Chapter 514: Offensive and defensive changes, Beidi is defeated
"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."
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"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."
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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?"
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..."
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"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?"
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"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."
Barton looked at Qierdan in disbelief.
Instead of bringing his favorite woman, he brought his most hated Ji'an shaman.
This, what is this operation?
"Idiot, with the help of Ji'an Shaman, we have a greater chance of escaping back to the north of Yinshan Mountain."
Only then did Barton react.
Yes, compared to women who only have beautiful faces, Ji'an Shaman looks equally weak, but Ji'an Shaman is a powerful shaman.
He possesses magical powers.
With the blessing of divine magic, their strength will greatly increase.
Moreover, the magic is so magical that they may have unexpected gains.
"Walk!"
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In the quiet night, in the quiet tent, with tears still on his cheeks and a smile on his face, Samole was awakened by a fierce cry of death.
Samole jumped up as if on conditioned reflex, the sword flashed, and the scimitar in his hand was already unsheathed.
"Is there an enemy?"
Samole carefully opened the tent door and looked outside. He found that there were shouts of death everywhere, and there were flashes of light in many places.
"The southerners are here to kill?"
Samole was not as surprised as Qierdan and others. From the moment he saw the Southerners, they left a deep impression on him. They were completely different from the description of the Southerners in the Agudahe tribe.
After this battle, Shamolle regarded the Southerners as the most powerful tribal warriors and did not dare to despise them in the slightest.
Samole quickly picked up the longbow hanging on the wall. This was a weapon commonly used by his father. It was also a treasure passed down from father to son in their family and could not be discarded easily.
Samole packed up some dry food and water, walked out of the tent, jumped up, mounted the horse tied to the tent, looked towards the north, and galloped away without any hesitation.
"Mom, brother, sister, wait for me!"
This was not the choice of a few people such as Qierdan and Samole, but almost the entire Beidi military camp and most of the Beidi soldiers made this choice.
Faced with an unexpected night attack, the first reaction of the Beidi people who were eager to return home was to mount their horses, run north, and go home.
A sword light flashed.
Feeling the warning, Samole jumped off his horse before the sword light arrived, and luckily escaped the fatal blow.
Unfortunately, the horse he was sitting on was not as lucky as he was. It was hit by the sword light and was instantly broken into two pieces.
"Hey, you escaped?"
Qin Hui originally thought that the man would die, and was about to intercept the others, but found that the other man was not dead. He couldn't help but take another look, and immediately recognized Shamolle.
"It turns out it's you! I chased you so hard at first, but now it's finally my turn."
Qin Hui was about to take action when he suddenly sensed danger and quickly dodge.
An arrow landed on the ground where he had been standing.
Then, Qin Hui saw hundreds of elite wolf riders rushing out, protecting the two people in the middle.
"Damn it, this is the leader and shaman of the Beidi tribe. What a bad luck."
Qin Hui was so frightened that he quickly released a flare.
Turn around and run away immediately.
As for the pursuit of Samole, I naturally didn't care about it.
In the darkness, several arrows shot at Qin Hui, blocking almost all his roads.
"Damn it, I'm not going to die here, am I?"
Qin Hui immediately used his secret technique, but he still couldn't dodge. Seeing that he was about to be pierced by the arrow, Qin Hui yelled unwillingly: "No, I don't want to die on the eve of victory."
A flash of sword light shot down the two arrows aimed at Qin Hui.
"Haha, Brother Hui, don't worry, you won't die yet."
Qin Hui opened his eyes and saw that it was Qin Wei. He couldn't help but laughed loudly and said, "Thank you, good brother."
Qin Wei held the long sword in one hand and Qin Hui in the other, and backed away.
He watched helplessly as the elite wolf cavalry protecting the leader and shaman of the Beidi tribe passed by them at lightning speed without slowing down.
Qin Hui said unwillingly: "Let them escape like this."
Qin Wei tightened the long sword in his hand, and he was also unwilling, but said helplessly: "We are no match for them. If we catch up, we will only die."
Qin Hui glanced at the gradually fading signal flares in the sky: "I don't know if anyone noticed the flares I sent. If you come here and chase them, you might be able to catch up."
Qin Wei withdrew his gaze, shook his head at Qin Hui and said: "Have you forgotten the commander's instructions before coming here? Don't fight hard when you encounter a strong enemy, only attack those who are weaker than yourself, and use the fastest speed to
To kill the enemy, our strategic goal this time is to kill Beidi's effective forces as much as possible, weaken Beidi's population as a whole, and prepare for our subsequent attack on Beidi."
Qin Hui said with a look of fascination: "Conquering Beidi, I never dared to think about it before, but I didn't expect that we are doing it now..."
In the past, the Central Plains would experience a spiritual catastrophe every three hundred years. The entire Central Plains was devastated, people were in dire straits, and there was not even one out of ten people left. Facing Beidi, we could only focus on defense. There was no idea of conquering Beidi.
Now, it's different.
Without the catastrophe of the spiritual tide, with the Holy Emperor guarding the Central Plains, their strength has not been reduced, but has greatly increased.
Facing Beidi's 300,000-strong army, they held on and even started a counterattack. They would even attack Beidi in the future.
In the past, I really didn’t dare to think about it.
Qin Wei patted Qin Hui on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Okay, now that you have rested, start moving quickly. There are 300,000 Di people, but we only have more than 50,000 and less than 60,000 people. At least one person must be killed."
Six is the perfect number."
While Qin Hui was using his kung fu to alleviate the sequelae of using secret techniques, he complained: "Do you think I am you? I have just broken through the Golden Core Realm and have the combat power of the middle level of the Golden Core Realm. I can fight across levels. I
But a scout, a scout whose main purpose is reconnaissance."
Qin Wei was about to answer when he suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction.
"There are enemies."
Qin Wei didn't care to speak, turned his body into a sword, and disappeared from the spot, when a sharp shout came from not far away.