The army of 50,000 Kings of Lin Hu stood on the north bank of the Yellow River. Kings of Lin Hu and Zhao Xing stood in front of the queue, looking at the northwest wind from afar, waiting for news of the patrol.

The 50,000 army is now the only elite of King Hu. If the army is expanded, the Lin Hu people will have to be under forty and above fifteen. All men above fifteen will be dispatched. It can be seen how miserable King Hu is now.

"I guess the days are ready. It will take 10 days for the cavalry to arrive here from his royal court, but it will take as soon as one month for him to take the herdsmen and cattle and sheep behind him. In this month, we can burn the entire area north of Hequ to bring a quarantine." King Lin Hu introduced to Zhao Xing.

"But we must hurry up, because according to the requirements of the help, this isolation belt must be wide enough to make cattle and sheep starve to death when they pass. At the speed of cattle and sheep moving forward, we can only walk 15 miles a day (a week) without eating grass for two days, and cattle and sheep cannot walk, and starve to death in three days. Therefore, the isolation belt we burn must be at least 50 miles wide, so we should hurry up and act."

Facing the strong north wind, Zhao Xing narrowed his eyes and used the goose feather fan he made not long ago to block his forehead and continued to look north. He still had no suggestions for the king.

King Lin Hu really didn't understand why his help suddenly made such a strange fan. Although the northwest wind was not as cold as winter, the fan was definitely redundant at this time. His help was a waste of time.

As if seeing the king's contempt, Zhao Xing took down the goose-feathered fan, shook it gently in front of his eyes, and then his whole body shivered without realizing it, and immediately stopped this kind of self-inflicted costume. He smiled and said, "My fan is not for costume, but for great use. I will use it to wield it to annihilate the enemy's troops."

King Lin Hu curled his lips: "He is joking, a small fan, a half-grown child of Lin Hu can tear him apart. If the helper wants to protect himself with this fan, I think it's better to forget it. Your five hundred kings Qiushi are the warriors who truly protect you."

Speaking of Jun Qiushi, King Lin Hu envied their equipment, especially the horse saddle, which surprised him so much. He rode on the horse's back without explanation, and knew the huge effect of these two things. However, after asking about the price, King Lin Hu missed not to mention this topic anymore because he really couldn't afford it.

Fortunately, his cavalry has lived on horseback since he was a child, and there is no big difference between him or her equipment or not. This is the comfort of King Lin Hu to himself. However, he himself received a set of offerings from others, and he felt much more comfortable riding on the horse.

Just as the two of them were having no words to make a conversation, a fast horse rushed over from the horizon to the north. When they arrived in front of the two, the patrolman covered his chest with his fists, as if he was bowing to them: "Your Majesty will help you, and the rebels have started."

King Lin Hu immediately asked nervously: "How many troops were sent by the rebels?"

I don't know if this face was due to the speed of running or the north wind, and the patrol report was pale: "There are already 200,000 elite soldiers, and there are no less than 700,000 cattle and sheep covering half of the grassland."

King Lin Hu took a deep breath, and Zhao Xing was swaying on the horse. Now he regretted that he had not taken the carriage. If he had just become unstable and fell off the horse, his vision would be a big deal.

Seeing King Lin Hu looking at him with a pale face, Zhao Xing immediately shook the feather fan in his hand gently and asked calmly: "According to their itinerary, how many days will it take to be here?"

The patrol rewarded: "According to their progress, we can reach the river in about twenty days."

Zhao Xing narrowed his eyes and deliberately muttered, which made all the pale leaders around him look at him nervously pretending to be a ghost.

About a quarter of an hour later, just as everyone's anxious hearts were about to jump out, Zhao Xing suddenly opened his eyes: "Without, enough, our victory can be wiped out all the enemies, including his tribe's great victory, and you can win it."

He shouted in surprise, and the leaders who were surrounded by his side and were full of energy were startled. Two of them, who were too nervous, fell off the horse.

King Lin Hu swallowed his saliva and asked carefully: "I wonder if the helper has any plan to block the enemy?"

What he said was to block the enemy, not what Zhao Xing said to annihilate the enemy. That was too unreliable in King Lin Hu's mind. As long as he could block the enemy, Changshengtian would definitely favor him.

Zhao Xing smiled slightly: "As long as the king meets my three conditions, I will not only retreat to the enemy for the king, but also annihilate the 200,000 elite army of Bendu for the king, but also annihilate the 700,000 herdsmen who follow the rebels and the cattle, sheep and horses of millions of rebels."

Lin Hu Wanghuan looked around and laughed awkwardly: "Don't take it seriously. You are a literati. Of course, of course you are a little timid, just have a good sleep."

Everyone nodded together because everyone had confirmed that they were scared crazy.

At that time, Zhao Xing was furious and glared: "I am a descendant of the ancient saints. I was born to save the world. Did the saints not pass on some magic to let me defend themselves?"

This silence immediately made everyone feel intimidated and condemned to the ground.

In this era, people believe in ghosts and gods. The ancient saints are the ancestors of the gods. You really want to say that if someone gives a fifty-third generation grandson, they really have to give some magic power to protect themselves. Otherwise, in this chaotic world, one will die after one death, how can they seem to be the power of the saints?

Seeing everyone being intimidated, Zhao Xing said firmly: "As long as everyone promises me three things, I will borrow the east wind. No, it is borrowing the south wind. We don't have to work hard to meet the enemy. Just stand here and I will destroy all the enemies."

The others didn't understand yet. After all, King Hu of Lin was more intelligent. When he heard that he was borrowing the Nanfeng, he was about to burn the wasteland when he contacted him. At that time, he understood what Zhao Xing said.

After thinking about it, I immediately broke out in cold sweat: "Help me, gods, if that happens, it will hurt the sky and the sky."

Zhao Xing stared at his eyes coldly and asked, "Shen Tianhe and you have no status as the King of Lin Hu, and you have no place to die. Which one do you choose?" Then he looked at the King of Lin Hu who was speechless and oppressed, "You choose the former, eliminate the enemy, continue to implement your concepts and methods, be king on the grassland, and fight for dominance of the world. I will ask my ancestors to borrow the south wind. If you are afraid of hurting Tianhe, I will immediately pat my butt and leave. Who is Lin Hu who is king? I have no connection with my life or death."

Under Zhao Xing's cold and frosty questioning, King Hu of Lin was caught in a choice between heaven and man.

Which one is more important, one is the power, life and death, or the life and death of the people who were once their own people? It is to preserve the power that is superior, without having to care about the lives of those slaves and untouchables like ants, or to turn one into a pile of meat under their horse's hooves and eventually to ashes.

This is a choice, a difficult choice.

But looking at Zhao Xing, who is calm and gentle, this choice is actually very simple.
Chapter completed!