The leaves fell silently from the treetops, and the entire Linhuang Mansion was eerily quiet.
In the evening, people walked into the council hall from outside one after another. Everyone had a solemn look on their face. A strange atmosphere spread throughout the council hall, depressing and heavy. The restless power in the heart was constantly suppressed, as if waiting for something.
After the crowd was almost full and they waited for a while, Zhou Yi came in.
Everyone sat upright, with their hands on their knees, clenched fists, and looked up at the figure in snow-white clothes.
Torches were lit in the room, and the air was filled with smoke. More than a hundred officers gathered, and everyone stood up, sat down, and after they were completely quiet, Zhou Yi spoke.
“I know that most of the soldiers in this city are former Khitans. You have risen up to resist for freedom and to avoid oppression. I deeply admire you.
"But I still want to explain my purpose. Perhaps many people already know that we are not envoys coming to liberate you. We are here only because Mongolia cannot face the powerful Turks independently... In a sense, we have been using you..."
"I'm ashamed, but now, I still need to continue to borrow your strength! Yesterday, the Turkic envoy placed the head of a Mongolian warrior in front of us... That was my brother. Now in the Burhan Mountains, the iron hooves of the Turks are trampling on the birthplace of the Mongols day and night. Temujin and his men are having a very hard time..."
"... We sent troops not because Mongolia is worth saving. I cannot decide who is worth saving and who is not based on my own emotions. However, in this world, everyone can only save themselves first. In the future we can see, the Turks will become more and more powerful. They will capture the Burhan Mountains, occupy the entire frontier, and even go south to the Central Plains. Their power will become more and more consolidated!"
"And the only way ahead of us is to completely defeat them before the roaring golden wolf outside the Great Wall comes to its senses!"
The night is deep and dotted with stars.
On the vast plain, the heavily armored army leaped out of Linhuang Prefecture. The army of more than 10,000 people rushed out of the mountains without any hesitation and flew towards the front line of the Burerhan Mountains!
After the failure of negotiations with Tuli, the first round of conflict between Zhou Yi's side and the Turkic army broke out completely that night. After rushing out of Linhuang Prefecture, the army of more than 10,000 people quickly divided into more than ten teams of about 1,000 people, and ran across the entire grassland overnight.
The flat official road looked quiet and solemn in the night. Turkic soldiers were driving carts in and out. Since Huangshagang was captured by Zhou Yi and others, the Turkic people's food supply had been in trouble. However, Fengyan City was unwilling to suspend the offensive. It ordered the Turkic troops in the rear to loot food and grass day and night and send them to the front line to maintain Fengyan City's crazy offensive against the Burerhan Mountain area!
Sad or tragic events happened from time to time in this land. However, loose resistance did not mean much in the face of an organized army. It only shed a lot of blood and became a warning to the Turks.
At this time, the escort officer was ordering a team of soldiers under his command to quickly escort dozens of carts of food and fodder forward in a steady stream.
In the silent night, the sounds of whipping and cursing mixed with people's cries and screams of pain. For a moment, it really felt like a heated battle.
However, at this moment, two teams of hundreds of men in black clothes and riding angry horses appeared on the hillside of the official road, and the murderous intent was already overwhelming, like an awakened lion waving its claws and fangs and letting out a low roar.
The warning horn had just sounded, and before the escorting Turkic soldiers could react, the warriors in black clothes and riding angry horses rushed over like a torrent.
When the sun rose here, the entire logistical line of the Turkic rear was almost collapsed! The mighty Khitan new army swarmed in from all directions along the road!
Midnight, the king's tent.
A thunder suddenly flashed from the sky, Feng Yancheng was startled and woke up from his sleep, wiping the fine beads of sweat on his forehead tiredly. The bitter cold wind gradually blew, slightly rolling up the curtains, and through the gaps, Feng Yancheng suddenly felt a chill on his back, and a mysterious feeling suddenly rose from his heart.
It was as if something terrible was coming with the wind, carrying with it the wrath of thunder.
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On the northern grasslands, a tall and majestic figure stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the low sky above his head, as if he could embrace the sky with one hand.
The owner of this figure was wearing a grey robe, with grey hair spread out behind his head like a lion's mane. One could feel a sense of awe-inspiring power at first sight. On his face, he was wearing a dark black mask without any carvings.
"The Demon Sect has a great man like Brother Xiao in the frontier area. He should not be underestimated." At this moment, an elegant and magnetic voice sounded. Just by listening to the voice, you can tell that this must be a very charming man.
"Oh? Who are you?" The expression on the gray-clothed man's face could not be seen because of the mask, but one could hear his surprise just from his voice.
How could it not be surprising that with his martial arts skills, which were rare in the world, he was completely unable to find any trace of this person
"Don't be surprised. If you think about it, you and I are brothers!" A breeze blew by, and a man in a green robe suddenly appeared. Upon closer inspection, this man turned out to be the young master Xiaoyan from Luoyang who had been missing for a long time
Although Young Master Xiaoyan still had his signature smile on his face, he had some white hair on his temples, making him look more serious.
"My name is Xiao Yan, the son of the Demon Sect. Nice to meet the young demon master Xiao Canglan!"
"Oh?" The man called the Little Magician slowly took off the mask on his face and said sternly, "I didn't expect you to recognize me. However, there are two sects and six paths in the Magic Sect. How can you, a descendant of the Huajian Sect, call yourself a member of the Magic Sect?"
"Haha!" The smile on Young Master Xiaoyan's face became even more intense. He took a half step forward and bowed, saying, "I have learned a few new skills recently. I hope you can teach me a thing or two, Senior Brother?"
"The Qinglong is jealous of his master!" Young Master Xiaoyan shouted, and his hands entangled and changed in a strange way, full of murderous intent.
But when he saw this move, Xiao Canglan's face darkened. The Eighteen Soul-Returning Claws is a unique skill of the Magician Palace. How could Young Master Xiaoyan actually use it
However, although he was surprised in his heart, he did not hesitate at all. He immediately counterattacked with the Vermillion Bird Occupying the Corpse, one of the Eighteen Claws of Returning Souls. But the moment his fists and feet collided, Xiao Canglan's face suddenly turned ashen, his pupils dilated, and he looked at Young Master Xiaoyan with horror on his face, and said in a lost voice.
"How...how do you...know the Devil Form Art?" (To be continued)