"Eat slowly, it's enough tonight to ......" Seeing the foreigner in front of him gobbling up a leg of mutton, eager to stuff even the bones into his stomach, Yan Liqiang smiled and kindly reminded him.

"Hmm...... Too...... It's so delicious...... It's so delicious......" Klein gnawed on the leg of mutton, grabbed a handful of fruit, and stuffed it all into his mouth, the juice of the leg of mutton and the fruit mixed together, flowing from the corner of his mouth to his chin, ordinary people eat like this, even if they can't hold on, I'm afraid they will have a bad stomach, but Crane in front of him, the whole person's mind has been completely attracted by the food on the table, and he can't care about anything else.

At this moment, it is already night, and the place is still Xingxing Lake, but at this time, Xingxing Lake is no longer the world of the Seven Divisions of Shatu, except for those women and children who were sent away during the day, none of the Shatu people who were still in Xingxing Lake at this time are still alive, either lying on the ground, or have been buried in the soil - buried in the soil waiting to rot, and those lying on the ground are about to be buried in the soil.

The army led by Yan Liqiang, at this time, are immersed in great joy, the whole camp, at this moment is jubilant, bonfires everywhere, everywhere are the laughter of the sergeants, and there are people drinking and singing, this is an unprecedented victory, but also the Han Empire in recent decades in the rare overwhelming victory over foreign races, if the imperial court is still there, with this feat, Yan Liqiang and the soldiers he brought, will be greatly rewarded, famous all over the world.

Even Zhao Dachuan, Gong Tieshan and others, who came with Yan Liqiang, did not expect that this battle to exterminate the Seven Divisions of the Sand Turf would be so smooth before they left the customs, it was so smooth that they couldn't imagine it.

In order to celebrate this great victory, except for the sergeant on duty tonight, Yan Liqiang let go of the rest.

Not only in the army, but also outside the barracks of the army, at this moment, the same jubilation, the rangers and militias who came here with the army, tonight, also followed the carnival, the army ate meat, they drank soup, and the last soup of the seven parts of the sand tutu was so fat that people couldn't think about it.

There is still the bloody smell left by the big battle in the night wind, but for everyone, they don't mind anymore, at this moment in the entire camp, from top to bottom, everyone's eyes are only the hot beating fire, the smell of roasted meat and the smell of fine wine......

The foreigner's name was Klein, who had been rescued from the Temple of Flames, and after letting him take a shower, shave, and throw him a set of clean clothes, Yan Liqiang had also joined him in tonight's celebration.

At this moment, Klein's hair is tied into a ponytail shape with a rope at random, his beard is shaved, and he is wearing the clothes of an ordinary Ganzhou army sergeant, which looks much stronger than when he was rescued from the cell before, it is estimated that he has not seen the light of day for a long time in the cell, Crane's skin has a sickly paleness, the whole person is so thin that he is like a horse about to starve to death, the sunken eye sockets, from a distance, it looks like a skull, his hand holding the leg of mutton is like a layer of skin on a bone, and he can't see much meat, but don't say it, this guy looks more and more like the mountain.

He sat in Yan Liqiang's inner circle, and the officers around him looked at him curiously from time to time, just like looking at a strange thing, for these officers of the Han Empire, they have seen a lot of foreign races, but they look like Klein, many people have seen it for the first time, Klein said that he is from the distant kingdom of Puglia, this name, no one has ever heard of the officers in the northwest, and Yan Liqiang has not heard of it.

Yan Liqiang sat on the main seat, looking at the jubilant camp in front of him, cutting the mutton in front of him with a knife, chewing and eating slowly, in this moment full of jubilation, Yan Liqiang may be the only one who can still calm down.

This big victory, Yan Liqiang is happy, but he is not surprised, because all of this is inevitable in Yan Liqiang's view, the contest between him and the Seven Divisions of the Shatu began a long time ago, not this time, the fall of the Seven Divisions of the Desert is the inevitable result of a series of events in recent years, and the direct fuse that caused the destruction of the Seven Divisions of the Shatu - The rebellion of the Ebony Department and the Uli Department was directed by Yan Liqiang, and the rebellion of the Ebony Department not only greatly weakened the strength of the Seven Divisions of the Shatu, but also led the Black Corn people in, and the Black Men who were attracted by the Ebony Department once again hit the Seven Divisions of the Desert, interrupted the backbone of the Seven Divisions of the Desert, and completely injured the vitality of the Seven Divisions of the Desert Invasion, Yan Liqiang led the troops out of the customs this time, but only ran the last part of the long-distance run, and nailed the coffin board of the Seven Divisions of the Desert to death, The notoriety of the Seven Divisions of the Sand Turf in the Northwest, killing Hu Ling, these major events that have gradually compressed and subverted the living space and living environment of the Seven Divisions of the Desert are almost all related to Yan Liqiang, and even Yan Liqiang led the way, and the archers who eliminated the main force of the Seven Divisions of the Desert were built by Yan Liqiang, so at this time, Yan Liqiang was not surprised at all by the destruction of the Seven Divisions of the Desert.

At this moment, what Yan Liqiang was thinking in his head was actually a black man. After his crisp victory this time, what will happen to the next reaction of the Black Karma people, this is what we should pay attention to the most.

In the head of the prince of the black buckles, he may want to make himself and the seven tribes of the Shatu lose both, and then he can come to pick up the cheap, but after his simple and neat victory this time, the wishful thinking of the black buckles may not work, and the prince of the black buckles may never have imagined that the entire seven tribes of the Shatu, in front of his own army, have been annihilated before they have lasted for three days, and the next target is those black buckles......

"Come, I propose, let's respect the Lord Guardian for a cup, if there is no Lord Guardian to strategize this time, and defeat the enemy at a critical time, we are now, I'm afraid we are still going around in circles on the grassland with the Seven Divisions of the Sand Turf, this time to destroy the Seven Divisions of the Desert Turf, the Lord Guardian has taken us to make such a meritorious achievement, which is enough to be passed on to future generations, and we will all follow it!" Wang Naiwu stood up, raised the wine glass in his hand, and said loudly.

Hearing Wang Naiwu say this, the generals sitting on both sides of the bonfire all stood up with wine glasses, "Respect and protect the ......."

Yan Liqiang also picked up his wine glass and stood up, and said loudly, "It is not my work alone to destroy the Seven Divisions of the Sand Turf, the key is to rely on everyone to work together, wait for the Xingxing Lake matter, the next step, let's go and clean up the Black Corn people, this time, we must let those Black Corn people dare not take a step against my Han Frontier in fifty years, come, do it......"

The generals and colonels roared, and they all dried the wine in their cups, and then sat down.

"I heard that the prince of the black people is the most cunning, this time we won a big victory, it must have frightened the prince of the black people, the archers led by the Lord Guardian are incomparably powerful, I am afraid that those black people will not dare to fight with us after hearing ......the news," Shi Changfeng said with a slight frown.

"Are you afraid that they will escape?" Yan Liqiang asked Shi Changfeng.

"Don't you think it's possible?"

Yan Liqiang took the silver wine glass left by the Shatu Seventh Division, and smiled, "Then where do you think they can flee to? Since their army can pass through Qiyun Mountain to fight us, then who stipulated that we can't cross Qiyun Mountain to fight them, we pass through Qiyun Mountain, which is the territory of the Black Corn people, can those Black Corn people still abandon their own territory and run away?"

Shi Changfeng was shocked in his heart, and was frightened by Yan Liqiang's thoughts, because in the past few hundred years, the Han Empire has not taken the initiative to hit the history of the territory of the Black Corn people, Yan Liqiang said this, it is obvious that he has already made such preparations, otherwise, Yan Liqiang may not have said anything just now to make the Black Corn people dare not take a step in my Han frontier within fifty years.