Chapter 660: Ksuld's trump card
As he was talking, Chen Xi finally realized that something was wrong.
What does it mean to underestimate the level of the Han Empire and overestimate the level of the enemy.
What this means is that we can expand outwards and we can invest more resources outwards.
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However, the general environment has changed, and even Chen Xi cannot openly suppress all speech in the face of the general environment.
Moreover, the problem is that the Han Dynasty does have the power to suppress the surrounding areas.
This is the fundamental reason why these strategists intend to expand, that is, the country's strength does have the capital to develop outward.
But Chen Xi from the Squirrel Party thought this was unreasonable.
We developed diligently for more than ten years, and then we pushed forward in one wave. Isn't that great?
It's not troublesome to just beat it a little and treat it a little. Although the total amount of work may not make much difference, it is really too troublesome.
Ksur was sweating profusely. He was not a fool. He finally realized the problem.
He thought that the strength of the Han Dynasty was about the same as that of the Northern Huns. Even if the Northern Huns were weaker, the Han Dynasty had traveled thousands of miles to fight, so the force it could mobilize would definitely be weaker.
That's why he made such a stupid judgment and planned to wait until more of the Zanhu died before taking action.
It's not like there's no way to deal with his ability. There are plenty of ways to stop zombies from turning into zombies on that continent.
The Han Dynasty's method was no more than the orcs' method of dissolving and devouring flesh and blood. What really horrified him was why he made such a stupid judgment.
Csulde quickly checked his soul and found that there was something like a layer of dust covering his soul.
"Damn it, this is the method!"
Ksulde quickly used the fire of his soul to wipe off the layer of dust-like substance, and instantly felt his mind became much clearer.
At this moment, Ksulde was covered in cold sweat. Although he had lost most of his emotional abilities, his soul was filled with fear at this moment.
He had actually fallen for this horrible trick without even realizing it, and with such a foolish mind, the consequences were almost unimaginable.
"Are you scared?" Attila said with a sneer as he looked at Ksuld. He noticed the change in Ksuld, and then quickly checked himself. It seemed that it was because of the will of the empire, and there was nothing abnormal about him.
"You knew it a long time ago?" Ksuld looked at Attila with a chilling murderous intent in his eyes.
"Don't say that, I just have a special way of protection, and I just discovered it!" Attila said lightly.
Ksulde remained silent. It didn't matter what happened to Attila. Now he had to restore the reputation of the Undead Empire.
He came here with a mission. If he just withdrew like this, the Lich King would stuff his soul into the icy hell.
"Mr. Ksuld, if this is the only performance you can give me, I'm afraid the contract between us cannot be completed!" Attila didn't even try to hide his sarcasm on his face.
There was no way. All the methods that Ksulde had just used were now in vain.
The dark sky was directly shattered by Guo Hao's sun, and the awakened corpses were also cannon fodder.
The crazy mixed Hu people only caused the battlefield ahead to become a chaotic situation. If no intervention was made, it was estimated that they would be wiped out by the Han army in an hour or two.
As for the stitched monsters, gargoyles and the like, they were directly cleared out of the battlefield by the archer corps.
It didn't even have a certain degree of impact on the battlefield. The plague that Csuld had high hopes for in the end didn't have any effect at all.
It looks like just adding some fresh colors to the battlefield, like adding some green between black and red.
It even affected the mixed Hu people first, rather than the Han army.
"Do you want to make peace with the Han Dynasty and don't want to consume your own reserves for us?" The mockery on Attila's face became more and more serious.
They had long known that Kesuld was trying to give up, try to reach a reconciliation with the Han Dynasty, and then sell out the Northern Huns.
But since Attila had already pulled the undead onto the chariot, how could he let them off?
"You planned this all!" Ksulde, who was no longer stupid, had a ferocious look on his face.
He had no intention of investing his own fortune, but he had signed a contract with Attila for the mission assigned to him by the Lich King.
Attila might be able to circumvent it by some means, but Csulde did not have that ability.
Csuld, who was forced into a desperate situation, hated Attila in his heart, but he couldn't turn against Attila now.
"It's not me, it's you. There are only two options before you now. Use your family assets to complete the contract, and we can continue to cooperate!" Attila said with a sneer.
"Of course, you can also choose to withdraw now and face the wrath of your Lich King!"
At this moment, Csuld's face was extremely ferocious, and Attila didn't even look at him. Since Csuld stepped into this battlefield, he had lost the right to choose.
It was an honor for him that he had spent so much effort to calculate against such a piece of trash.
"Damn it! "
Ksulde roared angrily, and a surge of magical power burst out from his body.
But no matter how angry he was, he knew very well that Attila was right. He would rather die here than go back and face the wrath of the Lich King. He shuddered at the thought that his soul might be fed to Frostmourne.
"What a pity! If this guy could recognize the situation earlier, these barbarians alone would be enough to make the Han Dynasty suffer!"
Attila glanced at the incompetent and furious Ksuld with disdain, and then thought with a little regret.
With so many such useless teammates, the Northern Huns are really in trouble.
"What a pity! It would be great if the Parthian army was here. Compared to these rubbish, Parthia is relatively better."
Attila thought with regret that, judging from the current performance, only Parthia showed a will that was not inferior to that of the Han Dynasty.
If they could replace Csulde and his men with Parthian troops now, the probability of their plan succeeding would be several percentage points higher.
Ksulde finally accepted his fate and now he had to complete the mission at all costs.
"I am under your command now, and all the troops in my hands are handed over to you." Ksuld seemed to have returned to normal.
"Give me one hour, and I can deliver multiple strikes to the designated area. Where do you want me to drop them?"
"Oh? Then it's the archer corps over there. If we can destroy them, our war will be much easier to fight." Attila looked at Csuld with interest. He didn't expect that he actually possessed this ability.
"Protect me. I can't protect myself when I'm casting a spell. The power of my attack will satisfy you."
Ksulde said this and started preparing his spell .
