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Chapter 313: Great Victory, Cutting Off the Shackles (asking for monthly tickets)
Faced with the sudden charge, the warriors in the entire camp did not react quickly and swiftly. It even took them more than a dozen breaths to get ready.

Previously, there were sounds coming from all directions, which attracted the attention of the soldiers in the camp. Some went to investigate this way, and some went to look that way, as if there was no one anywhere. And at this moment of chaos, a strange cavalry broke into the battlefield.

When the man in luxurious clothes heard the commotion and came out, the warriors in his camp had just gotten ready to deal with the invading cavalry. But just as they were about to engage in a head-on battle, two loud bangs came from behind!

Attack from the back!

A big man wearing leather clothes, with a square face, resolute and calm appearance, rode a big horse, waving a big knife in his hand, and led dozens of people to rush in, chopping them head-on, killing several people in just a few strokes.

There were shadows swaying behind me, and I didn't know how many people there were.

The so-called tactics of the Central Plains military strategists were not something that this aristocratic hunting army from a small town in the Western Regions could resist. They made a feint to the east and attacked in the west, being attacked from both sides. They first harassed the enemy with a small group of rangers, causing chaos in the enemy camp, and then the main force charged from the front.

At the critical moment, the second elite force rushed in from the rear.

Li Guanyi held the spear in his hand.

The so-called art of war is to pretend to be incapable when you are capable, attack where the enemy is least prepared, and know both yourself and the enemy, then you are sure to win.

Just when the enemy camp was in chaos, the ragtag cavalry led by him rushed in. Using the military tactics of the Central Plains generals, he directly broke through the invisible evil spirit of the enemy and took away their momentum and courage.

Li Guanyi felt as relaxed as if he could do whatever he wanted.

Accustomed to commanding the maximum ability of 50,000 people, when he returned to commanding hundreds of people, Li Guanyi's aura was enough to cover them all, gradually adjusting the rhythm of the charge, and finally creating a situation where the auras were connected.

Like mercury poured on the ground, it flows as desired.

At this moment, because of the leadership of the famous general, the coordination of these miscellaneous Western Region warriors in the instant of charging into the battle line reached the threshold level of the second-line corps in the Central Plains.

The second-line troops in the Central Plains are not even qualified to engage in a head-on confrontation with the main force of the Qilin Army. In the city-states within the Western Regions, they are no longer comparable to these aristocratic hunting troops.

There have been countless heroes in the Central Plains during the hundreds of years of chaos and struggle.

The Western Regions used Buddhism to fool the people and used blood as a whip to whip the common people. This level of noble coalition was not qualified to compete with the generals who emerged from the chaos in the Central Plains.

Only those heroes who have honed their ferocity and wildness in this desert can be rivals to the famous generals in the Central Plains.

Li Guanyi saw a big man in heavy armor. He left the others and rode forward, waving a spear in his hand. All the opponents who stood in front of him were knocked away. The general was furious and rode forward with a thick-backed broadsword.

"Central Plains Merchants!?"

"We are no match for the Wolf King's son."

"Do you really think that any random person from the Central Plains can defeat us?!"

With just one slash of the sword, the man from the Central Plains on the opposite side danced with a gun in his hand.

The general only felt a shock in his palm.

The heavy sword in his hand was directly pierced in the middle, and the spear was like a swimming dragon. There was only a cold light in front of his eyes, and the foreign general's throat was stabbed. In a trance, he recalled the time when he escorted supplies to the front line. The famous general who was famous for his bravery within a thousand miles was killed by the son of the Wolf King in a white robe with the same spear technique.

【Destroy…the mountain】? !

He recalled the name of this move in his mind.

His head was blown apart by the force of the gun, tumbling down, and in a trance, one last thought emerged in his mind.

This Central Plains man destroyed the mountains.

why.

Compared to the elegant and chivalrous son of the Wolf King, he is even more domineering? !
who is he?!
Li Guanyi used the power of the two horses colliding to easily accomplish his goal of beheading the general. He raised his spear high in his hand and shouted in the Western dialect: "The enemy general has been beheaded by me!!!"

The Western Regions are different from the grasslands.

The Iron Pagoda of the grassland, once the centurion died in battle, then no matter what the reason, the soldiers under his command who failed to kill the opponent and avenge the centurion would be sentenced to death. The noble coalition forces of the Western Desert city-states did not have such a fierce spirit.

Fan Qing and Changsun Wuchou broke into the battlefield from two other directions.

They cut in with the method that the Qilin Army is good at. Even though it was a few hundred people against two thousand people, they managed to suppress them with the help of momentum, formation, and generals. It's a pity that what Fan Qing is good at is actually the lineage of Yuwen Tianxian.

A multi-arms composite combat system based on chariots, heavy armored infantry, archers, and spearmen.

The cavalry general is not so good at this field.

This is the scope of Ling Pingyang and Yu Wenhua.

This is also related to the personalities of different generals. Fan Qing is steady, while Yu Wenhua is fierce. Fan Qing is calm, while Yu Wenhua is willful. As the military strategist said, the wind, forest, fire and volcano are like mountains. Fan Qing is like a mountain, while Yu Wenhua is like fire.

Li Guanyi suddenly thought of the unruly young man from the Yuwen family. He wondered if they would meet again in this chaotic world. His hand trembled, and the blood on his spear spilled onto the ground as he thought.

In troubled times, we are far away from each other. If you and I don’t die, we will definitely meet again.

The battle ended quickly. After the first charge and the second split, the people in the camp left behind more than a hundred corpses, and even the main general was captured. The entire morale collapsed completely.

The nobleman in luxurious silk clothes wanted to leave, but was caught up by Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi raised his hand and shot an arrow. The Xue family's archery skill worked perfectly and shot through the nobleman's hand. The latter, who was obviously skilled in martial arts, screamed and fell to the ground crying while holding his hand.

Li Guanyi rode past quickly, bent over and picked up the guy.

"I have wasted my Third Heaven power."

He was surprised to see that this noble man had delicate skin and soft bones, but also had strength similar to the internal force of the Central Plains. He threw him in front of the corpse of the general over there. The man screamed and his body trembled.

Li Guanyi moved his wrist, his internal energy circulated, and he picked up the knife that the man had dropped.

The knife made of gold is not heavy, but it weighs about two or three pounds.

As thin as a cicada's wing, the scabbard is made of precious red sandalwood and inlaid with seven gems.

Gold is soft in texture, and Li Guanyi was worried that he would shoot an arrow through the knife, causing the value of the knife to deteriorate, so he shot through his wrist.

There were Buddhist scriptures engraved on the blade, many of which exhorted people to be good. Li Guan took a glance and saw some sayings like "In the next life, one will be poor but enjoy wealth; in the next life, a woman will be born as a man" and put the knife away.

After experiencing the intense battlefield in the Central Plains, the brave generals of the Qilin Army easily completed this battle. Saatanti stood there in a daze. The previous warrior was pale and stretched out his knife to hold the girl hostage, but was pierced directly by an arrow.

The broad-shouldered warrior fell down with a scream, and the bowstring of the bow in the hand of the young man sitting on the horse was still whistling slightly.

There were crisp sounds of horse hooves. Saatanti looked at the Central Plains people wearing Western-style clothes coming over in the sun. He smiled and said nothing. He just took something out of his arms and threw it into his arms.

She recovered from the huge shock and subconsciously held the thing, only to find that it was a mirror. Li Guanyi turned over and said with a smile: "I haven't given you my gift yet, why are you here?"

He didn't ask you if you were okay with these things. It's not good to come here.

He just mentioned the previous agreement lightly, as if nothing had happened.

Saatanti held the mirror and smiled with relief.

The other people in the camp who wanted to escape encountered Pan Wanxiu's mechanical vehicle.

Gongsun Huaizhi stayed in the tribe, and Master Mo followed him.

He also brought a carriage with him.

A disciple of the Mohist school, without any mechanical device on him, always feels like he is running naked on the street, and feels uneasy.

It was modified and pieced together from the wooden boxes used by Saatanti and his tribe to pull luggage, and was used to deploy the Gongsun family's rotating crossbow. However, this honest academy teacher could pull a carriage pulled by four horses and drag a lot of things on the road with one hand.

Pan Wanxiu said shyly that it was nothing.

It can only be said that this is the basics in the academy.

Even the warriors from the Western Regions could not help but marvel at the legendary academy. Fan Qing and his men were very experienced and quickly took over the camp.

"Most of them are wearing leather armor, there are more than 200 of them, there are not many heavy armor, only 33, 2,600 bows, 300 horses, 500 shields, countless arrows, and other supplies such as food, kerosene, ironware, salt, etc. They are the supply team heading to the front line."

"There are also 500 cattle and sheep, and three boxes of gold and silver."

"As for the prisoners..."

Changsun Wuchou paused. After the warriors in these camps were demoralized by the generals of the Qilin Army, they bullied the weak and feared the strong, so they either surrendered or begged for mercy. According to the original military order of the Qilin Army, they would accept the surrender of these enemy troops.

However, the Western Regions are different from the Central Plains, and the historical factors here are more complicated.

The Western Region warriors were furious as their own tribes were being hunted like prey.

The anger and sadness under the oppression during these long years, the loved ones were shot to death like animals and rabbits, the young children were abducted and made into serfs and slaves, and sent to the front lines to serve the cavalry and generals.

The anger that had been accumulating over the years finally erupted like a fire.

Hundreds of years of hatred and resentment surged, wanting to completely burn out those who whipped them - revenge for their loved ones, revenge for their elders, they fought and killed continuously, and even the scimitars, which were of poor quality to begin with, were completely bent. In just a short time, the place was filled with rivers of blood.

These six or seven hundred people had absolutely no chance of winning against those less than two thousand people. However, if they were to kill those who had lost their will to fight, it would not be that difficult. Even Fan Qing did not try to stop them.

When relatives were killed and they themselves were oppressed.

Revenge is justice.

Fu and share the world.

The smell of blood was extremely strong and corpses were lying on the ground, but even with such anger, the noble children were fine. The people who were blood-thirsty did not chop the upper-class people with their knives.

Those nobles are still alive.

Finished reporting the situation.

Batur and other people from the Western Regions looked at the young man sitting on the stone. Li Guanyi glued a layer of beard on his mouth and played with the golden knife. Batur pulled Saatanti and watched this group of people capture people very skillfully and count the spoils. They were speechless for a moment.

Who are these people...

So fierce.

Are all the merchants in the Central Plains so good at fighting? But he didn't think too much about it. The children of the tribe were all rescued, and everyone in the tribe was cheering and happy. However, even if they rescued the children, they couldn't leave.

Because they are still afraid and trembling.

Overwhelmed by passion and driven by anger and hatred, they followed the young man and did things they had thought about countless times but had not dared to do; when the killing was over and the people were rescued, the surging blood subsided, and the remaining influence of the aristocracy's hundreds of years of rule would spread again like a dark cloud.

Batur suddenly thought of a legend.

About a hundred years ago, a traveling merchant from the Central Plains came to the long-closed Western Regions on horseback, pulling three large carts loaded with arrows.

With one man and one bow, he wandered across the desert of the Western Regions. He used the legendary archery skill to shoot through the Bodhisattva of the Holy Mountain, and killed the rampant Western Regions sand bandits and the cavalry of those unruly noble lords one by one.

Finally, the trade route between the Western Regions and the Central Plains, which had been cut off for a long time, was reopened.

There are always heroes in the Central Plains, but heroes in the Western Regions are fighting each other.

This is only the case in the Western Regions.

Or are all heroes in the world the same?
Batur was in a trance for a moment.

He thought of the question he had asked a prophet and a wise man, and got the wise man's answer:

"All heroes in the world, from ancient times to the present, are like this. "The hero who kills the most people is the greatest one."

Batur fell silent, but the Central Plains people he met this time did not lead them forward for the purpose of killing people. He didn't know what to say, but the words of the sage echoed in his heart, and he was not unable to refute them like before.

Li Guanyi looked at the noble, who stammered, "You are from the Central Plains, right? I am the son of the city lord here. I have a name in the Central Plains, Huyan Yinshi."

Huyan Yinshi asked, "Do you need serfs? Or gold?"

"I can give you everything, as much as you want."

"My father is the lord of the city and the commander of the surrounding lands. He has tens of thousands of brave warriors under his command. You cannot harm me, or my father will send people to kill you."

"I will use a sharp leather knife to cut a wound as long as a cow's horn under your skull. Then I will hang you upside down in the sun for three days and three nights. I will let every last drop of blood drain from your body before you die!"

Li Guanyi was amazed and silent. He looked at Batur beside him.

"Your nobles have always been like this..."

He considered his words and asked, "Are you all so brave?"

Damn it, how dare he?

Even Lei Laomeng's eyes flashed with such a light.

Even though all the forces under his command were destroyed, he still had such an attitude and confidence, asking Li Guanyi and others to release the people. Li Guanyi tossed the knife in his hand and could only admire:
"It seems that the customs in the Western Desert are indeed different from those in the Central Plains."

Batur was silent for a moment, then asked, "What should we do?"

What he said was also a matter of concern for the people from the surrounding tribes. Li Guan looked at the confident noble who wanted Li Guan to return the golden knife to him even if he was captured.

Li Guanyi looked at Batur and said, "The person has been rescued."

"What are you going to do next?"

Batur pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.

He intended to die in order to exact revenge.

But after I really took revenge and rescued the person, I felt confused instead.

Fan Qing said calmly, "It's because you have never had a long-term plan or thought. You don't understand the overall situation. You just rely on your courage to do things. When things get fruitful, you will be at a loss and will be extinguished."

Batur pursed his lips, and suddenly remembered what the sage said, and said:

"May I ask Tianger?"

He stared at the young man: "What kind of person is the hero of this era? Some people say it is the one who kills the most people..."

Li Guanyi thought for a while and replied:
"I'm not a hero, so I don't know."

Batur felt a little regretful.

Li Guanyi looked at Huyan Yinshi and said, "Today, I have a second way for you." The young man showed a calm expression on his face and said, "You came here with the intention of dying, but you survived."

"Now, you can take your share of the spoils, then return to your tribe and enjoy the cheers of your tribe members."

After the voice fell, the hundreds of warriors from the Western Regions did not move. Whether it was because they were worried about the danger they would bring to the tribe after returning, or because of the violent flames that were almost impossible to suppress after revenge, they all stood here.

Li Guanyi: "Then the second way is that I am a traveling merchant."

"I know a piece of land. You can follow me and live on that land. On our land, there should be no serfs or slave girls. There should be no distinction between the lower class and the upper class. You can enjoy food after working."

"But if we go there, we have to abandon the original rules of the Western Region and everyone has to follow the same rules."

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand, looked at the hundreds of people, and said:

"He who kills shall die."

"Injury and theft are punishable."

"If you wish, come forward and cut this man with this knife."

"Take this as a covenant!"

Huyan Yinshi's face changed drastically, and the atmosphere became stagnant in an instant. He widened his eyes, glaring at those inferior people with dirty faces, shouting and cursing. For a short while, no one moved, and no one dared to come and hit him.

Then a look of pride appeared on Huyan Yinshi's face.

At this moment, Saatanti suddenly rushed out. She looked at Li Guanyi and whispered, "Will I be able to live to see the eagle fly over the earth for the fifty-sixth time in your place?"

Li Guanyi replied: “I don’t know.”

"Because I don't know if I can survive in this chaotic world."

"But I can promise that I will never abandon the elderly and the weak."

A smile appeared on Saatanti's face. She nodded vigorously, bent down, grabbed the golden sword, and rushed forward fiercely with her head down and strength suppressed, amid Huyan Yinshi's shouts and curses.

The golden knife slashed across Huyan Yinshi's body, leaving only a wound. It was not big, but it was painful. Saatanti staggered back two steps, almost sitting on the ground, gasping for breath.

Although she had only killed Huyan Yinshi once, she felt as if the world in front of her eyes had changed, as if an invisible chain was completely shattered with a crisp sound.

Saatanti's beginning seemed to be just a signal.

Soon, Batur stepped forward, grabbed the golden scimitar, and slashed it hard, leaving a heavy blow on Huyan Yinshi's body. It was like a wave, and soon, people strode forward, venting their anger at the world in the Western Regions with anger and unwillingness.

Finally, Li Guanyi picked up a long sword and killed Huyan Yinshi with one blow.

Blood fell to the ground.

When I looked at these people again, I no longer had the chaotic feeling I had before. The shackles on them seemed to have been split into cracks. There was no longer that sense of cowardice and humility in their eyes, as if they were reborn in blood.

Everyone raised their weapons and palms and shouted: "Tianger!"

"Tianger!!!"

Pan Wanxiu watched this scene. When he was in the academy, he often went to the place where the military was located. He had heard that there are always heroes who rise up with the times, but the difference between heroes and those powerful people is that heroes can do things that are incredible in the eyes of ordinary people.

In such a short period of time, something like the military spirit was forged.

Although it is just an unwilling resistance to the long-term oppression in this vast land.

Although still weak, but at this moment.

The flames rose.

These tribes, who have been oppressed for hundreds of years, have experienced the feeling of raising their heads and breathing. In this generation, they absolutely do not want to lower their heads again, put shackles around their necks, and become slaves of others.

"My Lord, the one who makes everyone become Tianger is a hero."

Li Guan put away his golden scimitar and shouted, "Unrivaled."

Zhangsun Wuchou said, "Yes."

Li Guanyi said: "Integrate everyone, clean up the mess here, bypass the original route, and go to our original destination."

Zhang Sun Wu Chou said: "Yes!"

Li Guanyi said again: "Batur."

Batur also subconsciously bowed his head and said, "I'm here."

Li Guanyi said, "Thank you very much. With so many cattle, sheep, horses, and carriages, they will definitely be discovered if they pass by. We will find a way to deal with the traces. You go back and bring the tribe with you. We will gather one hundred miles ahead."

Batur nodded, took out a map and pointed out a safe place.

The Qilin Army took away all the resources, piled up the corpses together, and sprinkled a large bucket of Hou Zhongyu's medicine powder on them. Bubbles began to appear on the corpses, and soon a dim yellow pus appeared. In just a moment, it turned into a large amount of blood and seeped into the ground.

According to Shi Dalin, Hou Zhongyu's recipe is unparalleled in the world!

perfectly worked.

Hou Zhongyu, invincible!
Soon, there will be only large amounts of blood here, and the blood will attract large numbers of wolves to come here to lick it. This natural world will turn the blood of heroes, slaves, and nobles into nothingness in this furnace.

Da da da--

The little donkey walked along beside Li Guanyi, with the silver-haired girl sitting on it.

Although there was no expression on his face, he seemed to find it very interesting.

Yaoguang was previously in the mechanical car with Master Pan Wanxiu of the Mohist School.

It was also thanks to Yaoguang's magical power that Li Guanyi's tactics of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, and restraining the enemy back and forth were completed so perfectly.

Li Guanyi's troops already had seven hundred archers, thousands of horses, cattle, sheep, carts, and hundreds of young children. There would also be several tribes, ranging from hundreds to thousands, that would move slowly toward the place he mentioned.

Li Guanyi looked back at the huge team here and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"It seems to be expanding too fast..."

"Why is this happening?"

Lei Laomeng laughed and said, "This is what a traveling merchant is like, my lord!"

"Just like what Lao Fan said, if you come here and don't do anything but accept this world of slavery, it's not like you."

Li Guanyi smiled and said casually, "Let's go."

Anyway, it is no different from the previous plan. We can just go to the town prepared by the eldest lady and settle down in advance. Nangong Wumeng will go to find Qibi Li, and the Golden Scimitar Cavalry will also arrive there directly.

When Li Guanyi came to the Western Regions, there were only seven or eight people with him. When he left the area he had just arrived, he already had a not-so-small team behind him.

Where there is oppression everywhere, that is where heroes rise up.

However, if he walked too far in a short period of time, the Demon Sect's mark left on the two foreign monks would not be very useful. As Li Guan was thinking about this, he suddenly felt the Nine Cauldrons in his body vibrate slightly.

He looked inward and saw a glimmer of light coming from the Nine Cauldrons.

"This is……"

"The people's hearts and fortunes...?"

At the same time, in the distant holy mountain, the returning Nine-Colored Deer was about to fall asleep when he suddenly felt a strange sound in his ears, clear and bright, seemingly far away, yet as if he had some mysterious connection with it.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer opened his eyes.

"Um??!"

He sensed a familiar aura and his eyes widened:
"It's you?!"

(End of this chapter)