Wei Yunqi withdrew his troops. When 20,000 Turkic cavalry came, they were like wind and lightning, but when they left, they were delayed. The inferiority of the barbarians was undoubtedly revealed.

Seeing that the Turkic soldiers directly plundered the Khitan women and attacked them, some people couldn't help but start a hand-to-hand fight on the horse.

The crying of women, the wailing of cows and sheep, the screams of men, the white skin and the bright red blood mixed together to form a sad melody.

Looking at the countless crying Khitan women, Zhang Bairen seemed to see the Five Barbarians invasion of China back then. The Khitan women now turned into the Han women of yesterday, and were wailing helplessly in the face of the cruel foreigners invasion and ravage.

The weak have no choice but to cry.

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

"Everyone deserves to die! All foreign races deserve to die!" Zhang Bairen's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the divine light flowed in his hand: "When I succeed in my magical powers, I have to kill all foreign races."

I don’t know how many Khitan men were killed, and then the Turks drove cattle and sheep and left in a mountain song.

Wei Yun's face turned purple with anger. He was not cruel enough to these barbarians. He actually gave himself eye drops at the last moment.

However, after achieving his goal, he didn't care about so much, so he turned around and hurriedly left.

The Turks retreated, leaving behind a messy ground and corpses everywhere.

The god also returned to the divine realm to recover from his wounds. Zhang Bairen slowly walked down the mountain, looked at the blood mud under his feet, sighed gently, and four long swords in the sword bag shot into the ground, then turned around and left.

A vortex 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, and the bone marrow essence disappeared, and only pale corpses fell to the ground.

Khitan reinforcements arrived, looking at the battlefield, digging a hole to bury their comrades.

"Turkish!" a general shouted.

Zhang Bairen stood in the distant mountains and looked at the sadness in the battlefield without saying a word.

After cleaning for seven or eight days, all the bodies were barely packed up. The Khitans turned around and left, secretly knocked their teeth and swallowed them into their stomachs, brewing the next revenge.

Zhang Bairen came to the battlefield again, withdrew four long swords, sighed gently and turned away.

One general succeeds and thousands of bones are destroyed, and there is only strength and weakness among races, no sympathy.

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

Zhang Bairen took over the sword, sneaked in a low-key manner, and returned to the pass.

Zhang Bairen is back, Wei Yunqi has not yet come back, and it seems that the Khitan matter has not yet ended.

Back at the manor, Zhang Bairen took Yang Lihua to his hometown to see his mother, stayed in a small village to practice in seclusion, and comprehended the sword art.

"Little Sir" Ma Youcai stood outside the door and shouted.

Zhang Lihua wore a veil and looked at Ma Youcai on the window: "You guy is always back, but things are going well? Did your mother pick it up?"

"Reporting to the girl, I have received the words in the city," Ma Youcai said respectfully.

"Come in," Zhang Lihua said.

Ma Youcai pushed open the door and walked into the backyard. He saw Zhang Bairen sitting cross-legged with a sword bag on his back, holding a sword in his arms without saying a word.

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

"Swish"

Ma Youcai seemed to hear a sword ringing in his mind, and his thoughts were frozen in an instant. Time seemed to stop flowing at this time, and his mind was blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I don’t know how long it took to recover from my mind. At this time, Zhang Bairen was holding the hand towel handed over by Zhang Lihua and slowly rubbing his cheeks.

"I'll give you ten thousand taels of silver, you can form a caravan and go to the Western Regions to exchange for some supplies." Zhang Bairen put down his scarf and spoke.

"This... is too much." Ma Youcai was stunned.

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

If he is proficient in history, the 21st generation professor who is geography will find here that what Zhang Bairen painted was actually the Silk Road.

During the Sui Dynasty, Yang Guang reopened the Silk Road. How could Zhang Bairen miss such an opportunity and make a fortune?

"The money is ready, you can recruit people to form a caravan yourself." Zhang Bairen said slowly.

As he was talking, a bolt from the blue suddenly echoed through a radius of hundreds of miles, and a distance of hundreds of miles, it seemed that the shouts of killing from outside the frontier could be heard.

Zhang Bairen was stunned and the Khitans began to retaliate.

The Khitans suffered such a great loss in the hands of the Turks, of course it was impossible for them to have no reaction at all, especially looking at the corpses all over the ground and being plundered, which made the Khitans even more virgin.

"kill"

The Khitan cavalry rolled in, turned into a black river, catching up with the Turkish team.

The Turks with cattle and sheep were unable to walk fast at all.

Both sides are mobs, and they don’t know what military formation is?

"call"

The rolling wind blew up, blowing the desolate grassland. Countless Turkic people and horses were instantly swept by whirlwinds, entering the clouds, fulfilling the greatest dream of mankind, flying!

However, if there is a choice, the Turks in these clouds would rather never fly.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

Like dumplings, countless Turkic people fell into meat paste, and the people and horses mixed together, and they could not tell each other.

In the back of the Khitan, there were lanterns hanging on one altar and inexplicable flags stood in all directions.

A Khitan priest chanted a mantra, but saw the flag twisting constantly, and the wind was rising without wind. Then the rolling north wind rolled down from the north at the alternation of summer and autumn, constantly twisting and roaring, as if with an unwilling roar, rolling countless sand and gravels and rolling towards the Turkic cavalry.

Seeing the whirlwind rolling in the sky, Wei Yunqi knew that it was in trouble.

If the 20,000 Turkic cavalry commanded like arms, although the power of heaven and earth was vast, he might not be able to reverse it with his secret military skills. But at this time, the Turkic soldiers thought they were victorious and did not obey the orders. Even if Wei Yunqi had a secret heart, what could he do? What could he do?

Looking at the strong wind, Wei Yunqi fought desperately and kept running away.

"This wind comes from Kan water and Li fire, and it is so strong that it will be strong and powerful. If it is swept, it will undoubtedly die." Wei Yunqi fled desperately.

The Turkic soldiers behind him seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and rushed to the distance with a whip.

But the tornado is rolling, connecting the sky and the earth. How can the horses run faster than the power of the heaven and earth?

"Bold, you monk is too much!" A figure hovered in the air in the direction of the Turkic clan. It was thought that it was a top-notch figure of Yang Shen, who gathered and dispersed invisibly in the void. He actually rolled up the rolling yellow sand in the void as he thought about it, mixing it with the vortex in the void.

Turkic

Qimin Khan looked at the whirlwind and cursed fiercely: "The shitty secret military tactics are not a defeat."

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

"Send someone to help immediately. Wei Yunqi cannot die, and my 20,000 Iron Cavalry of the Turks cannot die," said Qimin Khan helplessly.

A storm suddenly hit in the sky, and it was absorbed by the tornado. The tornado turned into waves, wrapped in mud, and the soil on the ground was instantly pumped away.

"The Khitan's immortal power has become stronger again, it's such a bastard! What a pervert! Someone comes to help me." The black shadow in the air kept roaring.

"Swoosh"

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

The meteorite roared, carrying fire, and seemed to burn everything.

"Swoosh"

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

"Bang"

The smoke and dust rolled, and the altar turned into ruins.

A confrontation came to an abrupt end.

It took nearly a month to see Wei Yunqi come back. At this time, Wei Yunqi's face was full of redness, which was different from being depressed when he left.

"Sir, General Invitation" Some soldiers came to the small village.

Zhang Bairen took the invitation expressionlessly, and after a while, he said, "Celebrating Wei Yun's achievements? This kid is so 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 on the door gently: "Mom."

"Come in," said Zhang's mother.

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

Zhang’s mother embroidered a handkerchief, and Zhang Lihua embroidered a sachet.
Chapter completed!