Nearing evening, Zhou Yi finally led Yamcha and a group of more than 30 people to the banks of the Hannan River. However, the battle situation before them was far beyond their expectations!
The arrogant Turkic army suffered continuous attacks from all sides. They did not even have time to catch their breath. The Mongolian light cavalry swept through like a storm with arrows, spears, machetes, and sabers, hacking the Turks to pieces, leaving corpses like a mountain.
Everyone knew that the situation was hopeless. Everywhere, pale-faced Turkic soldiers looked around in panic, trying to find a way to escape. Many Turkic generals hurriedly took off their thick officer armor and hurriedly picked up the blood-stained uniforms of ordinary soldiers from the pile of dead bodies to put on themselves, so that it would be easier to escape.
Oh my god
Temujin actually won
Zhou Yi opened his lips slightly, looking at everything on the battlefield of Hanan River in disbelief, and he felt as if he was in another world...
Outside the window, white snow was flying. The cold wind blew fiercely outside the window with a whistling sound. The night just after the Battle of Hannan River ended, there was a rare heavy snow and cold current in history. The rivers froze and the hills were frozen overnight. The wet firewood was crackling in the fireplace, emitting a melancholy green smoke with the smell of the forest.
Two young men were playing chess at a large table by the fireplace. Both of them were concentrating on the chessboard and didn't even touch the wine jug on the table.
The handsome young man with clear eyebrows and eyes pushed the chess piece forward and said calmly: "Brother, you lose this game."
His opponent stared at the chessboard with a frown on his face, obviously in a very difficult situation. After a long while, he raised his head and was about to speak when hurried footsteps sounded outside the house. The door was opened and the messenger, wrapped in a thick fur coat, rushed into the house with a gust of cold wind and snow, shouting, "Back... Back... Back!"
"No hurry, talk slowly!" Young Master Xiaoyan slowly stood up and reached out to help the man: "Who's back?"
"I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"
Temujin raised his head and rake all the chess pieces on the chessboard into disarray: "Someone is coming, so we won't play anymore." He turned to look at the messenger and said with a smile: "Why don't you invite our warriors in?"
A moment later, Zhou Yi, wearing white clothes and holding a long sword, slowly stepped into the tent. As soon as he entered the door, he felt as if he was in another world. This scene was running across the entire grassland, with killing on the battlefield, practicing in the sword world, and then returning to Qi Yan's tent again, it was really touching.
"I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Let's join in..." Zhou Yi was about to salute Temujin as soon as he entered the room, but suddenly he saw a familiar face. He stood there at a loss as to what to do.
Young Master Xiaoyan burst out laughing. He slowly stood up from the table and said with a smile, "Why? How long has it been since we last met in Luoyang? Don't you recognize me, your old friend?"
"... ....Why are you here?" Zhou Yi asked puzzledly.
Young Master Xiaoyan waved his folding fan and said with a smile: "Why can't I be here? If you come to think of it, I'm even more surprised that you can come to Qi Yan for help!"
"What do you mean?" Zhou Yi frowned, as if he didn't understand what Master Xiaoyan said.
"Haha!" Temujin came over from behind and patted Gongzi Xiaoyan and Zhou Yi on the shoulders with both hands, saying, "You two are great heroes of my Qiyan tribe. I have prepared a banquet to entertain you tonight. Welcome back my two good friends, Tolui and Ogedei!"
"Tolui? Ogedei?"
Young Master Xiaoyan said, "You don't know yet, but the tribe is ready to give you the vacant Thirteenth Wing title Ogedei tonight! Congratulations, you are the first foreigner to hold the Thirteenth Wing since ancient times. This is the supreme honor, our brand new Thirteenth Wing brother!"
Zhou Yi's face quickly darkened: "Then what is your title of Tolui? Or are you actually a Mongolian?"
"That's right!" Temujin stepped forward and said, "Young Master Xiaoyan is my brother, and has always been a member of my Qiyan tribe. Naturally, he has been given the title of Tolui for a long time!"
Boom! A bolt from the blue!
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Zhou Yi walked out of the king's tent in a daze. Countless fragmented scenes in his mind began to quickly come together, and an unacceptable fact began to quickly emerge in Zhou Yi's mind.
Suddenly, Zhou Yi, who was walking aimlessly in the camp, saw large groups of soldiers marching forward excitedly, with smiles on their faces that could not be expressed in words.
Zhou Yi quickly reached out to stop one of the soldiers and asked, "What happened ahead? Why is it so lively?"
"Sir." The Mongolian soldier looked very excited: "You will know in a moment."
Zhou Yi also slowly followed the crowd to the front, and saw densely packed Mongolian soldiers surrounding an enormous steel cage, pointing and talking, extremely excited.
When the Mongolian soldiers saw Zhou Yi coming, they involuntarily made way for him. When Zhou Yi walked closer, he was shocked to see the person in the cage clearly.
Fengyan City? !
This extraordinary hero who once roamed the frontiers and prospered those who obeyed him and perished those who defied him was now covered in blood and tattered clothes, leaning on one leg of the cage, allowing the Mongolian soldiers to point fingers at him, insult him and spit on him.
Feng Yancheng saw Zhou Yi and nodded slightly. His swollen eyes opened and closed continuously, as if he was signaling.
"How did... you end up like this?"
“Haha!” Feng Yancheng raised his head through the cage and gazed at the sky, a hoarse voice came out of his throat: “The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, it has been like this since ancient times. The Demon Sect and Mongolia have joined forces, I am convinced of my defeat!”
"Demon Sect?" Zhou Yi's expression suddenly changed: "What do you mean?"
"Ha? Don't you know yet?" Feng Yancheng suddenly laughed: "Young Master Xiaoyan has already practiced all the other magic books except the Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Method. My martial arts are completely destroyed by the joint efforts of him and the young magician Xiao Canglan!"
"Magic Master Palace Xiao Canglan?" Zhou Yi pressed the cage with one hand, veins popping out on his arm: "Has Young Master Xiaoyan unified the entire Demon Sect?"
"How difficult is this? He is Shi Zhixuan's disciple, and has mastered the unique skills of Huajian School and Butian Pavilion. Now he has ten volumes of "Heavenly Demon Strategy" in his hands. With his talent and martial arts, how difficult is it for him to be called a Heavenly Demon?" Feng Yancheng jumped up from the ground excitedly, holding the iron bars of the cage tightly with both hands, and roared almost crazily: "The combination of Mongolia and the Demon Sect, from now on, no one outside the Great Wall can match these two brothers!
"You can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. You said you would fight against the Turks for the Central Plains. Who would have thought that you would build an even more terrifying behemoth with your own hands!" (To be continued)