Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

Yang Ling has not yet fully understood these principles, so he can only practice harder.

At this time, Meng Tian did not stop after completing the task. He found Wang Jian who was training his troops and said, "Wang Jian, the Xiongnu slaves have been properly arranged. Let's continue to march north!"

After hearing this, Wang Jian pondered for a moment and nodded: "Okay, but let's go ask you about your next plans first." After that, the two of them went to Yang Ling's tent together.

Yang Ling was resting with his eyes closed at this time, while thinking about his next action plan.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of horse hooves outside. Looking up, he saw Wang Jian and Meng Tian riding on their horses outside the tent.

Seeing this, Meng Tian quickly dismounted and saluted: "Sir, the Xiongnu slaves have been arranged. I wonder what your next plan is?"

Hearing this, Yang Ling opened the curtain and walked out.

He glanced at Wang Jian and Meng Tian, ​​and said slowly: "General, please wait a moment, and let me explain in detail."

After saying this, he walked into the tent first, followed by Wang Jian and Meng Tian.

In the tent, Meng Tian sat on Yang Ling's left and Wang Jian sat on his right.

They both looked at Yang Ling quietly, waiting for him to speak.

"My two generals, the Xiongnu slaves have been completely pacified." Yang Ling said slowly, "This time our Great Qin won a great victory and also gained a lot of Xiongnu slaves. Therefore, I plan to continue to advance northward. But before that, I want to investigate the situation of the Xiongnu cities to prevent any accidents."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian immediately said, "Sir, I am willing to accompany you!"

Meng Tian also hurriedly expressed his opinion: "I am willing to go with you, sir."

However, Yang Ling shook his head. He looked at the two men and said slowly, "Two generals, this journey is extremely dangerous. I don't want you to take risks with me. You are the pillars of the Qin Dynasty, and you must not make any mistakes. Besides, it is more flexible and convenient for me to be alone."

Meng Tian and Wang Jian were both somewhat dissatisfied when they heard this. They knew Yang Ling's importance and were worried that he would be in danger if he went alone.

Wang Jian said worriedly, "But sir, the Xiongnu are cunning and vicious. If something goes wrong with you, what should we do?"

Hearing this, Yang Ling smiled and said, "Don't worry, the remaining power of the Xiongnu tribe is insignificant to me. This time I mainly want to see the foreigners who cooperate with the Xiongnu. You should still remember Agula's strength, right? I need to find out more."

At this point, he paused and said, "Generals, rest assured, I will never act rashly. Don't you still believe me?"

Meng Tian heard this and hesitated to speak.

In the end, he could only sigh deeply and said nothing more.

Wang Jian said tactfully, "Take care, sir!"

Obviously, he still recognized Yang Ling's strength.

Although Meng Tian was still a little worried, he could only remind him: "Sir, if you encounter danger, you must retreat in time!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling laughed loudly: "General Meng Tian, ​​you underestimate me too much! They think they can hurt me with just those small fry? You're just dreaming!" After saying this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, making Meng Tian dare not say anything more.

Wang Jian was relieved after hearing the conversation between the two. At least Yang Ling would not risk his life now.

Meng Tian also nodded to signal Yang Ling to be careful. Then the two said goodbye and left. They knew in their hearts that since Yang Ling had made a decision, he would not change it easily.

Under Yang Ling's command, the army set out in just a few days. The mighty army galloped across the grassland. Yang Ling took Rong'er ahead and they quickly shuttled across the grassland.

A few days later, Yang Ling and Rong'er came to a desert Gobi. Looking at the endless sand dunes in the distance, Rong'er couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Sir, why are we here?" There was a hint of grievance in her voice, because she had never been to such a desolate place before.

Yang Ling gently explained, "Rong'er, do you know? The Huns once established their kingdom in this desert. Although we have annihilated their main force, there may still be some remnants hiding here. So we must go find those remnants and completely eliminate them to prevent future troubles."

After listening to Yang Ling's explanation, Rong'er nodded with relief, indicating that she understood.

Afterwards, Yang Ling did not stop and continued to take Rong'er towards the northwest.

At this time, Meng Tian on the other side had already led the Qin army to the outside of the Great Wall.

Although the Huns have now fallen apart, the saying that a lean camel is bigger than a horse is not wrong.

There are still some high-level warriors in the Xiongnu royal court. That's why Meng Tian and Wang Jian were so worried when Yang Ling proposed to go and find out the situation.

However, when Emperor Qin left, he specifically reminded them that all actions heading north should be based on Yang Ling's opinions.

Therefore, the two men who led the Qin army chose to camp at the border as soon as they arrived. Yang Ling said that they were not allowed to move forward without his next order. So after arriving at the designated place, Meng Tian and Wang Jian stopped leading the Qin army forward.

At this time, Yang Ling, who was walking in the desert with Rong'er, finally encountered the first wave of enemies. These enemies were the Huns who transformed into sand bandits.

There were not many of them, no more than 500 in total. When Yang Ling showed up with Rong'er, they knew they had encountered a "fat sheep". So they all showed ferocious smiles and prepared to fight. "Han people, we are only robbing your money and will not harm your lives!" One of the sand bandit leaders shouted. However, they did not know what kind of opponent they were facing.

“You guys are no match for us at all. If you know what’s good for you, hand over your property immediately. Maybe we can spare your lives!” The leader of the Xiongnu bandits stared at Yang Ling and shouted arrogantly.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling sneered and responded slowly with a hint of chill in his voice: "Hmph, you'd better take care of your own lives first!" As soon as he said this, the air seemed to freeze a little.

Seeing this, the Xiongnu leader sneered: "Humph, then I won't be polite." The Xiongnu people were nomadic, skilled in riding and shooting, proficient in tactics, and extremely strong in combat. With his order, the sound of uniform horse hooves rang out instantly, like thunder, shaking the entire sky.

"Swoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sounds of breaking wind followed one after another, and dozens of archers flew out like ghosts, the arrows in their hands flashing with cold light, like meteors streaking through the sky, heading straight for Yang Ling.

Facing this overwhelming rain of arrows, Yang Ling remained calm. He swung the sword in his hand suddenly, and the blazing sword light burst out instantly, seeming to solidify the surrounding air.

Powerful force overflowed, and the flying arrows turned into fragments and scattered everywhere under the touch of the sword.

Then, Yang Ling moved, rode his horse forward, and waved the sword in his hand again, the sword light was as fast as lightning.

"Swish!" With a light sound, a horse was pierced by a long sword and blood gushed out. This scene left the Huns' sand bandits stunned. Their leader couldn't even take a single move!
"Run!" Realizing the bad situation, the Xiongnu bandits began to flee in panic. Yang Ling snorted coldly and shouted angrily: "Want to run? It's not that easy!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung the sword in his hand, blood gushed out, and the last Hun bandit fell in a pool of blood.

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After the battle, Yang Ling calmly cleaned up the battlefield, and then continued forward with Rong'er.

Along the way, they encountered several groups of Huns who blocked their way, but they were all defeated in one move by Yang Ling.

The destination of their journey was the border between the foreigners and the Huns, which was two or three hundred miles away.

Yang Ling's speed was extremely fast, but Rong'er gradually couldn't keep up with the pace. She had lived in a comfortable environment since she was a child and had never experienced such hardship. Although she felt wronged, she didn't dare to complain at all.

Yang Ling did not notice anything strange about Rong'er and continued to travel with her.

Finally, two days later, they arrived at their destination. At the end of the yellow sand, the outline of a city could be vaguely seen. That was the border between the foreigners and the Huns that Yang Ling was looking for.

He decided to sneak into the small town first, gather some information, and then let Meng Tian and Wang Jian lead the army. Yang Ling firmly believed that as long as they could capture the city, they could smoothly advance into the heart of the Western Regions.

So Yang Ling quietly brought Rong'er to the city where foreigners lived.

After a while, he saw some merchants who came here to do business. Yang Ling took the opportunity to approach them, greeted them warmly, and asked about the situation in the city.

The boss of the caravan was very enthusiastic. When he heard Yang Ling's question, he started to talk nonstop.

It turns out that this city is called Ebony City, and it is the only passage from the Western Regions to Daqin.

Due to the steep terrain, there were few people coming and going. Moreover, the garrisons in this city were extremely tough, and every seven or eight years they would conduct a major military exercise and recruit new soldiers. Therefore, the soldiers in the city were extremely fierce and fearless of death.

Hearing this, Yang Ling frowned slightly. He felt the strong murderous intent in the city. So he continued to ask: "What forces are there in this city?"

The merchant looked at Yang Ling and said slowly, "My lord, the forces in this city are quite complicated. There are Loulan people from the Western Regions, foreign races from Northern Europe, and nomadic tribes. They are all very strong and love to fight, so you must be careful."

"Oh, thank you for reminding me, I understand." After Yang Ling confirmed the news, he prepared to take Rong'er into the city. However, at this moment, a beautifully decorated cavalry whizzed past them. The curtains were closed, but it could not hide its luxurious atmosphere.

Then, a quick horn sounded, and countless blond and blue-eyed foreigners quickly gathered here. They were respectful, and it was obvious that there was a noble sitting in the car. The merchants were trembling with fear.

"You lowly people, why don't you get out of the way!" The leading general shouted, his voice was cold and chilling. Without waiting for the caravan to react, the general brandished a scimitar and shouted, "Why don't you get out of the way? Do you want to see how powerful my scimitar is?"

His voice was so cold that no one in the caravan dared to move. Some of the timid ones were even frightened to the point of incontinence. At this time, the noble in the car spoke up, his voice clear and pleasant, with a hint of charm: "Artulus, don't threaten these civilians at every turn. This is too ungraceful."

The general called Arturus frowned upon hearing this. However, he did not restrain himself, but said more arrogantly: "Haha, you are right! But they are all lowly people, not worthy of your kindness. We Nordic people are descendants of God, they should be obedient to us!"

After hearing Arturus' words, a pleasant laugh was heard again in the carriage, which made the people around him feel uneasy. The people in the caravan then understood the true identity of the nobleman in the carriage. It turned out that he was a nobleman from Northern Europe. The Nordic people have always been moody. They think they are descendants of gods. They don't say a word to anyone, and even hurt people directly when they are in a bad mood. Their deeds have long been spread around the city, so when everyone knew the situation, they were all shocked.

At this moment, the world suddenly shook, and endless yellow sand swept up, and everyone changed color in shock. In the yellow sand, a huge black halberd tore through the layers of yellow sand and instantly fell on the city wall. The sharp halberd blade flashed with a terrifying cold light, causing the pupils of everyone around to shrink and their faces to show shock.

Arturus ignored the people around him, the scimitar in his hand flashed brilliantly, and he chopped straight at the black giant halberd. In an instant, the sharp blade light burst out, causing Yang Ling's pupils to shrink. He didn't expect that this arrogant Arturus was actually a master.

However, Yang Ling had no time to think about it, because the aftermath of the collision between the scimitar and the giant halberd came to him in the blink of an eye. Looking at the panicked people around him, Yang Ling made a decisive move, and his fist burst violently, as fast as thunder, pushing all the people in the caravan around him aside. Then, he stomped his feet on the ground and flew out.

"Bang! Bang!" He punched out and actually blocked the incoming force. Then, he quickly grabbed Rong'er's shoulders and flew up. "Boom!" The moment he flew up, the whole city was in a violent shock, and the city gate was instantly shattered.

Yang Ling's actions made the merchants and travelers around him gasp. They didn't expect that Yang Ling, alone, would dare to be so arrogant in this city. You know, this city has three foreign forces, and they are all extremely strong and brave.

However, when they saw the majestic figure in the air, their eyes widened. They were surprised to find that Yang Ling actually lifted the wall weighing hundreds of pounds with one arm. At this moment, Yang Ling, standing in the air, was like a god of war, majestic and awe-inspiring. (End of this chapter)