The Yan army released a large number of scouts to pressure the wild people's scouts.

Meanwhile,

the spies personally trained by Xue Three also began to move out.

The barbarian scouts are the most elite warriors of the Keyan Division, and Xue Three's subordinates are truly one in a hundred, so the Naman Tribe's scouts suffered heavy losses for a time.

By the sixth day,

frontline scouts reported military intelligence,

a group of about five thousand Naman Tribe cavalry had broken away from their main force and retreated.

Lord Zheng immediately drew his sword,

slicing the chair he had been lying on for a week in half,

and kicked both Jin Shuke and Keyan Dongge in the butt,

shouting:

"Beat the drums, attack!"

Zheng Fan did not believe that the movement of those more than five thousand Naman Tribe cavalry was a feigned maneuver,

because Zheng Fan did not think Liang Cheng would fail.

This was confidence in Liang Cheng, absolute confidence in the quality and ability of the demon kings under his command!

Thus, the Naman Tribe's rear must already be on fire.

Moreover, if they continued to wait and observe, in a day or two, reinforcements from nearby wild tribes might arrive.

Under Lord Zheng's command,

Jin Shuke and Keyan Dongge personally organized,

over seven thousand barbarian cavalry boldly rode out of the camp and began to form ranks outside.

This scene struck fear in the Naman Tribe there, because their crown prince had just taken five thousand elite troops hurriedly back to defend, leaving the main general leading the army, the Naman King's brother, somewhat at a loss, hesitating whether to attack proactively or retreat to defend.

A Ming, the tool person, rode his horse, following Zheng.

On the battlefield, wherever my lord was, he had to be there, he had to step into his role, to be that emotionless shield machine.

And Lord Zheng,

facing these more than seven thousand barbarian soldiers he had only known for less than half a month,

once again demonstrated his expertise.

Lord Zheng rode his Pixiu, streaking across the front of the military formation, he held his saber high, his Pixiu underneath cooperated, speeding with vigorous strides, trying to appear mighty and majestic.

And as soon as Lord Zheng spoke,

A Ming and Xue Three immediately exchanged a look, seeing astonishment in each other's eyes.

Not only these two demon kings but actually also Jin Shuke and Keyan Dongge, and a large group of barbarian cavalry.

"Warriors of the Keyan Division!"

Because,

Zheng Fan's words were spoken in the barbarian language.

Even the demon kings themselves were unsure when their lord had learned the barbarian language, but the current fact proved that Zheng Fan had indeed learned it, and he spoke it fluently.

Zheng Fan actually had many opportunities to learn the barbarian language, but since migrating from Hutou City to Green Willow Fortress, it had become a tradition for barbarian soldiers to learn the Xia language.

For example, Jin Shuke, although his use of idioms was still somewhat awkward, the issue of Xia language communication truly no longer existed.

Xue Three chuckled softly, whispering to A Ming beside him:

"My lord really hides his talents well."

"Who would truly be content just being a mascot for life?" A Ming retorted.

"You make it sound like we're evil people breeding in secret."

"My lord actively learns, actively pursues progress, shouldn't we be pleased?"

"But why is there not a hint of it?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know."

A Ming didn't respond further to Xue Three, taking up the wine pouch and taking another sip of blood, its taste very fresh, very delightful, he had to drink more now because he had a premonition he would lose a lot of blood later.

Zheng Fan swung his long saber,

shouted:

"Warriors of the Keyan Division, I am your new master, you should all know me these days, the General of Snow Sea Pass of Great Yan, Lord Pingye Zheng Fan!

In this life, I dare not say much, but one thing I excel at is winning battles!

All these years,

every battle I've experienced, I've never lost, always returning with a major victory!

This time, I believe it will be the same!

Before you,

are the wild people of the snowfields.

Did you see the provocations from the wild people over these past few days?

I'll say this clearly,

If those stationed in this camp these days were not you, but the regular Yan army!

Even if you gave the wild people ten courages, they wouldn't dare to provoke us!

But now, they dare!

Why?

Because the wild people think the Yan people are too difficult to bully, but you barbarian people are easy to bully!

The wild people,

look down on you barbarians!

Yes,

you have been looked down upon by the wild people, they despise you!

Great barbarian god above,

as her people,

you are actually despised by a group of uncultured beasts who only know how to survive on the snowfields by consuming raw flesh!"

Stirring up ethnic rivalries and creating regional discrimination are indeed the best ways to ignite anger before war.

Lord Zheng is adept at this, instilling these barbarian soldiers with additional killing intention before launching an attack, why not?

"Warriors of the Keyan Division!

I can grant you fine armor, sharp sabers, and sharp arrows!

I can give you cattle and sheep, I can grant you slaves, I can provide for your families, your entire tribe without worries!

I can protect the Keyan Division,

allowing you to thrive under the Snow Sea Pass,

I can protect you from the torment of diseases, I can protect you from the menace of hunger and cold!

I can protect everything of yours,

I can give everything to you!

But please,

first prove to me,

you,

are worthy of the things I grant you!

Prove to me,

your courage, your fearlessness, your strength!

The barbarian god above,

he will watch from the heights of the sky,

looking at you,

looking at his people,

to write the courage and strength belonging to the barbarians,

on this snowfield that the barbarians have never set foot on in thousands of years,

here,

from today onwards,

the legend of the barbarian god will also be passed down!

The greatness of the barbarian god,

will dim the stars the wild people worship!"

Zheng Fan pulled the reins,

his Pixiu immediately raised its front legs and kicked its hind legs, standing tall,

even snorting a small burst of flames.

Though it hasn't fully grown, this is already the limit of what this Pixiu can do right now, which is quite favorable for Lord Zheng!

Lord Zheng's saber directly pointed towards where the Naman Tribe's troops were,

blood and energy surged, almost boiling,

he shouted:

"Follow me,

crush them!"