Chapter 720

"Withdraw."

Chakal by the campfire looked at the thousand tent city still standing proudly under the night, and said coldly.

"What are you talking about?!"

Basaye, who was bathed in blood, stared at him in shock. His face cut by the saber was a little twisted and roared with gnashing teeth.

"I said..." chakar slowly looked back and calmly stared at those crazy eyes:

"Withdraw."

The flag leader of the white wave flag couldn't see the extreme. He roared ferociously: "in order to fight this damn thousand tent city, we have lost nearly 10000 troops and countless baggage for three months!"

"It's not coming now. A small rescue force of more than 10000 two legged people, you want us to withdraw? Chakal, are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy, I'm calm." chakar said in a deep voice, "it's precisely because so many sacrifices have been made. If we continue to fight, it will only outweigh the losses; Qianzhang city is damaged and its strength is greatly damaged under our siege, which is enough."

"The most important thing... As long as we can't capture Qianzhang city and destroy the devil at the same time, they can contain them from both sides - that's the purpose of the devil. He wants to hold us down and wait for the reinforcements to encircle and suppress us!"

There was a commotion before the campfire. Both the members of ChiYan banner and Bailang banner were obviously dissatisfied with this explanation.

Especially the Centaur warriors of the white wave flag, they made the most efforts when attacking the city and killed the most when intercepting the bain army; Now, as soon as I hear that I want to withdraw, all the previous deaths and injuries have become useless. Naturally, I won't easily agree.

The bonfire burning firewood crackled, basaye's face lit up half way was uncertain, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with resentment.

He did not fight to escape from the hanging of Byrne's army on both sides for this result.

He wants revenge, he wants revenge, he wants to pull the devil out and behead in front of all the two legged people!

Coldly holding down the people behind him who wanted to rush up, basaye came forward coldly, gnashing his teeth and waiting for the expressionless red flame flag leader:

"Chakar, you must make it clear to me today. Why do we have to listen to you, otherwise..."

"Pa --!"

The bloody Tomahawk hit chakar on the shoulder, and the axe blade was close to his neck: "I can't guarantee that one hand will slip and cut off your head!"

The shrill and low roar echoed around the campfire. The members of the white wave flag standing in the dark clenched their weapons and stared at him fiercely.

Even the members of ChiYan flag also picked up their shoulders, and they didn't care that their flag owner was threatened by the other party and looked on indifferently.

Feeling the cold front on the side of his neck and the shoulder almost broken by basaye, chakar still looked at him expressionless and his voice was calm:

"Believe me, basaye, I wish I could win the thousand tent city more than you - have you forgotten who chose you from the four flags and besieged the thousand tent city with him?"

"Don't you think it hurts me to see those losses?" chakar asked, with a slightly hoarse voice still cold: "but this is war, not a duel; this thing is unreasonable!"

"Before, you asked me why I had to attack the city so hard because I saw the hope of winning. Now the hope is gone. If we continue to fight, we will only die and be besieged and hanged by two legged people!"

Basaye clenched his teeth, and his right hand clutching the Tomahawk still showed no sign of loosening.

"Everybody!"

Chakar suddenly turned back and glanced around the campfire: "you are all warriors of white wave flag and red flame flag. You have proved your loyalty and blood courage on the battlefield!"

"As your flag Lord! And paoze! My responsibility is to bring you victory after victory; but before that, I want to ensure that you can all live."

"A warrior who can fight bloody battles in adversity is admirable, but he knows that he will stay on the battlefield even if he is dead. He is not a warrior, he is a brainless fool, and I will never let you die in vain!"

There was a dead silence in the darkness around the campfire.

Members of both sides are looking at each other. I wonder whether chakar's "brainless fool" makes them care more, or whether "surviving" is more attractive.

But there is one thing... Although they are still dissatisfied, what chakar said is really reasonable; Death for nothing is not the style of a four hoofed man.

The biggest "feature" of the Centaur is that it swarms in the downwind and birds and animals scatter in the upwind.

For a time, the atmosphere finally eased a lot, and whispers could be heard in many quiet corners in the dark.

The most important thing is that after three months of siege, the Centaur warriors of the two flags have already begun to get tired of it and have already made enough Booty - and they also know that even if they beat down the thousand tent city, in fact, the last city fortress has little to do with them.

Refusing to give up is nothing more than a matter of honor except that they think they can win... The members of the two banners must be ashamed in front of other banners.

"So... As long as we can the devil and his army of more than 10000 two legged people, the thousand tent city can still be defeated?" the Jain basaye, with a low voice:

"If we can mobilize all the members of the two banners to surround him on the grassland and kill him completely tonight, Qianzhang city can still be defeated!"

"Yes, but it's doomed to huge casualties." chakar nodded and calmly replied, "he must know that we might do this. He must have been prepared."

Basaye took a deep breath, took back his hatchet and hammered it on the ground!

"Dang --!"

The heavy noise echoed over the Centaur camp for a long time.

"Then we'll kill them all!" basaye shouted angrily, "forty thousand troops forcibly cross the river, surround the devil and his troops, and then kill none!"

"Tonight!"

There was a sudden silence around the campfire.

Basaye suddenly raised his head and stared at chakar's expressionless face with blood red eyes: "what do you say, chakar?"

"Did you decide to run away with your red flag like a coward, or did you wash the shame of being defeated by the devil with our white flag?"

At this moment, all eyes focused on chakar.

"Then ask?"

Chakar, with a cold expression, suddenly showed a smile, stepped forward, pressed basaye's shoulder, and whispered, "how can I leave my brother and run away alone?"

Basaye was surprised at first, then opened his mouth and raised the battle axe with chakar. The two flag leaders roared in unison: "kill all the people with two feet -!"

"Kill all the people with two feet -- -- --!!"

The wave like cry echoed through the sky for a long time.

In this loud and clear slogan, the Centaur army, which had experienced the bloody battle during the day, began to mobilize again. It shouted bloodthirsty and roared to gather in the direction of the river. It looked like it had won the victory.

Looking at the figure of basaye away, chakar sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Flag master, all the members are ready."

The ChiYan flag guard who had just been "indifferent onlookers" came forward and stood respectfully behind chakar: "according to your previous orders, everyone will slow down when the war starts; when the white wave flag crosses the river, we will retreat."

"Can you guarantee not to be found?"

"No problem, we bought off several leaders of the white wave flag - promised them that when the war was over, they would become robes of the red flame flag with the following people." the guard's face showed a cold smile:

"Who doesn't want to change from the lower four flags to the upper four flags?"

Chakar was noncommittal. Looking at the beacon in the distance, he still had some pity in his heart.

If he really had a chance, he would really like to have a fair and bloody fight with the devil face to face.

What a... what a pity.

"Although I don't know your name, I know your last name is Turin." looking into the distance, chakar murmured to himself: "get ready and accept this gift named 'victory' I handed you. A friend I haven't met."

"This will be your last victory!"