"But in this way, I’m afraid the rebel army will be trained and beco even more formidable, with higher morale. By then, where in the world would there be an army capable of stopping such a strong force..."
Tie Dan looked at them,
"So what, is the rebel army fated to die."
The Five Elders were speechless for a mont.
Tie Dan gazed into the distance, watching as the ground shook and the mountains swayed, with black clouds breaking over the hills, as the flowing tide of Iron Cavalry rolled forth.
"The killing calamity is always for the strong to kill freely. The weak are to be eliminated. If you don’t want to die, why go to the battlefield? Besides, I’m not asking them to fight naked.
Both the sa parental upbringing and fully equipped with armor, competing on the sa stage, yet you can’t beat them, and still insist on winning; where in the world is such logic.
So what, our fate as Northern people’s lives doesn’t count, and we all deserve to die under the sword, is that it."
The Five Elders looked at each other in dismay.
"Young friend, don’t misunderstand, we don’t an that..."
Tie Dan sneered coldly,
"But that’s exactly what everyone in the world ans: rebellion is wrong, rebellion deserves death!
Causing chaos in the world, slaughtering the Central Plains, all the fault of the Northern people!
It’s us, this group of Northern captives, who have ruined their world!
Disturbed their peace! Destroyed their tranquility!
Hehaha! Truly hilarious!
Peace! Whose peace! The world! Whose world!
Our ancestors were also forced by the court during Emperor Wu’s ti to guard the borders in the icy lands of Yin Mountain and Yan Plateau!
For generations, descendants over so many years, the world enjoyed peace, yet no one thought of bringing us back to the Central Plains!
Why, is it that we are destined to guard the gates for the Central Plains people? To struggle with demons over food in the snow?
Even back then, Emperor Wu knew to gather resources from the world to supply the military needs of the frontlines! At least let the soldiers be well-fed! But now!
With Emperor Wu gone, the guard withdrawn, taxes and tributes from the Central Plains need not be paid anymore, cease fires and battles ceased, peace reigns! Yet Yin Mountain still needs guarding! The Nine Borders still need defending! Corvée labor still needs to be served!
The only difference is the salary is gone, the money is gone, the grain is gone! Starving until we can’t take it, escaping back over the ice and snow just to beg for a mouthful of food, if caught, we’re convicts! We’re runaway slaves!
Getting whipped! Getting locked in cages! Forced back to Yin Mountain to continue guarding! Guard guard guard! Guard until we die in the ice and snow, bones gnawed clean by wolves! What the hell do we owe the world to deserve this!
You think the twenty thousand horse riders of Kan Country appeared out of nowhere! There were always this many people at the foot of Yin Mountain! Blocked like defending against wolves by the Nine Borders vassal guards! Stopped at the pass to not let us return! If found in the snow, we’re made slaves, made into dogs, killed with impunity!
Fine! If you won’t let us return to the Central Plains, at least give us food! But we can’t even receive the damn military rations to survive! Forced to struggle for survival on the Icefield! Drinking snow water! Eating human flesh! Snatching a bite from the mouth of demons!
In the end, even that old man of Kan Country couldn’t watch anymore, ca up with an excuse to ask the Immortal Palace for money, just to be able to give one al! That’s the only way there was a horse ride force!
Why should they follow Stone Dragon! Just because that beast can slaughter millions to exterminate families, simply to seize food and money and won for his soldiers! Even human flesh can be divided so everyone gets a bite!
Having reached this point, do you really think just executing Stone Dragon alone will end this massacre! Bah! Stone Dragon dies! Then there’s a second! A third! And a whole twenty thousand more!
Each and every one of them wants to break into the Three Constellations, each and every one of them wants a massacre! To cut open the fat intestines of all the officials in the palace! To fetch all the grain owed for these years!
The massacre has co! The world is in chaos! Each based on their abilities! Dangers of war, the warriors die upon entering the fray!
Those with ability live! Those without perish!
So simple! So fair! So exhilarating!
What peace in the world! Bah! You think peace falls from the sky!
That was all fought, earned, and snatched for you by us!
Now we’re done!
Your peace is gone!
All that’s left is the fairness on the sword! This fairness is called your death or mine!
Fools who aren’t afraid to die! Co and die together!"
Raise the stick, beat the drums!
Dong, dong, dong!
...
At the ti, Marquis Xiao’s cousin held military power, commanding the Zhen Army’s Royal Army, all with finely crafted equipnt and a grand military appearance, considered an act of decades or longer.
Yet in three days, they were defeated by the Enemy Army at Yingzhou, with forty-two branches of generals beheaded, and about one hundred and fifty thousand killed, captured, or drowned, sending the generals of the central army running along Huainan, seizing three million bushels of Lu, which sent waves through the Central Plains.
Ever since Jiao began his uprising, he has fought with ten thousand cavalry each ti, bravest among the three armies, invincible wherever he went, capturing cities, breaching arrays, pushing and slaughtering, no one in the land can withstand him.
Then deploying a hundred thousand Iron Cavalry upriver, he ca to fight at Suiyang.
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