Yanmen Pass.

The sun is setting and the evening breeze is bleak.

The Khitan army pressed up towards Yanmen Pass in the dark, looking at it from a distance, it was shocking and imposing, like an unstoppable torrent.

But when the army marched to the vicinity of Yanmen Pass, it suddenly stopped, because three big flags were suddenly erected under Yanmen Pass!

It belongs to the Great Song Dynasty, Dali and Western Xia.

It is to show his identity, but also a deterrent, it seems to be telling the invading enemy that if he dares to cross the thunder pool by half a step, that is, he will declare war with the Three Kingdoms.

Which person in the world, or which country, dares to go to war with these three countries at the same time?

The answer, of course, is no.

As a result, the hundreds of thousands of Khitan troops, which were originally unstoppable, camped in place, not daring to take another step forward.

In a large tent, someone is throwing a tantrum.

"How could the Great Song Dynasty, Dali, and Western Xia appear at the same time at Yanmen Pass!? How could they appear at the same time? What the hell is going on? Can anyone tell me!?"

A sturdy middle-aged man wearing a piece of golden armor with curly hair glared at the dozen generals standing in front of him and asked with a roar.

Khitan Emperor, Yeluji.

"Your Majesty, I just received news that the reason why Dali and Xixia came here was because there was a person who wanted to protect the Great Song Dynasty without worry, and it only took a letter to mobilize the army of the Three Kingdoms to intercept it outside Yanmen Pass. ”

An old man who was nearly half a hundred years old hugged his fists, looked at Yeluji, and hurriedly explained.

"Who?, who the hell can have such great ability?!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Yeluki's face and he asked aloud.

"This person is the Holy Lord of Tianmen who has recently become famous on the rivers and lakes, Xuzhu! He used to be just a monk of Shaolin Temple, but later he was first respected as a national teacher by Xixia, and then he was named a martial saint by Song Zhezong, and his sworn brother was Duan Yu, the future emperor of Dali, and the person who went to Shangjing to rescue Xiao Feng was also this person. ”

The old man continued to answer with a solemn face.

Listening to the old man's answer, Yeluji's face instantly sank, and his eyes were full of hatred.

"Then why is this news only told to me now!? The army only knows this after the border is pressed, whether this battle will be fought or not!? You tell me!"

Yeluki looked at the old man angrily and asked in a deep voice.

"This..."

The old man sweated like rain in an instant, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Your Majesty, whether he is the army of the Three Kingdoms or the army of several countries, I have already asked people to investigate, the other party adds up to less than 200,000 people, and our soldiers and horses are more than twice as many as theirs, we will win this battle!"

A young general stood up and said loudly, with a confident expression.

"By all means, Your Majesty, if we really fight with the armies of the Three Kingdoms, even if we win this battle, but what next? When the Three Kingdoms will definitely attack our Khitan Kingdom with all their might, it will be more than just these hundreds of thousands of troops, adding up to more than a million soldiers and horses, if you add the martial arts people headed by Tianmen, it will be even more unimaginable, one person in the martial arts can be worth ten or even a hundred people, we have no chance of winning, Your Majesty!"

However, as soon as the young general's voice fell, some people raised objections, enumerating all the consequences that would be caused by the start of the war.

After listening to this person's analysis, some of the dozen or so people present had already woken up and began to persuade Yeluji to think twice before acting.

And the young generals still insisted on fighting, as if they were eager to take this opportunity to make war achievements.

But the more experienced veterans are all against it, knowing that a seemingly simple battle is enough to affect the fate of a country.

For a while, the two camps quarreled, each telling their own reasons.

"Alright! Don't make any noise! Get out! Get out!"

Jeluki glared at the arguing crowd, kicked over the table in front of him, and shouted loudly.

Only then did everyone stop talking, they were silent, and they withdrew from the big tent one after another.

After everyone had left, Yeluki sat down in his chair in a dejected manner, his expression struggling, and even he didn't know whether to advance or retreat now.

Hundreds of thousands of troops are pressing the border, can they just go back in disgrace without doing anything? Won't they make the world laugh?

This is Jeluki's truest thought at the moment.

Now what he is thinking about is not how to win this battle, not how to attack the Great Song Dynasty, but how to convince the world that this originally well-thought-out and long-planned action is over, otherwise he will hurt not only his own face, but the face of the entire Khitan.

......

The wild goose gate was closed.

The three armies commanded in the big tent.

Xiao Jun was sitting in the command tent, waiting for the news to come back from the camp where the Khitan army was stationed, but suddenly felt that his ears were burning badly.

Which bastard is scolding me?

Xiao Jun touched his ears and couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Yuyan, who was sitting on the side, noticed Xiao Jun's actions, lowered her voice and asked softly.

"Oh, it's okay, someone is scolding me. ”

Xiao Jun touched his ears and said lightly.

But after hearing his words, everyone present looked at each other with puzzled expressions, because no one in the tent had spoken at all.

At this time, sitting in the big tent, except for Xiao Jun and Wang Yuyan, Bao Wei, Wu Lingjun and others were all there, including several elders of the beggar gang and Qiao Feng's father and son.

"Oh, I'm not saying that someone here scolds me, who am I somewhere else, such as the Khitan camp, I guess that old boy in Yeluji should be eager to eat my flesh and drink my blood now, right?"

Xiao Jun realized that he had lost his words and hurriedly changed the topic.

Listening to Xiao Jun's words, everyone couldn't help laughing, they didn't expect that at this time, Xiao Jun could still make jokes, they were not in the mood now, and they all looked solemn.

Especially Qiao Feng, sitting next to Xiao Jun, his face was ugly all the time.

It's no wonder, after all, he is a Khitan, and Yeluji is his sworn brother.

If it is really discussed, Yeluji is actually Xiao Jun's eldest brother, which is also what Xiao Jun reacted to not long ago, but Xiao Jun can't help but scoff at this argument.

For a person like Yeluki who only knows how to make killings and is cruel and ruthless, no one wants to be a grandson, let alone a big brother.

It's only to blame Qiao Feng for being blind at the beginning and recognizing such a family.

There was nothing to say all night, there was no movement on the side of the Khitan army, and the three armies here were already ready, and they couldn't help but put up a big banner, and the soldiers and horses had already gathered, just waiting for the Khitan army to attack.

......

Early the next morning, news suddenly came from the front, saying that the Khitan army had withdrawn.

After hearing the news, everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded. It is a little unbelievable that hundreds of thousands of troops have been gathered and chased for so long, and then they have withdrawn without even a single face.

But Xiao Jun was not surprised, he blocked this, he didn't expect him to really make the right bet, it seems that this Yeluji is still not stupid, he knows how to distinguish the situation.

And when everyone rejoiced at the retreat of the Khitan army, Xiao Jun was not as relaxed as he imagined, because an enemy who was both cruel and belligerent and thoughtful was the most terrifying.

With the retreat of the Khitan army, the three armies also immediately separated, each withdrawing its troops, and a battle that was originally full of gunpowder smoke ended without a single soldier.

The name of the Heavenly Gate Holy Lord Xuzhu once again shocked the world.

But only Xiao Jun couldn't laugh alone, although he avoided a life-destroying battle and saved Qiao Feng's life, but what else was waiting for him in the future, he really didn't know.

Because from now on, the Tianlong world from the TV is already the finale, but in the world he is in, everything seems to have just begun.

What will happen tomorrow, no one knows.