The Demon Lords-Chapter 683 - 133 Majestic_1
"Have we delivered the food to the Chu people?"
"Yes, Chieftain."
"Hm."
Geremu picked his teeth with a bamboo skewer, a small stove before him brewing milk tea.
Within the ranks of the wild people, differences existed even among the commanders. This was much like the disparity in status between the regional commanders of the Yan State's Northern Garrison Army and Southern Pacification Army versus those from other areas. Geremu had followed the Wild King from the very beginning. As one of the Wild King's core followers, he naturally stood a cut above the commanders from large tribes who had joined later.
"Gentlemen, the Yan people have changed their commander. They withdrew that immature prince and dispatched their Southern Marquis, whom you all likely know. This Southern Marquis is the same man who infiltrated our snowy plains half a year ago, stirring unrest in the western part of our territory. He forced many tribes to migrate and abducted many of our cattle and sheep. The totems of many small tribes were lost in his wake. In short, he is a tough adversary."
The four commanders below nodded silently at his words.
Lord Jingnan's reputation was well-known. When he was appointed commander-in-chief of the Yan Eastern Conquest Army, he not only brought a great morale boost to his own people but also exerted tremendous pressure on his opponents.
"But really, there's nothing to fear. Haven't we already beaten them once? We made tens of thousands of them feed the creatures in the river! Besides, didn't we once consider the Situ Family and the Jin people invincible? And now? We eat their food and sleep with their women. The once-mighty Jin people are now nothing more than droves of slaves in our hands. Things we dared not dream of have now come true. So, nothing is impossible! As long as we continue to follow the guidance of the stars and the King, the entire land of Three Jin will once again become the pasture of our Sacred Tribe! Even the entire East will be covered by the light of the stars! Come, let us drink to the future of our Sacred Tribe!"
"Drink!"
"Drink!"
The men in the tent raised their cups and drank in unison.
A moment later, Geremu put down his cup, clapped his hands, and chuckled.
"It's quite amusing. A few days ago, we received news from the Chu that a Yan army crossed the Wang River under cover of night. But instead of attacking Jade Plate City, they advanced further inland. And guess what? Those two young whelps from the Situ Family were captured by those Yan soldiers! When our warriors arrived at the foot of Fengxin City, the two of them were still hanging from the city gate tower. The stench on them... TSK, TSK. Since we've all just eaten, I won't go into the gory details, HAHA."
Geremu was of Jin descent. His family had been forced to seek refuge in the snowy plains to survive after offending someone from the Situ Family. Thus, he reveled in the Situ Family's misfortune. Moreover, traitors often share a common trait: they are frequently more ruthless when tormenting their "own people" than the actual enemy.
At this point, Wanda, a commander from a major tribe, chuckled and said, "The Situ Family were once dragons, but now they've become worms. Anyone can step on them now."
"HAHAHAHA!"
Everyone present burst into laughter.
The Situ Yi brothers had already been squeezed dry of all value. Currently, the wild people and the Chu people jointly governed half the Cheng State, having divided it between north and south. There was simply no place left for Situ Yi's little imperial court. Their demise was inconsequential.
"Brother Wanda is right. No matter how powerful you once were, if the Mandate of Heaven is not with you, even a dragon must become a worm. The same applies to the Yan people. The reason the Yan people could rampage across our snowy plains half a year ago was simply because the main forces of our Sacred Tribe were tied down at the Snow Sea Pass frontline, unable to spare troops. That's how their Southern Marquis managed to gain an advantage. Now, this Yan force numbers ten thousand at most. They are clearly a detachment sent by that Southern Marquis to harass our rear. It seems that Southern Marquis is truly out of options, resorting to such tactics against us. Well, we won't hold back! When a lamb delivers itself to our doorstep, we skin it and roast it over the fire! They're eyeing our Ming'an City, eyeing our monopoly market. Well, we're eyeing their flesh, their warhorses, and their armor! The King has said: one Yan head for one sheep!"
"Geremu, please give the order! We can't wait any longer!"
"Yes, my forces have already shifted to outflank them. Even if those Yan soldiers sprout wings, they won't escape!"
"That's right! If they dare to covet our monopoly market, the very stars will not forgive them!"
The four commanders all clamored for battle.
Geremu nodded in satisfaction.
The King's core army was currently confronting the Yan people along the Wang River frontline. The contingent Geremu had brought with him numbered only about ten thousand cavalry. Therefore, to completely annihilate that Yan force, he had to rely on the warriors these four commanders had brought from their large tribes.
"Wanda, your forces will continue to garrison Ming'an City. Remember, don't let Yan scouts discover you're prepared. Otherwise, the fish might not take the bait."
"Understood."
"Alangtai, I suspect the Yan people will dispatch a small cavalry unit to raid the area around Ming'an City. As the Jin people say, 'luring the tiger out of the mountains.' You will feign falling for their ruse and, accordingly, move your troops out of Ming'an City."
