Looking at Zhou Bian who turned into a savage, Yelu Hailan burst out laughing.
"What's going on with you?"
"I'm a little anxious to hurry on the road," Zhou Bian said embarrassedly.
"You are here at the right time. Now the front line is in great shape. If you go down, you should take a break first, wash your face and change your clothes. When you come out, we should head to Fengzhou City."
"Is it so fast?" Zhou Bian was a little surprised.
"The huge difference in number cannot be made up for by the Tang army." Yelu Hailan was full of confidence, "We will win this battle!"
Zhou Bian nodded slowly: "Since this is the case, I can't do it in vain. Why not let me go to the front line."
Yelu Hailan frowned and said, "But you have just arrived and have been traveling for several consecutive days. Aren't you tired?"
"Not tired." Zhou Bian shook his head and said.
"Okay, go." Yelu Hailan no longer refuted, "It just so happens that we are going to prepare for the Witch God. You just happened to exchange Ashina Chongguang and Abaoji back."
Yelu Hailan instructed: "When you get ahead, remember not to act without permission. You must listen to the orders of the general in front of you. Of course, if a general in the Tang army appears within your sight, you can shoot him."
"I understand." Zhou Bian nodded, and then his eyes were attracted by the huge skeleton behind Yelu Hailan.
This skeleton is different from ordinary white bones. Each of its bones has small holes, even the top of the skull.
"This is……"
Yelu Hailan smiled: "This is the complete bone flute. The three high priests of the Witch God Cult used this object to use the full power to perform the Witch God music, which could affect the minds of tens of thousands of people on the entire battlefield. Jie Shi wanted to wipe out the Tang army, but he just waved his arms."
"It's so strong."
Zhou Bian exclaimed, staring at the skeleton, and could no longer move.
It was not until someone coughed that Zhou Bian woke up.
The person who coughed was Yelu Zong. He had been standing next to Yelu Hailan, but Zhou Bian didn't pay attention before.
"Let me introduce it. This is the leader of the eight high priests of the Witch God Cult, Yelu Sect." Yelu Hailan smiled and said, "This is Ge Shutai."
Zhou Bian nodded to greet him, but Yelu Zong didn't even look at him directly. He closed his eyes and looked like a master.
"You go." Yelu Hailan waved his hand, "Remember, call Ashina Chongguang and Abaoji first. The Tang army's defeat has been decided, and this time must not be missed."
"I see."
Zhou Bian turned around and walked to the front line. After he left, Yelu Zong said:
"This person cannot be trusted."
"Why?" Yelu Hailan said lightly.
"intuition."
"Intuition, is this what a high priest said?" Yelu Hailan sneered, "If you saw him killing his compatriots without hesitation, you wouldn't think so."
"So, the Lord of the Big Wolf insisted on taking him into his account?" Yelu Zong raised his eyebrows, "Among the Khitans, there are many who are better than him."
"I naturally know this." Yelu Hailan said, "What I like is not only his talent, but also his identity."
"What is the identity?" Yelu Zong asked.
"Tangren."
Yelu Hailan said slowly: "Yelu Sect, we will rule the Central Plains in the future. In the meantime, there must be no national barriers or shackles. Otherwise, the Tang people would not obediently accept our rule. They would continue to resist and fight until we were dragged down."
"The best way to subdue the Tang people is naturally to attack the heart."
Yelu Zong said: "I don't understand these things. I just want to know why you didn't kill him."
"Save him and let the Tang people in the future take a good look. My Khitan's mind and spirit can make the Tang people feel at ease and not resist the Khitan. Of course, it would be even better if my Khitan royal family could marry the Tang people and give birth to a prince and inherit the throne.
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Yelu Zong was stunned: "You want to have a baby with him?"
"What's wrong?" Yelu Hailan smiled slightly, "Among the Tang people I know, he is not the best, but he is the one that suits my heart's wishes."
"Khan will be angry when he knows it."
"It's best to be angry to death." Yelu Hailan smiled, "then I can unify the Khitan."
Since all the people present were Yelu Hailan's confidants, she didn't avoid anything and said everything she wanted to say casually.
"There is a difference in identity after all." Yelu Zong said lightly, "It's best, you should give birth to children with a royal family in the Tang Dynasty."
"The current crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Chu, the King of Guangping, is good."
Yelu Hailan said, "Li Chu, I have heard of it for a long time. Don't I want to capture him, but... Yelu Zong, can you do it?"
Yelu Zong didn't speak anymore. He walked outside, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the battlefield, waiting for the return of Ashina Chongguang and Abaoji.
...
The Tang army and the Khitan have been fighting for nearly half an hour.
From the beginning of being evenly matched, it soon turned into the current defeat. I don’t know who started it, but Tang Jun suddenly withdrew.
The Khitan army naturally could not miss this great opportunity. They immediately bit it like a hungry wolf, and some Tang troops were surrounded again.
Among these people are Meng Guoliang and Lan Zuxing!
Meng Guoliang's pair of iron whips were strong and powerful, and he was like a god of killing, and he was scattered in the Khitan army. It was hard to imagine that his temples were gray and he was only responsible for some logistics affairs in the army. He actually had such martial arts.
But in the end, two fists could not match four hands. Meng Guoliang's mount suffered dozens of wounds and was eventually tripped by a tripping horse rope, and his horse stumbled, overturning Meng Guoliang underground.
Meng Guoliang's left leg was squeezed by the horse's body, his bones were broken and he could not move.
While struggling, several wolf slaves immediately surrounded him, and Meng Guoliang had no strength to resist at this time.
Under the scattered sword, the boss of the six generals of Chengyang followed the footsteps of several brothers and was chopped into meat paste.
...
Outside Fengzhou City, Majia Village.
Mrs. Zhengma of the Women's Village was sitting in the room and suddenly felt a palpitation.
She covered her chest tightly, walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked at the north worriedly.
These days, there are often soldiers who retreated from the north. Mrs. Ma also knows that Pei Min's troops have already gone to the Western Route Army, and his fiancé Meng Guoliang is naturally among them.
And the news she received was said to be a fierce battle.
"Guoliang..." Mrs. Ma murmured, "You must not be in trouble..."
...
On the battlefield, on the other side of the melee, Lan Zuxing's situation was even more tragic. From the beginning, he inserted into the heart of the Khitan army, and he faced a 20,000 attack.
In the face of such a terrifying number, Lan Zuxing's troops were quickly lost, and only he was left to support him.
Lan Zuxing rushed left and right and almost penetrated the Khitan army. He could have successfully broken through and joined Bai Wenxi with the rear army, but Lan Zuxing chose to fight to the death.
His brother was in the hands of the Khitans. Lan Zuxing felt that it was time to fight to the death. If he retreated here, Fang Ping, who was under the sacred spring, would probably laugh at him.
It doesn’t matter whether to laugh at it or not. Lan Zuxing is afraid of it, which is to embarrass Fang Ping.
"Four Hundred and Eighty-Eight..."
While fighting, Lan Zuxing silently counted the numbers in his heart. This was the number of enemies he had killed since he joined the army.
"Four Hundred and Ninety..."
"Four Hundred and Ninety Five..."
Several wolf slaves appeared behind Lan Zuxing at some point. While he was holding up his gun to block it, he slashed several steel knives on Lan Zuxing's back.
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In the severe pain, Lan Zuxing did not make any sound. He smiled disdainfully, turned around and swept them off the horse, stabbed them to death one by one.
"Four Hundred and Ninety-Eight..."
Lan Zuxing spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the wolves' swords were heavily poisoned. As Lan Zuxing's activities were active, the toxicity had invaded the heart and lungs.
"Four hundred...99!"
Lan Zu excitedly picked a Khitan general into the air, shattered his head with a gun. Seeing that he was powerless to fight again, the rest of the Khitan soldiers immediately surrounded him like a tide.
"The general said, kill him and reward a thousand cattle and sheep!"
The ferocious and crazy faces of countless Khitan soldiers came into Lan Zuxing's eyes. At the last moment before his death, he took a deep breath and burst out with a powerful roar:
"ah---"
This sound was like a thunderbolt. The war horses surrounding Lan Zuxing led their owners to hinder their legs and stomp on the ground uneasyly.
The soldier closest to Lan Zuxing fell down softly with blood from his seven orifices.
Countless people looked at each other, looking at Lan Zuxing, who was sitting upright on the horse's back, no one dared to step forward again.
Lan Zuxing, the fourth among the six generals in Chengyang, fought hard among the troops, killed 500 enemies, and died at the brink of death.
...
The fight continued, but the Tang army's counterattack could be ignored, and the Khitan victory was decided.
A Baoji came to Lan Zuxing's body. After hearing about Lan Zuxing's deeds, he also sincerely admired him.
"Send his body back to Tang Jun." A Baoji sighed, "A person like this should return to his hometown."
While he was talking, the arrival of a man aroused A Baoji's alertness. He turned around and saw Zhou Bian walking towards him.
"It's you?"
"It's me." Zhou Bian's face was as normal.
The body of Lan Zuxing next to him who died and was unable to fall caught his attention: "Who is this person?"
"Tang Army General." A Baoji said lightly, "When did he come?"
“Just arrived.”
"Come on the battlefield just now?"
"I don't want to be bored either." Zhou Bian said lightly, "That woman told you and Ashi Na Chongguang to go back."
A Baoji nodded: "It's right, it's time."
"He Geely."
A Khitan general came with a horse: "High Priest."
"You are responsible for this place, Ge Shutai, just follow the army."
Zhou Bian said "hmm" and watched A Baoji leave.
Next, he wandered around the battlefield aimlessly, and the entire battlefield was divided into two parts. The part that A Baoji was responsible for had basically ended the battle, but Ashina Chongguang was still fighting fiercely.
When Zhou Bian saw Abaoji rushing there, he followed quietly when no one paid attention.
When Abaoji was looking for Ashi's heavy light, he suddenly shot an arrow from behind. Abaoji felt agile and flashed sideways. When he looked back, he had nothing.
He only thought it was Tang Jun's rifle, and he didn't care at first. But before A Bao's plane had just walked out, another arrow shot straight into the back of his head.
This time, A Baoji finally confirmed that someone deliberately wanted to kill him!
Behind Abao's fuselage were densely filled with Khitan soldiers. Since the other party wanted to kill him, he must be shooting arrows from a very small gap.
How many people in the world are there with such archery skills?
The only thing A Baoji could think of was Zhou Bian.
"Ge Shutai..." A Baoji murmured to himself, "Is it you?"
"You finally showed your strength, but... why, have you recovered your memory?"
After a while, he laughed:
"No matter why you are, since you have exposed your strength, I will kill you! This is what you brought to your door by yourself, and I can't blame me!"