All Gods: Lord’s Conquest

"Chief, news came from the night battle. The barbarians sent a plundering force of 8,000 people. In three hours at most, this force will arrive at the black soil stronghold. Do you think we need to prepare early, or send troops to support? "Yesan hurried in and said anxiously.

As a high-ranking figure in the Ye tribe, Ye San knew the barbarian tribe very well, which was a far more powerful force than the giant tigers and barbarian oxen.

Faced with barbarian plunder, why did the fierce Honghe forces choose to compromise?

This is all because they have already fought against each other and are really unable to defeat them.

At the beginning, there were three large tribes in Honghe, the Giant Tiger, the Barbarian Ox, and the Horned Sheep. They were all large forces with tens of thousands of tribesmen.

In order to fight against the barbarians, the three major tribes formed an alliance and included almost all the Red River tribes. It was known as the Red River Alliance. The total number of people was more than the current Night tribe, with nearly 100,000 troops.

The Red River Alliance and the barbarians fought on the black soil plains. However, what was shocking was that the barbarians only sent 10,000 cavalry and defeated the 100,000 troops of the Red River Alliance.

Later, the Horn Sheep tribe was destroyed in one fell swoop, making the three overlords of the Red River a thing of the past.

From then on, Honghe was no longer able to fight against the barbarians.

"Don't be so nervous, we've been ready for a long time! Let them come. I also want to see whether the warriors of the Ye tribe are stronger or the warriors of the barbarians are more brave..." Looking at the nervous Ye San, Su Xingyu said with a smile Ran smiled and comforted.

Yesan hesitated and said, "That being said..."

"Okay, let's go and inform the soldiers that they are ready to go to war."

Su Xingyu waved his hand, and a coldness flashed through his eyes: "The barbarians have already put the meat into their mouths, how can we not eat it? Let's destroy this barbarians, go straight to Huanglong, and swallow them whole."

"As you wish, Lord Patriarch."

Seeing that the clan leader had made up his mind, Ye San would not object vocally even if he felt uneasy.

"Go ahead."

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The Black Soil Plain spans hundreds of miles, and the Black Soil Stronghold of the Night Tribe is located in the center of the plain. It was originally a large tribe of tens of thousands of people, living on animal husbandry. There is a blood crystal vein underground, which was later used by the Night Tribe. Annexed and converted into a black earth stronghold.

There are two purposes for establishing this stronghold. One is to guard against foreign enemies, and the other is to see the black soil plains in the distance.

After taking over the Bloodfang Forest, if the Night Tribe wanted to expand its scale, the best choice would be the Black Earth Plains.

Therefore, the Black Earth Stronghold has the largest number of troops and is the most powerful among the four strongholds.

Outside the Black Earth Stronghold, nearly 20,000 black-armored warriors looked into the depths of the plain. Ye Zhan led the most elite cavalry of the Night Tribe at the forefront. His voice was rich and powerful, and he gave his final speech: "The barbarians are coming, that arrogant and powerful, The barbarians who often plunder our food and defeated the Red River Alliance are coming again, Night Tribe warriors, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Don't be afraid!"

The soldiers' echoes were loud and clear, and their eyes seemed bloodshot.

"Haha... To tell you the truth, I was a little scared. After all, they were barbarians, one of the overlords of the Black Earth Plains. They once defeated 100,000 of us with just 10,000 people."

Ye Zhan chuckled, and without waiting for anyone to react, he said in an excited voice:

"But compared to fear, I am more excited. The Night Tribe has grown from a few hundred people to hundreds of thousands now, and we have gone through more than a hundred wars.

"At the beginning, we only had simple equipment, but we still dared to fight the barbarians. But now we have more sophisticated equipment than them. I just want to see how strong the barbarians are in the black soil? And are you worthy of it? This set of equipment, brave warriors, let us wait and see!"

"Fight!!!" the soldiers roared.

"The King of Eternal Night is watching us!"

Ye Zhan raised his sword to the sky, and then slashed: "In the name of God, this battle will be won!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

The soldiers were full of strength as if they had been given blood.

As the night battle was given, nearly 20,000 troops followed the sky-splitting eagle in the sky and rushed towards the black soil plain.

"I really didn't realize that this guy Ye Zhan actually has such speaking ability." Su Xingyu, who was in the God's Domain, saw Ye Zhan's pre-war speech, shook his head and laughed.

Originally, He was planning to give these warriors a blessing before the battle, but now it seems that it is no longer needed.

After all, he is a god, and he can no longer appear as frequently as before. He has to be a little bit tough.

The gods who fell into the mortal world are not gods, but powerful divine creatures.

What's more, He hasn't mastered the power yet, and is just an empty shadow. It would be better to have less of His manifestations in front of people.

Dozens of miles away from the Black Earth stronghold, an army wearing tattered armor and animal skins to keep warm was rushing towards the Red River.

Although they were dressed in tatters, they were all strong and strong, with colorful stripes on their faces.

"Why is it so far away? If I had known it, I wouldn't have come here. Every Red River tribe is poorer than the last. What good things can they have..." The young man riding a tall black horse and running at the front said impatiently.

"It's coming, it's going to be there in a while. Young Patriarch, please wait patiently for a while." Beside the young man, a slightly thin middle-aged man who looked about thirty years old comforted him.

"Huh-huh-"

Glancing at the panting horse beneath him, the middle-aged man thought for a while and whispered:

"Young leader, we set off before the sun rose. It's almost noon now, and we haven't rested at all. The soldiers are all a little tired. Why don't we stop to have a rest, drink some water and eat some dry food."

"What's the point of resting? It's not a fight, what's the point of being tired!" the young man yelled dissatisfied.

The thin middle-aged man remained silent, but he was dismissive in his heart.

What kind of horse are you, what kind of horse are we! Can this be the same thing? Damn it!

However, he was under the eaves and had to lower his head. He nodded and replied: "My subordinates were negligent."

"The members of our barbarian tribe are all brave warriors. It's just a cold wind, nothing."

After the young man finished speaking, he shouted again:

"Everyone, please work harder. When we get to Honghe, we will have a banquet where everyone can enjoy the fine wine, delicious food, and women..."

"Young patriarch cannot..."

Just as the middle-aged man was about to speak to persuade him, the young man turned around and looked. The threat was self-evident. The middle-aged man immediately shut up and praised:

"The young patriarch is wise."

"It's good to know."

The young man nodded.

Bang bang bang…

Suddenly, there was a slight vibration on the ground. The soldiers with excellent eyesight looked forward and saw a black "wave" coming towards them. The soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then shouted:

"Young patriarch, there are enemies!"

"I'm not blind, I saw it."

The young man's face was a little flustered, but he quickly calmed down and was still a little annoyed:

"To dare to take the initiative, these Honghe bastards are quite courageous, but I will make them understand that courage alone is useless. Strength is the last word."

"Fighting barbarian warriors, come with me, crush these bastards, and let them see what true strength is."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man took the lead and rushed out on horseback, holding his long sword high like a black lightning.

The barbarian warrior behind him yelled "Wow!" and then rushed out excitedly, as if what he faced was not an enemy but a piece of cooked fat.

They were just a group of weak people from the Red River. No matter how many there were, facing their charge would only end in defeat.