If they truly retreat inside, there’s no need for the Central Plains army; they will starve to death within a year, killing off ninety percent of their soldiers.
This is a desperate situation.
The atmosphere within the entire Grassland Royal Court is already stifling to the extre; frenzied elite warriors with bloodshot eyes are slaughtering their own people everywhere.
Many more have eyes full of despair, as if foreseeing the future.
The Central Plains, why are they so strong?
In the past, when they headed south, they never thought the Central Plains were so mighty; otherwise, they wouldn’t have raided the borders year after year, waging war several tis within a few years.
Now, the unity of the Central Plains, the power they unleashed, has utterly driven them to despair.
In the confrontation between the north and south, they can still deploy nearly half a million elite troops and nurous powerhouses for the northern campaign, which is utterly terrifying...
Nowadays, the addition of various Grassland tribes has further empowered the Central Plains army, giving them tens of thousands of servant soldiers. They have retreated repeatedly, causing almost all of their remaining strength to dissipate.
Inside an exquisitely luxurious gold-topped large tent.
Sat several dozen figures.
There were sturdy n clad in battle armor, priests with intricate headpieces, elders in golden robes, and young Barbarian Clan martial artists with cold gazes.
But without exception, the aura from their bodies was not weak.
The weakest among them was at the Primordial Spirit level.
Among them, the Yang God True Monarchs alone exceeded a handful.
As for their identities, they represented the most powerful forces the three Royal Courts could currently gather—All the Great Khans of the Royal Courts, as well as the High Priests and Great Generals of the Royal Courts, were here.
The three Great Khans each occupied a distinct position, clearly demarcated.
After the fall of the Wu Feng Barbarian God in the ancient Feng Royal Court, the two Great Khans shared equal power; unfortunately, it wasn’t long before the Ge Mu Barbarian God and the Wu Feng Barbarian God fell.
Naturally, they returned to the sa level.
Now, they’re essentially considered equal.
The atmosphere in the large tent was sowhat oppressive, with an imminent storm looming, weighing heavily on everyone’s shoulders, like carrying a thousand-pound mountain.
The source of their pressure, naturally, also ca from the Central Plains army.
The man in the golden robe swept his gaze across everyone, his eyes slightly sinking. If Wei Jinfeng were present, he would surely recognize his identity; it was none other than the Great Khan of the Ancient Jin Royal Court, Wanyan Tianba, who once led tens of thousands on an incursion into the Central Plains!
Back then, the Ancient Jin Royal Court went all in, a total of seven hundred thousand troops attacking the Central Plains, breaking through the Sword Sect Pass, and approaching Liangzhou City with great montum, only to be stopped by Chen Yuan.
Severing the thods of the Barbarian Gods led to a massive defeat for the Northern Barbarians.
Having lost soldiers and generals, the Ancient Jin Royal Court has yet to fully recover its Primordial Energy, and after another major battle, almost all of the Ancient Jin Royal Court’s foundation was exhausted.
Now, although so top-level powerhouses remain, the strength of the Ancient Jin Royal Court is, in fact, the weakest among the three Royal Courts.
"Gentlen, the Central Plains army is advancing, leaving us no retreat. I believe that only by fighting can we completely reverse the decline,"
Wanyan Tianba said in a deep voice.
"It’s easy for Wanyan Khan to say, but the Central Plains army added to those traitors now numbers over a million, with countless powerhouses. It’s said that King Yan himself leads this northern campaign.
With three Barbarian Gods fallen, how could we possibly withstand their advance? A decisive battle... haha... in my view, it would be courting death," said Yelu Ming, Khan of the Ancient Wood Royal Court, in a cold voice.
The Ancient Jin Royal Court advocates standing strong, while the Ancient Wood Royal Court leans towards retreating.
For a reason, the Ancient Wood Royal Court, located at the edge of the snowfields, is the tribe most adapted to the snowfield climate among the three Royal Courts. Retreating to the snowfields is most advantageous for them.
"Retreat and retreat again, avoid and avoid again, are we to hand over this vast grassland to the Central Plains?
How will our Grassland warriors ever hold their heads high in the future?
Moreover, retreating to the grassland is easier said than done. Our three Royal Courts total millions; can the grasslands accommodate us? Within a year, perhaps,
The three main Royal Courts will cease to exist." Wanyan Tianba said in a deep voice, glaring at Yelu Ming.
"I share the sa view; we Grassland people neither revere the heavens nor fear the earth. Our strength is boundless, yet we dare not wage battle after the Central Plains army’s incursion.
If we keep retreating, where is our Grassland heritage? Are we to hide in the grassland for eternity? Even a thousand years ago... we were never so timid.
It’s nothing more than a battle, nothing more than death; I will not retreat!" The Ancient Feng Royal Court Khan shattered the table in front of him with a slap, shouting harshly.
His body was enveloped in a strong fighting intent.
"Well said."
Wanyan Tianba imdiately agreed.
Despite everything, he has thrived for over a hundred years, where his long blade points, invincible, and the entire grassland bows before him, also exerting pressure on the Central Plains.
For a hundred years, the Northern Border of the Central Plains dared not make a move, with a sense of pride and ambition in his heart.
So fear death, but more do not!
He would rather die standing than live kneeling.
"It’s a pity the Central Plains won’t accept our surrender; otherwise, this calamity might have been averted," the High Priest of the Ancient Feng Royal Court suddenly sighed lightly.
If they had the choice, the Grassland Royal Court wouldn’t be unable to concede, but the other party offers no chance, initially giving no response, to stabilize them.
Now they march north without a word, and if they hadn’t retreated quickly, they might already be dead under the Central Plains’ iron hoof.
"No need to ntion it; Chen Yuan is ruthless, intolerant of any dissent. He seeks to achieve deeds rivaling those of the Chu Grand Ancestor a thousand years ago, and naturally aims at the grasslands.
We have no retreat!"
Wanyan Tianba stared fiercely at Yelu Ming.
"Heh, let’s wait... for the Heavenly Khan’s return to decide," Yelu Ming looked at the atmosphere in the tent. Aside from so strong supporters from the Ancient Wood Royal Court,
The other powerhouses felt pushed to the brink and were unwilling to retreat further, preparing to fight the Central Plains army to the death.
"Heaven..."
Wanyan Tianba was about to say the Heavenly Khan is not here now, how can we hesitate, but before the words were finished, an invisible pressure enveloped everyone.
The void inside the Royal Court’s tent split open, and a muscular man with a bare chest, his long hair braided, slowly erged from the void.
Finally sitting at the head position.
Everyone moved in unison, bowing and pounding their chests, saying:
"Greetings to the Heavenly Khan!"
"Greetings to the Heavenly Khan!"
"Greetings..."
The Heavenly Khan Huang Ji is now the last pillar of the three Royal Courts, a presence even the Barbarian Gods willingly bow to, even after the defeat in the Western Regions, still revered.
No one dared show any disrespect.
"Everything you’ve said, this Khan has heard," Huang Ji’s gaze swept calmly over everyone.
"This...."
The several Great Khans present exchanged glances, not daring to respond.
"Wanyan Tianba is right; our Grassland Barbarians are the divine race of heaven, born to be the warriors of the grassland. Retreat is possible, but not retreat after retreat.
Extinguishing the warrior spirit of our Grassland warriors."
Huang Ji looked at Yelu Ming lightly.
Yelu Ming instantly felt pressured and quickly nodded:
"What the Heavenly Khan says is true, I was... shortsighted."
"No, you also make so sense. In this decisive battle, the Grassland has more chances of defeat than victory, with little hope of winning. It is necessary to leave behind seeds.
A thousand years ago, the Grassland faced a major disaster but ca back; now facing similar circumstances from a thousand years ago, the heavens won’t forsake our Grassland lineage."
Huang Ji stood up, taking a deep breath, solemnly said:
"This Khan has decided to extract three thousand seeds of outstanding potential from the three Royal Courts, to retreat from the grasslands and hide in the snowfields, waiting for the future.
All others, prepare for battle, gather all forces, fight with our backs to the snowfields, fight the Central Plains to the bitter end, life or death!"
"As you command, Heavenly Khan!"
"As you command, Heavenly Khan!"
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