Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 274 Southern Xia Grandmaster
Each cavalryman rode two horses, and some even rode three. The riders were all burly and equipped with a variety of weapons. Each rider wore different armor, and most of the armor was quite old, most likely heirlooms.

This unique feature is unique to the Imperial Army of Southern Xia.

The Imperial Army is directly under the Southern Xia royal family. It is not only a reliance in the struggle against Da Lang and Bei Yan, but also a powerful tool for Southern Xia to suppress various tribes in the country. It is not easily deployed, and every time it is deployed, it is a tough battle.

A knight from the Southern Xia Imperial Army suddenly stepped forward, spurred his horse, and galloped to the front of the Demonic Sect army. He spoke in a rapid-fire Southern Xia language, which Sun Yanwan couldn't understand. Yang Diao'er was about to translate when Sun Yanwan waved her hand and shouted, "Call someone who can speak the Great Lang language!"

"If you release monkeys into the front lines again, I will shoot them dead with an arrow."

Although Sun Yanwan couldn't understand the Southern Xia language, he knew one thing: as the King of the Demonic Sect, the other side would definitely send an equal figure to him as a matter of courtesy.

Sending just any random thing is definitely an underestimation, and although Yang Diao'er is wearing a mask, his emotions are obviously not right, so he doesn't hold back and goes straight for the big gun.

The Southern Xia knight rambled on and on, but Sun Yanwan was only certain of one thing: this guy could speak Dalang dialect, he just wouldn't tell her.

He took the bow and arrow from his horse, nocked an arrow, and shot it.

The true energy was imbued into the arrow, instantly producing a sharp whistling sound that cut through the air. The Southern Xia knight suddenly drew his saber and slashed out with all his might, but the arrow suddenly floated upwards in mid-air before falling rapidly, just avoiding the Southern Xia knight's saber and striking him hard in the face, shooting the Southern Xia knight off his horse.

Sun Yanwan spoke with all her inner strength, and everyone in the Southern Xia Imperial Army heard her, but no one believed that Sun Yanwan would actually make a move.

If Yang Wuji were here, they would definitely be very polite. If the Peacock King were here, they would not dare to act rashly. Even if any of the four envoys were leading an army, the generals of this Imperial Army would give them some face. But these two Demonic Sect Kings of the Sun had only been promoted not long ago. How could they be taken seriously by this powerful army directly under the Southern Xia royal family?
Sun Yanwan shot and killed one of his men, which enraged the Imperial Army. Their formation slightly broke apart, and they assumed a charging stance. The leading general waved his hand, suppressing his arrogant and fierce soldiers, and casually selected a young general to step forward. This young Southern Xia general rode to the front of the formation and shouted, "King Harsha! Why did you kill my Southern Xia soldiers?"

"Do you think that our Southern Xia army cannot flatten Mount Zhoujia?"

Sun Yanwan drew his bow and released the arrow!
The young general from Southern Xia quickly took the spear from his horse, flicked it in the air, creating a blur of spear shadows in front of him, and deflected the incoming arrows.

This young general from Southern Xia was far more skilled in martial arts than the man Sun Yanwan had just shot to death, but even after taking the arrow head-on, he felt a slight soreness and numbness in his wrist and couldn't help but exclaim, "Is King Harsha really going to insist on his own way?"

Sun Yanwan pulled out four feathered arrows, held them between her five fingers, and looked ready to fire a barrage of arrows.

The young general from Nanxia felt a chill run down his spine. He had just caught an arrow from Sun Yanwan and knew that the other party's martial arts were unfathomable. He was indeed a person who could take over the command of King Harsha. He was afraid that he might not be able to withstand the four arrows that came in quick succession. So he took a breath and asked, "Why must King Harsha do this?"

"We are not enemies. We are all going to the west to support our allies in Northern Yan. Do we really want to escalate into a fight?"

Sun Yanwan then raised her voice and shouted, "Since you speak human language, then you must be a human being."

"I already said, don't send a monkey to the front lines to chatter and make a racket!"

"I made it clear beforehand that I'm shooting arrows at monkeys. How can you call that acting unilaterally?" The young generals of Nanxia were well aware that their sending people over earlier was also meant to intimidate the Demonic Sect's army. At this moment, Sun Yanwan's attitude was aggressive. If he continued to be aggressive, a battle between the two sides was inevitable. However, Nanxia did not want to fight this battle. After all, Nanxia also had a large army on the front lines. If they were to be trapped on the battlefield with Boshi Kingdom, Nanxia would also suffer greatly.

The young general shouted, "We are soldiers of Nanxia, ​​speaking the language of Nanxia. Why does King Harsha mock us like this? Do you consider yourself a citizen of Da Lang?"

Sun Yanwan chuckled and said, "Why bother with such trivial matters? Does Nanxia really intend to wage war against our Demonic Sect for the sake of a mere pawn?"

"This is your Imperial Army's provocation. If you want to start a war, I will order an attack. If not, let's get down to business."

The young military officer from Nanxia was furious. He had never seen anyone like Sun Yanwan, who was so unscrupulous and openly spoke the truth that should have been concealed.

The young general from Nanxia shouted, "The commander of our Nanxia Imperial Army this time is Lord Zheshi Bobo, a renowned general of our time."

"We are all going to support Northern Yan, so why don't we combine our forces and have Lord Zheshi Bobo command them together?"

"King Harsha has only recently ascended the throne and probably has no experience commanding a large army in battle. If he makes any inappropriate moves on the battlefield, the Demonic Sect's army may suffer unnecessary losses."

"If they were all under the command of my Lord Zheshi Bobo, they would surely be invincible and win every battle."

"The decision can be made in a single word at this time; we hope that King Harsha will make the final decision."

Although Sun Yanwan was a military novice, he knew that titles and weapons should not be given to others! How could he possibly hand over command of the army based on just a few words of nonsense?
If Zhe Shi Bobo were to gain command, this demonic army would surely be reduced to cannon fodder, a deadly job. The demonic army would be the one to go to battles where there are benefits, while the Imperial Army would be the one to go. These people are miserable in life, but they think of wonderful things.

Sun Yanwan shouted, "Our leader Yang instructed that matters concerning the army should not be entrusted to others."

"General Zheshi Bobo should not even dream about it."

He also knew that Zhe Shi Bobo was a famous old master in Nanxia and a master of external martial arts. He was well-known in the Nanxia army and was indeed a famous general. In the battles against Bei Yan and Da Lang, he had repeatedly made amazing moves and won more than ten battles.

However, the more ruthless Zhe Shi Bobo's methods are, the less likely Sun Yanwan is to hand over military power. Moreover, although this man is highly skilled in martial arts and has a remarkable ability to command large armies, his reputation is not good, as he has a penchant for killing prisoners.

Zhe Shi Bo Bo squinted his eyes, and after a long while, he shouted, "Come back!"

Knowing he couldn't seize control of the demonic cult's army with just a few words, he stopped arguing and led the Imperial Army away. For Zhe Shi Bobo, seizing control of the demonic cult's army was a good thing; failing wouldn't matter much, since there was no real effort involved, so why not give it a try?
What if the new King Harsha, who leads the Demonic Cult, is a fool, yet has even a little bit of confidence in his own leadership abilities, and actually relinquishes his military power?

Such things are not uncommon in history!

(End of this chapter)