After hearing sporadic answers from several subordinates, Chai Shao nodded and continued to look across the river with his telescope.
"What is the most expensive thing in Datang? Talent!"
Humming this new sentence he learned from Xiao Han, Chai Shao's heart warmed up little by little in the cold night wind!
The peace talks in the DPRK have been decided. Although Chai Shao was unwilling to do so, he also knew that the Tang Dynasty really couldn't stand the trouble anymore.
If we can exchange those dead things that we can't eat or drink in exchange for three years of peace in the Tang Dynasty, this is undoubtedly the most cost-effective deal.
However, before negotiating peace, Chai Shao and Li Shimin, who were well aware of the Turks' greedy nature, decided to give the Turks some gifts, some gifts that would make the Turks fearful, and some gifts that would knock their lion's mouth open!
The night gradually deepened, and the mist covered the stars. Only a crescent moon showed a little light in the sky from time to time.
The Turkic camp became quiet, and even the laughter at the beginning was much quieter. Only the continuous snoring continued to sound.
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"Haha, I have the blessing of my master's magic power, and I will be invincible..."
In the silent camp, suddenly, Jieli Khan's hearty laughter came from the royal tent.
Along with this laughter, a shaman holding a long staff and covered in white robes, whose figure could not be seen clearly, was steadily walking out of the tent.
The shaman carrying the staff walked outside the king's tent, turned around and saluted with one hand, smiled at Jieli Khan who followed him and said: "The Great Khan stayed, Menghe Tengri (the Mongolian translation of Changshengtian, from now on)
Collectively known as Changsheng Tian) is the supreme god in the world. Since the Great Khan was chosen by Changsheng Tian, he is naturally blessed by Changsheng Tian and will not be affected by the power of wind and thunder!"
The half-naked Jieli Khan stood at the door of the tent, and the smile on his face faded little by little: "Master is right! What a shame that the Tang Dynasty people dared to deceive me, and the damn Han slaves also followed suit! I can't
Wait for tomorrow, and kill them both today so that you can vent your hatred."
The shaman did not move. It seemed that what Jieli wanted to kill was not two living people, but two ants, which was not enough to make him feel pity.
"Your Majesty, don't bring troubles to yourself because of the ignorance of sentient beings. Don't make yourself miserable because of the ignorance of sentient beings." Lightly tapping his staff, the shaman said an inscription from Changsheng Tianzhong.
Jieli Khan trembled when he heard this and nodded in agreement.
This scene looked a bit funny in the eyes of Tang people.
The king of a country was actually taught by a magician who pretended to be a magician in front of his face? If this happened to Xiao Lizi, then the best outcome for the magician would probably be to leave his body intact, right?
Of course, if Xiao Han were here at this time, he would definitely give this shaman a thumbs up! And sincerely admire him!
What is a master? This is a master!
He can deceive people, and he can deceive the Turkic Khan, and he can deceive people so much that they feel at ease, and deceive them into being grateful. It is really hard to believe.
Perhaps he was afraid of revealing his secrets by saying too much, so after leaving these two specious words, the shaman held his staff and floated away.
Well, it really floats! Jieli Khan can testify to this!
Because, just when the shaman had walked out no more than ten steps and Jieli hadn't even gotten out of those two sentences.
A loud noise with dazzling light kicked off the grand debut of firearms in this world.
As a witness, Jieli Khan was unfortunate because he was the first person to enjoy the power of regular firearms!
But he was also lucky, because the shaman who was so good at pretending was standing right in front of him!
"Boom..."
A bolt from the blue is not enough to describe the scene in front of Jieli Khan!
In the sudden explosion of flames, a shaman dressed in white floated to the top of the king's tent behind him together with his staff with a "swish" sound.
As for Jieli Khan himself, he didn't even have time to react. He was shaken by the ensuing shock wave and rolled like a gourd on the ground. He raised his head and crashed into the royal tent.
"what happened?!"
"God, God is angry..."
This sudden loud noise woke up all the Turks in the camp!
But when they panicked and drew out their scimitars and prepared to cut them, they realized that they were surrounded by their own people running away. Where was the enemy?
As for the people near the king's tent who accidentally saw the power of firearms, their faces were already dull and their legs were trembling.
Some of the cowardly ones have even knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the heaven to apologize!
"Hahahaha... the five thunders are coming!"
In the distance, Fang Xuanling in the car was laughing wildly, but while laughing, he was also beating a drum in his heart. Why did this thunder sound?
Fang Xuanling and the Turks who were stunned by the bombing did not know that at this time, on the other side of the river, some people were also furious.
"Your uncle! I asked you to take care of it. Who told you to order it now?"
He kicked the frightened fat man away. Hearing the noise coming from the other side of the river, Gouzi suddenly became heartbroken and turned the ratchet of the cart desperately: "Forget it, I can't control it any more! Fight! Fight quickly."
!Run away after the fight!"
At the same time, Chai Shao and others were frightened to death by the sudden explosion! After repeatedly looking at the little sand left in the hourglass, Chai Shao made the same decision as Gouzi!
"beat!!!"
An iron pineapple with red dots flew into the sky, drew a graceful curve in the dark night, crossed the wide Wei River, and fell into the Turkic camp.
"Boom...boom...boom..."
The fire shot into the sky and the sound shook the ground!
The Turks, who had never seen such a scene, were completely crazy. They had no idea where these strange explosions came from. They only knew that with every explosion, someone died.
Those brothers who rode together to plunder during the day have now turned into a pile of mud. Even the flying horse of the divine horse can only lie on the ground and neigh miserably.
It sounds like a long time, but in fact, only a short moment passed.
Each of the five carts was equipped with only three rounds of firearms. After firing these three rounds, they left immediately without any hesitation in fighting.
And these fifteen rounds of black powder, even if they use the best materials and ratios in the world today, cannot achieve the destructive power of future generations. In this night attack, they only killed a few hundred people at most.
The Turks were not as many as Li Jing killed in one battle.
However, its shocking scenes and its incomparable posture cannot be achieved even in ten or hundreds of battles.
("I" was a very common self-title in ancient times, and there was no distinction between high and low. After Qin Shihuang unified the world, when the ministers were discussing the title, Li Si and others suggested that "the emperor calls himself "I"" "Historical Records: The Chronicles of Qin Shihuang"
, since then, this common title for both noble and humble has become the exclusive self-title of the emperor. Later, when the culture of the Central Plains was introduced to the northwest, the title "I" was accepted by the Khans of the Northwest, so the Turkic Khans also called themselves "I")
