Reborn Daqin, I am the emperor

This is what a fool would do, and he, Nihaman, was not stupid.

Because of this, she already understood something.

Yangmou, Chiguoguo's Yangmou!

Use, without bottom line, use without scruples.

She thought of a person, perhaps, only he can do all this, because only he can be regarded as half of her spokesperson.

He...Sirba!

Nihaman's face became very gloomy. He really didn't expect that Silba, who has been trusted by him all this time, has been playing with all the power around him from the beginning to the end.

The phrase "borrowing momentum" was used vividly by Silba, it can be said that she borrowed her momentum and strength to the fullest.

The word "Yangmou" was used thoroughly by Silba, or the people around him.

Thinking about it, Nehman couldn't help but look towards Dongfang Minshan beside him.

I saw Dongfang Minshan's expression was calm, walking like a dragon and a tiger, how could he still have the slightest look of cowardice in the past?

At this moment, he seemed to be the master who punished other people's fate.

There has never been a conspiracy or trick in the sanction of the master.Perhaps dominating sanctions often makes people very unhappy and dissatisfied.

However, you can only do what he wants forever, without the slightest disobedience.

Even if you are very angry about this matter, there is no need for others to force you. If you are unwilling, you can only follow the path set by others at all costs.

This is the master, the master of fate.

Of course, this can also be called fate, as long as you are targeted, it will make you unable to resist fate.

At this moment, Nehman really felt powerless to resist.

All of these actions were done by Srba, but the mastermind behind all this was his own brother.

This conspiracy can only be given by him.

First of all, I borrowed my own momentum, and when I reacted, it was not to blame, not to fight back, and I could only follow the trend.

What is a master of the art of governing people?

This is the master of the art of governing people!

Taking a deep breath, Nehman forcibly suppressed the vibration in his heart.

She doesn't hate someone taking advantage of her, nor does she hate someone calculating her.

Because this is her own younger brother, on the contrary, she feels relieved a lot, and even feels a little ashamed.

It turned out that in my eyes, my younger brother, who had always been a fledgling and needed to be protected, was actually so capable.

It turned out that she really hurt him back then.

Nihaman was relieved because he saw his brother's ability, and with such ability, he would not be at a disadvantage in the future.

She was ashamed and remorseful, more because she had seized the authority of her younger brother and oppressed her younger brother like that all these years.

But, what's the use of being ashamed now?

The country was ruined and the family was destroyed, even his younger brother gave up. Could shame be able to restore the Donghu Khanate that had been strong for hundreds of years?

The two siblings came hand in hand and walked to the general hall.

At this moment, the [-] guards in the General's Palace have been completely defeated, retreating again and again.

More than half of the more than 5000 people were beheaded by the rebels. At this moment, there are only less than 2000 people left.

The two thousand or so people were covered in colorful clothes, retreated again and again, and they had already retreated to the square in front of the General Hall.

And outside, outside the general's mansion, there are a lot of rebels.In that square, there were also crowds of people, and countless rebels gathered, as if a torrent was congested, giving people a sense of visual shock.

Under the oppression of hundreds of thousands of rebels, under the pressure of swords and soldiers, it is no wonder that the guards of the general's mansion retreated again and again. Facing such a dense crowd of rebels, anyone would feel fear in their hearts, and they would never be able to live again. The heart of rebellion.

Perhaps when there are many people, relying on the courage of the number of people, you can still find a little bit of Pingming's blood.

But there were less than [-] guards left. Whenever they saw the densely packed and countless rebels in front of them, they looked back at the lonely people behind them.

Unprecedented loneliness, fear, and a sense of loneliness and crisis surged into my heart in an instant, even if my hands and feet were weak, my heart was trembling.

This is a real war, a war that forces people so hard that they can't even rise up to resist.Therefore, they can only retreat, or die if they do not retreat.

However, once retreating again and again, how many retreats are there below?

Chapter 1499 Is the King

"No, it's Wolf Smoke!"

Just as the rebels were pressing on the remaining guards, they suddenly saw the fire in front of the general's hall, and Mu Deerkui's face suddenly changed as the leader of the rebels.

"Kill, kill me immediately. Kill all the guards and take down Nehman!"

Muderkui's eyes turned red in an instant. He has already embarked on this road of no return. He either wins or dies. There is no third choice.

Now, the flames are starting to rise, it must be Nehman who is calling the army to come and comment.

And this wolf smoke is burning at the right time, it is obvious that Nehaman has already prepared.

Following Muderkui's order, the people below also understood something, and all of them went crazy for a while.

The generals at all levels were taken down, screaming frantically, leading the army on behalf of them, and swarming up.

This time, the guards of the General's Mansion backed up, they didn't even have time to escape.

In an instant, countless sword lights flickered, and less than 2000 guards fell completely in a pool of blood during the fight, without any hope.

The guards were killed in an instant, tens of thousands of troops swarmed up, and they were about to climb up the stairs, rush into the general's hall, rush into the backyard of the general's hall, look for Nehman, and kill him.

However, the moment these rebels stepped onto the stairs, they saw countless figures approaching from behind the general's palace.

Yi Cong, the three thousand white horses, has put down his war horse.

Each of them carried a long gun and wore white battle robes. They came quickly like snow, and instantly turned into a barrier, blocking the steps in front of the general's hall.

The helmets on their heads had white feathers.

Their clothes are white!

The battle armor on them is white!

The spears in their hands are silver!

Their cherries are not red, but white.

Everyone is covered in white, and the barrier they form is also covered in white.

Very neatly dressed, very neat formation, unparalleled momentum.

The moment these people appeared and turned into a barrier, it was like a mountain falling from the sky, blocking everyone in front of them.

This mountain is the barrier.

If you want to cross the barrier, you have to have the ability to move mountains and fill seas.

Below, all the rebels stopped at the same time.

The three thousand white horses are condescending, and from their position, they can look up.

That feeling, as if looking up at a high mountain, really complied with that sentence, the high mountain stands still and cannot be climbed.

For a moment, everyone felt a very small shock.

However, this kind of illusion is common to soldiers. How can those veterans who have survived many battles be easily deterred?

When Mu Deerkui saw the army stop, he narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Everyone, don't stop, kill me... kill me!"

For Muderkui, he also has the feeling of looking up at a high mountain.

However, the Qianli Dam collapsed with an ant nest.

Hundreds of thousands of troops are here, let alone a real mountain, even if it is a real mountain, how difficult is it to move mountains to fill the sea?

On the battlefield, what is fought is momentum, and what is fought is aura.

You only have a few thousand people, and you want to crush everyone with the posture of Mount Tai.

Alright, let me show you today what it means to move mountains and fill seas.

The following army heard the words and looked at each other in blank dismay.

But I only heard the descendants at all levels roaring loudly behind me.

"Kill... kill me..."

"Go up, just 3000 people, how can they stop our army?"

"Kill these thousands of forbidden soldiers for me, and there will be a lot of rewards!"

As the voice fell, it seemed that in order to take the lead, a group of more than a hundred generals rushed up the stairs first.

As soon as these people rushed, the soldiers below immediately gained confidence, and followed one by one, rushing up the stairs.

However, at this moment, a cold voice suddenly remembered: "Who dares to take a step forward, kill without mercy!"

The sound was not very loud, but the people in front of the army could almost hear it.

The moment they heard this voice, these people's hearts trembled instinctively, as if they heard the thunder and thunder.

They were dumb for a moment, their legs stopped instinctively, and they shut their mouths one by one. Instead of shouting to kill, they raised their heads inexplicably and looked at the stairs.

As the people in front shut up, the people behind also shut up.

The chain effect took effect, one person stopped, and ten people followed.

When one person shuts up, ten people follow suit.

After ten people, a hundred people put out the fire. In an instant, the noise at the scene became smaller and smaller, until finally, it stopped completely.

Quiet, deadly quiet.

Even those generals at all levels rushing to the front squatted down inexplicably at this moment, and stopped roaring and shouting.

They raised their heads one by one, the pupils of their eyes were constantly dilated, and inexplicable fear welled up in their hearts.

They saw...

That person, she appeared!

Before the person who was supposed to be their prey appeared, they shouted and killed each and every one of them loudly.

But now, when she really appeared, everyone's voices were instantly stuck in their throats.

They were like cocks being pinched by their necks, and all their voices were instantly blocked.

"N... Haman..."

Behind the army, Muderkui also saw it.

The person who came was none other than Nehman.

Nehaman, the war god of Donghu, although she has suffered a lot of defeats, no one in Donghu dares to deny her bravery.

Her strength, like a god, is always fixed deep in everyone's heart.

Even Muderkui would feel fear in the face of Nehman, let alone others?

At this moment, Mu Deerkui looked around, and suddenly realized something was wrong, where are the people from Tianmen?

Why did he dare to attack Nehman?

Isn't it because there is Tianmen backing him?

At this critical moment, where did the people from Tianmen go?

But soon, Muderkui's eyes shifted to Nehaman, Khan Dongfang Minshan.

Not only Muderkui, but also those generals at all levels, and the hundreds of thousands of troops below.

Because just now, everyone who heard the voice discovered that the words did not come from Nehman's mouth.

In everyone's perception, Nehman's voice has always been hoarse for unknown reasons.