In the early hours of the morning, the night gradually faded away, and the first ray of light in the morning gradually crossed the sky, awakening those who were still sleeping. However, those people probably found it difficult to imagine what kind of horrific things had happened during this long night.
In the ruins of the original town, a bonfire was burning. The sounds of horses and people brought the breath of life back to this place temporarily.
Everyone was very tired. After nearly half a day of fighting, facing hundreds of thousands of Ming Cult disciples, they fought their way from Bright Summit to Yixian Gorge. The pervasive fatigue was sweeping through everyone's body. Many people didn't even have the strength to walk.
But everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles. Such a magnificent battle would make everyone feel extremely proud. Even if there are thousands of people, we will go forward? Today we did it!
"Old Yun..." Zhou Yi carried the jar of wine and walked to Yun Zhongxiao's side and sat down: "Why, are you interested in having a few drinks with me?"
Yun Chongxiao glanced back at Zhou Yi. His eyes no longer looked like the arrogant Nine Suns Martial God, but like an exiled prodigal, full of loneliness and sadness. He did not answer, but took the jar and drank.
“Ah…” Yun Chongxiao took a big sip, gently put down the jar, looked at the rising sun in the sky, and said, “I used to think that I might really be an irresponsible gang leader, but… But I really didn’t expect… They would betray me, and even… want to kill me!”
His voice was trembling, and he choked up several times. "I really regard the Ming Cult as my own home. I am not someone who has ambitions to conquer the world. If they told me clearly that they want to change the leader, then it's fine! I am even willing to serve Yan Feilou and help him achieve his ambitions. There is no problem with all this... But why did it become like this? Why... did it become like this?"
Zhou Yi gently patted Yun Zhongxiao's shoulder, and hesitated for several times. After a long while, he said softly: "Why blame yourself? They are not worthy of a leader like you! What are your plans for the future?"
“Ha!” Yun Chongxiao chuckled and said, “I’m all alone, how about I come to your place and form a bond with you?”
"That's what I want, of course!"
The rising light spread out, a few clouds danced in the sky, and an eagle flew in the sky. It was a Saker Falcon trained by the Qiyan tribe, whose special task was to deliver messages.
When Zhebie received the news, his face changed suddenly, "It's really a bad time..." He raised his head with a wry smile, and a sigh almost like a moan came from his throat.
Ten days ago, after nearly five years of war for hegemony outside the Great Wall, the Turks, who were more skilled in riding and shooting, gradually subdued the Khitans, the only strong enemy on the grassland. As the front line was retreating, the Khitan's hidden master Sanhe Yishi finally challenged the god in the hearts of the Turks.
However, the result of the battle was even more difficult for the Khitans to accept. The Sanhe hermit who tried to turn the tide was killed by Wu Zun Bi Xuan at Langjuxu Mountain. When the burly grassland Wu Zun, who looked like a ghost, carried Agushuaya and displayed the head of the Sanhe hermit in front of the Khitan army, millions of Khitan warriors collapsed in an instant... ... .
Under the leadership of Feng Yancheng, the disciple of Wu Zun and the successor of Yan Yang's miracle, the Turkic warriors, whose morale reached the peak, annihilated the main force of the Liao army of one million at Hubudagang, and then led the entire army to attack Huanglong without stopping, killing Xiao Jue and Yelu Chutian at Huanglong Mansion. From then on, the Khitans would no longer have the power to dominate the frontier... ...
"In other words, after the Turks defeat the Khitans, their main task will be to wipe out the scattered tribes outside the Great Wall and completely unify the entire area outside the Great Wall!" Ren Ya said.
"That's right." Zhebie nodded and said, "If that's the case, our Qiyan tribe will definitely be the first to bear the brunt, so we should return to the Qiyan tribe as soon as possible." After that, everyone's eyes turned to Zhou Yi's direction, waiting for the leader of the team to give orders.
Zhou Yi suddenly stood up, walked towards Bi Hongyao, and said, "I'm sorry, I originally promised to find the Great Ming Sect and have a thorough fight with that Great Master for you, but now the help of the Ming Sect has been lost. Even if you can return to the Great Ming Sect, I'm afraid it will be of little use, so..."
"I can understand this." Bi Hongyao said, "Envoy Liuyun and I can go back to the Qiyan tribe with you..."
"No!" Zhou Yi waved his hand and said, "I hope you two can go to Yanmen Pass with Ren Ya. I have a village of several thousand people there, but there is no expert to guard it. You should go there to train the troops. Once the war outside the Great Wall changes, this support army will be very important to us!"
Ren Ya suddenly became anxious and said, "Drag the studio in as well? Why? We are just staying in the Qiyan tribe, why should we risk all our wealth for them?"
"No, no! Renya, I'm certainly not doing this just for the Qiyan tribe. A unified frontier region will definitely move south. With the current chaos in the Central Plains, who can you expect to stand up?"
Zhou Yi's eyes suddenly became fierce: "So I want to fight this battle for the entire Central Plains martial arts world! Even if I can't nail the Turks to death outside the Great Wall, I will bite off a piece of meat from them!"
“Squeak!” The sound of sharp claws breaking through the wind suddenly came. Heshal had suddenly rushed forward, and grabbed Zhou Yi’s throat with his steel feather claws. He said angrily: “So you want to use the Qiyan tribe as your weapon to deal with the Turks?”
"Yes!" Zhou Yi did not show any weakness. Instead, he turned his gaze and stared straight at Hesar, saying, "Because I am sure that you will fight! Because the descendants of Genghis Khan have never known what surrender is!"
“Well said!” Subuchi thrust out his poisonous dragon spear, forced Hesar back, strode forward with his head held high, and roared with heroic spirit: “No matter whether there are Turks or Khitans in front of us, no matter whether there are one million or ten million, the Thirteen Wings of Mongolia will never retreat! I don’t care why brother Azhe stands on our side, as long as he dares to accompany us on the battlefield today and fight side by side, he is our brother!”
Zhebie nodded, the strong fighting spirit in his eyes was self-evident.
"Good! Return to the army and ask for mercy!"
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The howling of wolves was heard in the wilderness.
The spread of the bloody smell attracted the predators on the plain. At the edge of the field, they found the corpses and gathered to eat them. Occasionally, human voices were heard in the distance, and torches were lit. Sometimes, wild wolves followed the bloody smell on the people.
In a radius of more than ten miles, fighting that was in accordance with the laws of nature would occasionally occur, with large or small groups of defeated soldiers passing by, and the sounds in the darkness around them would make them frightened.
Temujin rode his horse slowly up to the high ground, looked at the dense corpses in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh.
This is the seventh one. Since receiving the news that the Turks defeated the Khitans, the Qiyan tribe, which had been silent for a long time, has rarely moved. They want to take advantage of the time when the Turkic army is resting to expand as much as possible. The war to unify the entire thirteen Mongolian tribes is imperative! (To be continued)