Unlike the feasting and revelry in the Protectorate, at the same moment, in Wucheng, a region occupied by the allied forces.
Yazeb and Kozel were sitting at a table, munching on sunflower seeds and sipping tea.
As two of the Four Warriors of Loulan, they were sent by King Sare of Loulan to lead troops and assist Huyelu, the "Little Golden King" of the Xiongnu.
The so - called "assistance" was just for show. Although Yazeb and Kozel were both military geniuses, this war was essentially a confrontation between the Xiongnu and the Dacheng Empire. After all, it was the Xiongnu who initiated the provocation from the very beginning. Although Loulan was eager to avenge the humiliation of ten years ago, in the eyes of the Xiongnu, the under - manned Loulan army was completely useless.
This was the sorrow of a small country.
In the competition between great powers, it was already very difficult for Loulan to survive between Dacheng and the Xiongnu. Now King Sare of Loulan's plan was just to side with the Xiongnu. Then, when the Xiongnu and Dacheng fought each other to a standstill, Loulan could pick up a little bit of the spoils.
It was sad, pitiful, but also helpless.
Yazeb and Kozel naturally understood this truth.
But a few days ago, when Huyelu led his troops to prepare for a split - force attack on Qiuci and Yutian, the two, who thought they would follow the troops, received the news that Huyelu asked them to garrison Wucheng.
For a moment, helplessness, resentment, and the great nausea of being forced to join this so - called "cooperative" military operation, which was clearly unfair, turned into a cold snort from the two men's noses.
Just now, they received the news from the front line that Huyelu's army had hit a wall at the Protectorate. They were beaten to a pulp, even abandoning the newly - captured Qiuci City, and retreating dejectedly.
Yazeb burst into laughter, his mouth almost splitting to his ears.
He also knew that it was Qin Huaiqiu who had driven Huyelu away.
A young lad who looked like a sissy, actually made Huyelu suffer such a big loss. Yazeb happily stood up and was going to "welcome" their "Little Golden King", Huyelu, outside the military camp.
Huyelu had a dark face all the way. As a member of the grassland people, he was tall and had dark skin. Different from the Loulan people who wore half - body cloth with painted patterns, the Xiongnu people usually wrapped their bodies tightly with animal skins, and he even wore a thick armor over his tight clothes. Now, under the armor, he was grinding his teeth, and the cold glint in his eyes was terrifying.
Yazeb saw Huyelu coming from afar.
The allied forces had set out with 200,000 men, but less than 180,000 had returned. Moreover, Huyelu had never been defeated before, so the atmosphere in the army was extremely depressing.
Yazeb leaned against the pillar at the door. This was a mansion in Wucheng. The owner of the mansion had fled on the day they captured the city. After the allied forces entered the city, they had simply occupied the mansion.
He whistled at Huyelu as he got closer, gave a contemptuous smile, and said sarcastically, "Oh, isn't this the Little Golden King? Why do you look so bad?"
Hearing this, Huyelu's veins bulged. He cursed, "It's none of your business! Get out of the way!"
Yazeb twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm not blocking your way. There's so much space on the side. Can't you just go around?"
Suddenly, Huyelu let out a loud shout and rushed up to punch Yazeb in the face. Yazeb had been prepared. Seeing the punch coming, he quickly bent down to dodge, and at the same time, he continued to taunt, "Why is the Little Golden King so angry? Could it be that you lost the battle?"
"Lowly Loulan scum!" Huyelu was not boasting about his high martial arts skills. He made another slashing move. After Yazeb dodged again, breaking out in a cold sweat, Huyelu then stretched out his right hand, with his five fingers like claws, and suddenly grabbed Yazeb's throat from a strange angle.
"You dare to talk to this king?" Huyelu's eyes were deep. He stared firmly at Yazeb, and his fingers tightened, squeezing the remaining air in Yazeb's lungs.
But Yazeb was not afraid of Huyelu at all. Sweating profusely, he could feel the decreasing air in his lungs and the tightening hands around his neck. But he still managed to say, "Little Golden King... Do you know... The person you fought against today... Is a sixteen - year - old lad... Little Golden King, since you claim to be invincible in a hundred battles, how could you lose so badly in front of a lad?"
Hearing this, the killing intent in Huyelu's eyes intensified. The hand around his neck tightened more and more, as if he was going to twist Yazeb's neck off.
Just then, Huyelu suddenly felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind. The speed was so fast that it startled him. He quickly let go of Yazeb. He saw Kozel suddenly emerge from somewhere and rush past him. Now Kozel was supporting Yazeb, who was coughing violently, and looking at him indifferently with cold eyes.
"Humph... Lowly Loulan scum are just scum. This king finally understands what you mean." Huyelu was arrogant and crazy. He pointed at Yazeb and Kozel and cursed, "You want to lead troops? Loulan is just a tiny place. Your army is nothing but ants in front of my Khan's army. Don't overestimate yourselves!"
"Humph..." Yazeb wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically, "Well... Then I wish the Little Golden King a great victory in your next battle!"
Huyelu gave them a disgusted look and then turned away.
He walked all the way back to his room. As soon as he entered, he started smashing things, almost destroying everything that belonged to the original owner of the room.
Just then, a guard at the door said, "Report to the Little Golden King, the Saintess of Loulan requests an audience."
"Tell her to get out!!!"
"Request an audience?" A high - pitched female voice came from the door. "I'm just here to see how badly he lost. Where is there any talk of a 'request'!"
As soon as the voice fell, the door was suddenly kicked open.
Qin Huailian was wearing a bright red dress and a white veil on her face. She strode in. After seeing the mess on the floor, a look of undisguised contempt flashed in her eyes. She snorted and said, "Sure enough, you lost. It's really ugly."
Huyelu was so angry that he was shaking all over. He wished he could kill Qin Huailian on the spot. He stared at her with wide eyes and let out a terrifying growl, "This king thinks you don't want to live anymore!"
But Qin Huailian was not afraid at all. Instead, she found a clean place to sit down on her own, crossed her legs, and sneered, "I told you from the beginning not to attack the Protectorate directly. You're such a fool. You thought you could win just by relying on your 200,000 troops and guarding the vulnerable Qiuci City? How ridiculous."
Huyelu stood up and walked in front of Qin Huailian. Looking down at her with cold and dangerous eyes, he said, "You knew someone was going to attack Qiuci City?"
Qin Huailian sneered and said, "So what if I knew? Didn't our Little Golden King think he was right?"
Huyelu was so angry that his cheeks were twitching. He clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes became sinister and terrifying.
"What, do you want to kill me?" Qin Huailian let out a sneer. She stood up to look him in the eye and said, "Kill me, and with just you and those few Loulan warriors, you'll be driven back to your hometown in just two or three days."
"You told this king the principle of the catapult and helped this king capture Qiuci and Yutian. Why didn't you tell this king that someone had a way to sneak attack Qiuci City?!"
"Because you thought your decision was right. What else could I say?" Qin Huailian sneered and said, "How does it feel to be slapped in the face? Your expression when you were smashing things just now was really nice."
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to participate in the subsequent battle plan." Qin Huailian said, with a somewhat unfathomable look in her eyes. "To prevent you from being completely wiped out by my dear brother."
"Humph." Huyelu gave Qin Huailian a disgusted look and said, "You're really a disgusting woman."
"Likewise."