It was already the 14th day. The 200,000 army of Bendu, 500,000 herders, and nearly ten million cattle and sheep were raised from the dust that had already covered the northern sky like dark clouds.

However, the southeast wind that everyone expected did not rise, and the northwest wind became even more fierce. The loyalty of the 50,000 Lin Hu, who had broken the banner and had no way out, was already desperate. They believed that they had lost the opportunity to run a hundred miles away to set fire to a section of isolation belt. Their only choice now was to use these 50,000 troops, like moths to the flames, and rushed towards the enemy's rebel position of 700,000.

This is not an exaggeration of the numbers, because in this era, whether it is the grassland or the Central Plains, all the people are soldiers, and 500,000 herdsmen are the reserve troops of 500,000.

Everyone knows that even if they take one as ten, even if the enemy stretches their necks and waits for them to chop and kill, they will be exhausted to death.

True despair spread throughout the army.

But the reason why they did not completely collapse was because on that high platform, the helper who looked as calm as Mount Tai was still talking nonsense.

Everyone believed in ghosts and gods, and believed in piety without doubt. But at this time, everyone was gradually disappointed and desperate. Now no one believed in the guy on the high platform.

One soldier began to rub his bronze sword, and the other soldier asked: "Does the gods really not take care of us?"

The soldier said hatefully: "I don't know whether the gods take care of us, but I know one thing, we have no way out, and I have at least 10 enemies on my hands, and my family is all dead at the hands of the rebels. Now my only way out is to kill five enemies, avenge my five families, and then be killed by others, and I can reunite with my family with peace of mind." Then he breathed a sigh of relief: "In fact, what does it have to do with us on this grassland? No matter who is the king, we are all slaves. We are all grazing livestock for that king, and finally get a little bit of milk or a lamb or two that they gave us. I have had enough of such days."

The soldier sat beside him: "I really envy the Zhou people. Among the many slaves of the Zhou people I know, I know that they are no longer slaves. Their lives are no longer slaves, and the slave owners can no longer slaughter them casually. And they can freely choose what they should do, as long as they pay enough cap tax. In their hearts, I sincerely support the change of our king. I hope that this war will be victorious, and the king will release us no longer slaves and let us graze freely. As long as we pay enough cattle and sheep for every year, how great it would be."

The soldier who was sharpening his sword stopped: "The reason I fight like this is because I hope to get the ending you said." Then he shook his head in pain: "I fight for my belief, and the people on the other side are also fighting for their beliefs. In fact, neither side is wrong. We die for the sake of faith, and we are dead to the point." Then he stood up: "Let's go to that altar and have a last prayer. After the prayer is over, we will go to the battlefield to fight."

On the altar, Lin Hu lay beside Zhao Xing's ears, enduring the sour smell of sweat rolling down Zhao Xing's head, and reported: "In the reed marsh of 10 miles, a small boat has been reserved for the main. Five miles down, in a big turn of the river, I have investigated in detail. The tall war horses can be passed, but most of our war horses cannot be passed."

Zhao Xing was sweating coldly, but while listening, he was speechless.

"Lord, please come down to the altar with me now, and it is still time for us to escape."

Zhao Xing still didn't speak.

At this time, countless warriors of Lin Hu slowly walked towards the altar, and then slowly knelt down piously in front of the altar. Tens of thousands of people knelt down without any sound.

After a group of soldiers, they silently bowed three times, then stood up, and then walked to the periphery without hesitation, collapsed on their war horses, and there were batches after batch. There was no complaint, only the dead atmosphere.

He gently shook the goose-feather fan in his hand, and then pointed to the anxious Lin Hu, pointing to the soldiers who knelt down and said goodbye to the group of soldiers below. Zhao Xing said calmly: "Since I was born, I have been centered on myself. I have made thousands of plans and plans. No matter how many lives there are in my hands, I will regard it as an ant, because I am a god who is high and really comes from the god of heaven. In my eyes, everyone in this era is nothing and unreal, including you, my brothers, my daughter-in-law and daughter."

Regarding Zhao Xing's heartfelt statement, when a time traveler came to an ancient real feeling, Lin Hu couldn't help but kneel down and worship him devoutly.

In his opinion, this is his own Lord who truly reveals his identity, and he is really God.

At this time, sitting on the high altar, you can already see the huge banner of Bendu on the north horizon, flying proudly and wantonly with the fierce north wind.

Without going to see him, Zhao Xing continued to point to the group of soldiers who were kneeling down and bowing: "But at this moment just now, I felt my despicableness and shamelessness. Although I was above and regarded these nihilistic people as ants and as chess pieces in my game, at my mercy. But I saw how important I am to them now, and I really saw that they were also one living life after another, living people." Then he breathed a sigh of relief: "In the past ten days on this altar, no one disturbed me, and let me sit here and truly think about myself. Only then did I truly realize that I am not God, and God sent me, nor did I let me be God."

Lin Hu was even more devout and frightened: "Lord, you are not God, you are the messenger from God's sect to this world."

At this time, the earth began to tremble, and the tributes on the altar fell one after another, and the enemy's 200,000 iron cavalry had already covered the grasslands to the north.

King Lin Hu, who had just stepped onto the altar, and dozens of leaders around him, all heard Zhao Xing's words completely. He was truly moved by his words and truly kneeled down willingly.

"Lin Hu, go and sank that boat. Since God has put me here, he will never let me die. Otherwise, he will try his best to tinker with these things. Would he be idle?"

Just after this very serious sentence, when the disgusting words came out, the strong north wind suddenly stopped.

Everyone was stunned.

The cold sweat from Zhao Xing's back went down.

In the blink of an eye, all the wilted flags on the altar flew again, but this time the triangle flag did not point to the south, but to the north. It was just a few breaths that the southeast wind broke the flagpole, making everyone unstable.

Zhao Xing suddenly pulled out a sword from under his butt and pointed it to the north: "The southeast wind borrowed it, my people, my believers, set fires, and burned down all the disloyal people in this world."
Chapter completed!