"Who is the richest person in White Dao City?"

It was difficult to intervene in the front, Li Hongru's little head turned quite fast, and he directly began to clean up the battlefield of Baidao City.

Many people are desperately fighting the war in the hope of reaping benefits.

In addition to the extremely high mortality rate, this is indeed the fastest way to make a fortune.

In addition to receiving remuneration for military exploits, cleaning the battlefield is also a good way to make profits.

If it's a small item, it's okay to stuff it in your pocket.

This is the unspoken rule in military districts.

Li Hongru couldn't care about the soldiers who searched for the khanate, so he found a slave who was squatting with his head in his hands, and asked directly what he wanted to know.

If you want to get good things, you obviously have to find the richest family in Baidao City.

"Adoli is the tribal leader of Baidao City, and he is the richest in his wealth," the slave looked up.

"Take me quickly, if there are good things, your benefits are indispensable" Li Hongru said happily: "You will also have money to live in Datang in the future." ”

"My lord, can we really go back to Datang?"

The slave looked apprehensive.

The Tang Dynasty's army rushed into Baidao City, which was great news for the slaves of the Khanate.

But many slaves also feared defeat in the confrontation.

The Tang Dynasty was known for its stubbornness, and rarely won head-to-head battles with the nomadic cavalry of the Khanate.

Once the war is lost, the horsemen can run, and their hungry people will not be able to flee far, and they will be killed by the pursuing cavalry.

The remnants of the Khanate's rule were very powerful, and even when the Tang army occupied Baidao City at this time, many slaves were also apprehensive and could only squat down with their masters.

"Necessary," Li Hongru replied, "this battle will be won." ”

"Really?"

"Don't ask questions, hurry up, lest you fall behind and can't even catch up with" Li Hongru urged before saying: "Our Datang has dispatched a six-way army, and more than 100,000 cavalry are heading north, and there are countless carts of grain, horses and grass behind, do you think you are coming to fight the autumn wind." ”

When Li Hongru spit out, the slave who led the way was overjoyed, that is, his pace was steady for a few points, and he quickly trotted up.

With the physique and physical strength of the slaves, this can be regarded as a desperate old life.

Li Hongru strode behind.

After five or six minutes, he suddenly saw a white nomadic tent.

There are several gold threads on the side of the tent, which seem to indicate the extraordinary identity of the owner of this tent.

"This is it!"

The slave spoke, and Li Hongru suddenly opened the curtain and stepped in.

An evil wind struck, and the Cold Moon Sword in his hand stabbed back without thinking about it.

As long as the speed is fast enough, the one who dies under the thirteen swords of chasing the wind will inevitably be the other party.

The wind is fierce, but it is undoubtedly slower.

Li Hongru's long sword stabbed out again and again, and when he had to twist his backhand, he turned over and went out.

Behind him, a muscular khanate, with a sword in his throat, fell to the ground clutching a long black club.

In this nomadic tent, the bodies of three Tang sergeants lay on their horizons.

Li Hongru was not the first to come in, but he was the only one who survived.

Some of the three corpses had their heads shattered, some had their bodies blackened, some had counterattacked under a sneak attack, and they had been hit hard again and again, their bodies were shattered, and their deaths were miserable.

These people not only bore the cards of the khanates, but also fought back against each other.

Li Hongru felt palpitations when he saw it.

If there is no one in front of him to pave the way, and the khanate who sneaks up on him is full of physical strength, it will not make much difference what he will do when he enters.

"Phew!"

Li Hongru spat at the corpse of the Khanate.

"Go over and rummage, I'll give you two pieces of good goods!" Li Hongru commanded the slave.

He wielded his sword, his forehead quirming, observing everything in the tent, guarding it carefully.

"There is a plundering team under Adoli Qianjin, and good things are often transported to Baidao City, why are there only these things here?"

With Li Hongru's permission, the slave suddenly flipped in the tent in a frenzy.

A lot of clothes were thrown out by him, and there were some strange and ingenious tools and all kinds of execution tools.

The tent seems to be a place of power and debauchery, but the precious things of gold and silver that normal people expect are rare.

was knocked into a fighting state by the other party, Li Hongru also walked around, and when he touched the black stick in the opponent's hand, he felt a little more comfortable.

Anyway, this is also the long stick of the root fairy Yuanyi.

The effect of this rod is not strong, but the material is solid, it seems to be made of iron fine, which is suitable for gnawing into gold stones, and the number of gold stones provided may not be small.

Li Hongru held the stick in the palm of his hand, and the heavy feeling suddenly came.

He activated his demonic power and took two bites in succession, only then did he feel a little lighter.

"He must have hidden his treasure somewhere else!"

The slave muttered for a while, and was very dissatisfied with the fact that he had found not much of the house of the leader of Baidao City.

At this time, he also looked at Li Hongru worriedly.

This one was almost killed in a pit, and now he has not gained much, and he is really worried that he will be cleaned up by the other party's sword.

Seeing that Li Hongru didn't have much anger on his body, he was a little relieved.

"He has some goat's milk wine here, you can drink some casually to make your strength more sufficient."

Li Hongru looked around, the size of the tent was limited, and what he saw was also clear.

Something usable came into view, and he began to flip it with his hands.

"Do you recognize these words?"

When Li Hongru casually pulled over a cowhide, he saw that the seal on the cowhide was engraved with several words, as well as various carvings of patterns, as if it were a map, which made him suddenly interested.

"This is the Crescent Spring, an oasis in the distance, more than two hundred miles away from us."

The slave who was gulping goat's milk leaned over and looked at it with wide eyes several times before he recognized it.

"The pattern on this seal is engraved in reverse, you can see it clearly with a stamp!"

"Done!"

There was no ink in the nomadic tent, and Li Hongru pressed the seal of the town, and some traces suddenly stood out on the cowhide.

"This seems to be a map, could it be a place for the Adoli plundering group to store supplies?"

As soon as the slave said this, Li Hongru was immediately interested.

He also looked at it for a while, and asked the slave a few words.

More than 200 miles is a bit far, but if there is a chance to get close or pass by, he will go and see.

It was too difficult to find anything before he got out of the tent.

"There's nothing good here, we've got three dead brothers in it!"

When Li Hongru came out of the tent, he also bumped into the sergeant who came to search.

At this time, there is fanaticism in the eyes of many people.

Caught in the effects of war, it is difficult for anyone to remain calm.

Li Hongru has not gained much, and he has more knowledge, but if he really wants to find thousands of taels of gold, Li Hongru feels that he is not much different from these people, and he must be crazy and want to get his wealth.

"These khanates deserve to die! They have the blood of our Tang people on their hands, and nine out of ten will not be killed by hacking to death! ”

The sergeant muttered for a while, but still took a knife and opened the tent, and waited for a look before he walked away.

His face was flushed, and his eyes flashed with red, and when he saw the khanates fleeing in the distance, he immediately ran quickly and slashed down with a single sword.

Bright red blood filled the snow, and Li Hongru only felt that he was a little hot.

But then his mind cleared up a few minutes.

Countless goose feather snowflakes were falling in the sky, and the snowflakes were mixed with ice chips and ice slag.

"It's an ice storm!"

"There is a big man who opens the altar!"

The slave said with a look of horror.

Li Hongru looked into the distance.

Immediately, he erected his binoculars.

Thousands of meters away, behind the Khanate legions, there was a myriad of ice and snow condensation.

Following the north wind, these ice storms were mixed with ice chips and ice rocks, and they all smashed forward.

There were khanates who were passively affected by it, but it also involved a large number of cavalry regiments of the annexed states.

Vast shields were raised, and there were all sorts of chaotic shouts.

The battle area was covered with wind and snow, and after more than ten seconds, it was suddenly so permeated that it was difficult to see the figure clearly.

This is a large-scale spell encountered in the war.