Chapter 753: Entering the formation alone to fight a pack of wolves; a three-inch poisonous tongue challenges the fire

The perspective crossed that ten-thousand-mile Great Wall standing on the desolate land and fell directly into the temporarily built Rouran Royal Court deep in the Northern Frontier desert.

The sky was overcast and dense, and the violent wind and sand were like countless tiny files, ruthlessly scraping those temporary camps barely sewn together with tattered wolf skins, emitting bursts of shrill, sorrowful wails like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The entire camp was filled with suffocating deathly silence and heavy despair. The wails of injured soldiers mixed with the heavy breathing of warhorses due to hunger, pushing this desolate atmosphere into an abyss that could explode at any time.

Wen Gexi sat dejectedly on that simple, makeshift throne spliced together with a few raw skins, which had no dignity to speak of. His sable fur coat, which once symbolized the status of a grassland hegemon, had long been tattered, covered in blackened blood stains and mud.

His eyes, bloodshot from exhaustion and resembling those of a demon from hell, stared fixedly at the hole in the tent roof; his cracked, bleeding lips trembled violently, and even the rough fingers gripping his horse whip were spasming uncontrollably.

In the open space in the center of the royal tent, Batu and Qiu Sheng Tou, two great Rouran generals, were confronting each other with red faces and thick necks, their extreme suppression and anxiety completely erupting into unbridled, intense arguments.

"The grain and grass we brought have long since bottomed out. The injured brothers outside can only rely on killing the warhorses that have run lame to drink blood to satisfy their hunger every day. If we drag it on like this, before we kill to Jinshan, these tens of thousands of troops will starve to death on this grassland!"

Ba Dou angrily smashed his chipped iron helmet onto the muddy ground, pointed at the stagnant, lifeless remnants of his defeated troops outside the tent, and roared in despair with a hoarse, cracked voice.

Qiu Sheng Tou grabbed the tattered leather armor collar on Batu's chest. The revenge scar he had cut himself on his face bled bright red again due to his excited expression, like a twisted red centipede crawling on his face.

"Shut your stinking mouth that spreads depressing words. The Khan's Yanzhi was killed, and our ancestors' graves were all dug up by Turkic dogs. Even if we have to bite with our teeth, we must bite off the throat of that bastard Moheduo for this blood debt!"

Batu forcefully knocked off Qiu Sheng Tou's hand, his retort carrying undisguised collapse.

"What are we going to bite with? The curved blades in the brothers' hands have long been curled after hacking all the way, and the deserters who secretly run away from the camp at night can't be caught. This military heart has long been scattered into a plate of rotten sand. What are we going to fight to the death with that group of wolf cubs who have just eaten and drank enough?"

The entire Rouran leadership was tightly shrouded in a heavy haze of despair and a fury born of being trapped between a rock and a hard place; no one could find a path to survival that would lead their people to safety.

Just as the argument in the tent was about to evolve into a desperate situation of drawing swords against each other, the extremely shrill and desolate warning horn sounded outside the camp without warning.

A soldier covered in dirt didn't even have time to take off the sword at his waist, directly scrambling into the royal tent and kneeling on the sand at Wen Gexi's feet, panting heavily to report.

"Khan, a massive convoy flying the Qi State flag suddenly arrived outside the camp gate. The leading envoy carried a large number of heavy wooden boxes that required a dozen strong men to lift, and demanded to see the Khan immediately with an extremely arrogant attitude!"

Wen Gexi heard this report, and his eyeballs, which were like a pool of stagnant water, turned extremely slowly. He couldn't figure out at all why the Qi State, which was far in the Central Plains, would suddenly send someone deep into this grassland hinterland at this moment.

But the crazy murderous intent in the bottom of his eyes, forced into a desperate situation, did not diminish by half. He supported his knees with his sturdy arms and stood up, a hoarse command like a beast's low roar coming from his throat.

"Let them roll in. If this Qi State envoy dares to run over to seek happiness for this Khan at this time, I will light a sky lantern outside this big tent and use the oil on his body to boil our meat soup!"

A group of fierce Rouran soldiers immediately lined up on both sides of the royal tent entrance, forming a corridor of defense reeking of thick blood; they drew their chipped curved sabers, crossing the blades in mid-air to create a death trap shimmering with a cold, murderous light.

Li Yu had changed into that Qi State brocade robe embroidered with gorgeous totems with gold and silver threads, his hands leisurely behind his back. Under the angry glare of this group of Rouran soldiers who were like man-eating wolves, his pace was so calm that there was not a hint of stagnation.

He didn't even blink his eyelids, directly using the tip of his expensive silk boots to push away the blood-stained weapons blocking his feet, and stepped into the gloomy and oppressive royal tent extremely arrogantly from that blade formation.

His arrogant posture—looking down on everything and treating the Rouran warriors as if they were nothing—instantly ignited the long-suppressed, violent, and vicious aura in Yun Geti's heart, and a core conflict with life and death hanging by a thread was completely detonated in an instant.

Wen Gexi rushed down from the throne like a crazy black tiger. His thick right hand reversed the hilt of the horse-slaying long sword at his waist, and he drew his sword with a violent force that could split mountains and crack stones.

The cold refined steel blade drew a dazzling white light in the air, accurately and incomparably framing it on Li Yu's fragile neck carotid artery. The blade instantly cut through Li Yu's fair skin, seeping out a shocking bright red blood line.

"You bunch of Qi State dog thieves who only know how to play with your lips, did you specifically run here to watch the joke of this Khan losing the royal court and being treated like a stray dog!"

Wen Gexi sprayed a nauseating fishy wind from his mouth, bringing his hideous face covered in thick beard close to Li Yu, his teeth grinding with a 'ge-ge' sound.

"Do you believe that as long as this Khan's wrist shakes slightly, I can chop off your head filled with calculations and empty the brain inside to use as a night pot for this Khan to get up at night!"

Life and death were completely hanging on the single thought of this irritable Khan. As long as that arm holding the sword exerted another point of force, Li Yu would be decapitated on the spot and blood would splash five steps.

But Li Yu not only did not show half a hint of fear of begging for mercy, but instead, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, raised his head and let out a deafening, crazy laugh full of extreme mockery in this deathly silent and oppressive tent.

This presumptuous laugh echoed back and forth in the dilapidated royal tent, making Batu, Qiu Sheng Tou, and other generals look at each other, completely unable to understand whether this Southern man with a knife framed on his neck was really crazy or playing a trick.

Li Yu didn't care about the sharp blade sticking to his skin at all. He slowly extended his slender, fair right index finger, pointing extremely contemptuously at the tip of Wen Gexi's nose, which was full of sweat and mud, and broke into a ruthless, heart-stabbing scolding.

"If the Khan is willing to be ridden on the neck by that group of forging slaves who only deserve to hammer iron in the grass nest to shit and pee, and even his most beloved Yanzhi was disemboweled by the Turks and his ancestors' ashes were scattered in the wind, and still be able to endure it like a shrinking turtle, then kill me quickly!"

With every word he spoke, he pressed forward half a step, forcing the long saber pressed against his neck to cut another half-inch into his skin, the fresh blood dripping along the blade's groove onto his Qi State official robes, blooming into enchanting red plum blossoms.

"My Great Qi has a million armored soldiers and shakes the Central Plains. We absolutely do not bother to form an alliance with a coward and waste who doesn't even have eggs and only knows how to be fierce in front of his own people. Kill if you want to kill. If you dirty the blood of my Great Qi envoy, your entire Rouran clan will have to be buried with me!"

This extreme insult, which stepped on the lungs word by word, made Wen Gexi's sturdy arm holding the sword start to tremble violently uncontrollably. His chest heaved violently, and his breathing was as heavy as a brute ox that had been completely angered but tied by a chain.

Qiu Sheng Tou, standing on the side, couldn't bear his own Khan being humiliated like this. He roared and drew the sword at his waist, his eyes spraying fire, wanting to bypass the desk and chop this arrogant Qi envoy into two pieces from the side.

Just as Qiu Sheng Tou rushed to the front, Li Yu didn't even look at him, directly slapping a loud slap with a force that was surprisingly large. The crisp slap sound was like an exploding whip in the royal tent.

This slap landed solidly on Qiu Sheng Tou's cheek, which was already swollen high, directly fanning this grassland fierce general half a circle on the spot, and half a mouthful of bright red blood with broken teeth sprayed on the dirty wool carpet.

"Open your dog eyes that are pasted by wind and sand and look clearly. This envoy is the living Bodhisattva who came to send you group of people who are about to die the revenge swords and life-saving grain and grass. I won't allow you to bark here!"

Li Yu shouted sternly, and the aura of the superior powerful minister completely suppressed the barbaric atmosphere of the entire royal tent. He casually pulled out the fake Qi State national letter from his sleeve and smashed it heavily on Wen Gexi's twisted and violent face like smashing a piece of broken cloth.

Immediately after, Li Yu didn't give these people any time to react. He snapped his fingers crisply.

The attendants waiting outside the tent immediately lifted the door curtain of the big tent, skillfully prying open the lids of those dozens of heavy camphor wood boxes, displaying the materials inside to this group of wolves who were starving to death without reservation.

The repeating crossbows emitting a cold blue light neatly arranged in the boxes, the brand-new standard horizontal sabers that didn't have a single gap and could cut iron like mud, and the top-grade hulled millet that emitted a rich rice fragrance, instantly blinded the eyes of all the Rouran generals in the tent who were desperate.

Looking at these excellent military equipment that could immediately arm an invincible elite and reverse the entire war situation, the shriveled eyeballs of the Rouran generals in the tent turned blood red, and the greedy and violent desire for revenge that had been suppressed for a long time intertwined and fermented crazily in the air of the tent.

Batu's psychological defense line completely collapsed the moment he saw those excellent repeating crossbows. He was the first to be completely ignited with the fanaticism of revenge, kneeling heavily in front of the boxes filled with weapons, grabbing a repeating crossbow with both hands and roaring hysterically.

"Khan, Heaven has eyes! With this batch of divine weapons sent by Qi State, we can throw away those curled broken knives. If the brothers eat a full meal, we can kill to Jinshan now and peel the skin of that bastard Moheduo alive to make a drum!"

But Qiu Sheng Tou, who had just been slapped, covered his cheek that was swollen high. Although his eyes were also full of desire for weapons, he still retained a trace of the old general's vigilance under the shadow of death.

He held the bloody curved blade across his chest, staring dead at Li Yu's smiling face, and raised the most fatal soul-searching question.

"You Qi people in the Central Plains have always been vicious wolves who don't get up early for profit. Why would you suddenly show mercy and send such a huge heavy gift when our Rouran is about to be exterminated? There must be an unspeakable fatal conspiracy behind this!"

In this extremely tense confrontation where a little carelessness would lead to a total loss, the corners of Li Yu's mouth again hooked into a cold smile that was as chilling as a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

He met Qiu Sheng Tou's gaze without any avoidance, and said the dimensionality-reduction truth that could completely dispel all the Rouran people's concerns in the most casual but cruel tone.

"Conspiracy? You really think that kid Moheduo grew his own ability to raid your nest? The Turks have long been secretly communicating with Chen Yan, the Wei Duke of Great Zhou, your mortal enemy in the south. They want to join forces to completely swallow this grassland!"

Li Yu walked to a box filled with grain, grabbed a handful of millet and let it slip through his fingers like an hourglass, his voice carrying the hegemonic logic of a great power that could not be questioned.

"How can my Great Qi sit idly by and watch the power of Great Zhou sit big without limit on this grassland, and let the Turks become the gate-keeping dogs of Great Zhou? The Khan pays with the lives of your grassland warriors, and my Great Qi pays with these military equipment and grain. We join forces to press down the arrogant momentum of the Turks, and help the Khan complete the revenge. This kind of mutually borrowing knives and soldiers' win-win business, can't the Khan figure it out?" ===== CHAPTER 754 =====