Chapter 1222: 544: Rebellion and massacre! Blood fills the sky!
Chieftain Duoduo of the Wild Horse Tribe held a short Dao, and Constantine’s wife was quite voluptuous, so although the fierce stabbing caused blood to spray wildly, it was scary but not fatal.
Even so, Gou Li let out a terrifying scream, but her mouth was bound, unable to make any sound.
As for Second Madam Sisi, when the chieftain’s castle was set afla, she was found by the Wild Horse Tribe people and captured.
As for her affair with Lanling, both Duolong and Duoduo were unaware; they only knew that as a hostage, she was just as valuable as the First Madam.
“Slish, slish, slish…” Duoduo’s Dao stabbed into Gou Li’s voluptuous and alluring body dozens of tis.
Gou Li let out a series of horrifying growls.
“Stop, stop, stop…” Constantine II’s eyeballs were nearly bursting as he shouted, “Duoduo, what do you want? What do you want?”
“I want nothing, I just want revenge…” Chieftain Duoduo of the Wild Horse Tribe replied, “Your father is a despicable man, unable to defeat my Wild Horse Tribe openly, so he used underhanded ans to annihilate us. I just want revenge…”
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Foreign Tribe Army Camp.
Lanling spread out a sheepskin map on the ground, showing the general layout of the Chira Tribe.
“A major change has occurred in the tribe, so I believe Constantine’s main army will know soon.” Lanling said, “If they use carrier hawks to send ssages, Constantine will receive it in half an hour or so. Then he will compromise with Alfonso and lead his troops back to the tribe, leaving us with limited ti overall.”
“Our first goal is to seize the warhorses; otherwise, running with just two legs, we surely won’t outrun the enemy.” Lanling pointed to a large area on the map and said, “Here is the War Horse Camp of the Chira Tribe, where there are currently around two thousand warhorses.”
“From our Foreign Tribe Army Camp to the War Horse Camp, it’s about three thousand three hundred ters.” Lanling said, “We must get to the War Horse Camp as quickly as possible, with no stops along the way. Once we seize the warhorses, victory is ours.”
“Yes!”
In fact, there’s no more room for planning now; just directly seize the warhorses, then break out of the tribe, and enter the Ghost Realm World as quickly as possible.
There are three crucial steps to this entire rebellion.
The first step is to lure Constantine’s main army away from their lair. The second step is to let Ankara and the Chira Tribe start fighting earlier, holding up Constantine’s main forces. The third step is the tactic of luring the tiger from its mountain, making Constantine II lead his army away from the Barbarian Army Camp.
Now that these three steps have all succeeded smoothly, the entire rebellion plan has been accomplished by eighty percent.
“Everyone, set out with !” Lanling ordered.
Then, he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, leading over a thousand Foreign Tribe warriors from the back mountain camp toward the tribe’s gathering area.
Along this path, there were many watchtowers from the Chira Tribe.
As soon as the Foreign Tribe army leaves the camp, they will be discovered imdiately, and the alarm will sound.
But…
With Lanling present, they had no chance to ring the bell.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”
Lanling’s arrows are like death’s na-call in the dark, hitting their target every ti.
The soldiers in these watchtowers hadn’t seen Lanling yet but were already struck down with arrows in their foreheads, dying wretchedly.
The path from the Barbarian Army Camp to the front tribe settlent was a mountain road over a thousand ters long.
All along, Lanling shot dead dozens of watchtower soldiers.
So, as of now, the Chira Tribe’s soldiers haven’t discovered that the Foreign Tribe army is rebelling.
At the end of the mountain road was a hanging bridge.
This was the last checkpoint for leaving the Barbarian Army Camp. Once over the hanging bridge, it reached the Chira Tribe’s cluster area.
Whether seizing horses or breaking out from the Chira Tribe, this hanging bridge was an unavoidable route.
Constantine did everything possible to defend against the Foreign Tribe.
Firstly, the Barbarian Army Camp was located on the central mountain’s backside, fully isolated from the tribe’s clustered area.
Secondly, enormous manpower and resources were spent to sever the mountain road for dozens of ters and build a suspended bridge.
And this suspension bridge’s control was entirely in the tribe army’s hands; during major incidents, rely turning a chanism would imdiately destroy the bridge with massive stones, thoroughly trapping the Foreign Tribe army, with no way out, unable to fly.
At the other end of the bridge, there was a stone fortress where a squad of soldiers constantly monitored the Foreign Tribe army’s movents.
If any disturbances were detected, they would cut off the bridge imdiately.
“Stop!” Lanling raised his hand.
Suddenly, all the forr Foreign Tribe warriors behind him lay down.
Lanling closed his eyes, using spiritual power to sense the stone fortress by the bridge.
There were a total of seven people, six of whom were on top of the fortress, observing, while another one was in the lower level of the chanism room, ready to activate the chanism to crush the bridge anyti.
This was a severe test.
If anyone on the fortress top makes any cries or commands, the person in the lower chanism room would certainly activate the chanism and destroy the bridge.
Once the bridge’s destroyed, the thousand-plus Foreign Tribe warriors would be trapped like turtles in a jar, with no way out.
Moreover, the chanism room below had no windows, and Lanling couldn’t kill from a distance.
Next, Lanling had to perform a nearly impossible feat.
Distanced shooting, simultaneously killing the six on the fortress top.
That’s right, simultaneously, without letting anyone make a sound.
To achieve this, it requires not only unerring aim but also the fastest Chain Arrows, and more—the speed of each arrow must differ, ensuring the last six arrive simultaneously to kill the enemies.
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