At this mont, the entire Chira Tribe was almost like an empty city.
More than thirty thousand people, all gathered in the Summit Castle Plaza.
The so-called plaza was actually just a flat ground, with part near the castle paved with stone slabs, and the rest all muddy ground.
Three people crowded here, so standing, so sitting on the ground, cursing under their breath.
In the middle of the night, bringing everyone up to the mountain top to catch the breeze was truly annoying.
Even Tie Ji and others, who were guests at the castle, were sowhat clueless, not knowing what exactly was happening.
anwhile, ng Tuoluo and the two Motuo Empire spies had already sneaked away quietly.
Others didn’t know what would happen, but ng Tuoluo knew long ago that Lanling had plotted the death of Constantine II, so staying would only add to the awkwardness.
...
Lanling led a thousand cavalry, charging up along the tribe’s avenue.
The Chira Tribe originally had thirteen thousand elite soldiers, plus four to five thousand second-line troops.
In the previous battle with the Wild Horse Tribe, over two thousand were killed or injured, and later, inexplicably fought with the Ankara Tribe, losing two to three thousand more.
Now, Constantine’s main force was reduced to just over nine thousand, forcing him to integrate the second-line troops into the main army, and then reorganized four or five thousand third-line troops from the robust n of the tribe.
But in the Ghost Realm World, Lanling wiped out his nearly fifteen thousand troops completely.
Thus, the Chira Tribe only had five thousand troops left.
Constantine went to a eting at the Silver Alliance, taking a thousand cavalry with him, leaving the Chira Tribe with only four thousand troops.
Three hundred were wiped out at the mine, Constantine II squandered another two thousand, and just now on the city wall, Lanling led a thousand cavalry and wiped out another three to four hundred.
So, at this mont, the entire Chira Tribe had only a little over a thousand troops left, and they were third-line troops, already extrely weak.
These thousand or so troops were partly in the War Horse Camp, partly in the Summit Castle.
At this mont, in the Chira Tribe’s War Horse Camp, there were already only a few hundred war horses left.
"Duolong, lead three hundred cavalry and eliminate all the enemies in the War Horse Camp." Lanling ordered, "I will lead the remaining seven hundred cavalry to the Summit Castle."
"Yes!" Duolong replied.
Then, the two of them temporarily split their forces.
Duolong to the War Horse Camp, Lanling to the Summit Castle!
...
On the Summit Castle Plaza, several hundred soldiers were struggling to maintain control, as the over thirty thousand Chira Tribe civilians were growing impatient and their curses were becoming increasingly unpleasant.
Just at this mont, there was suddenly the sound of rumbling hoofbeats.
The leader of the tribe’s samurai at the Summit Castle shouted loudly, "Attention, attention..."
They thought it was Constantine II arriving.
The result was...
A giant griffin suddenly flew overhead, appearing in front of everyone.
The tribe’s samurai and civilians at the Summit Castle were shocked, then they widened their eyes vigorously, surely they weren’t mistaken—how could... how could it be Lanling?
Next, chaos erupted in the entire Summit Castle Plaza, with continuous exclamations and curses.
Because in the previous battle, Lanling had killed thirteen to fourteen thousand of the Chira Tribe’s main forces, and almost every household in the Chira Tribe had soone in mourning and left widowed, making this enmity irreconcilable!
"Lanling, how can it be you? Where is the young chieftain?"
"You vile dog of the Foreign Tribe Army, you dare to show up, aren’t you afraid we’ll tear you apart?"
"Lanling bastard, give back my son’s life!"
The Summit Castle Plaza was truly boiling like a pot of water, in utter chaos.
And five hundred soldiers of the Chira Tribe clumsily bent their bows and nocked their arrows, drawing their weapons.
At this ti, seven hundred cavalry charged onto the summit plaza, completely blocking the entrance!
The entrance to the Summit Castle was a large gate, directly leading to the tribe’s avenue outside.
By sealing the gate with six hundred cavalry, it ant the only exit was blocked, leaving over thirty thousand civilians of the Chira Tribe on the Summit Castle Plaza with nowhere to go, as behind them was a precipitous abyss.
"Long ti no see..." Lanling sneered, "A few months ago, I revolted with the Foreign Tribe Army, beca independent, and broke out of the Chira Tribe. At that ti, I said I would definitely return, I just didn’t expect it to be... so soon!"
"Spit, Lanling bastard, may you die a horrible death!" a woman from the Chira Tribe spat into the air and cursed loudly.
Lanling said, "Madam, did I offend you?"
This tribal woman said, "You killed my son, four months ago, you bastard killed my son."
Lanling said, "If I rember correctly, it was your son who attacked my Fla Demon Tribe. Was I supposed to stand there motionless and let him kill ?"
"You wretched filth, you deserve to die!" the Chira Tribe woman said angrily.
Lanling said helplessly, "A deep-seated grudge indeed, seems it can’t end well!"
Then, he controlled the griffin beast to suddenly dive down, grabbing the woman from the crowd, then flew high, higher, higher.
Flying to an altitude of several hundred ters.
"Ah... ah... ah..." The tribal woman was so scared she soiled herself.
Lanling suddenly tossed her down from several hundred ters high.
"Whoever dares to catch her, dies!" Lanling said coldly.
"Ah... ah... ah..." The woman’s screams were blood-curdling.
"Splat..." Then, she crashed onto the hard ground, turning into a ss, dead beyond dead.
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