That night, there was chaos in the Turkic camp on the edge of the Wei River.
The successive fires and explosions in the darkness, the flying blood and stumps, completely destroyed their uncivilized minds.
Under this extreme fear, the Turks, who are barbaric by nature, even began to unconsciously attack all people and livestock who dared to come close to them!
If the injured Jieli Khan hadn't appeared in time and killed a group of Turks who had lost their minds with iron-blooded methods, the camp roar that was about to form would have swept through the entire military camp!
"This is what you call a five-thunder strike!"
After simply bandaging the wound and stopping the riot, Jieli Khan immediately came to the carriage where Fang Xuanling was being held.
Fang Xuanling in the car looked a little embarrassed at this time. He had just been in the car and couldn't escape from the chaos outside, so he could only shrink and hide in the corner.
However, he was really lucky. After one round of blows, except for his dirty clothes and messed up hair, he had no other losses.
When the explosion subsided, the Turks who were slashing with knives forgot that there was another person in the car, so although Fang Xuanling was a little frightened, he was much better than being outside the car.
At least, he could clearly see how the Turks would react when faced with this situation.
"Haha, since the Great Khan already knows it, why bother asking again?"
As the chaos around him gradually subsided, Fang Xuanling looked at Jieli Khan, whose wound was still bleeding in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.
He had just seen clearly that if Jieli had come out a little later, he would have been taken away directly by that firearm! After a camp roar, how many of these 100,000 Turks will be left? !
It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world. Smart people like Li Shimin and Du Ruhui never expected that firearms can have such a great impact on people's hearts.
It could even cause disasters like camp roars. Otherwise, Fang Xuanling can guarantee that at least half of these fifteen rounds of firearms would fall into the Turk king's tent.
Looking at Fang Xuanling who was pretending to be calm in front of him, Jieli Khan's eyes widened with anger and he pointed at him with trembling fingers: "This is not a natural disaster! This is caused by you Tang people!"
Fang Xuanling suddenly heard Jie Li say this and was shocked!
But after all, he was an old fox who had become a spirit. Although his heart was filled with huge waves, his face still looked calm as before.
"The Great Khan is joking. You have also seen it. This is the power of God! How can it be controlled by us mortals?" Fang Xuanling answered in a deep voice with his eyelids twitching.
"You mean Tianwei!"
As he gritted his teeth and said this, the violent anger in Jieli's body rose to its peak in an instant! A pair of red eyes, as if he was going to eat Fang Xuanling alive in the next second.
It was only then that Jieli Khan showed a trace of his demeanor as a king of the grassland, instead of the fat pig who only indulged in pleasure all day long.
"It's Tianwei!"
The whole body was oppressed by this aura, and Fang Xuanling even felt that it became difficult to breathe. After barely speaking these three words, she could no longer speak.
He never thought that the opponent in front of him who had always been despised by them would be so angry when he got angry!
Sure enough, there is no real fool who can be king on the cruel grassland!
"Great Khan, Great Khan, Archmage..."
Just when Fang Xuanling was trying to resist the invisible oppression brought by Jieli Khan, suddenly, a shaman also wearing a white robe ran from outside and shouted to Jieli in a panic.
Perhaps because this person interrupted his momentum, Jieli Khan's blood-red eyes gradually narrowed, and the violent aura disappeared.
But in the next second, he made an action that no one expected!
"Changlang..."
There was a crisp sound, and before Fang Xuanling even had time to react, Jieli Khan in front of him had already pulled out the knife without any warning, and then swung it down hard!
"My life is at an end..."
Closing her eyes in despair, Fang Xuanling thought she was going to be doomed now! However, after waiting for a while, I could only hear the sound of the steel knife cutting through the flesh and bones, but there was no feeling of being hit, so I quietly opened my eyes again.
In front of him, Jieli Khan still held a knife in one hand.
However, the few guards who were standing there and heard their conversation had all fallen to the ground. There were deep wounds on the necks of these people.
Behind Jie Li, the white-robed shaman who had just arrived had his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to shout but couldn't.
"The Archmage is going to Changsheng Heaven, and he asked you to go with him."
After whispering these words, the next second, Jieli Khan handed the knife in his hand into the belly of the white-robed shaman.
The poor shaman probably won't know until his death how the Khan, who always believed in ghosts and gods and respected him so much, could kill him.
"Go to the tent and tell us what your emperor wants to do."
Putting away the knife in his hand, Jie Li took one last look at Fang Xuanling, turned around and left.
Fang Xuanling in the car was already stunned! Just now, he thought that he was going to lose his life, but he didn't expect that in the end, it would turn out like this.
"A person who can be a king is really not an ordinary person!"
Slowly exhaling a breath, Fang Xuanling opened the chain that was broken by the knife with trembling hands.
Maybe he was frightened by the dead bodies lying on the ground, or maybe he lost his strength after being imprisoned all night.
When Fang Xuanling got out of the carriage, the morning star in the east was rising. Looking at the brighter and brighter star, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Fortunately, our famous ministers and heroes of the Tang Dynasty also have the will of heaven." Only if we help each other, the future is still ours."
The morning glow rises from the horizon.
One night passed, and it seemed that this night was no different from the countless previous days and nights. At most, it was just a few thunder explosions.
However, only those who were there know what happened on this night, and what this night means to the world in the future.
Two days later, August 30
Li Shimin led the Chang'an garrison to the Weishui River and had a conversation with Jieli Khan across the bridge, accusing Jieli of breaking the covenant and trespassing on the border!
On the Turkic side, Jieli Khan and the tribal leaders saw the orderly formation of the army behind Li Shimin and learned that Zhi lost his mind and was captured, so they began to retreat.
At noon that day, the Tang Dynasty and the Turks discussed and decided to rewrite the covenant on the Weishui Bridge. Then the monarchs of the two countries killed the white horse on the spot and swore an oath that the two countries would be friendly and never fight again.
Historically, this alliance was called the Weishui Alliance.
There are only a few strokes, unremarkable, as if Li Shimin's scolding at the Weishui River made the cruel Turkic people realize their conscience, and then they cried bitterly and regretted it.
However, there is no record in the history books: that night, Fang Xuanling was in danger alone, Chai Shao and others also ran wildly all night, and a fat man was almost kicked to death by a dog...
The Turks' 100,000-strong army retreated, leaving the Tang Dynasty with a messy land and an empty treasury.
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