Chapter 893: Approaching

"Yan Wang killed my eldest son, slaughtered my tribesmen, left the women of our Beidi without beauty, and caused our livestock to cease multiplying."

"Such a blood feud is irreconcilable. Today, I, Mule Hongzhen, stand here and swear an oath to the Eternal Heaven: if I do not kill Yan Wang, I swear I shall not be a man!"

Bowing deeply to the altar, Mule Hongzhen drained the wine in his bowl in one gulp.

Following him, Wulanba, King Lamu of the Copper Bull Royal Tent, King Dala of the Silver Moon Royal Tent, and others successively swore blood oaths and drained their bowls of wine.

They gazed at Mule Hongzhen with firm expressions.

Since the founding of Great Song, they had been at war with Great Song for over two hundred years.

Just as they, the Beidi, were winning victory after victory and their national strength had entered its peak, on the verge of destroying Great Song, this Yan Wang appeared.

It was he who destroyed the Beidi's repeated plans to move south.

He turned their dream of establishing a Beidi Empire that encompassed the Grassland and the territory of Great Song into a bubble.

Furthermore, numerous Beidi generals and soldiers died at his hands.

These blood debts, they had recorded one by one.

Now, Yan Wang had defeated the powerful clans and was about to unify Great Song.

In the next step, Yan Wang would certainly launch a war against the Beidi.

Therefore, for the sake of the dead Beidi kings, for the sake of the dead Beidi warriors, for the sake of the grassland beneath their feet, and for the sake of revenge, they too would swallow Great Song alive.

The strategy that the waste-like powerful clans of Great Song failed to realize, they would inherit.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

As the ceremony ended, Ivan and Qiefusi began to applaud.

Qiefusi praised: "The ferocity of the Beidi is truly well-deserved. Your will is a thousand times tougher than those fragile powerful clans of Great Song. The failure in Yizhou was merely accidental; Yan Wang's army is nothing remarkable. Whether it is you or us, we only lost because of firearms and Artillery, but it won't be long before we master the firearms they have equipped."

Ivan nodded.

They incited the powerful clans and the Beidi to oppose Yan Wang, partly to contain Yan Wang and partly to collect information on the battlefield.

Through the Battle of Yizhou,

they obtained the key intelligence they wanted.

This key intelligence had already been sent to the capital.

Especially regarding the new type of firearm that Yan Wang's army was using.

In their traditional concepts, a firearm should be loaded from the front, just as a person relies on their mouth to eat.

But they did not expect that the Front-loading Rifled Musket they had just mastered would be suppressed by this kind of firearm that loaded from the back.

Once this intelligence returned to the Western Lands, it would surely trigger a storm regarding firearms and Artillery in the Western Lands.

Besides this, they felt it was necessary to rebuild the grenadiers.

In the war, Yan Wang's grenadiers played an important role.

The only regret was that they could not figure out what the firearm that exploded underground was.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard Mule Hongzhen's voice.

"What you say is correct. We Beidi are the most excellent warriors and the most excellent Cavalry. We only lack firearms and Artillery. With these, I can defeat Yan Wang." Mule Hongzhen looked toward Qiefusi, his gaze burning.

The weight of this Diplomatic Minister of the Ross country was much greater than Ivan's, and he could directly influence the opinions of the Emperor of the Ross country.

"That is certain. Our Ross country will be your most steadfast ally," Qiefusi said solemnly.

Originally, he had remained here to wait for Yan Wang to soften his stance and sign an agreement acknowledging the sphere of influence of the Ross country.

But all of this had fallen through, and the army they dispatched had suffered heavy losses.

Next, no one could predict what actions Yan Wang would take.

But in order to hold onto their land in the Far East, deep cooperation with the Beidi was clearly necessary.

Furthermore, the thirty thousand troops dispatched from the Ross country would arrive soon.

If the supplies for these thirty thousand people could be obtained from the Beidi, their logistical pressure would be much lighter.

At the same time, through the Battle of Yizhou, he no longer arrogantly believed that he could defeat Yan Wang with just these thirty thousand people.

Even these thirty thousand would need to coordinate with the Beidi army to gain a firm foothold in the Far East.

This was also the reason why they needed the Beidi more.

However, the threat of Yan Wang was so unsettling.

After the Western Lands Allied Forces arrived in Tianzhu, they would need to negotiate again on how to deal with Yan Wang and the Great Song unified by Yan Wang in the next step.

At the southern tip of the Dark Continent, the Boer country.

Once, this was a colony of the Stedan people.

But thirty years ago, the British invaded this place and took control of this country at the southernmost tip of the Dark Continent.

At this moment, warship after warship and Troop Transport Ship were resupplying at the Boer Port.

They were loading coal, beer, fruit, vegetables, and chickens in cages onto the ships.

This was the Joint Fleet that had set out from the Western Lands.

After more than two months of sailing, they had arrived here.

In another month or so, they would be able to reach Tianzhu.

Taking advantage of the resupply, soldiers in various military uniforms swarmed into the taverns near the port.

Before long, sounds of cursing and brawling came from inside, and from time to time, soldiers would emerge from the taverns with prostitutes in their arms and disappear into the streets.

Compared to the chaos of the port, there was a quiet manor on the coast less than five miles from the port.

This manor belonged to the Boer Governor Johnson; at this moment, the usually quiet manor was very noisy, with bursts of laughter.

"General Wesley, I wish you a triumphant start. This war is enough to give you the capital to compete for the position of Field Marshal." Raising his glass to the middle-aged general sitting beside him, Johnson said.

Then he added, "But no matter what, I feel that Her Majesty the Queen is overreacting this time."

"Every general in the Army says so; heaven knows if Bolt has been scared out of his mind and is just babbling nonsense." Wesley swirled his wine.

"That's possible. You know, His Majesty has always trusted Bolt deeply, otherwise he wouldn't have sent him to Tianzhu. That is the jewel in His Majesty's crown, isn't it?" Johnson winked, his tone full of jealousy.

Among all the overseas governors, Bolt received the most lucrative assignment.

"When I arrive in Tianzhu, I hope the facts are as he described. Otherwise, once I defeat this so-called Yan Wang and return to London, I will certainly have His Majesty strip him of his post," Wesley said.

This expedition cost a fortune; if it turns out to be a mere trifle, their Britain will lose all face before the many nations.

"With you there, even a matter of heaven-shaking proportions would be a mere trifle," Johnson flattered him again.

This Wesley was not only an Army General but also a Duke, with extensive experience in warfare.

Currently, Britain has four generals competing for the next Field Marshal, and he is one of them.

It is precisely because of this that he can curry favor with this Duke.

If he becomes Field Marshal in the future, with his support,

he himself might have a chance to compete for the next Prime Minister.

At the very least, he could leave Boer and head to Tianzhu.

Johnson's flattery caused a look of self-satisfaction to appear on Wesley's face.

This time, he is serving as the commander of the Coalition; if he wins this war, the position of Field Marshal will surely be his.