The sky was still gloomy after the rain, and dots of lights were floating in the sky above Beirong's tent, which was at least thirty feet high, far beyond the range of the soldiers' bows and arrows. Beirong was fully dressed and on guard, waiting for something to happen.
Spots of light in the sky suddenly burst into flames, and then huge fireballs fell from the sky.
Bang bang bang, it was like rain, but this time it was a rare sky fire.
One by one, the fire balls hit the tent and fell on the haystacks, exploding into pieces of fierce burning flames, which were more powerful than the fire bottles they bought at a high price. Countless scattered flames and smoke shot up when they exploded. Nasty and unpleasant smell.
In just half a word, the huge camp was burned into a sea of flames from south to north.
The wind fanned the fire, and thick smoke swept through it.
Beirong was stunned by the sudden disaster. People roared and horses neighed, and they were in chaos. They rushed to the clearing in their minds to break out, trying to escape from the sea of fire, burning and choking.
Countless soldiers with fire oil splattered on their bodies were screaming helplessly or rolling on the ground.
However, the army was in chaos, and once they fell, they had no chance to get up. Countless soldiers were knocked down and trampled by the frightened horses.
The fireballs in the sky are still falling and exploding one after another. No one can guarantee that they will not be hit by the next fire bottle falling from the sky. Even the noble leader and the body refiner with sensitive perception are all on tenterhooks.
There is nothing more terrifying than this.
The earth-shattering sound of war drums sounded from the top of Sihuang City.
The city gates were wide open, and the 10,000 cavalrymen who had spent a huge amount of money to support and train for nearly two months poured out from the north gate. Their iron hoofs stamped on the ground and rumbled straight into the chaotic Beirong camp.
Three red warning fireworks exploded over the city, lighting up the sky and the earth in red.
Then, fireworks of various colors exploded in the three directions of east, west and south, echoing each other. In the dark night, an unknown number of cavalry ambushed and charged out from several places on the periphery, killing the Beirong people who were trying to assemble for a life-or-death showdown with the cavalry rushing out of Sihuang City. Centaur.
Thousands of people were shouting wildly at the top of Sihuang City, and torches were brightly lit.
The shouts of killing swept across the north and south, the war drums on the city walls continued, and the dots of firelights in the sky were still falling unevenly.
Chang Siguo looked at the huge scene and glanced at the man in white, who was holding on to the city wall and standing with his back to the wind. He didn't know how much hard work was put into it to achieve this glorious and intense moment.
Liu Baiyi is absolutely worthy of his reputation
Above the clouds, Shi Yurao was playing with a lit sky lantern in his hand. When one of the candles burned down to only about an inch and a half long, it suddenly spurted out fireworks and instantly ignited the cloth hanging below that was stained with fierce fire oil. Fire roared to the ground.
Shi Yurao was stunned for a moment, watching the fire burning the lantern made of paper.
He smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke and suddenly realized that the lower end of the candle was hollowed out and filled with fireworks powder.
What a clever idea
What a clever calculation
The defeat of more than 100,000 Beirong troops was unjust.
Such a talent happens to have just entered the qi training sect. If he does not accept it under the Qingyang sect, it will be a waste of natural resources.
Shi Yurao decided not to wait for his junior uncle to return from his travels. He took out a communication talisman and silently chanted to the flickering talisman for a moment. He waved his hand and a light flashed in the air, flying towards the northwest.
He is currently waiting for sin, otherwise, he can come forward to recruit disciples himself.
There is a Zhiming Hall within the sect that specifically assesses and accepts disciples, so he doesn't have to worry about summoning him.
Under the night sky, there is a mountain god lying in the clouds with great interest. Below, in the mortal world, there are fire, sea, swords and wine, and the white clouds are long and slowly drifting away.
A chase in the middle of the night, hundreds of miles of corpses were lying around the four deserted cities, and the wasteland was stained with blood.
Of the 120,000 Beirong soldiers, less than 20,000 were able to escape back to the north alive. A vigorous march south to knock the pass ended in a disastrous defeat in just one night, and the Beirong vitality was seriously damaged.
At the same time, the 30,000 cavalrymen who besieged Donggu City got the message and abandoned their baggage and fled overnight, allowing Donggu City to gain a ready advantage.
At dawn, the Liu family showed up and exchanged benefits for Sihuang City. In exchange, the cavalry from Xiongbeicheng, Bei'an City, and Pancheng City rushed back to the city.
In this pursuit, the gains of each department were beyond imagination, and the losses were small. The generals all thought of the Liu family.
Chang Si spent a sleepless night and had no chance to kill the enemy. Fortunately, he still had two old swords harvested from Bailangpo at home. They did not take them to the service building to exchange for jade coins, so they could be given to Coach Fan for assignment.
Chang Siguo left the city and went home directly without participating in the subsequent reception and banquet.
The soldiers in the city were very happy. They didn't have to defend the city wall for their lives. They all thought of Mr. Liu's kindness.
Everyone talked about Mr. Liu's story of bringing down fire from the sky and defeating the Beirong army. The story spread so widely that it was so popular that it overshadowed all the generals for a while.
Chang Siguo could smile lightly at first, but after listening all the way, his face couldn't help but show a thoughtful look. When he walked to the door of the courtyard, he sighed slightly.
People's hearts are full of ghosts, why should they be like this?
I hope he's overthinking it.
After knocking on the closed courtyard door, the little girl pouted and had a little temper. Then she quickly lit a fire to prepare bath water for Brother Hei. After finishing it, she ran to the east wing kitchen to heat up the food.
If Brother Hei can come back safely, she will feel at ease and happy.
On the third day when the dust had settled, it was raining continuously. Liu Zhirou was dressed in a spotless white light robe and a bamboo hat, sitting astride a white horse. Two guards in black followed on horseback, followed by five hundred capable cavalry escorts, from the south of Sihuang City. The door clicked out.
The soldiers and generals at the head of the city bowed down and said, "Farewell to Mr. Liu."
Liu Zhirou turned the horse's head, rushed towards the city and raised his hands in several directions, then kicked the horse in the belly and ran southward in a dashing way.
Chang Siguo stood in the drizzle until no one could be seen in the distance, and his robes were completely wet, then he turned around and walked down the city.
It doesn't matter if you leave, Lady Liu is such a scourge that she can cause trouble.
With Liu Zhirou leaving, the yard felt a lot cooler.
Chang Siguo walked alone to the training room and residence of Yanwu Hall every day, leaving early and returning late. He only listened to Lao Yi talking about the changes in and outside the city during dinner.
General Mo Ce, the leader of Sihuang City, was promoted to the leader of Beifeng City due to his military merits. General Fang Jin was promoted to the leader of Sihuang City. A master of the Crystal Bone Realm was transferred from the Beifeng branch of the Enshrinement Hall to serve as the deputy general of Sihuang City. All the other cities have Personnel changes.
The Beirong people finally ceded Bailangpo and Paomaling to beg for peace. This was Liu Baiyi's backhand plan.
From now on, the Sihuang City no longer faced the swords of the Beirong people, and everyone was very happy.
Three months later, when Chang Siguo returned home late, he was assassinated.
Three assassins who sneaked into the city and pretended to be soldiers suddenly started to attack, but Chang Siguo killed one of them with a knife first. He hit the sword with a backhand punch. His fist wearing an exotic animal skin glove was fine, and the sneak attack assassin With smoke all over his body, he languished on the ground and was killed by Master Chang with a backhand knife.
The last remaining one saw that the situation was bad and wanted to escape, but how could he escape the pursuit of cultivators from all over the city?
He was captured alive and interrogated. He was a Beirong assassin. Behind him was an old guy from the Crystal Bone Realm who had been poisoned by an arrow.
Chang Siguo laughed it off and rejected the general's suggestion to equip him with guards. After more than four months of beating and tempering in the medicinal bath, the medicine prepared by Teacher Fan gradually lost its effect on him.
He soaked in medicine and tempered it for a day and came back with no loss of combat power and greatly increased his cultivation strength. Naturally, he no longer worried about assassinations from body refiners of the same realm as he did at the beginning.
Liu Zhirou collected and sent information about the secret realm of the Beast Prison. He also received it and took the time to read it every night.
Three months later, in the crisp autumn season, Chang thought that he no longer had to go to the Yanwu Hall to be soaked in medicine and beaten to temper. In the words of Teacher Fan, the tempering had reached the point where the copper skin had just begun to form, and the bones of the whole body were tight and difficult to be hurt by ordinary swords. What follows is the hard work after advancing to the third calamity.
He has laid a solid foundation for consolidating his realm.
I often think that after practicing, I have a lot of extra time to drink and get together with friends.
I went to visit Old Man Mo at the Pothief Barracks, and drank tea at the Military Justice Department where An Xuelun was working. Occasionally, I brought wine to the newly built graveyard outside the city, and sat silently on the ground drinking and blowing for half an hour.
Or go to the Martial Arts Hall to ask Coach Fu for advice on techniques such as luck driving, daily warming of muscles and bones, and using Qi to attach strength. In his words, it is to review the past and learn the new, but in fact it is to supplement the foundation.
One month before Yuan Chen Festival, Chang Siguo sent away the reluctant little girl and settled in a house bought from a distant relative of the Liu family in Beifeng Fucheng.
Some arrangements were reached long before Liu Zhirou left Sihuang City.
With the help of the Liu family, who has great supernatural powers and extensive connections, the little girl will have no worries for the rest of her life.
Chang Siguo's cultivation finally broke through the bottleneck and reached the peak of solid foundation.
Everything is ready, all we need is to go west.
A journey to the battlefield is completed.
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