Chapter 1507
The Final Battle: He is the Ancestor of Wolf Extinction
Chapter 1507 The Final Battle: He is the Ancestor of Wolf Extinction
With a whoosh, the enemy soldier drew his broadsword, startling the old poison master and the eldest prince so much that they almost shouted "Protect the Emperor!"
thump!
The enemy general knelt down, placed his broadsword in front of him, and kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "I, the Divine Envoy of War, beg you, the Divine Physician, all the princes, tribal kings, noble clan leaders, and all the generals, to agree to my strategy!"
"This strategy, though cruel, is the key to taking down the city in one fell swoop. Rong will bear all the blame, and all the credit will be shared by you all!"
Is there really such a good thing?
Since you're pleading like this, it doesn't seem right for us to disagree.
The hundred or so people inside the imperial tent were all deeply moved.
But no one was the first to speak out.
A bunch of cowardly good-for-nothings. I've already made it clear that I'll take the blame for you, and you still don't dare to take the lead in expressing your opinions?
You lot think you can destroy Wei?!
"This matter is of utmost importance, involving the lives of hundreds of thousands of heroes from the Eastern Desert. I know that you all feel sorry for the heroes and dare not make such a cruel decision. I request the First Prince of Divine Power and the Divine Will to seek divine guidance."
"If God agrees, I urge you all to implement this plan immediately; if God does not agree, I will never mention this plan again!"
After saying this, he kowtowed again.
He had barely kowtowed once when dozens of voices immediately said, "The words of the War-Supervising Envoy are quite right. Please, Crown Prince Divine Power, immediately communicate with the Divine Will!"
Their eyes were gleaming with greed, and they couldn't wait to skip the shamanistic ritual and make the decision directly: to infect a group of Eastern Desert soldiers with the plague and drive them to launch a strong attack on the capital city, so that they could enter the city and enjoy their newfound wealth!
The old poisoner also advised the charlatan: "Prince of Divine Power, since all the princes, tribal kings, and generals are earnestly requesting this, why don't you take the time to communicate with the divine will?"
"Since my maternal grandfather has made the request, I, the Divine Prince, will naturally agree. However, I have long been extremely dissatisfied with the progress of the war to destroy Wei. Now that I have this intention, I wonder if the Divine Prince will give a response?"
Damn it, you're still pretending?!
The enemy soldiers were so angry they wanted to kill the charlatan prince on the spot, but they still had to plead again.
Those inside the imperial tent also pleaded with him, and the charlatan, having been thoroughly satisfied with his pleas, reluctantly agreed.
Then, he got up and began his shamanistic ritual.
The answer, of course, is that the God of Air agrees.
The charlatan even said, "God scolded me for being too merciful. If I had used this strategy earlier, I could have breached the capital city more than a month ago. God wants me to be more ruthless. It is a great taboo for those in power to be too merciful. Moreover, after the heroes die, they will go to the land of the gods to enjoy blessings. There is no need for them to linger in the human world because of my mercy."
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Shut up! If you keep distorting the truth like this, people will soon forget the true meaning of kindness!
"Since it is the will of the gods, let us carry it out immediately!" Enemy Junrong interrupted the others' attempts to comfort the charlatan prince and immediately began the execution phase.
"Please have the Grand Prince write the Divine Decree, and we will all stamp and affix our fingerprints!" The Southern King, the Second Prince, and Litele urged in unison.
"Well, since this is the will of the gods, this prince with divine powers will write it down now."
The charlatan talked a lot of nonsense, and to distinguish himself from ordinary people, the old poisoner even taught him to slow down his actions and speech.
When speaking, one should only reveal a fraction of what is said, that is, speak vaguely, leaving the foolish believers to guess the meaning.
Guessing makes fools more convincing than telling them outright.
The enemy army suppressed their murderous intent, waiting for the charlatan prince to write a divine decree.
After some back and forth, they finally obtained the Divine Decree. The enemy commander immediately stamped it with the seal of the Divine Envoy and pressed his own handprint.
Bang bang bang! Inside the imperial tent, more than a hundred enemy soldiers, except for the princes who were just there to make up the numbers, all stamped their seals and pressed their handprints. "Divinely bestowed physician, please obey the divine will and grant us medicine." The enemy soldier Rong, the ancestor of Lang Mie, felt that the number of enemy soldiers infected with the disease was too small, and that the siege would probably not be successful. So he actually asked the old poisoner to give him poisonous bacteria to accelerate the speed and number of enemy soldiers getting sick.
Upon hearing this, the old poisoner immediately lowered his eyes... If he didn't quickly lower his eyes, the old poisoner was afraid that the enemy would see the killing intent in his eyes.
After capturing the capital city, this traitor must not be allowed to live any longer; he must die!
However, the Second Prince quite liked the enemy commander Rong, thinking, "Rong, the divine messenger, truly lives up to his reputation as a divinely appointed war supervisor; his execution of divine will is indeed extremely swift."
Poison Old Man: "..."
You idiot, do you think you can control a molten thief? With your brains, you can't control him at all. You have to kill him!
"Since it is the envoy of the Melting God who is urging us, I, the God-Healer, will immediately issue an order to send someone to fetch the Flame Poison." The old poisoner gave the order and even showed concern for the enemy's Melting God: "The envoy of the Melting God can supervise the battle from a distance, but he must stay away from the Flame Poison. He must not put himself in danger, otherwise it will be a loss for the God and the Eastern Desert."
"Yes, I will obey the divinely ordained physician's command!" Di Junrong was very good at speaking, always placing himself in a humble position.
"Your Highness, please retreat another ten miles." Enemy Junrong began to give orders: "Your Highnesses, Tribal Kings, and Generals, begin to mobilize your troops... You can decide which troops to mobilize."
This means choosing the healthy enemy soldiers to die.
Inside the imperial tent, the second, fifth, sixth, and seventh princes, tribal kings, and generals all took out their military registers and wrote down the names of the non-confidants and less capable soldiers who were infected with the plague, using the enemy's script.
The enemy army preferred to let the most capable soldiers get infected and attack the city, but after thinking about it, they held back... After getting infected, it would be a desperate battle, and individual combat power could be increased by about 100%. Moreover, breaking through the capital city was only the beginning of destroying Wei. Afterwards, they would have to join forces with the Western Rong to continue the great cause of destroying Wei.
Therefore, it is best to retain the most capable soldiers on the Eastern Desert side.
This?
Well, the enemy's intelligence is inconsistent. Since they know that the rat plague is ineffective against both sides and that it is important to preserve their fighting strength, why do they do such a brain-dead thing as infecting their own people?
The enemy forces were helpless, after all, they had been infected again, and the situation was much more serious than before... In short, let's make use of what's left.
But this time, the recycling of waste must be a great success, or he will have to atone with his death!
Stop fooling yourself, you're the kind of thing that's unwilling to die.
After selecting the troops to be sent to the infected camp, the enemy commander said, "The divine decree cannot be issued yet. We must retreat and redeploy troops first. We will issue the divine decree after the troops sent to the Fifteen Mile Camp show signs of infection. Only then will the heroes accept their fate."
"The order must not be wrong!"
If someone were to tell you at this point that God sent you to contract the plague, even if the Eastern Desert soldiers were superstitious and believed in air gods, they would still kill the person who gave the order.
"Understood." The enemy soldiers responded, thus sealing off the treacherous plot that would harm their own people within this grand imperial tent.
The next moment, they smiled and left to issue the troop deployment order.
Thump thump thump thump!
"The Second Prince orders the Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Tents of the Left Army to proceed to the Fifteen Mile Camp to construct a defensive line!"
The enemy army consisted of a large tent with a thousand soldiers, so the second prince gave them at least 20,000 troops.
The fifth and sixth princes received the same amount, while the seventh to tenth princes received ten thousand each, as their power was not great enough and they did not have that many soldiers.
The charlatan prince gave 22,000.
What a stingy bastard!
The second prince cursed inwardly, thinking that such a stingy person was unworthy of being the powerful first prince.
Tribal kings received 10,000, noble clan leaders received 3,000 to 5,000, and generals received 200 to 300.
By combining these numbers, they managed to assemble a genuine army of 200,000, plus the large number of people who contracted the virus yesterday, making it a solid army of 300,000.