Ten Hongyi cannons and twenty boxes of iron pellets were all placed in front of the Turks.

Ji Xiaoyun was full of cold solemnity, he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and kept a calm voice, "Send our general over, make sure that the people are in good condition, these weapons are yours." ”

The Turkic national division did not gain an inch anymore, and it was rare to speak well, he raised his chin to the Turkic soldiers behind him, and these people carried Jiang Zebei on the wooden frame where he was lying and returned the person to the Xiliang soldiers.

Mo Zixuan, who was standing behind Ji Xiaoyun and the others, was the first to run out.

He walked towards Jiang Zebei, who was being carried by the Turkic soldiers.

first touched Jiang Zebei's wrist, felt the pulse, and then picked his eyes again, making sure that the person was just unconscious, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that looking at the tail finger that the other party's left hand is missing, Mo Zixuan lowered his eyes, not letting people see the various emotions in his eyes, which was an uncontrollable killing intent.

If he could, he really wanted to kill all these Turks with a handful of poison-medicine.

"How?" Ji Xiaoyun and Xu Wenrui came over and asked Mo Zixuan.

"It's fine, just unconscious."

"Hmm."

Ji Xiaoyun raised his hand, let the soldiers of Xuanjiawei take over the stretcher, carried the unconscious Jiang Zebei, and retreated to the safest place.

"We still keep our word." The Turkic national teacher narrowed a pair of calculating eyes, and spoke to Ji Xiaoyun and the others without shame.

In fact, at this time, Ji Xiaoyun and the others could completely go back on their word and not give weapons to the Turks.

can think of the strange skills of the Turkic national teachers last night, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Xuanjia guards, and kidnapped their commander.

The people decided to give the weapons to the Turks, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, and to wait until their commander woke up to discuss everything.

In short, they will not spare these Turks easily.

Ji Xiaoyun made a gesture to evacuate the Xuanjia guards who came this time, leaving his weapons to these Turks.

None of the retreating Xiliang people saw the strange and gloomy smile on the face of the Turkic national teacher behind them.

At this time, Ji Xiaoyun and others, including Mo Zixuan, were all surrounding Jiang Zebei to check if he had any other injuries.

The Turks returned to the city with their weapons of victory, and the Xiliang returned to camp with their commanders.

……

"Ahh Aze !! ”

Chen Mengtian woke up sweating profusely and woke up calling Jiang Zebei's name.

Her eyes were frightened, she was sweating profusely, and she was trembling all over.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?" Shiyi was barefoot, and even used light exercises, and when he came to the bed, his voice was also panicked.

Chen Mengtian turned his head, looked at Shiyi who was kneeling in front of the bed, and reached out to hold her hand.

So hard, so uneasy.

"Madame, are you dreaming again?"

Chen Mengtian gasped for breath and tried to breathe as steadily as possible.

"Blood, a lot of blood, has there been a letter from Aze recently?" She asked expectantly.

The latter understood that this must have been a dream about the Hou Ye, and noticed that the hand holding her was still trembling violently, so he whispered to reassure: "Madam, the letter sent by the master a few days ago, and the next letter may have to wait for two or three days." ”

"Really?" Chen Mengtian was in a trance.

She couldn't remember the specific details of the dream, but she remembered that Jiang Zebei showed a very painful look, and he was covered in blood and asked her for help.

She has been dreaming of Jiang Zebei for the past two days, and every dream is not good.