Wei Yunqi withdrew his troops, and when the 20,000 Turkic iron horsemen came, they were like wind and lightning, but when they left, they dragged on, and the inferiority of the barbarians was undoubtedly revealed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that the Turkic soldiers directly plundered the Khitan women on their horses, they went up and down, and even some people couldn't help but start a hand-to-hand fight on the horses.

The cries of women, the wails of cattle and sheep, the screams of men, the mixture of snow-white skin and red blood form a sad music.

Looking at the countless crying Khitan women, Zhang Bairen seemed to see the chaos of the year, and the Khitan women in front of him were like the Han women of yesterday, wailing helplessly in the face of the invasion and ravages of the murderous foreigners.

The weak have no choice but to cry.

"Click" Zhang Bairen grabbed the long sword in his palm, and saw the scabbard rotate, rolling the mud and sand on the ground.

"All deserve to die! All foreign races deserve to die!" Zhang Bairen's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the divine light in his hand flowed: "When I have great powers, I must punish all foreign races." ”

I don't know how many Khitan men were killed, and then the Turks drove away with cattle and sheep singing mountain songs.

Wei Yunqi's face turned purple, his cruelty to this group of barbarians was not enough, and he actually gave himself eye medicine at the last moment.

However, his goal was achieved, but he didn't care so much, turned around and got on his horse and left in a hurry.

The Turks retreated, leaving behind a mess and corpses everywhere.

The gods also returned to the divine realm to recuperate, Zhang Bairen slowly descended the mountain, looked at the blood and mud under his feet, sighed lightly, and the four long swords in the sword bag shot into the ground, and then turned to leave.

A whirlpool slowly emerged in the battlefield, and countless souls were devoured and disappeared. The killing machine in the battlefield disappeared, and even the blood on the ground was gradually fading, countless corpses and bones turned into empty shells, and the bone marrow essence disappeared, only a miserable white corpse fell to the ground.

Khitan reinforcements arrived, looked at the battlefield and looked a little hairy, digging pits to bury their comrades.

"Turkic!" a general cried out.

Zhang Bairen stood in the mountains in the distance and looked at the battlefield with sadness and silence.

After seven or eight days of cleaning, all the corpses were barely cleaned up, and the Khitans turned to leave, secretly knocking out their teeth and swallowing them into their stomachs, brewing for the next revenge.

Zhang Bairen came to the battlefield again, withdrew his four long swords, and turned to leave with a slight sigh.

One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, and there will only be strength and weakness between races, and there will be no sympathy.

Today it can be Khitan, tomorrow it can be the Great Sui.

Zhang Bairen took the sword, sneaked all the way in a low-key manner, and returned to the gate.

Zhang Bairen is back, Wei Yunqi has not come back yet, and I think the Khitan matter has not been completely completed.

Back at the manor, Zhang Bairen took Yang Lihua to his hometown to see his mother, stayed in the small village to retreat and practice, and practiced swordsmanship.

"Little sir," Ma Youcai shouted while standing outside the door.

Zhang Lihua wore a veil and looked at Ma Youcai by the window: "You kid always comes back, things are going well?

"The words of the girl have been received in the city," Ma Youcai said respectfully.

"Come in," Zhang Lihua said.

Ma Youcai pushed open the door and walked into the backyard, but saw Zhang Bairen sitting cross-legged with a sword bag on his back, holding the sword in his arms and not saying a word.

Looking at Zhang Bairen, Ma Youcai stood there quietly, not daring to make a sound.

"Huh"

Ma Youcai seemed to hear a sword sound in his mind, and his mind froze for a moment, time seemed to stop flowing at this time, and his mind was blank, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took to regain his senses, and at this time, Zhang Bairen was holding the handkerchief handed by Zhang Lihua and wiping his cheeks unhurriedly.

"Give you 10,000 taels of silver, you go to form a caravan and go to the Western Regions in exchange for some supplies," Zhang Bairen put down his handkerchief and spoke.

"This ...... It's too much," Ma Youcai was stunned.

Zhang Lihua took a map and spread it on the table, Zhang Bairen took out a charcoal in his hand and slowly crossed the map: "Follow this road, bring back some interesting things along the way, show me." ”

If there is a professor of the 21st century who is proficient in history and geography here, he will find that Zhang Bairen's painting is actually the Silk Road.

During the Great Sui period, Yang Guang reopened the Silk Road, how could Zhang Bairen miss such an opportunity and make a lot of money.

"The silver is ready, you can recruit people to form a caravan by yourself," Zhang Bairen said unhurriedly.

As he was talking, suddenly a thunderbolt on a sunny day sounded for hundreds of miles, and from a distance of hundreds of miles, it seemed that the sound of shouting and killing could be heard from outside the plug.

Zhang Bairen was stunned, and the Khitans began to retaliate.

The Khitans suffered so much at the hands of the Turks, of course, it is impossible not to react at all, especially looking at the corpses all over the ground and the women who were taken away, which made the Khitans even more angry.

"Kill"

The Khitan iron cavalry rolled and turned into a black river, catching up with the Turkic ranks.

With cattle and sheep, the Turks of women simply could not go fast.

Both sides are rabble, half a catty, where do you know what military formation?

"Whew"

The rolling wind swept up, blowing the desolate steppe, and countless Turkic people and horses were instantly swept by the whirlwind and entered the clouds, fulfilling the greatest dream of mankind, flying!

But given the choice, the Turks in these clouds would rather never fly.

"Smack"

"Smack"

"Smack"

Falling like dumplings, countless Turks fell into mashed meat, and the men and horses were mixed together, and they couldn't see each other.

In the rear of the Khitan, on one side of the altar, lanterns were hung, and inexplicable flags were erected in all directions.

A Khitan priest chanted a mantra in his mouth, but when he saw that the flag was constantly twisting, he actually raised it without wind, and then the rolling north wind actually rolled down from the north at the turn of summer and autumn, constantly twisting and roaring, as if with an unwilling roar, rolling up countless sand and stones, and rolling towards the Turkic iron horse.

Looking at the whirlwind rolling in the sky one after another, Wei Yunqi knew that he was in trouble.

If the 20,000 Turkic iron cavalry is commanded like an arm, although the power of heaven and earth is mighty, it may not be impossible to reverse it with the secret skills of the soldiers. But at this time, the Turkic soldiers thought they were victorious and did not follow orders.

Looking at the rolling wind, Wei Yunqi whipped the horses desperately, and kept fleeing.

"This wind comes from Kanshui and Lihuo, to the strong, if you are swept up, you will definitely die" Wei Yunqi fled without his life.

The Turkic soldiers behind him also seemed to notice that something was wrong, and quickly ran away into the distance.

But the tornado is rolling, connecting the heavens and the earth, how can the speed of the horses outrun the power of the heavens and the earth?

"Bold, you monk is too much!" A figure hovered in the air in the direction of the Turks, thinking that it was a first-class figure of the Yang God, gathering and dispersing in the void, and actually rolled up the rolling yellow sand in the middle of his thoughts, mixing with the whirlpool in the void.

Turkic

Qimin Khan looked at the rolling whirlwind and scolded fiercely: "The secret technique of the bullshit soldier is not a rout. ”

Obviously separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, the Khan of Qimin seemed to know what was happening on the battlefield in the distance.

"Send someone to answer immediately, Wei Yunqi can't die, and my Turkic 20,000 iron horsemen can't die," Qimin Khan said helplessly.

The storm in the sky suddenly hit, and all of them were absorbed by the tornado, only to see the tornado turn into waves, wrapped in silt, and the soil on the ground was instantly drained.

"The old immortal power of the Khitan has become stronger again, what a bastard! What a pervert! Someone is here to help me" The black shadow in the air kept roaring.

"Whoosh"

Another master arrived, and a meteorite in the sky smashed from outside the starry sky and fell towards the Khitan altar.

The meteorite roared, with the light of fire, and seemed to burn everything.

"Whoosh"

At the critical moment, a figure broke through the speed of sound and dragged the sacrifice away from the altar.

"Bang"

Smoke billowed and the altar was reduced to ruins.

An encounter came to an abrupt end.

It took nearly a month to see Wei Yunqi come back, and Wei Yunqi's face was red at this time, which was different from the dejected head when he went.

"My lord, the general's invitation" A soldier came to the small village.

Zhang Bairen took the invitation expressionlessly, and said after a while: "Celebrate Wei Yunqi?" This kid is a little interesting. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Bairen waved his hand, signaled the soldiers to leave, got up and came to Zhang's mother's door, and knocked lightly: "Mother." ”

"Come in," Zhang Mu said.

Zhang Bairen walked into the house, Zhang Lihua and Zhang's mother were embroidering.

Zhang's mother embroidered a handkerchief, and Zhang Lihua embroidered a sachet.

"Mother, General Yujuluo is here to invite again, do you really not want to Zhuojun?" Zhang Bairen asked tentatively.