But I'm a male fox

Batley narrowed his eyes slightly, remained silent for a while, shook his head and said, "Those warriors are Khan's followers, and there are still key tasks to be completed, so they cannot be brought back casually."

What mission-critical?Isn't it just to grab the iron pot and tea and salt for the grassland dignitaries?

Ma Changping grimaced, and wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by a noise outside the tent.

A small soldier ran in and reported that a cavalry force of a thousand men had been sent from the opposite side and was about to attack the camp wall.

"Are these people here to die?"

Ma Changping and Batley put aside their dispute, went outside to observe, and saw the thousand cavalry rushing down from the nearby hillside to the ditch outside the camp wall, and then...

It disappeared like a snowflake.

Outside the camp, there was only the sound of foxes brought by the wind.

The tense defensive soldiers rubbed their eyes, suspecting that something was wrong with their heads.

"Is it just an illusion?"

Ma Changping came to his senses, thinking that this should be Zhu Chongxiu's revenge for the night attack just now, so he didn't pay much attention.

In the next few days, he realized how wrong he was.

With the active efforts of Li Cheng and a group of little foxes, from morning to night, within twelve hours, as long as there is no large-scale fighting between the two sides, there will be fake troops running over to Ma Changping's camp. Blow the suona outside and howl twice.

Every time someone wants to fight back, these illusions will disappear in an instant.

Even if Bartley occasionally wanted to use his own way to deal with him, he would run into an ambush jointly by Liu Shishi and Chen Youxi, and had to retreat to the camp.

This is the disadvantage caused by the small number of masters. The containment forces in the capital can help the two sides reach a balance, but there is no guarantee that Ma Changping can maneuver freely—otherwise Li Cheng and others will accidentally seize the opportunity to beat more or less beheaded, then There is no more to play.

For a while, there were foxes screaming everywhere around the big camp here.

Faced with such harassment, Ma Changping had no choice but to endure it.

And any patience has a limit.

On the night of the fifth day, this time two thousand cavalry approached the south side of the camp.

The prairie people stationed here haven't slept well for several days, and they are already exhausted. Seeing the familiar phantom coming to die again, they don't react, and they don't even take off the bow on their backs.

They silently watched the fake soldiers approaching.

Silently watching the dummy soldiers fill up the trenches.

silently watching...

Damn, why did you start tearing down the camp wall!

It wasn't until this moment that these people realized that it was real!

And at this moment, the foxes took the initiative to release the illusion, and there were 3000 more people behind the [-] cavalrymen—it turned out that they did not conjure up dummy this time, on the contrary, they hid the real person.

A total of 5000 rebels broke into Ma Changping's camp in this way.

Caught off guard, the frontier soldiers and prairie soldiers were in a mess.But because the camp of more than 8 people was large enough, the chaos was isolated on the south side and did not spread.

Ma Changping immediately came forward to appease his subordinates to prevent the bombing of the camp, and ordered the generals to deploy troops to fight back.

But Bartley flew into the air, and met Li Cheng who was standing there without accident.

"Li Yaowang, I have admired your name for a long time."

"Why are you a monk again? You are also from Faxing Temple?"

"...under Bartley, yes..."

"Ah, I remembered. Someone mentioned it to me, the one who dances the Great God, right? No wonder she's dressed so fancy, she looks like a woman."

"You monster! I..."

After less than ten seconds of communication, Bartley was half-deadly pissed off by Richard's contempt.

However, Li Cheng didn't do anything, so he didn't do anything either.

It's because Li Cheng's reputation is too great now, with countless defeated generals and great backgrounds, Bartley has no confidence in one-on-one at all, so he can only secretly order the disciples and grandchildren who stay in the camp to lay down formations in case he fights But it's time to give a response.

The two sides froze like this until the rebel cavalry on the ground chose to retreat before they felt tired. Before that, they had already defeated Ma Changping, let alone nearly ten thousand people, and the burned food and supplies were even more difficult to calculate.

Batley in the sky frowned, seeing that Li Cheng hadn't shown any signs of retreating at this time, he couldn't help asking coldly: "Is it possible that Li Yaowang is planning to come to our camp as a guest?"

He couldn't hold back any longer, took out the leather drum with his right hand, and knocked on Li Cheng, and then a blue light blasted over.

Unexpectedly, when Li Cheng saw this, he just smiled coldly, and without hesitation...was beaten to pieces.

"It's also fake?"

The corner of Bartley's mouth grinned: "Is this necessary?! Are you not afraid that I will directly take action and leave the 5000 people below on the spot?"

He couldn't figure it out, and when he landed on the ground, he met Ma Changping who was in a state of desperation.

Seeing that the latter also had a gloomy face, he hurriedly suppressed his troubles, and comforted him: "Although we lost a lot of people tonight, we..."

"Grandmaster!"

Ma Changping interrupted Batley, dragged him to his tent, handed him a letter just delivered by a courier, and explained:

"This is the real trouble! Alas, soldiers have deceitful tricks. Whether it's the night attack surnamed Zhu or the illusion, they all confuse us. We were fooled!"

When Batley saw it, he immediately realized why he met a fake Li Cheng tonight.

"Is Beijin Pass lost?"

At the same time, Zhu Chongxiu and Chen Youxi were waiting in the tent.

Soon, the mirror in Chen Youxi's hand shook, and Li Cheng's face appeared in it.

"Brother Cheng~"

"Brother Li!"

Li Cheng came out with a smile, clapped his hands and said, "Fortunately, they didn't expect my real body to go around, and I easily took down the pass!"

"Great!"

Seeing that Li Cheng was not injured, Zhu Chongxiu looked at the map in the tent, pointed to a pass near the Guanzhong area in the northwest section of the capital, and said:

"When the Beijin Pass is closed, the way for Ma Changping's troops to return to the grassland will be cut off. Don't tell me if Ma Changping is in a hurry, those people in the grassland must be in a hurry!"

Li Cheng nodded, this was exactly his purpose of hiding Chen Cang in the dark.

He asked Chen Youxi again: "Is there any movement in the capital?"

Chen Youxi narrowed her eyes and said, "Sister Liu, Sister Cao, and Sister Dugu are all guarding over there, and nothing unusual has been found... But to be honest, the quietness of the capital is a bit weird."

Li Cheng echoed: "Indeed, no matter what, we are playing so lively, the upper third rank should also come out to investigate."

Strange as it may be, the rebel army has no time to care about this matter for the time being.

The chance of victory has appeared, and they must concentrate their efforts to drive away the 8 to [-] people in front of them!

On the opposite side, in Ma Changping's camp, the conflict that had been brewing for a long time ushered in a total outbreak.

Ma Changping's team has been stitched together from the very beginning. The frontier army left by the former general and the grassland tribes don't say they love each other, at least they have grudges.

These two groups of people cooperated purely under the auspices of the top leaders of both parties.

It was okay when the wind was upwind, but now when the wind is against the wind, things have changed.

Although Ma Changping deliberately concealed it, by the next morning, many rout soldiers and falcons from the northwest fell, and the news of the fall of Beijin Pass spread.

The first to make a fuss were a few tribal leaders who made a lot of money from plundering. After they had a quarrel with the frontier general, they came to visit Batley together.

Of course, they didn't dare to directly say that they would return to the grassland, they just said that the location of Beijinguan was very important, and there was no room for loss.

As for the lack of front-line troops during the retake period, or whether they will come to support after the retake, they did not say clearly.

For this request, Bartley refused without hesitation.

But he can stop the actions of the people below, but he cannot stop the thoughts of the people below.

Especially when Zhu Chongxiu's army was exhausted and pressed to the front of the battalion...

This afternoon.

Nearly 20 troops from the two armies confronted each other along the river.

This time, Zhu Chongxiu didn't play any tricks, and moved the army away in a dignified manner.

In the sky, Li Cheng's body finally found Bartley again.

He smiled and said, "Speaking of which, this should be the first time we've met."

Batley was not angry, but just looked at the situation on the battlefield below from the corner of his eye.

As expected, after the two sides fought, Ma Changping immediately fell into a disadvantage.

First, the rebel cavalry led by Xiao Waner charged forward, but the prairie cavalry who retreated and only wanted to preserve their strength did not resist with all their strength. Instead, they ran around and disrupted the formation of the friendly army.

Then Zhu Chongxiu's infantry advanced slowly, and with high morale and spirit, beat the frontier soldiers who hadn't slept well for a few days and whose eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

Seeing that the situation was dire, many tribal leaders suddenly had a bad idea, shouted to conquer Beijinguan, and slipped away with their families.

So far, Zhu Chongxiu has made great strides, and Ma Changping is powerless.

"Ugh."

Bartley let out a long sigh, and cupped his hands to Li Cheng: "Li Yaowang, we are the ones who lost today...

I wonder if you can persuade General Zhu to let us live and not to pursue.I would like to swear to the sky that I will no longer be your enemy. Even if it is to attack the capital, I will also help me with a little effort. "

Li Cheng smiled slightly, and said firmly: "Impossible."

"Li Yaowang, there is a saying in the art of war, don't chase after the poor. Even if we lose, we can still tear a piece of flesh from you! You haven't completely defeated Qian Ting yet, so what's the use of being hurt by both of us?"

"What's the benefit? The benefit is great!"

Li Chengyi pointed to the back of Ma Changping's camp, where there were a large amount of property piled up, as well as men and women strung together with hemp rope.

He immediately said with a cold face: "You have only been in the south for a month, how many people and goods have been robbed, and how many people's homes have been ruined? Let you go? Not only will the surrounding areas of the capital be empty, but you will have a small mouth after tasting the sweetness. It will continue to invade the south!"

According to the results of Li Cheng's discussion with Zhu Chongxiu last night, let alone let these people go, even Batley would be killed here!

If it succeeds, at the beginning of the establishment of the good sister's dynasty, at least seven or eight years of border troubles will be avoided!

Hearing this, Batley knew that there was no room for compromise between the two sides, so he took out his own drum and beat it three times, and immediately a white wolf, an eagle, and a stag appeared beside him, all of which were very different. More than one meter long, he stepped on the clouds and glared at Li Cheng.

"It's long overdue!"

Li Cheng laughed, Lve Shadow Sword and Liuying Flying Sword came out together to meet the phantom created by Bartley one by one!

Above the battlefield, there were roars of beasts and winds of swords.

Not long after getting started, Li Cheng realized that the strength of this prairie monk should be similar to that of Zhendu, and it was indeed difficult to win in a hurry.

But the quietness in the capital these days made him a little bolder...

So he quietly took out the small mirror from his arms...

In the middle of the fight, Li Cheng suddenly retreated and threw the mirror into the air.

When Batley was wondering, he caught a glimpse of a cold face in the mirror from the corner of his eye, and said in surprise, "Liu Shishi!"

It was the Xuanjian witch who was guarding Zhu Chongxiu, and sent her flying sword over through the mirror.

As soon as the sword came out, it burst out with an unstoppable momentum, turning into a black meteor, and shooting straight at Bartley's chest.

In a panic, the latter pulled all those wolves, deer, and eagles in front of him to block the knife. After dying, he managed to avoid being injured...

"The name of Sword Demon is well-deserved!"

As soon as he finished sighing, he suddenly felt a chill go down his back. When he reached out with his spiritual sense, he found that Li Cheng had drawn his sword against his back.

To be honest, this situation was within his expectation, but he really couldn't prevent it...

"Master, try my sword again!"

Colorful streamers flashed, Bartley ran out of tricks, and without any suspense, he fell on the spot.

Down below, the rebels had also broken through Ma Changping's camp, and started their favorite activity of chasing down bandits.

On the eve of this victory, Li Cheng took out the mirror again and asked the other side: "Is there any movement near the capital?"

"No......"

"This is too strange! Bartley is dead, so why don't they come out and stop him?"

"Husband, you can tell at a glance..."