Chapter 3289: Little ghost, what’s your name?
In the dark night, a group of people were slowly moving forward.
Because they were exploring the environment under the cover of night, only the two people at the head of the team held torches to illuminate the surrounding area. Walking between the two people was Arslan riding a tall horse.
He squinted his eyes and looked ahead, muttering, "It's been so long since Wulihan left, why hasn't he come back yet?"
Another general beside him named Bayin held a torch in his hand. The light shone on his bearded face, making it almost impossible to see his facial features. Only his red eyes looked like a bloodthirsty beast in the night.
He said, "Your Majesty is too cautious. If it were you, I would say we should just charge in and kill everyone we see. We would scare the people of Handongwei so much that they wouldn't dare come out again. That would be peaceful."
Arslan glanced at him and said nothing.
Bayin was the second strongest warrior in the Neng Kingdom after Temur. However, compared to the calm and rough but delicate Temur, Bayin was much more reckless and impulsive. Therefore, although he was extremely brave and had great prestige in the army, he had never been valued by Monk in the past.
Therefore, when Arslan retreated to Baihu City, he followed.
Over the years, he and Chen Zixiao had clashed the most. However, despite his extraordinary bravery, he couldn't gain much advantage over the shrewd and reserved Chen Zixiao, so he had been holding his breath, wanting to make a big move. This time, Arslan had mobilized all the troops in White Tiger City, and he naturally took the lead.
Arslan thought for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Don't be impulsive."
When Bayin heard this, he rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.
Arslan didn't say much to him. He just turned around and said to Sukhe who was following him: "Take some people over to see what Wulihan is doing. Remember, you have to hide if you see him."
Su He said: "Yes."
He waved his hand to gather a few people behind him, and when he was about to turn his horse around and walk to the side, the sound of horse hooves came from the dark night not far away.
Everyone immediately became alert.
After all, this place is neither the territory of Baihu City nor the territory of Handongwei. If the troops of the two sides meet here, there will be a fight. But tonight, Arslan just came here to observe the situation and did not intend to bring the battle forward.
Bayin was so excited that he drew out the big knife from his waist.
But at this moment, Wulihan's voice came from the front: "My king, it's us!"
Upon hearing his voice, Arslan breathed a sigh of relief, shook the reins, and slowly walked forward with his men. The closer they got, the clearer the sounds coming from the front could be heard. Not only Wulihan and the others, but also a child's voice kept shouting: "Let me go, let me go!"
Where did the child come from?
Although the people of Neng were born and raised on horses and learned riding and archery from a young age, they would not go to the battlefield until they were at least fourteen years old. But from the sound of his voice, he was still a child who had not grown up at all.
Arslan looked at the large group of people and horses coming up to him in confusion. On the back of a soldier following Ulihan's horse, there was a child half hanging. The child's hands and feet were tied up, and his waist and abdomen were pressed against the saddle. It was obvious that he was very uncomfortable after the bumpy journey. His face was pale, but he kept shouting and cursing, appearing very energetic.
Arslan asked, "What's going on?"
Wulihan immediately rode over, saluted him from his horseback, and said, "Your Majesty, we were on our way to investigate the thing the Yan people had built, and we encountered this child on the way. Seeing that his clothes were unusual, we captured him."
Arslan took a quick look and said nothing more, only asking, "Have you figured it out? What is it?"
Wulihan said, "It's an earthen platform."
"Tutai?"
"Yes, it rises more than ten feet from the ground and has three floors. It looks like a tower."
Arslan frowned.
He originally thought that Zhu Feng did not engage in a large-scale battle with him because he had other plans, such as mobilizing troops or having some conspiracy. Who knew that he would actually send people to build an earthen platform in this uninhabited wasteland?
What is this for?
Arslan asked, "Did he place something on it, or set up some kind of formation?"
"It's not clear yet, but it doesn't look like it's related to the war,"
Wulihan shook his head and said, "The scouts saw from a distance that they seemed to be moving some candles, paper money, and other things."
"What?"
"Moreover, they have a lot of people guarding them. The clothes they wear are also strange. They are not the clothes of the soldiers of the Handong Guard, but strange-looking robes."
“…”
"But no matter what, it's not for combat, it's more like—"
"Like what?"
"Just like when we usually offer sacrifices to the heavens and mountain gods."
"Sacrifice?"
Arslan frowned even more, and after a long while he said, "Zhu Feng must have known by now that I have mobilized all my troops to fight a great battle with him. Why would he offer sacrifices if he doesn't prepare properly?"
Du Bayin on the side laughed out loud: "In my opinion, he must be scared. We can only pray to God to bless him, hahahahahahaha."
His men also laughed arrogantly.
Before a war, such emotions, though somewhat unbridled, were sometimes necessary. The main purpose was to keep them from fearing battle. However, Arslan was thinking more than the others. He had fought Zhu Feng countless times when he was still the Prince of Yan guarding Peking, and he knew Zhu Feng's character all too well.
He would never do something like being afraid of fighting and praying for God's protection.
However, according to Wulihan's inquiries, some of the results were indeed true, which made people suspicious. What exactly did Zhu Feng intend to do?
Just as he was struggling with his inner thoughts, the child who was half hanging on the horse's back heard Bayin's words. He gritted his teeth in anger and spat at him fiercely: "Bah, you are the cowards, you are afraid!"
Only after hearing his voice did Arslan turn his attention to him.
This child - he looked less than ten years old, his clothes were indeed as Wulihan said, not like what ordinary people would wear. They were made of silk, which was rare in the entire northwest.
He made this gesture to Ulihan, and Ulihan immediately lifted the child off the horse.
The child kept struggling: "Let me go! If you dare to touch me, I will kill you! Let me go!"
Ulihan didn't bother to be polite with him and threw the child directly in front of Arslan. The child screamed in pain and tried to get up in a hurry, but Arslan stepped on his back with one foot, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Woooooooooo!"
Arslan looked down at his flushed face and said, "Kill our heads? What a boast! What's your name, little brat?"
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