Chapter 120: Fight

Wei Yun got up and withdrew his troops. When the 20,000 Turkic cavalry came, it was like wind and electricity, but when they left, they dragged their feet. The inferiority of the barbarians was undoubtedly revealed.
Seeing all the Turkic soldiers plundered the Khitan women directly on their horses and put their hands on their horses, some even couldn't help but immediately start a hand-to-hand fight.
The cry of women, the wailing of cows and sheep, the screams of men, and the mixture of snow-white skin and red blood formed a sad movement.
Looking at countless Khitan women crying, Zhang Bairen seemed to see the five chaotic flowers of the year. The Khitan women now turned into the Han women of yesterday, facing the ravages and ravages of ferocious foreigners, crying helplessly.
The weak have nothing to do but cry.
"Kacha" Zhang Bairen grasped the long sword in his palm, and saw the scabbard spinning, rolling the sand on the ground.
"Damn it all! Damn all foreigners!" Zhang Bairen's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the divine light in his hands: "When my supernatural powers become great, I must punish all foreign races."
I don't know how many Khitan men were killed, and then the Turks drove cattle and sheep and sang folk songs.
Wei Yun's angry face turned purple. He was not cruel enough to these barbarians, and he actually put eye drops on himself at the last minute.
However, his goal was achieved, but he didn't care about so much, turned around and hurried away.
The Turkic people retreated, leaving a mess and bodies everywhere.
The also returned to the God Realm to heal his wounds. Zhang Bairen walked down the mountain slowly, looked at the blood sludge under his feet, and sighed slightly. The four long swords in the sword pouch shot into the ground, and then turned away.
A whirlpool slowly emerged in the battlefield, and countless souls were swallowed and disappeared. The murderous intent in the battlefield disappeared, and even the blood on the ground gradually faded. Countless corpses turned into empty shells, the essence of bone marrow disappeared, and only one pale corpse fell on the ground.
The Khitan reinforcements came, looking at the battlefield a little hairy, digging holes to bury their fellow robe.
"Turkic!" a general wailed sadly.
Zhang Bairen stood in the mountains in the distance, watching the sadness in the battlefield.
It took seven or eight days to clean up all the corpses. The Khitan turned and left, secretly knocked out his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach, brewing the next revenge.
Zhang Bairen came to the battlefield again, retracted the four long swords, sighed slightly and turned away.
After all, there is only strength and weakness between races, and there is no sympathy.
Today can be the Khitan, tomorrow can be the Great Sui.
Zhang Bairen received the sword and sneaked all the way back to the pass.
Zhang Bairen is back, but Wei Yunqi has not yet come back, thinking that the Khitan incident has not yet been completely finished.
Back at the manor, Zhang Bairen took Yang Lihua to his hometown to see his mother, stayed in a small village to practice in retreat, and comprehend kendo.
"Little Mr." Ma Youcai shouted while standing outside the door.
With a veil, Zhang Lihua leaned over the window and looked at Ma Youcai: "You kid always comes back, but things go well? Your mother took it back?"
"I have received the words from the girl," Ma Youcai said respectfully.
"Come in" Zhang Lihua said.
Ma Youcai opened the door and walked into the backyard, only to see Zhang Bairen sitting cross-legged with a sword bag on his back, holding the sword in his arms without saying a word.
Looking at Zhang Bairen, Ma Youcai stood there quietly, afraid to make a sound.
"Huh"
Ma Youcai seemed to hear a sword ringing through his mind, and his thoughts froze for a moment. Time seemed to stop flowing at this moment, and his mind was blank, not knowing what he was thinking.
I don't know how long it took before he regained his sanity. At this moment, Zhang Bairen was wiping his cheeks unhurriedly with the handkerchief Zhang Lihua handed over.
"Give you ten thousand 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 towel and said.
"This...too much, right" Ma Youcai was taken aback.
Zhang Lihua brought a map and spread it on the table. Zhang Bairen took out a charcoal in his hand and slowly drew it across the map: "Along the road, bring some interesting things back along the way, and show me."
If there is a twenty-first professor who is proficient in history and geography here, you will find that Zhang Bairen's painting turned out to be the Silk Road.
During the Great Sui Dynasty, Yang Guang reopened the Silk Road. How could Zhang Bairen miss this opportunity and make a fortune?
"The money is ready, you hire people to form a caravan," Zhang Bairen said unhurriedly.
As he was talking, suddenly a thunderbolt resounded across a radius of a hundred miles, and hundreds of miles away, it seemed that the sound of killing from outside the Great Wall could be heard.
Zhang Bairen was taken aback, and the Khitan people began to retaliate.
The Khitan people suffered such a big loss in the hands of the Turkic people, of course, it is impossible to have no reaction at all, especially looking at the corpses on the ground and the women looted, making the Khitan people even more energetic.
"kill"
The Khitan cavalry rolled and turned into a black river, catching up with the Turks.
With cattle and sheep, women Turkic people can't walk fast.
Both sides are mobs, half a catty, where do you know what military formation?
"call"
The billowing wind whipped up the desolate grassland, and countless Turkic people and horses were instantly swept by the whirlwind, into the clouds, and fulfilled the biggest dream of mankind, flying!
But if there is a choice, the Turks in these clouds would rather never fly.
"Snapped"
"Snapped"
"Snapped"
Like dumplings, countless Turkic people fell into mashed flesh, and the horses and men were mixed together, and they couldn't see each other.
In the rear of the Khitan, on one altar, lanterns were hung, and inexplicable flags were erected in all directions.
A Khitan priest chanted a curse, but when the banner was constantly twisting, there was no wind. Then the north wind was rolling down from the north at the turn of summer and autumn, constantly twisting and roaring. Unwilling to roar, he rolled up countless sand and stones, and rolled toward the Turkic cavalry.
Looking at the whirlwinds, Wei Yun knew that the trouble was.
If the command of 20,000 Turkic cavalry is like an arm, although the power of heaven and earth is mighty, he may not be irreversible by virtue of military secret skills. But at this time, the Turkic soldier thought he was victorious and did not follow the order. Even if Wei Yunqi had a lot of thoughts, what could he do? What can I do?
Seeing the rolling wind, Wei Yunqi beat the horses desperately and kept running away.
"This wind comes from Kanshui and Lihuo, Zhigang is mighty, if you are caught in the wind, you will undoubtedly die." Wei Yunqi flees desperately.
The Turkic soldiers behind seemed to have noticed something wrong, and hurriedly fled to the distance.
But the tornado is rolling, one after another, how can horses run faster than the power of the world?
"Bold, you monk is too much!" A figure hovering in the air in the direction of the Turkic, thinking of being a first-class figure of the sun god, gathering and dispersing in the void, unexpectedly rolling up the yellow sand in the thought, mixing with the whirlpool in the void Together.
Turkic
Khan Qimin watched the billowing whirlwind and cursed fiercely: "The tactics of military masters are not defeated."
Obviously separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but Qimin Khan seems to know what happened in the battlefield far away.
"Immediately send someone to respond, Wei Yunqi can't die, and my Turkic 20,000 cavalry can't die," Qimin Khan said helplessly.
A storm in the sky suddenly struck, and all of them were absorbed by the tornado. The tornado turned into a wave, wrapped in silt, and the mud on the ground was instantly pumped out.
"Khitan's old undead power has become stronger again, what a jerk! What a pervert! Come and help me," the black shadow in the sky kept roaring.
"Swish"
Another master arrived, and a meteorite in the sky smashed from outside the starry sky and fell towards the altar of Khitan.
The meteorite whizzed, carrying firelight, and seemed to burn everything.
"Swish"
At the critical moment, a figure broke through the speed of sound and dragged the sacrifice away from the altar.
"boom"
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A clash stopped abruptly.
It was almost a month before Wei Yun came back. At this time, Wei Yun's face was red, which is different from the dejection when he left.
"My lord, general invitation" a soldier came to the small village.
Zhang Bairen accepted the invitation blankly, and then said after a while: "Celebrate Wei Yun? This kid is really interesting."
While speaking, Zhang Bairen waved his hand, signaled the soldiers to leave, got up and came to Zhang's mother's door, and knocked gently on the door: "Mother."
"Come in" Zhang Mu said.
Zhang Bairen walked into the house, Zhang Lihua and Zhang Mu were embroidering.
Zhang Mu embroidered a handkerchief, Zhang Lihua embroidered a sachet.
"Mother, General Yu Juluo is here to invite again. Are you really not going to Zhuojun?" Zhang Bairen asked slightly tentatively.