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Chapter 314: The Storm Rises, the Broken Army's Dream Shattered, the Golden Scimitar Cavalry (asking for monthly tickets)

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer sensed a breath that was related to itself, and used the special spirit of the divine beast to investigate, only to discover the appearance of Li Guanyi. The young man was riding a horse, and behind him were thousands of cattle, sheep, and horses, as well as more than a thousand people from the Western Regions.

This seems to be a not-too-small wandering tribe.

Moreover, these people from the Western Regions actually had a kind of longing and indescribable identification with the young man who came from the Central Plains, and this indescribable power actually had some connection with themselves.

"……who is it?"

"In such a short time, you have accomplished something like this?"

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer had just finished its battle with the Ancient Red Dragon and was resting quietly. The Ancient Red Dragon was the most powerful, oldest, and most domineering of all the ancient divine beasts.

In the era of ancient legends, he had such titles as [Lord of the Red Flame in the Sky, Lord of the Candle Dragon Swallowing the Sun].

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer is different. Most of the legends about it are about calming the wind and sand, detoxifying and saving people.

Eight hundred years ago, the fire unicorn died.

In the battle between the Red Emperor and the Overlord, the White Tiger also died.

Now is the age of humans and heroes, and many mythical beasts have gradually disappeared. After the ancient red dragon saw the Nine-Colored Divine Deer, it had a very enjoyable "exchange" with it, and then it flew away with a long chant.

Before leaving, he once said that the young Qilin that was born from the Fire Qilin had grown up and also came here. If the Nine-Colored Divine Deer had time, he could go and take care of it.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer asked how the Fire Kirin died at its peak.

The Ancient Red Dragon was silent for a long time, then replied:

"He saw something that he had to 'challenge', and he 'devoured' the 'extremely dangerous thing' without hesitation. After struggling, he left 'advice' for his future reincarnation, and wrote down his own views on death."

"He died peacefully."

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer was astonished and said, "You are not afraid of death, and you can even record your feelings."

"He is indeed solemn and brave, worthy of the title of this life."

The ancient red dragon smiled and said nothing.

Nothing to say.

After the Nine-Colored Divine Deer sensed the breath of that person, it recalled that the little Qilin seemed to be with this person, but who was this person? Why did he gather the people of the Western Regions? What was he going to do?
At this moment, this connection slowly dissipated.

Although dissipated.

But the Nine-Colored Divine Deer was no longer sleepy.

He did not enter the long sleep and rest of the divine beast, which was measured in years or even more than ten years. He just raised his head and looked at the distant sky. Suddenly, he remembered the ridiculous dream that the Central Plains man talked about with him on the head of the red dragon.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer remained silent for a long time, and finally returned to the holy mountain.

"It was just once, nothing can be seen..."

"After all, he was brought here by the Ancient Red Dragon. It was his predecessor who shot through my Holy Mountain."

At the same time, Li Guanyi sensed the dense aura on the Jiuzhou Ding.

"Too weak..."

On the Jiuzhou Ding, the one-ninth part representing the Western Regions glowed with a faint golden light, but the area it covered was still weak. This was the luck of the people. Li Guan turned his head and saw the people from the Western Regions who were following him.

They often pursed their lips and had tense faces. There was confusion about the future in their eyes, but also trust in Li Guanyi in this confusion. With such a gathering of energy and spirit, a ray of the spirit of all the people was condensed in the Nine Cauldrons.

But this force is floating and uncertain.

According to the experience in the south of the Yangtze River, we also need the overall situation of mountains and rivers.

You need a [territory], the people must be stable, and then you can collect gold and iron from all over the world, which is enough to cast a tripod.

Even though it's small.

However, when the Nine Cauldrons were cast in Jiangnan, they had the charm of the ancient red dragon.

At that time, the ancient red dragon also appeared to help guide the gathering of the energy of the mountains, rivers and people. Although this time the charm of the Jiuzhou Ding itself only gathered a small part, there was still a ray of divine light from the Nine-Colored Divine Deer.

When the tripod is successfully cast, will it directly scare the Nine-Colored Divine Deer?
Li Guanyi fell into deep thought.

Immediately put this thought behind my mind.

The Nine Cauldrons must be forged, whether it is to protect this group of people in the Western Regions, or to make his "territory" more stable. Even if these two points are ignored, the Nine Cauldrons must be tempered simply to destroy the Demon Sect in the Western Regions, break the formation, and temper the Demon Sect's gathered luck.

As for the [power of mountains and rivers].

Li Guanyi looked into the distance and touched the land deed given to him by Miss Xue Shuangtao in his arms.

Long live the lady!

Although there are many children of only thirteen or fourteen years old in this huge group, most children in the desert live on horseback. Although they may not have superb riding skills, they have no problem riding horses and following the large group.

In the next seven or eight days, more and more people from the tribe gathered here.

The entire team has swelled to more than 3,000 people. Even with the cattle, sheep and horses driven together, there are more than 3,000 of them. It is such a large team, which is considered to be of medium level among the wandering tribes.

Fan Qing talked with people from different tribes to resolve some conflicts between them. Under the glory of Tianger, some conflicts between these tribes that had accumulated over the years were gradually resolved.

At least it's not like before, where people would draw their swords and fight each other over a few words.

The origin of their conflict may be the problem of water source or the distribution of prey.

In addition, the ranger guards from different tribes have begun to gather around this huge team, and have had private fistfights because of the ratio of members from each tribe in the ranger guards. After being discovered by Fan Qing, they punished them.

They all admired Fan Qing.

Fan Qing's method of conquering these Western men was very simple.

Archery, boxing, horse riding, and wrestling.

Fan Qing conquered them one by one. The warriors of these small tribes admired such a brave warrior and obeyed his command. Shi Dalin, the leader of the Seven Old Ghosts under Lin, used his medical skills to treat the wounded in the team and learned medical skills from the Western Regions.

He successfully trained a group of doctors from the Western Regions.

It is the training model for barefoot doctors in Central Plains.

You may not understand the principle, but you know how to save people.

The medication and techniques were simple and crude, with severe pain afterwards, but they could basically save lives. The seven old ghosts of the Qilin Army, who were once notorious in the Qilin Army, became miracle doctors here.

"It's because these people used to have to wait for death when they got sick."

"Now that we have a chance to survive, we will naturally do everything we can to grab it."

Shi Dalin shook his head and said, "It's not so much toughness as tenacity."

"It's more like it's because there was no way to survive before."

At the same time, simple rules were established, prohibiting direct drinking of running water; the food preservation techniques were quickly passed down, and the mental outlook of the entire team soon underwent a transformation.

At this moment, thousands of cattle and sheep are trudging along. This is neither a desert area nor an oasis. What grows here is a kind of dry and gray grass. Just like these people from the Western Regions, people are driving carts loaded with utensils.

Rangers, consisting of riders from different tribes, roamed around the entire group, occasionally killing prey.

The sturdy man on the horse used a machete to cut the black dried meat, stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with his cheeks rising and falling, and poured cold water into his stomach. All the eating was done in silence.

But there is light in his eyes.

Fan Qing said: "I have figured out these tribes."

Li Guanyi is feeding a flying eagle.

Lei Laomeng used the same trick again and successfully tamed the desert goshawk. At this moment, the goshawk landed on Li Guanyi's arm, looking quite docile. Beside Li Guanyi, five Dharma images that were invisible to the naked eye all lowered their eyes and stared at the unruly goshawk.

The messenger of the gods in the desert lowered his head and became inexplicably restrained on the young man's arm. The rangers who saw this scene did not know that there was such a magical existence as the Dharmakaya, but there was a lot more awe in their eyes when they looked at the young man.

Li Guanyi knew that with the help of the magic weapon to deter living creatures, he had finally survived the hawk. He gently stroked the hawk's wings with his fingers, looked at Fan Qing, and stuffed the fried rice and beans in his arms to Fan Qing, saying, "Tell me about it."

The general of the Qilin Army rode on a warhorse with a solemn and calm expression: "The tribe is composed of mostly strong men who are good at riding and shooting. The women are responsible for peeling the fur of the prey and making it into clothes, while the children go to herd."

"There are more or less some methods of strengthening the body passed down by word of mouth among these wandering tribes, but these methods can only help one to reach the entry level, and it is difficult to reach the second level."

"Based on this level, they can only be regarded as the third-line army of the Central Plains, the garrison troops of each city, and basically cannot be compared with the second-line standing border army, the first-line main battle corps, and the world's top battle corps."

Fan Qing paused and said:

"But they all know how to ride and shoot."

"The art of archery itself is difficult, and those who are proficient in horseback archery are the elite among the Central Plains cavalry. Perhaps it is because learning horseback archery in the Central Plains is just equivalent to learning spearmanship, and the internal energy is the same."

"It's great if you can learn it, but it's a pity if you can't."

"But in the Western Regions, horseback archery is life and death."

"The people of the Western Regions are not proficient in martial arts. Whether in terms of discipline, battle formations, or coordination, they cannot be compared with the second-line troops of the Central Plains. Even the third-line troops defending the city are stronger than them."

"But they fought for survival in this harsh environment at a young age. They developed extremely strong archery skills. They can shoot six out of ten arrows at high speeds to hit antelopes jumping back and forth. This is very deadly on the battlefield."

Fan Qing gave an example: "Although warriors at the entry level can already use internal Qi to cover their weapons, and the internal Qi of the second level can leave their bodies, their strength and defense are like wearing a layer of leather armor, but everyone in the second-line corps practices martial arts, and only the sergeant is an entry-level warrior."

"And the arrows shot from the Western Rangers' horse bows are enough to kill unsuspecting warriors who have mastered internal energy."

"This will allow them to be on par with the second-tier regiments where everyone has internal energy. Even those first-tier regiments whose individual strength is made up of inbound warriors can use long-range harassment tactics with the help of mounted archery."

“This is a special type of soldier.”

"Their past experiences give them the strength to protect themselves in this chaotic world."

"Just, my lord."

After Fan Qing mentioned all these advantages, a trace of headache finally appeared on his face: "We don't have a cavalry archery general."

Li Guanyi: “…………”

Fan Qing grinned and said, "In other words, our Qilin Army was trained according to General Yuwen Tianxian's method. We are good at heavy armored shield infantry, armored cavalry, and Mohist machine guns, but we are not good at cavalry archery harassment tactics."

"Even General Ling Pingyang."

"Yu Wenhua, that show-off."

"They are good at using heavy cavalry with heavy spears to break into the battle formation from the key points on the flanks, cut the battlefield, and prevent the enemy's army from forming a battle formation, seize our battlefield dominance, and then, when we have an absolute advantage, harvest the opponent's tactics from the rear and the side."

"I'm really not good at horseback archery." "Without a horseback archery general, even if the Western Rangers are special, we can't really bring out their strength. The scattered soldiers can't protect their families."

Li Guanyi reached out and touched the eagle's feathers, saying:
"A general of cavalry and archery..."

He thought of the Taiping Army's top cavalry and archery commander.

The Archery General, the Commander of the Archer Cavalry of Duke Taiping, Wang Shunchen.

While defending the city alone, Li Guanyi was a top cavalry archer who shot more than 3,000 arrows and suppressed the Qiang people's siege vanguard. More than ten years ago, after the death of his father, Li Guanyi was heartbroken and came to the Daqizhai in the Western Regions alone, where he spent his days drinking and enjoying beautiful women.

Li Guanyi said: "First, teach them some internal energy techniques to strengthen their bodies."

"Then we will follow the basic battle formation and practice the method of [One Breath, One Branch] to improve our coordination. Master Yuwen Tianxian has taught us how to coordinate multiple arms, including archers. Although they can only be considered as commanders, it is not impossible."

Fan Qing nodded.

Zhangsun Wuchou hesitated and said, "My lord, if you teach them the inner energy of the Central Plains, won't you worry that they will run away?"

Li Guanyi smiled calmly and said, "It's okay."

Changsun Wuchou was surprised.

Li Guanyi replied: "The reason Changsun said they fled here was probably because they would leave us, seek stability, or seek refuge with the city-state nobles, right? Don't worry, they don't want to take risks, and they will leave with this little internal strength."

"As for joining the city-state nobles..."

Changsun Wuchou saw the young prince smiled, but there was no smile on his face.

He stood up, and the eagle on his arm spread its wings. Its wingspan was larger than that of an ordinary person, covering the sky behind the young prince. Li Guanyi replied:
"Even if you leave me, you won't be able to integrate with the nobles in the Western Regions because there is a class conflict between them. This cannot be changed by personal will anyway."

"The nobles of the Western Regions oppressed them and lived by sucking their flesh and blood. They were oppressed to the point where it was difficult for them to survive. This is the most naked, fierce and sharp thing. It is not something that can be changed by just one or two people."

Changsun Wuchou looked into those eyes. It seemed as if these words had completely described the three hundred years of constant conflict and turbulent times in the Western Region. Changsun Wuchou was filled with emotion. After a long while, he slowly said:

"……Yes."

This huge team headed towards its designated destination.

During this process, the problem solved by Hou Zhongyu's corpse-dissolving powder was finally discovered - it was not that Hou Zhongyu's powder was ineffective, but rather that the corpse-dissolving powder was too effective.

As a result, the team led by Huyan Yinshi, who was providing supplies to the front line, disappeared completely. As a result, neither Huyan Yinshi's father nor the front line had ever seen their troops, and they sent messages to each other via flying eagles and cursed at each other.

Huyan Yinshi's father became suspicious and wrote letters to the cities along the way. He found out that his son had not been able to reach the second city and had disappeared without a sound. Then he discovered that the tribe that was supposed to survive on this road and live by the water had also disappeared.

Only then did they realize it, and sent a team with hunting dogs with a keen sense of smell to search back and forth, and finally found the place, but they dug very deep in the large area and still couldn't find it -

Apart from the soil that had turned crimson due to mixing with blood, not even any clothes or bones were found.

It was as if it had evaporated into thin air.

Said the land turned red.

But on every piece of land in the Western Regions, is there any inch that has not been soaked in the blood of the people and turned black and red long ago?
Finally, the front line of Huyan's tribe was broken by the Wolf King's troops. The general of the Huyan tribe shouted: "Huyan Yinshi, you destroyed my supply and disrupted my army's morale. If it weren't for this, we would never have suffered such a disastrous defeat!"

The little wolf king Chen Wenmian interrogated the situation and found out about this.

He was always very careful and could not help but say to the counselor beside him: "I heard that Li Guanyi, the Marquis of Qin, has a trick that he seems to have learned from Hou Zhongyu, the chief magician of the court of Chen State. He can turn corpses into blood. Could it be that he has come up with such a trick?"

But after thinking about it, I felt it was impossible.

after all--

"I heard that the people over there not only killed Hu Yanyinshi's troops, but also robbed all the supplies, food, gold and silver. They seem more like bandits in the desert, not like the princes of the Central Plains."

"The world has been in turmoil for more than three hundred years."

"How can there be such a poor and plundering prince!"

Chen Wenmian was born into a royal family, and all the princes he met enjoyed the greatest power and wealth in the world. He immediately dispelled this suspicion and killed the general of the Huyan family with just one shot. He said, "Besides, I just heard about Li Guanyi casting a weapon half a month ago."

"Standardize weights and measures, standardize wheels and writing systems."

"Integrate the 18 states in the south of the Yangtze River into one, called Shenzhou."

"They acted recklessly, disrupted the ritual of praying for rain, abolished the annual sacrifices, and did such a big thing. How could they have crossed 20,000 miles of territory and arrived in the Western Regions in just half a month and done such a big thing?"

Chen Wenmian shook his head and said, "But Li Guanyi is not here, so he may not be a general of the Tiance Mansion or the Qilin Army. Let's send someone to investigate."

"Li Guanyi will definitely come to the Western Regions someday, so it is only natural that he would send someone here in advance."

"As for him coming in person, that's unlikely."

He held the Xuanbing heavy spear in his hand and said to the counselor beside him:
"Qin Wuhou is also an old friend of mine. Two years ago, I wanted to recruit him, but he pretended to be stupid and refused. At that time, I was still in Jiangzhou City of Chen State, and I saw his heroic demeanor when he won the championship in the grand martial arts competition held every ten years."

"At that time, I was the crown prince and could not perform martial arts on stage. I could only watch him being so majestic."

"If this Qin Wuhou comes."

"I do have the idea of ​​competing with this world-famous general, the best of the younger generation. Even if I lose, I will feel happy."

He paused, stroked the spear in his hand, and said:
"Besides, he is in Jiangnan and I am in the Western Regions."

"They are all galloping around the world."

"I may not lose either."

At this moment, Huyan Chengji, the head of the Huyan family, knew that his front line had been defeated and his son had died in battle. He was extremely angry and sent out scouts to investigate early. However, after several days, they really discovered the situation -

Although Li Guanyi and others were cautious, the movement of a large tribe with thousands of people, cattle, sheep and horses in the Western Region was still an extremely eye-catching thing.

And some of the tribal members were from the tribe that used to arrive in Huyan City for trade every year but did not come this year. Putting these two together, Huyan Chengji no longer cared whether this was the real murderer who killed his son.

Yes or no.

He needs to vent his anger through killing.

He needs to use killing to re-strengthen his authority as the lord of the city-state!

Whether for emotional release or for political purposes, it is necessary to immediately hold a military hunting activity, and the wealth of this nomadic tribe is enough for a hunting trip.

So Huyan Chengji assembled his troops and planned to surround and kill them completely.

There are tens of thousands of cavalrymen, all of whom are elite soldiers. Although most of them are wearing leather armor, these cavalrymen are professional soldiers who eat meat and practice martial arts every day. They are the weapons that Huyan Chengji uses to protect the dignity of his city. When they come out together at this moment, they are like tigers out of the cage, causing unrest around them.

It is absolutely impossible for a mere 1,000 horse archers to resist such an army.

But a few days ago——

The city where the Tiele tribe was located welcomed a special guest.

Qibili was practicing martial arts at that time. He heard someone report that there was a person outside, shouting, "Do you remember the appointment in Jiangzhou two years ago?" His expression changed and he rushed out hastily, only to see a hooded woman.

Qibili shouted: "Who is it?!"

The woman said, "It was the person you worshipped in Jiangzhou City that year who sent me here!"

Qibili quickly led her in. Nangong Wumeng was still a little nervous, with her hand on the weapon at her waist. With a magical weapon and fourth-level martial arts skills, it was not impossible for her to escape if she remained alert.

It was just that Qibili confirmed the handwritten letter from Li Guanyi that she brought, and his expression changed drastically, and he said, "My lord, a letter finally came."

At this time, Nangong Wumeng was also looking at the man. He was not very old, probably just over 30 years old. He had a beard and a firm brow, and looked like a simple and honest tribal leader.

This tribe seems to be very poor and impoverished. Why does Li Guanyi think that they have strong enough reinforcements?

Qibi urged Nangong Wumeng to rest, but at the same time he shouted, "Sir!"

"gentlemen!"

"Mr. Pojun!"

He ran to the front of a courtyard with a big laugh and said, "Just as you expected, the lord has indeed sent a letter! Look, look!"

Nangong Wumeng blinked. The name sounded familiar. He followed and saw a young man playing the piano in the yard. He was calm and composed. His eyes were purple and handsome.
"Everything is within our calculations."

"General Qibi, there is no need to be so excited. You should dispatch troops and attack at any time. This girl is the head of the Tiance Mansion's scouts, Nangong Wumeng, right?"

The handsome strategist smiled and saluted, saying elegantly: "My name is Pojun."

Nangong Wumeng returned the greeting and said, "Mr. Pojun, I remember you."

"Oh?"

"The general often talks about you."

It seemed to be Nangong Wumeng's illusion.

After she finished speaking, the corners of the handsome young wise man's mouth slightly raised, then lowered, and then seemed to be unable to resist raising it again, and this happened several times before he put his fist to his lips, coughed, and said calmly: "My lord, you still remember me."

Nangong Wumeng nodded thoughtfully:
"Yes, he often thinks of you and always says that you are his first adviser."

Pojun raised the corner of his mouth, nodded, and pinched his arm with his drooping fingers.

Restraint, be restrained!

The corners of the mouth are pressed down.

Happy in my heart.

Hahaha, did you hear that? Yaoguang!
My lord, you are always thinking of me. How can you defeat me?
Po Jun was calm and asked about the situation for a while, understating it and asking casually, "However, I heard that there seems to be an astrologer in the Qilin Army. I wonder if Miss Nangong knows about it?"

Nangong Wumeng held the tea and said, "Miss Yaoguang, you know."

She took a sip of tea: "I should stay with General Li Guanyi for now."

"On a horse."

"Wait till we get there?"

Po Jun said: "Oh, so that's how it is..."

The voice paused.

Then, the graceful, peaceful smile of the young strategist who seemed to have everything under control froze little by little:

"Um???"

(End of this chapter)