Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 103 Chaos Pioneer
Retribution came too quickly, like a tornado. Under Dorgon's pressure, Sun Zhixian had no choice but to hurry up and leave BJ City in despair with a streamlined peace negotiation mission.

In the northeast, near Manzhouli in the later ages, on the snow-capped land, five spatial cracks suddenly appeared, with small openings, about the size of an adult man.

A white glow flashed by, and a team of lycanthropes with human bodies and bull heads appeared out of nowhere on the snowy ground. They were not many in number, about fifty or so, and all of them were naked, showing off like King Billy.

"Maragor, Cyclops, are there any humans nearby?"

Beast King Gothel stuck his beloved halberd in the snow, and his vertical pupils swept across the dark prophet Malagor and the Midden leader Trouble King One-Eye in front of him.

"Great King, three kilometers to the southwest, there is a human village, which is not large in scale."

Malago's eyes gradually changed from pitch black to normal, and with a flash of light, he said in a low voice.

"This world is full of disgusting pure energy, without any aura of destruction. With the four gods above, I swear to destroy this world."

One-eyed looked very excited, even if it was freezing cold, it couldn't dampen his excitement.

"Shut up, idiot! If you had some brains, you wouldn't be chopped off by that kid Middenling. The Four Gods took a fancy to you and rebuilt your body for you, not for you to mess around!"

Gosor unceremoniously pushed Cyclops down: "If you hinder the plan of the Four Gods, I will clean up the house for them!"

Sitting halfway in the snow, One Eye didn't dare to refute, he tightened his whip, his cloudy pupils concealed his thoughts at this time.

"Okay, Wang, the tribes have been waiting for a long time, it's time for us to go."

Gorsol didn't look at One-Eyed, and went straight past him, and Malago followed behind him, pulling up One-Eyed who was wondering what he was thinking.

"We are the pioneers chosen by the gods to clear the way for the army. Through scouting magic, I found that the human country living on the land under my feet is very similar to the Cathay Empire in the original world. The only difference is that their country is in civil war. We have an opportunity to take advantage of it. .”

Patting off the snow on his shoulders, Cyclops reluctantly nodded, lowered his head, and followed behind obediently, like a frosted eggplant.

Forty tauren escorted the three legendary lords of the beastmen, and came to the designated area: a cave that was almost covered by heavy snow, with a goat skull hanging at the entrance of the cave, and the unique words of the beastmen were written on the right side of the skull: welcome to new world.

Gosor lifted off the bearskin hanging outside the cave to protect him from the wind and snow, and got into the cave, the heat from the campfire blowing in his face.

"Everyone found a good place."

The leaders of various tribes sat around the bonfire, and on a simple grill, the roasted whole sheep gave off a tempting aroma. The leaders who were about to eat felt the cool wind blowing, and they all looked towards the entrance of the cave.

"King!" They stood up in a hurry to make room for Gosor, standing respectfully on both sides, their bodies trembling slightly.

Gosor didn't seem to see everything in front of him, so he found a place close to the campfire, pulled out the short knife at his waist, cut off a large piece of lamb leg, and bit down a piece of meat.

"Well, the familiar smell, for the sake of roasted whole lamb, please sit down."

The tribal leaders sat around Gosor respectfully, as if they had received amnesty, coveted the greasy roast leg of lamb in Gosor's hand, and glanced at the roast lamb on the grill from time to time.

"Eat what you want, Beastmen don't have so many rules."

A leg of lamb was in the stomach, and it was half full. Gosor stared at the leaders who were wolfing down, and said to his side: "Maragor, Cyclops, eat, you will have the energy to fight when you are full."

A roast sheep is not too big, and not much meat. All the beastmen can only feed their stomachs, but cannot solve their food and clothing.

"My lord, there is not much food left. We urgently need to go south to attack human settlements for supplies."

"How many clansmen do you have?"

"[-] from the Bonebreaker Tribe, [-] from the Tusk Tribe, [-] from the One-Eyed Tribe, [-] from the Giant Axe Tribe, and [-] from the Neighing Tribe."

Gosor threw away the leg bones in his hands and stood up with his hands on the ground: "The total number of tribes of the Beastmen is 20, which is enough to crush the empire. For food, go south immediately!"

Roar!Roar!Roar!
Greasy-mouthed Beastmen leaders held up lamb chops and lamb legs, praising Gosor's wisdom.

The huge Beastman battle group gathered from various hiding places, like the African wildebeest migration, 20 troops, endless, rushed to the first stop: Manzhouli with the breath of destruction.

The heavy snow in October almost blocked Manzhouli’s connection with the outside world. The sky gradually darkened. Banner people retreated into the warm kang early, or three or five of them shook the dice together to brag, or hugged their wives and children in a heavy mood. Go to sleep, everything seems so peaceful.

Suddenly, dogs barked loudly outside the door, and strange figures shuttled between the small villages. The door was kicked open, and the low-horned beast rushed into the house with a hand axe.

The bannermen turned pale with fright, shouted at the mountain ghosts, raised their wooden spears and bows and arrows hanging on the wall, and confronted them.

"Kill them!"

In the wind and snow, the big horned beast strolled into the low kang room with a two-handed battle ax on its shoulders, and gave orders to the hesitant low horned beast.

Roar!
The Bannermen desperately resisted the attack of the ghouls. The wooden spears pierced their shields, but could not get any further penetration. The bows and arrows shot down a ghouls, and before they had time to replace the bows and arrows, the rusty hand axes had already hit their necks.

The three bannermen soon died under the axes of the beastmen, and their blood flowed throughout the room.

"Bring the corpse, they are also rations." After finishing the order, the big horned beast left the house.

Every family in the village is staging a silent massacre. The wind and snow are too heavy to cover up human screams, and the snow is too thick to bury the scarlet blood.

Three quarters of an hour later, there was no one alive in the village. The wild beasts found a large number of horses, cattle and sheep in the village, and threw the corpses of the villagers into the carriage to serve as military rations.

After staying for a while, the Beastman embarked on the journey south again, pulling the mighty loot.In the village, on the man-made totem of the Beastman, the black and red blood had solidified in the cold wind, and dozens of heads were stuck on the wooden stakes beside it.

The cold northwest wind blew across the village, and under the fertile black soil, hot magma surged underground. Before long, the magma would break through the surface and gush out of the ground, engulfing the small villages on the border.

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Nanjing City, Poluhou Mansion, Fang Xiaobai woke up from his sleep, looked out the window, the bright moon was hanging high, and the watchmen walking in the streets and alleys shouted loudly: Three watch!Dry days and dry things!Watch out for candles!
Cold sweat ran down his back, and Fang Xiaobai let out a long breath: "Fortunately, it was a dream, which scared my father to death. Grandma, Ling Baliu has never made me feel at ease. Ever since I heard her say that the four gods of chaos are staring at this world, I haven't had a good night's sleep."

Blocking his forehead, Fang Xiaobai tried his best to calm down his emotions: the Tartars would not know the dangers of Chaos, their minds were full of muscles and Chaos.

If the Tartars did not withstand the impact of chaos, the Ming Empire where they belonged would be the first line against chaos.

"No, you have to speed up your preparations and continue to sleep. Only when you are in good spirits can your mind be clear."

Putting his head under the quilt, Fang Xiaobai tried his best to restrain himself from thinking about it. After two hours of mental struggle, Comrade Fang Xiaobai finally fell asleep again.

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