Jiang Tian transmigrated to the Great Xia Dynasty and was immediately met with a drought that had lasted for many years. The county magistrate, in order to pray for rain from the Dragon King, prepa...
"Thank you, sir..."
Soon, these Xianbei generals rushed down from the high platform.
They mounted their horses one by one.
"My warriors, the master said that today is the day to make our mark."
"We'll set off immediately."
"Go and kill all those Rakshasa people."
"Kill them all, leave no one alive."
"Warriors, follow me."
Commands were given from below.
Accompanied by shouts.
Those people below the platform followed them straight north.
In less than two hours, almost all 800,000 people below the platform had fled.
Nomadic peoples are great.
When we go into battle, we all bring our own weapons and warhorses.
There's absolutely no need for the imperial court to resolve this.
The imperial court also lacked the capacity to resolve the issue.
Xiang Yu walked over.
"My lord, is it really necessary to give these barbarians so much money?"
"No matter how much money we give them, they'll give it all back. A generous reward will surely bring forth brave men. After what we've done today, who among them wouldn't fight to the death?"
"My lord, isn't this sending them to their deaths?" Li Yuanba smiled slightly.
"Li Yuanba, you've finally got a brain. What have you been eating all day? How did your brain grow so fast?" Jiang Tian patted Li Yuanba on the shoulder.
Lu Jianxing: "My lord, Sheffield has left. Should we capture Murong Chui?"
"Where is Murong Chui now? Take me to see him. That old guy is quite capable."
"On a ranch in the suburbs."
"Here's what we'll do. I'll go to the Marshal's Mansion now. You take some men, tie up Murong Chui, and bring him there. I'll see him there."