I have an altar of luck

He destroyed the Qishan tribe not only for personal grievances, but also partly for fame. As far as he knows, in the two states of Youliang, no matter what evil things you have done.

As long as you kill the barbarian, your crime will be infinitely reduced.

He has accumulated a lot of fame in the south, and the capital has accumulated a lot of fame. What he has to do now is to accumulate fame in the northern border, otherwise this trip to Liangzhou will not be considered complete.

Under the flames soaring into the sky, Chen Yuan's receding figure was reflected. In the world, there was only one person!

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Just as Chen Yuan expected, the news that the Qishan tribe was burned spread to the nearby tribes in a short time, and they quickly reported to the royal court.

All of a sudden, the surrounding tribes panicked.

Even the Qishan royal family was wiped out, wouldn't these small tribes be more vulnerable?

Chen Yuan's actions made people in the grassland panic.

Afterwards, the High Priest of Wang Ting, who was in power, directly ordered the entire territory to hunt down the murderer who destroyed the Qishan Tribe, and all tribes had to report anyone who passed by.

At the same time, teams of elite cavalry were dispersed to search for Chen Yuan's whereabouts.

If the Great Khan entrusts him with important tasks, then he will definitely guard the royal court for the Great Khan!

It's a pity that someone from Chen Yuan left the vicinity of the Qishan tribe after he wiped out the Qishan royal family.

Return to Liangzhou!

The news of Wang Ting's large-scale march to the Central Plains must reach Wei Jinfeng's ears as soon as possible. He only hopes that there is still time. After all, the march of a 70-strong army is not a trivial matter.

It requires a lot of logistics.

A warrior with a strong cultivation base can fasten the grain, and even not eat the fireworks of the world, but ordinary cavalrymen don't have such abilities. They set off thousands of miles away, and they will definitely bring a lot of luggage.

And these will undoubtedly drag down their progress.

There are some reasons why Chen Yuan didn't stay on the grassland for too long.

Furthermore, Chen Yuan is the highest official of the Tian Xun Division in Liangzhou, a fourth-rank official, Wu Weibo, in terms of status, he is no less than the general of Huayang in the Northern Liang Army.

Once the northern barbarians marched, he was bound to be recruited.

Absence without reason is a serious crime!

It will also damage his reputation.

Another point, that is selfishness.

Chen Yuan wanted to take advantage of this battle to elevate his level to another level and earn some military merits for himself. Such a rare event in a century is not to be missed.

His own strength is indeed mediocre, and he can only deal with real people who have just entered Huayang.

But he has cards!

As soon as True Monarch Asura goes online, the immortals of the Six Realms will not come out, who can stop him?

Although Mo Luo's identity cannot be revealed, it may not be impossible to think of other ways to cover it up at that time. If it can be done, then Chen Yuan's reputation will be great.

When the Sima family was heartbroken, someone Chen raised his arms and raised the banner of doing justice for the heavens, then... it would be the real highlight moment!

Of course, these are just some ideas.

Chen Yuan himself also bears a part of the responsibility. It cannot be said that he has nothing to do with the northern army's eastern expedition this time. If the people in the Central Plains suffer heavy losses, then the causal relationship will be greater.

These are also what Mo Luo told Chen Yuan.

The further you go in martial arts, the more you will break away from the ordinary realm. 'Tao' is a realm that must be stepped into, otherwise how can it be called 'Dao Feisheng'?

The way of cause and effect is also one of the ways.

Some don't understand why, but Chen Yuan vaguely understands.

In order to prevent him from encountering the Beiman army, Chen Yuan chose another path. Even so, he was still cautious and kept an eye on the surrounding situation while flying at extreme speed.

Finally, after several days, Chen Yuan crossed the Mobei grassland and traveled thousands of miles. He could see the border of Liangzhou in about half a day.

But at this moment, Chen Yuan found a northern barbarian cavalry.

Coincidentally, he found the Qishan tribe's flag inside the cavalry.

It also means that this cavalry is the army of King Qishan.

I have to say, this is really a coincidence.

This Qishan cavalry consisted of about 3000 troops, like an advance troop. Chen Yuan thought about the situation for a while, but finally did not act. With his strength, he could deal with the 3000 light cavalry.

But it will inevitably delay some time, and at the same time, the barbarians will find out. In order to prevent unnecessary situations, Chen Yuan decided to inform Wei Jinfeng of this matter in advance.

Anyway, there is still nearly a thousand miles away, and based on his estimated speed of the northern barbarian cavalry, it will take at least a day or two.

It was almost enough for Wei Jinfeng to make preparations.

Fortunately, Beiman's speed is not fast. Even if he was delayed for a few days, he still caught up with them. Immediately, he took a deep look at the galloping Beiman cavalry, and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Liangzhou City.

The speed also increased suddenly.

About half an hour after Chen Yuan left, the 3000 barbarian cavalry gradually slowed down, and the leader looked a little ugly. The lieutenant looked at the vanguard curiously, and asked in a low voice:

"General, what happened?"

Qi Shan Molan frowned:

"Come to guard, did you just feel that someone was watching us?"

Lai Huer looked around for a while, then slowly shook her head:

"The subordinates didn't notice."

"That may be because the general thought too much, and I don't know why, since a few days ago, the general has been a little restless, as if something serious happened,

But for a while, I couldn't figure it out. "

Qi Shan Molan said in a deep voice.

"Maybe it's approaching the Central Plains, and the general can't bear the bloodthirsty desire in his heart." Lai Huer said complimentingly.

Qishan Molan is a nobleman of the Qishan King's Department, and is the most outstanding son of Qishan King, so he got a pioneer position. As the deputy general of the Qishan tribe, he naturally has to build a good relationship.

If he can establish a good relationship with Qi Shan Molan during this period of time, then after returning, he will be able to become a capable general by his side.

The entire family name will be proud of him.

Qi Shan Molan laughed, cleared up the messy thoughts in his heart, and said:

"You're right, General Ben just couldn't bear to kill those two-legged sheep."

While the two were talking, a cavalry in the distance came from far to near, and shouted loudly:

"General, general, the Beiliang army is found ahead!"

Qishan Molan's face quickly became serious. Although she seemed to be contemptuous of calling the two-legged sheep, it was not the case in fact. The Northern Liang Army in the Central Plains blocked the grassland for 200 years.

The reputation is very great, except for the heavy cavalry of the Wangting headquarters, the rest of the royal family will change their faces when they hear the name of the Beiliang Army.

"how many people?"

"Less than three hundred!"

"Three hundred..." Qi Shan Molan breathed a sigh of relief, drew out the scimitar from his waist, and said sharply:

"Go out and kill them!"

In addition to surveying the enemy situation, a grassland pioneer like him also has an order passed down from the mouth of the sweat, that is to kill all the people he encounters.

Don't let the Beiliang army notice the movements of Wang Ting's army.

The secret of heaven has been concealed, and all they have to do is to kill all living creatures.

Even during the march, the small barbarian tribes that came across by chance were all slaughtered to prevent them from passing news to the Beiliang army.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The three thousand Qi Shan elite cavalry immediately let out bloodthirsty roars, their eyes filled with madness, and followed Qi Shan Molan to twitch the strange beast under him.

The three thousand iron cavalry rumbled towards the Northern Liang cavalry like an earthquake.

After about a moment.

The northern barbarian cavalry finally caught up with the northern Liang cavalry who wanted to escape, and surrounded them.

Centurion Wei Sheng's face was ugly, he looked at the people around him solemnly and said in a low voice:

"Has the news been sent back?"

"All the pigeons have flown."

The man replied.

Centurion Wei Sheng nodded, as long as the news got back, he never thought that he would run into the barbarian cavalry by such a coincidence.

Although I don't know how many people are behind them, but just looking at the vanguard battalion of about 3000 people, I know that there will be more troops behind, and the upper levels must be prepared in advance.

As for them, now that they are surrounded, there is no way to escape, the only option is to fight to the death.

Immediately looking at the brothers around him, he said in a deep voice:

"Brothers, I can't go this time, there is no way out."

"Brother, don't talk about it. It's just a big scar on my head. After 18 years, I'm still a good man. It's worthwhile to kill a few barbarians before I die."

"That's right, isn't it just a few savages? I have killed eight if not ten of them over the years. I'm afraid of farts!"

"That's right, kill these savages."

One after another voices sounded, and the fighting spirit rose.

"it is good."

Wei Sheng nodded, shook his spear tightly, pointed at the vanguard army in front of him, and shouted:

"Beiliang Army, attack!"

Following Wei Sheng's low growl, the three hundred Northern Liang cavalry all held their spears, and the cold light escaped. The alien war horses under them began to gather momentum, and then, like bows and arrows off the string, they rushed out suddenly.

With the centurion Wei Sheng as the leader, 300 people formed a battle formation in an instant, a sense of iron and blood killing soared into the sky, and a strong evil spirit enveloped everyone.

"General."

Lai Hu'er looked at the Beiliang army rushing forward, with excitement in his eyes, this is all military merit!

Qi Shan Molan slowly raised his hand, and behind him a thousand-man cavalry was immediately ready to go.

"For the glory of the Qishan royal family, kill!"

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Thousands of cavalry rushed out in an instant.

The two unequal elite cavalry collided with each other in an instant, turned their backs on their backs, and fought each other.

After a rush, the remaining cavalry on both sides regrouped.

Due to the large number of Qishan cavalry, only a few dozen people were lost, while the [-]-man cavalry of the Northern Liang Army was reduced to half.

It cannot be said that they are not as good as the Qishan cavalry, but because the gap between them is too great, the barbarian cavalry is more than three times their size, and the condensed battle formation is naturally even more terrifying.

Looking at most of the wounded cavalry around him, Wei Sheng let out a long breath, raised the blood-stained spear again, and roared:

"Beiliang Army, Fengzi Battalion, attack!"

"attack!!!"

More than a hundred people forced themselves to raise their qi, and the qi and blood in their bodies were instantly implicated, and they attacked again.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The commander of the Qishan tribe raised the saber in his hand, pointing at the blade, thousands of people resonated.

There was another violent collision, and the two sides collided like two meteorites.

The Qishan cavalry lost more than [-] people.

As for the Fengzi Camp of the Beiliang Army, there were only three people left.

"Brother, let's go on the road together."

A broken-arm cavalry chuckled, not caring about the injuries on his body.