Chapter 214: The Sollen Smoke in the Desert

The map of the hundred generals slowly opened finally emitted a ray of light, covering Qin Qiong who was using his trump card. It was Qin Shubao.

The two major door gods are one of them, which is quite good. You must be content with being a person. However, Yuchi Gong should be more tough when he leads troops to fight. Qin Qiong is not bad at martial arts. The most important thing is that he is good at making friends, otherwise there would be no such thing as Sai Mengchang.

Both of them have their own advantages. After getting Qin Qiong, Leng Zhuo was satisfied. Looking at the tenth page, Qin Qiong appeared in the picture of the hundred generals and was ready to go back, but Leng Zhuo waited for a long time, and it seemed that the picture of the hundred generals was still not closed, and he showed no sign of being sucked back to the space and space.

It’s not bad, it’s God, I don’t play like this. If I can’t go back, will he become a lonely ghost?

Just as Leng Zhuo was shivering all over, Qin Shubao turned over that page, and then suddenly shot down another beam of light from the eleventh page, covering the black-faced Yuchi Gong who had come out of the Tang army group. Seeing Yuchi Gong slowly appearing on the map of the hundred generals, Leng Zhuo almost drooled.

So happy that he actually created a pair of martial arts in one go. He is so fucking tough!

I have Qin Qiong in my left hand and Yuchi Gong in my right hand. I don’t have to worry about sleeping. I don’t know if the summons in the future are always a pair of generals. If that’s the case, it will be great.

This time, the Hundred Generals Map was not in this space. When Yuchi Gong appeared on the Hundred Generals Map, Leng Zhuo immediately took two major generals to travel through time and space and return to the underground secret room of the Leng House.

Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong who were summoned were both young, and they were the same as the previous generals. Although they were not at their peak, they had a lot of room for growth and had the potential of famous generals. With a little guidance, they would become stronger and more awesome generals.

The soul seal was quickly cut out and shot towards the two gate gods. The soul seal was completed without obstruction. Two more powerful generals were released under Leng Zhuo's command. However, how to arrange these two gate gods made Leng Zhuo ponder for a moment. Perhaps it would be a good idea to arrange for the Suzaku Legion, but thinking about it, it would be nice to stay by his side.

The cold wind was already howling on the grassland in November, and the bone-permeable coldness could be clearly felt through a thick sheepskin coat. The Sixth Outpost of Chilechuan is located more than 300 miles north of Wanshou Mountain. This is a pasture that the empire seized from Beihu last time.

As a grassland, the grass here is very rich. Several grasslands flow from south to north on the Chile River. The rivers have nurtured this fertile pasture. However, after this land was occupied by the Dragon tribe, it seems much deserted. The dead grass beside the river is waist-high, but few cattle and sheep are there. Only the whistle tower standing in a flat and vast area has been plowed out, which seems to be used for growing food.

In the north of Chile River, more than 200 cavalrymen flew across the narrow Gobi Desert along the wind, flying sand and stones all the way through the long Gobi Desert of vultures. The Gobi Desert of vultures is the name of this saline-alkali land, which produces natural alkali and saltpeter. For the 100,000-mile grassland, this kind of thing is everywhere and is worthless at all, but in the empire, these things can be sold at a good price.

However, these two hundred cavalry did not stop in this Gobi, which produces saline and saltpeter. After passing through the Gobi, they only had a short rest at night, changed their accompanying mounts and ran away again. On the north side of this vulture Gobi Desert, it was not a large desert, but a wider golden prairie.

Entering here is actually an entry into the heart of the Northern Hu tribes. Here, the nomadic tribes are very dense and powerful, even the imperial army dare not easily conquer this grassland, because it will stimulate the crazy counterattack of the nomadic peoples in the north.

In the history of the Tianlong Empire, there were seventeen conquests of this grassland, which were only four times. Two of them occupied most of the southern grassland, but they lasted for less than ten years and had to withdraw from here again. Two more times, they only severely damaged the Beihu. After a plunder, they retreated back to the south of the Wanbeast Mountain. The remaining thirteen times, each of which was a painful defeat, wasted soldiers and generals, and wasted huge amounts of food and money.

The last northern expedition was the Emperor Shenwu a hundred years ago. That northern expedition drove the Northern Hu who went south to Youzhou out of the Jiuzhou of the Central Plains and penetrated into this golden grassland. However, Emperor Shenwu did not occupy the place, but retreated after robbing it.

In the following hundred years, although the Tianlong Empire continued the revival of Emperor Shenwu and was always tough on the North Hu in military terms, it stopped at the vultures at the farthest point, and no longer went north with this boundary. Even the grasslands south of the Gobi Desert, there were only some sentry towers, and only when they were close to the surrounding Wanshou Mountain would there be pastures and towns.

"The chief of the whistle, behind a mound more than ten miles in front, we found a few tiny smoke. We checked it and found that it was a small tribe with a population of about 500 people!"

Inside the thick cowhide armor, wearing a bulging sheepskin coat, Li Niu, who looked a little bloated, licked his slightly dry lips, and said to Bai Qi, who was wearing only armor, red cloak, and a strong murderous aura around him.

"Have you heard it? Not far ahead there is a nomadic tribe. Today we will rest there, kill all their men, and sleep with their women! Let's go!" Bai Qi said, pulling the reins of the horse and running out far away, and immediately following them were two hundred and seventy-six cavalrymen who also exuded cold murderous aura.

In a flash, the cloud patterned swords were unsheathed with the moonlight. The sound of horse hooves had long been prepared for this small tribe. More than 100 grassland men mobilized their horses' heads, pulled out their swords with them, and under the leadership of the tribe's patriarch, they welcomed the cavalry who visited late at night.

"kill!"

A spear was like a poisonous snake spearing out a letter, flashing with the cold light of the moon, slashing through the air. The patriarch of this small tribe was naturally the most powerful warrior in this tribe. He waved his sword and slashed towards the cold light. With a sound, sparks flew everywhere and the spear was slashed to the side.

However, the tribe leader was not happy. Another cold light had swept through his neck. Blood spewed out like a fountain, forming a blood mist. Bai Qi passed through the blood mist, and a thin strand of vitality as thin as a gossip was sucked into his body, and the murderous aura in his heart also increased a little again.

The murderous aura is a cruel and cruel aura. Practice the Leng family's murderous aura skills. Every time one kills, the murderous aura will condense one point. When the murderous aura accumulates to a certain level, it will backfire itself. The psychic will use spiritual power to fight against the murderous aura to ensure that the body will not be destroyed excessively. However, the murderous aura growth is endless, but the spiritual power growth has bottlenecks.

Leng Wudi's Killing Aura Art is a great success, but it is difficult to overcome the bottleneck period because the murderous aura consumes too much spiritual power. Under the accumulation of murderous aura, it becomes more and more violent. The spiritual power cannot be stopped, which leads to the imbalance of the murderous aura in the body and backfires. Anyone who practices the murderous aura will face this problem. Although murderous aura is a powerful force, it is like an uncontrollable devil.

However, Bai Qi was different. Bai Qi communicated with Kuiba Beast and gained some of the natures of Kuiba Beast, so he devoured his vitality. In this way, every time Bai Qi killed someone, he would accumulate a little murderous aura, but he would also devour a little vitality. The powerful vitality and the growing spiritual power were enough to compete with the accumulation of murderous aura.

Therefore, Bai Qi is destined to go further than Leng Wudi, the inventor of the Killing Aura.

More than one hundred grassland Huqi is very strong. This group of Hu people who grew up on horseback and survived in harsh environments are each born warriors. However, they met Bai Qi and his group, so they were destined to have only one fate.

In the darkness, several herders on the grassland wanted to leave, but they had just ran far away. In the endless darkness, a sharp arrow flew towards one of them, and the remaining two herders quickly pulled the horse into the reins and wanted to turn their heads and escape, but just like a cat and mouse, they had just ran far away. Another secret arrow shot out. In the darkness, two more riders appeared, holding crossbows in the hands of the night, showing a hint of sneer.

In this tribe's prime, all men who were more than the wheels were killed. Without any mercy, the women in the tribe were quickly divided up and rushed into the tent full of sheep smell by these wolves. A series of violent gasps mixed with the woman's gale dissipated in the wind.

The moon is as bright as water.

"Captain, why haven't you rested yet?" Li Niu stepped into the camp and glanced at the Hu girl who was trembling in the corner of the camp, hugged her in a group, turned her head and looked at Bai Qi, "Boss, these two are still young, and they are the most beautiful in this tribe!"

"Cows and sheep, have the property counted?" Bai Qi didn't even raise his head, looked at a map under the candlelight, and used a pen to draw it carefully on it.

"Hehe, the Golden Plain is indeed rich. It is just a small tribe. It contains no less than three thousand sheep, and there are more than 300 good horses, mares and ponies. In addition, some good animal skins were found, about a thousand pieces, two small bags of golden sand, and thousands of taels of broken silver. In addition, more than two thousand silver coins, more than one hundred gold coins, and some exquisite accessories were found. It is almost all worth taking away!

"How many little boys can be taken away!"

"As the boss told me, I will select those five or six years old, and there are about twenty or so!"

"About tomorrow morning, I will find another tribe to take action, and then go back. Take all the things I can take back. It will snow soon. I will suffer this winter! Okay, you go out!" Bai Qi waved his hand and said.

"Hehe, boss, enjoy it. Although these Hu girls have a smell of mutton, their bodies are much stronger than those of our girls!"

"Get out now!"

Bai Qi turned around, looked at the two Hu girls who were secretly watching him, stood up, picked up a piece of animal skin and threw it over: "Let's sleep!" Then he walked alone to the place covered with golden yang grass and thick animal skin, and lay down.

The beast oil lamp swayed in the camp. In the dim light and shadow, Bai Qi closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep, but he still held the hilt of the scimitar in his hand.
Chapter completed!