C589 Deep enemy camp (1/2)

”So there was such a deep cut on his face. It's hard to tell when the dirt is covering it.” The soldier mumbled.

”Apply this medicine to his face to prevent the wound from getting infected and festering.” The scolding soldier sat up and helped him to apply a layer of black medicine. The medicine covered almost half of his face, causing him to look somewhat sinister.

After the doctor and the soldier left, he tore off a strip of clothing from his body and wrapped it around his face, leaving only a small part of his face so that no one who knew him would recognize him.

Fourth Uncle was right. The reason why Yelu Chong Yuan had taken the initiative in the battle between the two sides was because Yelu Chong Yuan had been preparing for a long time, and Yelu Chong Yuan knew the habits of the Han people very well, while they did not know much about Chidan.

That was why he risked his life to sneak into the inner circle of the Qi Dan. Besides that, he had another plan …

Capture the thief first and capture the king. If there was a chance, he would assassinate Yeru and burn the food of the people of Chidan.

He quickly figured out that this Honggu belonged to the vanguard team. In this battle, the vanguard team had been almost completely wiped out, leaving only him and the other two wounded behind. He had to move as fast as he could to prevent any flaws from being seen through.

At night —

”The King is here!” The King is here! ”

It was unknown who shouted, but all the soldiers around him knelt down on one knee as they shouted — —

”Long live the prince! Long live thousands of years!”

From a distance, he saw a cold figure approaching in the company of several people. He was dressed in a black suit with a white fox fur coat over his head, a black fur cap on his head, and exuded an overbearing aura. As he approached, he discovered that Yelu was not very old, about thirty years old, and even younger than his fourth uncle.

He walked all the way up to the stage. His gaze that made people feel a wave of pressure scanned the crowd below and then laughed out loud.

”I, the Chidan Warrior, am in a good mood. Today, I beat up those Han Chinese to such a state that they almost pissed their pants. Hahahaha …”

His voice was loud and full of arrogance.

”Long live the King! Long live thousands of years!” The soldiers below cheered and brandished their weapons.

A determined look flashed across Yeru's face. He raised his hand, and everyone held their breath. He continued.

”I, Yeru Zhong Yuan, swear to the heavens that in my lifetime, I will flatten the mountain and customs, smash the Central Plains, and make sure that the Chinese will be ruled by us, the people of Chidan!”

”Good!” ”Alright!”

”Dominate the Chinese!” Great King, a thousand years! ”