Iron Wolf Valley.

Nalan Wangjun, the commander's tent.

A young man with clear eyebrows, lying on his side in a chair with his legs raised high, was casually eating the local products of his hometown.

The whole person, with an exaggerated demeanor and lazy movements.

If it weren't for the armor with a bright silver sheen, it would be hard to imagine that this young man would have the responsibility of a coach.

Golden Vulture Technique.

This time, as the commander of the 80,000 private army of the Nalan royal family, he was responsible for besieging the Iron Wolf Valley, and tried to break the barrier and strive to snatch back Taermu City and Chaoge City.

The enemy he faced was none other than Chen Qingzhi, who was known as the white horse silver gun on the grassland.

"Chen Qingzhi, Chen Qingzhi, your Shura heavy horse is known as indestructible, this time, Lao Tzu will break your bones well."

Jin Wushu stood up, pulled out a silk scarf, and while slowly wiping his hands, he shook his silver armor and raised his eyebrows to look at his lieutenant, "What's the situation over there Chen Qingzhi?" ”

"I don't know yet."

The deputy general with thick eyebrows and big eyes and rough facial features in front of him, after completing the report, sneered, "Maybe I'm afraid, but now I'm cowering in the camp tent, and I don't dare to go on the expedition." ”

"Just you talk a lot."

Jin Wushu shook his head with a smile, and clasped his index finger at the Iron Wolf Valley sand table that was piled up from the sand in front of him, "I heard that he still has four thousand heavy horses, but he didn't have time to withdraw to Talmu?" ”

The adjutant general's eyes lit up, "What do you mean?" ”

"Smack."

Jin Wushu slapped down, and the sand table that was buckled was heavily flattened, "Send 20,000 people to encircle and suppress at night, remember, not one is left." ”

"Command."

The lieutenant turned to leave, and after a while, near the valley, the roar of thousands of galloping horses sounded.

The night in the valley is quiet and serene.

Near dusk, there was also a heavy fog, which became larger and larger as time passed, like a white silk cloth that stretched for tens of thousands of meters, and finally even covered Ulaanbaatar.

Because it was already dark, it was time for dinner.

The restaurants operating around are crowded and noisy, and as soon as a few people get together, they immediately chatter for a long time.

Now, the appearance of a large-scale Nalan King army in the Iron Wolf Valley has naturally attracted the attention of all parties.

A few rough men, mixed with girls of three or two, were sitting in the restaurant, talking about the strategic situation and analyzing the pros and cons.

However, because the gap between the advantages and disadvantages of the two sides is too obvious, they are basically not optimistic, and Chen Qingzhi can win this time.

After all, 80,000 people fight 20,000 people, as long as the brain called Jin Wushu does not enter the water, it will definitely win.

Talking about the excitement, the liquor is down.

Immediately, there was another loud burst of laughter.

In this restaurant, near the main entrance, a man in a black robe didn't care about the laughter of the outside world.

He sat quietly nearby, silent.

Because considering this sudden battle, he was too caught off guard, and he didn't have time to wait until he returned to Chen Qingzhi's camp before quickly arranging his troops.

So, taking advantage of the gap of a simple rest, he took local materials and deduced the situation alone.

Click.

A bowl of white rice, buckled on the table.

He picked up a chopstick and divided it left and right according to a certain proportion.

Then, a part of it is cut and moved slowly, and so on, layer by layer.

The seemingly chaotic movements, each time they are distributed, are sent out of fine considerations, and outsiders may not understand it, but they know it in vain.

Over time, such a strange scene.

Naturally, it attracts the attention of the surrounding diners.

At the beginning, everyone was thinking of watching the excitement, and some people even pointed to their heads, meaning to ask everyone, does this person have a soldier in his brain?

However, the more you look at it, the more wrong it becomes.

The shape of those white rice grains is exactly the same as the sand table deliberately prepared by the soldiers before arranging the formation.

A young man leaned over curiously and asked, "Big brother, what are you doing here?" ”

"Arrange your troops."

"This ......"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then joked, "Don't tell me, you refer to the topography of Iron Wolf Valley to arrange your troops?" ”

Bai Qi smiled rarely, but did not make a sound.

Estimating that it was time to go, Bai Qi quickly stood up, whistled, and after summoning the war horse that had accompanied him all the way, he was ready to leave.

The young man and the diners at the scene all looked at each other.

In the end, the former couldn't bear it, and asked more, "Big brother, your mysterious appearance is quite attractive, why don't you leave a name?" Maybe in the future, we can see you again? ”

Bai Qi was stunned, silent for a few seconds, and turned his back to everyone, "On the grassland, everyone unanimously calls me the God of Killing?!" ”

"But...... I still like the name Little Beggar. ”

The little beggar was nicknamed when Ning Hetu led him back to Ning's house.

It's cheesy, but it sounds comfortable.

After the man left, the young man's eyelashes trembled, and his expression suddenly became extremely stiff.

Immediately, the whole scene sounded a gasp.

"Killing God, isn't that the name of the first general? Don't tell me, that person just now was the Killing God Bai Qi? ”

"My God, it's white up in Ulaanbaatar, this is going to Talmu?"

The young man rubbed his face fiercely, quickly approached the table where Bai Qi had just sat down, and while carefully looking at the rice balls that had been divided into several pieces, he said with palpitations, "It seems that the killing god is really white." ”

"This ......"

"Ladies and gentlemen, who will kill the deer in Iron Wolf Valley, I'm afraid it's not certain now, after all, the most capable killing god on the grassland is here!"

……

After Bai Qi left Ulaanbaatar, he accelerated his future all the way.

The destination, naturally, is Talmu, the Valley of the Iron Wolf.

At this time, Chen Qingzhi had a premonition that the Golden Vulture was going to target the 4,000 heavy cavalry under his command, so he personally led his troops to attack at night, striving to disrupt the opponent's formation first.

When approaching the edge of the canyon, Chen Qingzhi suddenly found a closed path not far away.

A man in black appears.

He was standing on a large blue-brown rock, looking out at the surrounding scene.

"Huh?"

Chen Qingzhi muttered, frowned, and subconsciously pulled the reins of the horse, signaling his subordinates to slow down.

Just as he was about to speak, the man in black squatted down and picked up a pile of dirt, sniffed it, and said in a light tone, "The soil is loose, the valley is predominant, and the terrain is complicated, so it is difficult for the cavalry to break the Nalan King Army." ”

Chen Qingzhi's tiger eyes suddenly glowed red, he took a few deep breaths, and said excitedly, "So? ”

The reason why he was excited was because from the moment Bai Qi squatted down, he guessed who the other party was.

"I'll fight this battle."

Bai Qi turned around, spread out his five fingers, and stretched out to Chen Qingzhi.

Chen Qingzhi raised his right hand in the air, clenched Bai Qi heavily, and called out heavily, "Big brother!" ”

Put your hands together.

One up, one sit, one stand.

They looked at each other and smiled faintly.

They are not blood brothers, but they are better than brothers.

Therefore, we have always shared blessings and hardships!

Four more.

It's a bit late.

Fortunately, it was driven out.

Continue with the codeword.

(End of chapter)