this scene, they cried and even begged endlessly.

But when the three barbarians around witnessed this scene, not only did they not have the slightest sympathy, but their eyes became more eager, and they swallowed subconsciously, with undisguised greed rising in their eyes.

We can know the fate of these thousands of captives. In the end, after being humiliated, they either committed suicide or were sold as slaves to the rest of the ordinary sergeants at a low price.

Beside the king's tent, Mr. Hei, a military adviser wearing a black mask, had cold eyes and no waves.

Even though these people used to belong to the Great Xia just like him, but now, they are just a group of captives who are allowed to be abused.

"Enter the city!"

After the prisoners of war were divided, the Sanman Khan stood in front and waved his hand, and then the 30 troops and nearly one million cattle and sheep supplies from the backup would also enter.

Zuoxian King Kuotie took a hundred generals under his command and entered the king's tent together with King Sanman Khan.

In the tent, as soon as he stepped into it, Kuotie strode forward and hugged the Sanman Khan who was waiting in front of him.

"Okay, you have made great achievements for our barbarians!"

"Big brother..."

"Sit down first!"

"Hey!"

"........."

Kuo Tie and several generals found a seat and sat down one by one, while the rest lined up behind them. The delicious mutton just out of the pot, as well as spirits, etc. had already been placed on the small desk.

On the opposite side, the old national teacher sat in the first place, and the second was Mr. Hei in a black robe, who had several generals.

After being seated, a diva came forward to greet the wine, and then waited by her side, allowing the generals to grope about them without daring to complain.

"This time I was able to break through the Great Xia Barrier, all thanks to the strategist's ingenious plan. The first cup is to be offered to King Khan, and the second cup, Mr. Kuo Tiejing, is as good as I am, and I have no plans!"

"The Zuo Xian Wang Miao praised..."

As Mr. Hei said, he raised the luminous cup in his hand, and after paying homage, he drank the spirit in the cup in one gulp.

"it is good!"

"There is a master plan, so why worry about the Great Xia not being broken!"

"It's so! I'm waiting for Mr. Jing!"

"........."

King Sanman Khan sat in the first place, looking at the Daxia Border Pass that was always approaching in front of him, just like a dream.

He has been fighting with Daxia for so many years, and it has always been his dream to set foot on the border of Daxia. Now that it has finally come true, he feels a little confused at this moment.

But thinking of the plan that his husband had explained to him in detail, King Sanman Khan's heart became hot again.

"Shikoku……"

The barbarian king glanced at Mr. Hei, as well as the national teacher and many generals, and then boundless ambition rose in his heart.

"By the way, there is also a gift here to present to my king, which is the icing on the cake."

"Oh? I didn't expect Mr. to have such a heart, and he prepared gifts, hehe..."

King Sanman Khan smiled, but he didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until Mr. Hei took out a brocade box from his bosom and took out a scroll of brocade silk from it that his expression became more serious.

"This is something that someone promised to bring for my king, and now I offer it..."

"Sir, what you say is true!"

"really!"

"........."

Upon hearing this, King Sanman Khan stood up from his throne with great excitement, and then walked over with an impatient expression.

After receiving the brocade from Mr. Hei's hand, the hands of Sanman Khan King trembled slightly.

This object is too important, and it is also something he has been thinking about all the time, holding it in the palm of his hand now, makes him feel like a dream.

"road……"

Opening the brocade silk, King Sanman Khan stared closely at the words on it, and then read and pondered each word.

The rest of the people in the tent could not help being curious when they saw King Khan disregarding the honor of the emperor and his ministers and personally alighting from the seat.

"Haha! Just looking at the expression, it is already so, and its inner quality is really mysterious! It seems that the military teacher is right, this thing must be a volume of the holy scriptures of the hundred schools!"

Sanman Khan's eyes were wild, and he said to the generals in the tent.

When the rest of the people heard this, their eyes showed shock.

The generals who can enter the king's tent have the lowest level of cultivation and are also at the peak of the master, so they naturally understand the holy scriptures of the hundred families that King Khan said.

The breathing of each of them stopped for a moment, and then the movements of their hands also stopped on the body of the female slave, and their eyes were fixed on Mr. Hei's body.

The Sanman Khan accepted the brocade and returned to the throne.

The generals around him also came to their senses in an instant, and they were all thinking in their minds about various ways to please Mr. So that they could also read the legendary sacred scripture that leads directly to the realm of the supreme god.

Even Zuo Xian Wang Kuotie didn't dare to take the credit at this moment. Instead, he laughed and went forward with a glass of wine, chatting enthusiastically with Mr. Hei.

The news was so shocking, he never expected that Mr. Hei would get such a treasure that can be encountered but not sought after in just a short period of time. Although it is only one volume, it is already the envy of the world .

As for Mr. Hei, although his expression was still a little cold, his words did not despise others. He would respond to those who came to chat with him.

Looking at the three barbarian generals immersed in a happy atmosphere, he couldn't help but feel a little waver in his heart.

Especially the thousands of female captives in Daxia just now, although he couldn't bear it, there will only be more such scenes in the future.

In order to achieve his goal, he has even given up himself, so there is nothing he can't give up.

With a cold gaze, Mr. Hei put down the wine glass in his hand.

After entering the city of Yezhou, under the order of the king, there was a scene of joy and celebration, and there was no shortage of fine wine, beef and mutton.

Naturally, the sound of ripping clothes and the woman's hoarse wail resounded in some places, and then gradually became lower and lower, and finally transformed into the sound of the man's heavy breathing.

Hell and the world are often just a thought.

Walking out of the king's tent, the old national teacher looked at the broken arm with a sad expression on his face, and he couldn't bear to be hypocritical with Mr. Hei, a foreigner.

In the end, he could only leave angrily.

Back in his tent, Mr. Hei took a deep breath. The Khan's personal guards had already been waiting outside the tent, and behind him a group of soldiers armed with weapons guarded nearly [-] good-looking women of different ages. .

"I have seen the military division, and I will be ordered by the king to send slaves to the military division..."

"Go down."

"promise……"

The personal guard looked at Mr. Hei's cold eyes, and then went back to report.

Another team of sergeants came over and took over the group of women.

Mr. Hei glanced at the group of big summer women who were still wearing single clothes and shivering in the cold wind, his eyes became a little colder.

"Kill them all!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and entered the king's tent.

Hearing this, a leading black-robed bodyguard led the remaining sergeants to drive the prisoners away.

What greets them will be death, but this way may be their best ending at this moment.

Inside the tent, Mr. Hei clenched his hands tightly, and then gradually loosened his ten fingers. Finally, he took a long breath and took out something from his arms. After gently soothing him, his emotions returned to calm.

"Subordinates seek to see the military advisor!"

"Enter!"

"The latest top-secret letter sent by King Gu Di will be sent to the military advisor after King Khan has read it, and the military advisor will make the final decision!"

"Present!"

Taking the envelope from the sergeant's hand, Mr. Hei read it carefully word for word.

The Gudi people have already begun to attack the city, and they have encountered a head-on attack from Da Zhou, and the loss is not small. King Gudi hopes that the Sanman side can send troops as soon as possible.

"Finally, the next step can be implemented."

After burning the envelope to ashes, Mr. Hei's eyes were full of sharpness.

In order to attract the Sanman Khan's mind and relax his vigilance, he planned to seize a volume of the holy scriptures of the various schools of thought, which would not only attract the attention of the various schools of thought, but also restrain the energy of the Sanman Khan, so that Your own actions can reduce some obstacles.

Now that the goal has been achieved, he can also start his next plan.

Sitting in front of the candlelight in the tent and meditating for a long time, he finally moved, and wrote on a special piece of paper in an extremely complicated and cumbersome way.

Like childish graffiti, I believe that few people can understand the meaning of it.

"Black clothes..."

"What is the Lord's order..."

"Send it out."

"Yes……"

A man in black appeared out of nowhere in the tent, and Mr. Hei handed over the special paper, and then spoke.

The man in black named Heiyi took it, said yes, then turned around, and then stopped for a moment when he was about to leave.

"Ok?"

Mr. Hei noticed this move, and he also understood what kind of person Heiyi was. There must be his reason for today's unusual behavior.

"My lord, there is news from the Xia Realm that the world's number one killer, Grandmaster Wu Ye, has fallen in Yingtian Mansion..."

"Oh, I see……"

After Hei Yi finished speaking, he took a step forward and disappeared like a gust of wind.

Hearing this, Mr. Hei simply replied, and then fell silent.

He turned his body sideways so that he faced the south, and gently took out the comforting object from his arms, and stroked it lightly.

Taking a closer look, this is a listing card made of the most common poplar wood, with only the word "Night" engraved on it, and the surface layer has already formed a layer of round pulp due to long-term wiping.

"It's good to be home..."

Mr. Hei caressed the wooden hanging sign in his hand, and then muttered something softly in his mouth.

Although he tried his best to control himself, the tears still fell from the corner of his eyes.

"........."

Turning into a knife in his hand, he chopped up the tears on the ground, and Mr. Hei crushed the wooden signboard in his hand into wood ash, and then his whole body returned to the cold color of the past.

(End of this chapter)