"The main function of the Great Wall, in addition to defense, is to transport troops and grain."

Qin Yi witnessed with his own eyes how the nine-county frontier troops stationed at the Great Wall Fortress had fully deployed their troops in just a few days and concentrated on the Changping front line.

"The Ninth Army of Northern Xinjiang is more closely connected than I thought before."

Qin Yi thought that the private armies of the aristocratic families in the north were purely competitive, but he ignored the role of the Great Wall.

"The Great Wall is not independent, it is one."

The Great Wall can effectively connect thousands of miles of defense lines into one.

If there is no problem in the Central Plains, as long as the Great Wall is there, Beidi will not be able to invade.

"The First Emperor is truly a great man of his generation."

…

"Ji'an Shaman, my warriors are eager to return home and don't want to fight anymore. Alas, I am incompetent. Please ask Ji'an Shaman to take action again. Otherwise, I'm afraid... once there is a mutiny and the Ji'an Shaman is attacked...

Please forgive me, shaman."

Qierdan sighed helplessly, put his hand on his chest and bowed his head.

Ji'an Shaman sat high on the altar, stared at Qierdan with red eyes, and sneered: "Qierdan, are you threatening me?"

Qierdan put down his right hand, raised his head, shook his head slowly and said: "No, I was just reminding the shaman."

The Ji'an shaman snorted coldly and said, "Are you brave enough to go against the will of the gods?"

Qierdan took a step forward and said coldly: "Ji'an Shaman, you have to think clearly before speaking. God is protecting us, not persecuting us!"

"You..." Ji Ansha angrily stretched out his trembling finger and pointed at Qierdan.

Ji'an Shaman took a step forward, soared into the air, and his body floated to the same height as Ji'an Shaman. He looked straight at Ji'an Shaman and roared in a low voice: "You are letting the sons of the tribe die, you are going to put all this behind."

Do all sins lie with the gods?"

"I..." Shaman Ji'an was frightened by Qierdan's aura. He couldn't help shrinking his body and subconsciously forced Qierdan's eyes open.

Seeing this scene, Qierdan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and spread his hair automatically. He took a step forward again, and Ji'an Shaman instinctively ducked back. Qierdan was only half way away from Ji'an Shaman.

He stopped when he was just a few steps away and said softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You are not a god."

These shamans have been pretending to be gods for so long that they have almost forgotten that they are just shamans, not gods.

Qierdan sneered and turned to leave.

"Let me know, pack your bags and return north tomorrow."

The cavalry guarding outside the shaman's tent suddenly raised their swords and shouted.

"Long live the Great Khan, long live the Great Khan..."

The Ji'an shaman then sat upright, listening to the cheers outside, staring at the door with malicious eyes, and growled: "Bold, presumptuous, this is blasphemy, the gods will not let you go."

…

Samole hugged his knees and huddled in the tent, staring at the stars in the night sky with numb eyes.

"Aguda, tomorrow it will be my turn. Soon, we will meet at the God's place. If what the shaman said is true."

Then, there was a long silence.

In the silent night, Samole just sat blankly until he suddenly heard someone shouting "Long live the Khan". He suddenly woke up and walked out of the tent. As soon as he got out of the tent, the sound became even louder.

A man walked past the tent, and Samole subconsciously asked: "What's going on?"

"The Great Khan has convinced the shaman to go home tomorrow."

After the man finished speaking, he left in a hurry.

When Samole heard the news, he stood blankly at the door of the tent, his eyes full of surprise, and murmured in disbelief: "Tomorrow, you don't have to die, you can go home, is this true?"

Suddenly, Shamolle's eyes glowed again.

"Home, grandma, younger brother, younger sister..."

Samole squatted on the ground, hugged his head and cried.

"I'm going home. I can see my grandma, brother, and sister again, woo woo..."

…

"What? A full-scale attack?"

Qin Wei, who was meditating, opened his eyes instantly and looked in disbelief at Qin Hui who excitedly told him the news.

Qin Hui replied excitedly: "Yes, I didn't expect it. To be honest, I didn't expect it either. Haha, it's incredible. We are going to gather all the elites of the Eighth Army, step out of the Great Wall, and attack the Beidi army at night."

This is a feat that has never been achieved before in the battle with Beidi.

Qin Wei has been taught by clan science and Qin Xu since he was a child, and his knowledge is naturally extraordinary. He soon realized something and subconsciously said to himself: "We are going to break out of the Great Wall and start a counterattack?"

Qin Hui still laughed excitedly and said. "Yes... Haha, this time, I will definitely kill them all... Huh, why are they the only ones attacking and we are defending? Let's just let those Beidi dogs

Bastards, let’s see how powerful we are.”

Qin Wei shook his head and looked in the direction of the Marshal's Mansion with a complicated expression.

"No, I'm not just talking about this battle, but the big strategy."

Qin Hui was so excited that he didn't react for a moment: "What kind of battle, strategic, Qin Wei, what are you talking about?"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Hui had already reacted. With a look on his face, he said in astonishment: "Qin Wei, what do you mean..."

Qin Wei nodded heavily and said: "Yes, from now on, the offensive and defensive momentum will be easy."

Between them and Beidi, Beidi is no longer attacking, they are defending.

From then on, it was them who attacked and Beidi defended.

"Haha, wouldn't that be more enjoyable?"

…

"kill!"

Qin Wei transformed into a long sword, and a huge sword beam flashed past. In an instant, several people on patrol fell into a pool of blood.

At the same time, the fluorescence of countless Dao Gang Sword Qi lit up from all directions.

The entire Beidi camp instantly became chaotic.

"what happened?"

Qierdan, who had won the battle with the Ji'an shaman, was in a good mood and was playing with a beautiful woman on the bed. Suddenly, the door of the tent was opened and Barton ran in in a hurry.

"Great Khan, no good, Great Khan, night attack, southerners attack at night, chaos, everything outside is in chaos..."

Qierdan stood up suddenly, put on a robe and walked out of the room.

"Night attack? How is this possible? Those cowards from the South still have the courage to go out of the Great Wall and attack Beidi at night?"

Barton kept looking outside the tent, nodded repeatedly, and said in a panic: "Khan, it's chaos, everyone is running, let's, let's run."

Qierdan's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Damn it, why would the Southerners choose this time to attack at night?"

It was just announced tonight that they would return to the north tomorrow, and everyone in the tribe had already flown back to the north of Yinshan Mountain. Faced with the night attack by the southerners, the first thought would be to escape home.

Where might there be a glimmer of possibility of counterattack.

Qierdan was also a decisive person. After thinking about this, he immediately said to Barton: "Let's go."

Barton pointed to the golden throne and said: "Great Khan, throne."

With a wave of his hand, Qierdan put the golden throne into the empty bag, then glanced at the other items in the account with a distressed look, and said without looking back: "Let's go."

"Sweat!" Only then did the beautiful woman react and hurriedly ran to Qierdan.

Barton looked at Cieldan.

This is the most beautiful flower of the Langya tribe.

She is also Cieldan's favorite woman.

I have to take it with me even when I go south.

Never want to be separated for a moment.

Qierdan turned his head and glanced at the beautiful woman, with a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

The sword flashed.

The beautiful woman opened her eyes wide and fell into a pool of blood.

Barton swallowed subconsciously and looked at Qierdan with a horrified expression.

"Sweat profusely..."

Qierdan turned his head and looked at Barton coldly.

"She is alive and will only affect our speed. Let's go and look for Ji'an Shaman. Together, we will return north early."
To be continued...