The soldiers who received the code and guarded the Hongyi cannon lit the fire together, followed by a deafening bombardment.

"Bang ......"

"Bang ......"

"Bang bang ......"

The sound of thumping bombardment sounded, and the firelight shone the earth into a bright light, clearly showing the embarrassment of the Turks.

The Turks didn't expect that Xiliang would have an ambush, and even dispatched a secret weapon, which caught them off guard.

Even as they scrambled to evacuate, the shelling behind them never stopped.

Tens of thousands of Turkic soldiers poured out, but only a few thousand returned, and the Turks suffered a crushing defeat in this battle.

But that didn't stop them.

The Turkic camp was quiet for two days, and soon it was dispatched again, this time in an open battle.

The Western Liang Kingdom still sent secret weapons to bombard the enemy army.

But this time, the Turks were smart, and their ranks began to disperse, attacking the Xiliang soldiers in batches from different directions in all directions.

Even so, this time it was still the victory of Xiliang Kingdom.

This was the case repeatedly, and the Turks challenged again and again.

Jiang Zebei was depressed, and ordered bombing every time, and after knowing the last victory, he ordered to chase the remnants of the Turkic forces, and pursued them all the way to the Turkic camp, forcing them to evacuate the land of a hundred miles again.

The Western Liang Kingdom has occupied more than 200 miles of Turkic land, and the Turkic people have not been slaughtered, but expelled by them, which is already Jiang Zebei's tolerant move.

Think about the people of Chenjia Village being killed by the Turks, and then look at what he is doing now, it is already good.

The Xiliang Army-team won a great victory all the way, and Jiang Zebei also made a momentum like a tiger, approaching the Turkic city tower, and was already standing at the throat of the Turks.

Arriving here, Jiang Zebei did not rush to attack, but ordered to camp in place.

After fighting these battles for a few days, tomorrow is the New Year's Day, and it is time to relax for the good sons and daughters of Xiliang.

Just when he was repairing in place that day, Mo Zixuan, who had been treating the injuries of the soldiers in the back camp, suddenly ran to Jiang Zebei's camp tent happily.

"General! Checkmate! Good news! ”

Jiang Zebei, who had already withdrawn his armor and was wearing plain clothes, was looking at his bare arms, and heard Mo Zixuan's loud voice from afar.

His handsome and cold face couldn't help but flash a trace of impatience, during today's battle, his arm was accidentally scratched, although the injury was light, but he couldn't stand it or was injured.

By the time Jiang Zebei wanted to find something to cover, Mo Zixuan had already broken into the camp.

As soon as Mo Zixuan entered the camp tent, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

His eyes shot directly at Jiang Zebei, who was sitting on the seat, and looked him up and down, and finally found only a slight injury on his arm, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, and patted Yuehun very exaggeratedly.

"You're hurt again!" Mo Zixuan sighed, took out the best gold sore medicine from his arms, and walked towards the other party.

This is the medicine used exclusively by Jiang Zebei and his high-ranking generals in the military camp, such as Ji Xiaoyun, Zuo Peng, Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui and others.

Because this medicine is too scarce, and it is troublesome to make, and it comes from the master's hand, Mo Zixuan is also selfish.

Jiang Zebei also had two bottles of this medicine, which he planned to use before Mo Zixuan came, but the other party didn't give him this opportunity.

Mo Zixuan walked up to Jiang Zebei, uncorked the medicine bottle in his hand, and sprinkled the medicine powder inside on Jiang Zebei's injured arm.