The next morning, the burned fences were scattered on the yellow mud. Wisps of white smoke rose from the hot black charcoal, carrying a choking smell and a disgusting stench. It spread into the thin mist on the outskirts of Yuankai City.
Through the fog, he could vaguely see groups of yellow silk capes searching for something on the ground. He could also vaguely hear the rustling of footsteps and the sound of hushed voices talking …
Soon, the first ray of golden sunlight broke through the white mist, bringing warmth and light to the ravaged land, and also gave the Ghis generals a wide and clear vision outside the camp.
The scorched marks stretched for ten kilometers. Except for the first kilometer, the land behind was relatively empty and clean. There was only an orderly row of black spots, like the scar on a monk's head. They were all traces of bonfires.
"Sigh, it's obvious that most of the space in the front and middle camps does not even have tents. The countless bonfires are naturally not the stoves of the soldiers. Well, empty stoves.
General Grazidan, we have been fooled by a clever little trick. "
The Prince of Ragged Clothes sat tall and straight on the high saddle. His voice was loud and clear, and everyone in the field could hear him clearly.
He was riding on a tall and sturdy grey warhorse. The two hind legs of the grey warhorse were dragging countless strips of cloth. They were all sewn from the enemy's robes after the commander had personally killed them.
"Prince, we need victory. At this special moment when Meereen has fallen, our soldiers need victory to rebuild their confidence." Grazidan said in a low voice.
"We all understand the importance of morale, so we did not expose your lies." The Prince of Ragged Clothes looked around and also lowered his voice. "The soldiers in the city wantonly proclaimed your great achievements: burning 20 miles of camp, killing 10,000 enemies with 500 elite Ghis cavalry, and the Mother Of Dragons' remaining 3,000 Unsullied being besieged by Yuankai's army …"
"Ahem, the rear camp is indeed surrounded by us." Grazidan's old face turned red as he said unnaturally.
"500 cavalry besieging 1,500 Unsullied and 2,500 militia?" The Ragged Prince glanced at War God Yuan Kai and said indifferently, "The truth is that you killed and burned 10,000 scarecrows, 47 mercenaries, and 364 Guise Guards last night.
If it weren't for the fact that you only brought 500 men with you, the 900 plus captives tied up in the front camp would have all died. "
"At least this time, we've finally figured out the enemy's true strength. The morale of the people of Yuankai has also been boosted, and we've regained our confidence in defeating that woman." The War God straightened his neck and said.
"So, we must take the Rear Camp?" Zidane asked.
"Of course." Glazdan said seriously, "That woman will lead the army and countless provisions back to Yuan Kai at any time, so we can't besiege the rear camp for a long time.
However, if we leave the rear camp alone, not only will our morale suffer a great blow, it will also increase the arrogance of the enemy. The soldiers and siege weapons in the enemy camp will all be used by that woman. "
The Ragged Prince nodded in agreement, "From a tactical point of view, Yuan Kai and the Mother Of Dragons will have a head-on battle sooner or later. We should take advantage of the fact that the enemy's main force is not here to take down some of her elite soldiers …
I think that when the Mother Of Dragons returns and sees the heads of 1,500 Unsullied on both sides of the road, she will definitely be angry and lose her rationality. "
Marese and Danzo's expressions changed drastically when they heard this. They never thought that their commander would use such a ruthless method to deal with the Mother Of Dragons.
They had signed a contract before. The Wind Blowing Group could stay in Yuan Kai, but they had to work and not put in any effort. They couldn't be stained with the blood of the Mother Of Dragons' soldiers.
What happened to the commander?
The two were puzzled.
"Hahaha, that's it! The 50,000 slaves didn't disturb her state of mind, but the 4,000 heads of her soldiers must have made her furious. Whether she truly cherishes her soldiers or wants to protect the reputation of the 'Legendary God of War' from being tarnished, she will definitely not be able to maintain her cold state of mind. If she makes a mistake in the chaos, we will have a chance to win, "Glazdan laughed.
"Your Excellency is wise! You have completely grasped that woman's thoughts, "a general of Gith praised.
"Of course, I am also a God of War," Glazdan looked up at the rising red sun in the east, looking like a lonely hero. "Only heroes can understand heroes. Although she and I are enemies, I have to admit that both of us are lonely people. How can we not be lonely when we are at the top of the world?
In the past few decades, I have experienced thousands of battles, big and small, and returned victorious every time. I am lonely and proud.
So, after the defeat at Baiyang Slope that day, my state of mind was almost crazy to the point of collapse. I couldn't calm down for a long time.
Such a state of mind caused me to make mistakes in judgment in the following days, until the great and sacred victory last night — "
The Prince of Ragged Clothes said with a straight face: I have a big slap in the face, do you want to eat it?
Glazdan, who had finally defeated the Dragon Queen once and was about to defeat her a second time, did not notice the constipated expressions of the people around him. He said with emotion: "I can understand her feelings the most. After winning several battles in a row, she must be proud and proud. But as long as she suffers a major setback, it will be like falling from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, and there will be no chance for her to rise again."
"Your Excellency, the enemy's army is not small, more than 4,000 people, and 1,500 of them are Unsullied. I am afraid that we will not be able to take them down in a short period of time," Meris could not help but interject.
"Humph, we have 2,000 elites in the Wind Blowing Group. Can't we take down 1,000 Unsullied?" The Prince of Ragged Clothes glanced at the interrogator expressionlessly, then looked at Glazdan and said: "How many troops does Your Excellency intend to send?"
"All of them!"
.....
"All of them?" The Virtuous Lord put his palms on the table and shouted: "Glazdan, are you crazy? Our goal is to protect Yuan Kai. If you bring all your troops out of the city, what about Yuan Kai? "
"Virtuous Lord, please listen to my analysis …"
This time, Glazdan, who had a draft in mind, systematically explained "The Psychology of the Ever-Victorious War God" to all the Virtuous Lords and Great Generals present.
Seeing that everyone seemed to understand, he concluded: "Perhaps her state of mind is stronger than mine, but she is only 15 years old, and she has just miraculously defeated Meereen. How can she not be angry when she suddenly sees the heads of 4,000 of her trusted soldiers?
Don't forget the Targaryen Family's' Mad Blood 'gene! When she goes crazy, we will have a chance to win. "
"Is there something wrong with your head?" Azan stared with his yellow eyes and shouted: "If the city is breached, the Dragon Queen, who has been provoked by you, will probably slaughter everyone in the city."
"Hiss …" Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, and their expressions became hesitant.
The Virtuous Lord suddenly said, "That's fine."
"What?"
"Glazdan, 15,000 newly formed Gith Militia will remain in the city. They are new recruits and are good enough to defend the city, but they are not qualified to fight in the field.
You can bring 10,000 gladiators, 10,000 Gith Warriors, and 3,500 mercenaries out of the city. The remaining 1,500 mercenaries will cooperate with the new Gith soldiers to defend the city.
I only have one request: kill all the Unsullied! " The Virtuous Lord looked at War God Yuan Kai and said word by word through gritted teeth. His expression was cold and resolute.
"Mourinho, are you crazy?" Azan said in disbelief.
"It's not that I'm crazy, it's you, all of you …"
The Virtuous Lord pointed his right index finger at Azan, then glanced at all the Virtuous Lords and Great Generals. "You seem to have forgotten one thing. We have already killed 50,000 slaves!
Based on the way she dealt with Astapor, after Yuan Kai falls, almost all the men in our family will be executed.
This is the worst outcome. No matter how crazy she is, can she kill us two or three times? "
"This …" Even Azan was silent.
After a long while, he smiled bitterly. "I told you not to be so ruthless. Yuan Kai and Astapor are different. You …"
"Sigh, it's too late to say anything now.
Glazdan, are you confident that you can take down the 4,000 people camp in a day? "
War God Yuan Kai waved his hand domineeringly and said proudly, "No need for a day. With my absolute strength, you will see my messenger before dark today."
.....
"Messenger —"
It was only three o 'clock in the afternoon, and all the Virtuous Lords and Great Generals were sitting in the hall in a daze. A man wearing a yellow silk cloak rushed up from the bottom of the pyramid.
"Oh, so fast?!" The slave masters all stood up and looked at the palace gate with joy.
The Virtuous Lord took a few steps forward and shouted from afar, "Are you General Glazdan's messenger?"
"I … I … I am …" The man wearing the yellow silk cloak's face was red, and he was sweating. The intense running almost made him breathless.
"Very well, I understand!" The Virtuous Lord turned around, raised his hands, and shouted, "Congratulations to War God Yuan Kai, Glazdan!"
"Glazdan, Glazdan! War God Glazdan! "
The Virtuous Lords, Great Generals, Commander Guise, and the man wearing the yellow silk cloak all raised their hands and cheered enthusiastically.
Even the poop man Yazan reluctantly raised his right hand and lamented to Sweetheart beside him, "Although I don't like that guy, Grazidan is also worthy of his great name. He's strong, fearless, unyielding, and quick-witted … He's one of the few famous generals in Yuan Kai for the past thousand years. He's the 'War God Yuan Kai', Yuan Kai's pillar that holds up the sky!"
Oh, 'Glazdan' was the name of a great general of the Guise Empire.
"God of War Graz 'dan!" Gradually, even the guards outside the pyramid began to shout.
Everyone saw Glazdan leading tens of thousands of soldiers out of the city and knew what he was going to do.
Hearing such cheers from the great pyramid in the center of the city, the citizens naturally knew that War God Glazdan had defeated the evil Mother Of Dragons again.
Thus, the cheers of 'War God Glazdan' echoed throughout the city.
Yuankai City was immersed in a sea of joy. Young men in Toka robes even walked on the streets and danced with unfamiliar girls on the streets.
"Waah …" Amidst the joyous laughter, the messenger suddenly burst into tears.
The Virtuous Lord was stunned at first, but he immediately understood. Although Glazdan had won the battle, the other side had 1,500 Unsullied. This young man must have had family members who died on the battlefield.
"Sigh, don't cry. Dying for Yuan Kai is the best ending for the son of the Harpy," he comforted.
"Waa …" The man wearing the yellow silk cloak cried even harder.
"Look, this child …" The Virtuous Lord smiled and said to the Virtuous Lord beside him, "He lacks experience. He should learn from our iron-blooded War God."
"Virtuous Lord, Mother Of Dragons is here! We are doomed. General Glazdan is … is … going to be wiped out again! "The messenger cried.
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