Chapter 843: Chapter 843

Chapter 843: Chapter 22: Assault on the Mountain! The Power of the Warlord

In the Wilderness Jungle, a troop of over ten thousand ascended a mountain peak.

At the top of the peak, by the cliff’s edge, Bo’erhu, dressed in full battle armor, gazed into the distance.

“Your Majesty, should we climb down the cliff before nightfall?”

A subordinate approached Bo’erhu from behind and inquired.

This mountain peak stands over a hundred meters high. Although the cliffside is covered with vines that can be grasped to climb down, it is still extremely dangerous.

Even people who have lived in the wilderness for years could accidentally fall from the cliff.

Only the Personal Guard Army under Bo’erhu, all of whom are Martial Artists, can choose such a risky path as their marching route. Fınd the newest release on noᴠelfire.net

Bo’erhu turned around and replied, “Pass down the order for the entire army to establish defensive works relying on this mountain peak and set up a Defensive Array.”

The subordinate looked astonished, not understanding why Bo’erhu would give such an order.

But facing those eyes like stars, he subconsciously chose to comply:

Soon, Bo’erhu’s order spread throughout the army, immediately causing a stir.

Advanced generals from the Personal Guard were the first to approach.

This Personal Guard Army belonging to the Northern Barbarian King was composed of elites from eleven tribes.

Every time Bo’erhu conquered a tribe, he would select a powerful Overlord from it to lead a team of elites to join his Personal Guard.

Among the eleven tribes, apart from Bo’erhu’s original Wuri Clan, a total of ten Overlord-level powerhouses joined this Personal Guard!

As one of the four major strong tribes, the Wuri Clan naturally supported Bo’erhu the most, not only sending four Overlord-level powerhouses to follow him but also dispatching a Heavenly Capital powerhouse to assist him!

The Wuri Clan previously had two Heavenly Capital powerhouses, one Great Grandmaster, and one Top-level True Master.

The Clan Leader was a Great Grandmaster, and the Great Elder was a Top-level True Master.

Since Bo’erhu decided to unify the Northern Barbarians, the Great Elder of the Wuri Clan had been by his side all along.

Thus, in terms of powerhouse level, Bo’erhu’s Personal Guard now had two Heavenly Capital powerhouses, fourteen Overlord-level powerhouses, and over a hundred Tu Du Martial Artists!

At this moment, the Great Elder of the Wuri Clan, Wuri Tianji, along with the remaining fourteen Overlord-level powerhouses, all came to Bo’erhu’s side.

“Your Majesty, why not continue marching, but instead order to hold fast? Have you given up on the rescue?!”

A very young-looking Overlord-level powerhouse questioned first, his expression extremely agitated.

His name was Puciwa, the youngest Martial Arts Master of the Dream Lion Clan.

After the Dream Lion Clan decided to pledge allegiance to Bo’erhu, he voluntarily requested to join the Personal Guard, following by his side.

When the main part of the Dream Lion Clan was attacked, Bo’erhu immediately decided to go for the rescue and ordered other tribes to send troops for support, which made Puciwa tremble with excitement!

He felt he had chosen the right person, someone worthy of dying for as his king!

Now Bo’erhu suddenly decided to hold fast in place, making Puciwa feel betrayed, so he disregarded hierarchy and immediately questioned.

Wuri Tianji, the Great Elder of the Wuri Clan, looked sternly at Puciwa, “Watch your attitude!”

Puciwa was about to speak when Bo’erhu raised his hand, signaling everyone to remain silent.

He looked at Puciwa: “Puciwa, I am not deciding to abandon the rescue of your tribe.”

“Because we are about to encounter the enemy.”

This statement left many present showing expressions of surprise.

This time, the plot of the Da Lan Dynasty was an open conspiracy, clearly laid out in front of Bo’erhu for him to choose:

If he doesn’t go to rescue the Dream Lion Clan, the eleven-tribe alliance he painstakingly established would immediately fall apart, making it even more impossible to conquer the remaining six tribes.

If Bo’erhu decides to go for a rescue, he must deploy the main forces of each defense zone.

In doing so, a gap in the defense zone is inevitable, allowing the Da Lan Dynasty to send a small number of elites through the defense zone to execute a decapitation tactic!

Bo’erhu also couldn’t gather all the main forces around him before going for the rescue.

In such a situation, there would not be enough time, and the Dream Lion Clan would still be wiped out.

Nor could he abandon his Personal Guard and go for the rescue alone.

That way, his whereabouts would indeed be difficult to grasp, making it hard for anyone to intercept or kill him, but without the Personal Guard participating in the battle, the Northern Barbarians wouldn’t be able to resist the Northern Territory’s army at all.

This time, the Qing Sshuang Army moved out in full force, forcing Bo’erhu to mobilize every force he could!

Therefore, from the beginning, Bo’erhu knew he would encounter the enemy on the way to lead the Personal Guard for rescue.

This intricacy, some truly intelligent people among the Northern Barbarians, could immediately understand.

But the Beiman people, for the most part, were straightforward in their thinking, not having that much Heart Eye, so more than half of the powerhouses present didn’t realize they would be ambushed.

Bo’erhu simply explained the reason.

One Overlord-level powerhouse of the Wuri Clan was shocked after listening, “Why didn’t you tell us earlier? How can you risk yourself?”

Bo’erhu shook his head: “Now is not the time to talk about these things. The reason I ordered us to hold fast here is to wait patiently for the coming enemy forces to attack this peak, taking advantage of the terrain.”

“Your Majesty, what if they don’t attack? In just two days, we may completely run out of time for the rescue of the Dream Lion Clan!”

Puciwa couldn’t help but speak again.

On the battlefield, the situation changes in the blink of an eye, and a rescue mission is as urgent as fighting a fire.

The Northern Barbarians’ morale greatly depends on their king personally attending the scene!