The Marshal Sengoku advised: "Don't struggle pointlessly. In front of the Assassination Guild, you cannot win. Surrendering is your only way out."
"Let's not talk about how you will definitely lose today. So what if you can defend? It won't be long before the Assassination Guild sends assassins stronger than me. You will be destroyed sooner or later. "
The Emperor of the Interior said coldly: "So what if it's the Assassination Guild? Do you think that our Southern Summer soldiers will surrender? You are wrong! The Southern Summer soldiers will protect their country. They would rather take a step forward and die than take a step back! "
"Emperor of the Interior, I advise you to submit to the circumstances."
Following a sarcastic voice, a Gold General stood out from behind the Marshal Sengoku.
The moment she saw this Gold General, Nangong Yan's eyes instantly turned red, revealing a strong killing intent.
Because this Gold General was not someone else. He was the traitor who assassinated Nangong Yan's father, Dongfang Zhan.
Dongfang Zhan ignored Nangong Yan's hateful gaze and said to the Emperor of the Interior and the Emperor of the Exterior: "In front of the Assassination Guild, we are just a small grain of sand."
"We can only follow the flow of the river of fate. We have no way to resist the shackles of fate. We can only follow the flow of the river of fate to survive. "
"The Assassination Guild has already developed to its peak, and is currently expanding its power in the Thousand Kingdoms. There are already dozens of kingdoms that have become the slaves of the Assassination Guild, and they are all stronger than the Southern Summer. If the Southern Summer chooses to resist the Assassination Guild, it will be doomed to be destroyed! "
Hearing Dongfang Zhan's words, regardless of whether it was the Emperor of the Interior or the Emperor of the Southern Summer army, they were all enraged.
"You traitor, shut up!"
"You traitorous dog, you will not die a good death!"
"Let the Southern Summer become slaves? Pay tribute to an Assassination Guild? Dream on! "
The countries of the Sky Martial Continent were divided into three types of politics.
The first type was an independent sovereign country. This kind of country had complete sovereignty, diplomatic rights, monopolized resources, and was not controlled by any external power. They also did not need to pay tribute.
The second type was a subsidiary state. A subsidiary state did not have to be a kingdom. It could also be a sovereign state or a marquis state.
Some empires were so powerful that their territory was equivalent to dozens or even hundreds of kingdoms. Thus, they needed to enfeoff nobles to govern them.
The territory that was being governed could no longer be defined as a prefecture, but as a vassal state.
The Kingdom of Northern Yan had become a subsidiary of the Assassination Society. The King of Northern Yan was no longer the King of Northern Yan of the past. He had been replaced by someone sent by the Assassination Society. Even the Fleet Admiral of the Warring States in front of him was likely to be someone sent by the Assassination Association.
The third type was enslaved countries. Enslaved countries were countries that surrendered after being conquered by a powerful force. This kind of country could no longer be called a country, it could only be called a colony of a suzerain.
The enslaved countries planted food, cultivated resources, bred mounts, and so on for the suzerain countries. The national treasury was not allowed to keep any resources, and all of them had to be taken out as tribute.
This kind of country did not have any sovereignty. Not only did they have to pay tribute to the suzerain, but they also could not have their own army.
As for the people of the enslaved country, they had no dignity or human rights. They were no different from slaves. Not only did they have to kneel to the suzerain countries, they could not go against the will of the suzerain countries.
Even if the suzerain countries wanted the women of the enslaved countries to be their sex slaves or playthings, the enslaved countries could not go against the will of the suzerain countries.
Once the Southern Summer King Country became such a country, the fate of the people of Southern Summer could be imagined.
The men would be slaves for generations, and the women would be prostitutes for generations.
Dongfang Zhan said righteously: "I am saving the people of Southern Summer. Only by surrendering and becoming the enslaved country of the Assassination Society can we protect the people of Southern Summer from dying in the flames of war."
"The Southern Summer King Country will still be the Southern Summer King Country. It is nothing more than becoming a branch of the Assassination Society. The people of Southern Summer Country can still live normally. There is also the protection of the Assassination Society. Why not? "
"Right now, the lives of millions of innocent people in the capital are all in your hands. If you dare to resist the army of Northern Yan today, the day the city is breached will be the day of the massacre. Think carefully! "
After hearing this, the defenders of the Southern Summer Country were somewhat shaken.
A third-grade force was too terrifying. Even Northern Yan found it hard to resist the Southern Summer Country. How could they resist a third-grade force?
The forces were divided into five grades. The difference in battle power between each grade was more than ten times.
The Southern Summer King Country was only a second-grade force. It could not be compared to a third-grade force.
The Ming Cult from hundreds of years ago was also a third-grade force. The Interior Emperor was very clear about how strong the Ming Cult was at its peak.
In that kind of force, the number of experts in the King Wu Country was as many as a yak. There were even supreme Martial Ancestor experts!
The Southern Summer King Country was just a small country. If they were to face a force of that level, they would not have any chance of winning.
The Interior Emperor took a deep breath and said in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing, "The people of Southern Summer Country do not have servility in their bones! They would rather die a glorious death than live a humble life! The Southern Summer Country will never be a slave! "
The Southern Summer Country will never be a slave!
These six words that were neither servile nor overbearing echoed in the sky for a long time.
These inspiring words completely aroused the blood of the Southern Summer Country's soldiers. It aroused their will to not be slaves and made their wavering hearts as firm as a rock.
All the Southern Summer Country's soldiers raised the weapons in their hands and shouted in unison.
"They would rather die a glorious death than live a humble life!"
"They would rather die a glorious death than live a humble life!"
"The Southern Summer Country will never be a slave!"
"The Southern Summer Country will never be a slave …"
For a moment, the morale of the Southern Summer Army was rising.
Seeing that the Southern Summer Country's soldiers were unwilling to surrender, the Marshal of the Warring States Country did not want to waste any more time. He waved his hand and said, "Attack!"
A series of dull bugles sounded, and the vast Northern Yan army marched forward, surging toward the city wall like a tidal wave.
"Defend the entire city!" The Interior Emperor ordered. The war drums were like thunder, shaking the earth and stirring the hearts of the people.
"Release the arrows!"
"Throw the stones!"
The commanders of the various departments gave their orders.
On the shooting windows of the city wall, countless archers skillfully pulled their bows and arrows, shooting countless arrows wrapped in talismans into the sky.
The sky was filled with arrows pouring down from the city wall, like raindrops falling on the Northern Yan Army. All kinds of talismans were activated, setting off a bloody storm in the vast Northern Yan Army.
Giant ballistae, giant catapults, hidden weapons, and so on also began to operate. In the blink of an eye, hundreds and thousands of Northern Yan Soldiers were killed.
However, these Northern Yan Soldiers were just cannon fodder. The Marshal of the Warring States Country personally led 100,000 Swift Leopard Cavalry. At this time, they stood motionless in the same place and had no intention to make a move.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
