We cannot hope that Amler can just catch up, we must have backup plans.

Yan Qing lowered his head, thousands of thoughts passing through his mind, and finally fixed his sight on the territory of the Qiang Kingdom.

Getting rid of the Qiang country will be done once and for all!

be quick!

If Amler cannot protect the Marquis Dingyuan of Daliang, they must seize the imperial court of Qiang before the news of Marquis Dingyuan’s death reaches Daliang, chop off the head of the Qiang leader and send it to Daliang, so that the Emperor of Daliang does not send troops.

reasons.

Assuming that there are five thousand poisonous people in the Qiang Kingdom, and three thousand appear on the southwest border, there will be more than two thousand poisonous people stationed in the imperial court of the Qiang Kingdom.

If you want to quickly capture the imperial court of the Qiang Kingdom, chop off the head of the Qiang Kingdom's leader, and appease the anger of Emperor Liang, you must first deal with these untouchable poisonous people.

Yan Qing raised his head, faced Yan Qi who had just returned, and said: "Go there in person and ask Mu Lao to come out."

Hearing this, Yan Qi was slightly shocked.

Mu Lao was a great witch of the original Qiang Imperial Court, who was especially good at the art of devouring poisons. Because he was unwilling to help the Qiang Imperial Court cultivate poisoners, he was assassinated by the Qiang ruler, and fled to Western Xinjiang to work for Yan Xiu.

He was saved and later joined ANBU.

After training his disciple Amler, he half-hidden in the city and worked as a barefoot doctor in a small town under Er County. He wanted to live out his life, but ended his life.

From then on, almost nothing that happened to Anbu would be blamed on him.

Now that Yan Qing actually wants Mu Lao to come out of the mountain, it can be seen that this matter has become serious and it is time to use all his strength.

Yan Qi was silent for a moment and said: "I'm leaving, Master, who will protect your safety? Why don't you let Hong Ying go. Hong Ying has fast feet, and now we are racing against time, so he is the right person."

"I have Hongzhuang and others around me, so nothing will happen to me. And am I the kind of person who needs protection at all times?"

Yan Qing softened his expression and asked half-jokingly, and then said solemnly, "Mu Nao is already old, and he shouldn't be allowed to get involved in these things anymore. But now that the situation is like this, I have to ask him to come out. If I can't get away,

I should personally invite him to show my respect for him. Now I can only entrust him to you, so I must not disrespect him."

The temperament of such an elderly and extremely capable person is also difficult to figure out.

Yan Qing did not dare to bet that Mu Lao would not care about his disrespect for him because of the critical situation.

That old naughty boy used to lose face to everyone, and his actions all depended on his mood.

Yan Qi stopped talking and stared at Yan Qing for a moment. When Yan Qing finally raised his eyes and looked over, he lowered his head and said respectfully: "I accept your order."

"Be careful on the road."

Yan Qing warned.

Yan Qi nodded, took a step, but then turned back: "I'll send Hong Ying to follow you."

Seeing Yan Qi's uneasy expression, Yan Qing lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and reluctantly compromised: "It's up to you."

Only then did Yan Qi leave the camp.

In the middle of the night, with the lights in Yan Qing's tent still on, Hongzhuang strode in with a military report: "General, urgent report from Taril! Wen Zhemao has captured Taril."

Yan Qing paused while sketching in the military register, raised his head and asked her: "What?"

Hongzhuang repeated the contents of the military report.

The bright red cinnabar dripped onto the paper and spread out.

When he heard that Taril had been captured and there were no survivors in the city, Yan Qing's heart was empty. His mind was filled with military strategies. He went blank for a moment and asked almost subconsciously: "King Shu has been captured?"

Hongzhuang shook her head: "There is no news about His Royal Highness Prince Shu."

Yan Qing tightened his knuckles and lowered his eyelashes. He couldn't tell whether he breathed a sigh of relief or a sigh of relief.

No news is the best news.

Yan Qing seemed to be comforted by these words. He calmed down and put down his pen: "Send the order to the entire army and set off!"

April 21, the fourth year of Qianyuan, the North Gate of Tahrir.

Yan Qing led 15,000 people to camp on the outskirts of the northern city of Tahrir. When the scouts reported that there was no one guarding the northern city gate, he broke camp and marched.

As we got closer, we could see the upper part of the west city tower was filled with smoke and the remaining smoke lingered, and there were even more corpses and bones underneath.

Before Yan Qing could ask the scouts about the battle situation in the west city tower, he saw Wen Zhemao at the gate of the north city leading the army out of the city with a tied-up woman in his arms.

The two armies faced each other, and after a brief moment of stunned silence, there was a bloody massacre.

There was no rehearsal, no tactics, no battle formations. The two sides fought against each other, fighting hand to hand, and their swords were stained with blood.

Yan Qing led his men against Wen Zhemao and Lu Ge.

When the long gun came, Wen Zhemao's expression changed, he reined in his horse and retreated: "Dotulu!"

Dotulu, who was following Wen Zhemao on guard, was about to take advantage of the chaos to twist off Wen Zhemao's head and rescue his princess, but saw Wen Zhemao suddenly retreat, holding Masado hostage, and giving him orders.

"Kill her!"

Wen Zhemao pointed his long sword at Yan Qing, who was fighting with Luge, and said to Dotulu, "This woman is the general of this army. If you kill her, these people will not be afraid."

As he spoke, Wen Zhemao saw Dotulu staring at him with an unkind expression, and raised his hand to strangle Masado by the neck, threatening, "Or, if you want your princess, bury her with me."

Wen Zhemao is very clear about his own strength. In a head-to-head encounter, he is no match for Yan Qing, who has been on the battlefield for many years and cannot even defeat Li Dingshan.

But there are many good players around him, and he can't afford to confront Yan Qing directly before exhausting the value of these people.

As a guard of the Xirong royal family, Dotulu is known as the first warrior of Xirong. Even if he cannot kill Yan Qing, he will definitely consume a lot of Yan Qing's physical strength.

With this in mind, Wen Zhemao took Masado hostage and retreated into the army. He kept holding Masado's throat and staring at Dotulu.

Even though Dotulu didn't want to listen to Wen Zhemao's words, he had to turn around and charge towards Yan Qing, who was fighting with Lu Ge.

A pair of powerful giant hammers swung up and smashed towards Yan Qing without distinguishing between friend and foe.

Yan Qing, who was fighting with Lu Ge, couldn't dodge in time, and was about to be hit by the giant hammer. Suddenly, a long sword came out of the diagonal stab, and swept the giant hammer with four or two strokes, forcibly changing the direction of the giant hammer.

, causing it to hit Luge who was fighting with Yan Qing.

Luger quickly dodged, but Yan Qing seized the opportunity and immediately turned sideways, brushing against the strong wind caused by the swing of the giant hammer. He turned around and hung his legs on the horse. Instead of retreating, he approached closer and bullied Luger's horse.

With the butt of the spear propped on the ground, Yan Qing tightly grasped the upper part of the barrel of the spear, held the head of the spear, and stabbed the horse's neck diagonally under Luger.

The war horse was in pain, raised its hooves and roared. It collided with Dotulu's double hammers that were thrown away and could not hold back, and was immediately knocked away.

Luger on the horse was also thrown away and rolled off the horse. Before he could even land on the ground to adjust his body, he was killed by the red-eyed soldiers who slashed with their swords indiscriminately.

Dotulu was furious and swung his hammers left and right, sweeping towards Yan Qing and Hongzhuang.
Chapter completed!