The next morning, the ground in Shuozhou.

The Mongolian camp began to set off, and countless soldiers packed up their military tents and prepared to continue to advance, and robbed and killed people in the towns of Shuozhou.

"If they want to hide, they will never come back."

With a command, there were smoke columns rising up in the villages and villages, and they did not disperse for a long time.

The Mongolian Tartars burned the people's homes, and thick smoke rolled into the sky.

Although they are very productive and cannot support their own population, it is professional to destroy them.

The Mongolian Tartars set a fire fully demonstrated this talent and almost burned all the villages.

There was no resistance in the area in front of Shuozhou, and there was no sign of it. It seemed that the door was wide open, but in fact it had completely decided to fight to the end.

Even the Tartars knew this, so their setting fire was somewhat of a vent of anger.

The fat sheep that had been slaughtered for a long time actually wanted to resist, which made them unbearable and there was an inexplicable wrath.

The grain bags they brought were covered with minced meat wrapped in the cattle stomach. Take out a little bit and put it in the water to have a full meal.

And there are special cheeses, which are good things to replenish energy, so the effect of strengthening the walls and clearing the wilderness is not very big. The most important thing is to avoid being captured, becoming cannon fodder, or being tortured and killed.

The endless Mongolian army is indeed large in number. The weapons and armor shine brightly, and it rolls up dust and smoke that is connected to the sky. When you are sleepy, you will take a nap immediately, and when you are hungry, you will chew some dried meat cakes. The horse's material bags are hung on your ears and ride them in turn.

Among the dust and smoke of thousands of troops, there were no more than erect Khan flags, and dozens of generals and thousands of personal guards surrounded him tightly.

There were Mongolian knights running around, reporting on the military situation ahead and conveying the orders of Hebule.

He was not an incompetent person to be able to defeat the heroes on the grassland again and successfully defend the Khan throne.

In fact, before meeting Li Xin, his resume was glamorous and domineering enough, unifying the desert, defeating the Khitan, and then his mind became hot and went south to the Central Plains.

Then he stopped in Datong, failed to break into Hedong, and his hometown was stolen...

There is a saying from the Qiang people that suits him very well, that is, it is not embarrassing to lose to Li Xin.

Hebule was dressed almost the same as his soldiers, with a long sword around his waist, a horse lance and a cavalry bow hanging on his saddle, and a six-scattered bag of feather arrows filled with it.

Dry food and drinking water are exactly the same as ordinary soldiers, except that the leather armor is thicker.

He was very strong, and the muscles on his arms could be seen even through his clothes. He sat on the horse's back and laughed loudly. Even the command was sent, and he was shocked, which caused cheers from the guards around him from time to time.

There are hundreds of tribes in the desert, and they have fought with each other for hundreds of years.

In the past few hundred years, the Mongols were beaten by the Khitans, because they were scattered, fighting each other and hating each other.

When Hebule unified the desert, the Khitan was old and worried and had troubles inside and outside. The huge empire was on the verge of collapse and was beaten up by Hebule. While ending the prestige of the Khitans and the desert, it also established absolute prestige for him in Mongolia and successfully ascended the Khan throne.

There is no doubt that he must have a group of loyal fans with such an experience.

Finally, the army of Hebuli came to a city where flags were erected on the top of the city, facing the wind.

On the city wall, men nervously held the weapons in their hands tightly and stared at the Mongolian Tartars in the distance.

Finally here...

Most people said in their hearts that they have been waiting for too long.

The sounds of countless horse hooves trampling on the suburbs of the city gathered together, making people excited.

The war is about to break out.

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After the battle, the air was filled with the smell of lust. Chen Shou sat on the couch with a golden knife, enjoying the gentle wipe of the little maid.

The moon-white window screen is spreading, and a few rays of autumn wind blow in from time to time, making people feel refreshed.

Tonight, Chen Shou came to see his daughter Chen Xiaoxue, and had supper and slept in Yuan Xinyue's room.

He hadn't come for ten days, and Yuan Xinyue was very attentive and tried her best to serve him. Not only did she personally serve him to wash his feet, but she even felt ashamed of several unwilling postures on weekdays.

Her body was plump and soft, and her voice was tender and soft. Chen Shou was also interested, and he didn't give up until late at night.

Yuan Xinyue lingered around his waist, revealing a rosy cheek under her black hair, and asked, "Master, aren't you still sleeping?"

Chen Shou shook his head with a smile. He received information. During the day today, the Mongolian army headed to the city of Shuozhou.

By now, I guess I have played one game, but I don’t know what the outcome is.

What Chen Shou was even more worried about was whether Xiliang sent troops.

He himself did not think that the military and civilians of Shuozhou could block the Hebu Side. After all, one side was a grassland overlord with a large population, and the other side was a temporary "mob" pieced together.

Yuan Xinyue was wrong, and she blushed and said with some embarrassment: "Yu'er is so powerful, so Yue'er can't stand it. Can you ask someone to call Zhuzhu here?"

The little maid by the bed stepped back with a porcelain basin. Chen Shou put his hands under his head, looked at the bed curtain with his legs raised, and said, "No need, just talk with me."

Yuan Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and put her whole body on Chen Shou, "Master, do you have any worries?"

Chen Shou's words came to his mouth and suddenly lost interest. He sighed and said, "Forget it, you don't understand these things."

Yuan Xinyue looked at him with a frown, feeling a little distressed, and said, "Master, since you have done your best, why bother? I believe there will be good results."

Chen Shou smiled bitterly, hugged her snow shoulders exposed outside, and smiled and said, "You are right, let's sleep, we will know the result tomorrow."

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Fugu, Yao Guan stood under the city with his knife, his eyes closed.

"Sir, Li Wei is moving!"

Behind him, a cavalry rolled down and said with his fists.

Yao Guan's eyes opened quickly, almost squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Send the order, get out!"

There was no sound of drums or drum beats, and the barracks slowly started.

Qin Quan's troops were very imposing under Yao Guan's training. Since he took over the power of this place alone, he has been strictly training the local military camps.

Yao Guan governs the army in one word: Yan.

Their military discipline is the strictest. If they disobey, they will be punished, even if they are relatives of Yao Guan.

He has been sending people to stare at Li Wei. In his opinion, Shuozhou has no power to fight back, only Li Wei is worthy of attention.

If the Xiliang soldiers and horses were inserted into one pole, whether the plan of Hebuli can be completed will be questioned.

The Mongols can fight, and the Western Liang soldiers are not fame, especially Li Wei, who should not be underestimated.

Therefore, Yao Guan installed countless sentry detectives at the border to always pay attention to the movements of Xiliang.

Cutting off Hexi, connecting Jiang Chucai, Wu Meng, and Hebule to his army, and casting a net against the Central Plains was their last chance.
Chapter completed!