The red fireworks suddenly rose from the ground, and the rolling black smoke rushed into the sky.;

Looking down from Mount Buzhou, you can only see sparks on the ground within a radius of thousands of miles. If you put aside the background of this war, everything in front of you will feel very spectacular, but Altai was not in the mood to enjoy such beautiful scenery, because he knew that among the sparks at the foot of the mountain, there were his home, an elderly man and a gentle wife, and his ignorant baby.

"Nichiri, Mama Wuma!"

Altai shouted the names of his wife and mother and rushed down the mountain like a flying thorn. The thorns slashed their clothes and pierced them deeply into the flesh. But he couldn't feel any pain. He thought in his heart just what happened to the tribesmen now? Maybe his wife and children could escape this disaster? He didn't even have time to think about why those mysterious people let him go.

When Altai stumbled back to the tribe, he could hardly believe his eyes. The familiar grasslands in the past had turned into a charred land, and all the familiar tribe members were lying in pools of blood. On the ground, on the trees, even on the stones pressed by grass were covered with arrow marks everywhere, and all the tents were burned. Altai's eyes turned red, and he saw some young bodies lying in some burnt tents, and the deepest fear was revealed in those once innocent eyes.

"Niqiri! Ma Wuma! Sangjie! Azaxi!"

“Baba…”

A lamb who didn't know how to escape the catastrophe jumped out of the pile of stones. When he saw Altai, he felt like he had seen his relatives, bleating around him. Altai recognized at a glance that this was the little lamb called "Fruu" and was born half a month ago. Now the lamb is still there, where is his dear Nichiri? He stroked the lamb's head. Altai was a little afraid to look at the broken tent in front of the left. The tent had been burned halfway, but he could still vaguely recognize the patterns on the tent. It was a pattern of light embroidered by Nichiri himself. There was a little black blood stain at the center of the pattern. I remember that it was left by Nichiri who accidentally pierced his finger.

The lamb is ignorant. Altai can turn the beginning on purpose, but it wants to find its mistress. Looking at the tent, the lamb suddenly jumped out of Altai's arms and bleated into the broken tent. Here she lay her mistress and little master, but why did the mistress's face turn black? Why did the little master ignore it? The lamb felt that she was neglected, so she bleated in grievance, as if she was acting coquettishly towards Altai.

"Nichiri... Mawuma... Azaxi, Sangjie!"

Altai finally couldn't help but rush into the tent. When he saw four charred corpses of different sizes, the strong man with a strong seed was crying like a child and fell to the ground. He cried like a child. I don't know how long he had cried, Altai suddenly stood up and raised his arms diagonally above his head. He roared towards the sky and roared towards the sky, and the shrill roar was transmitted from afar. Like a wounded lone wolf!

"Devils from the West, I have recorded hatred as deep as the sea and as high as the sky. Altai will offer life and light and fight with you until death! My mother, my wife, my children... Please testify to me!"

"Baoba..." The lamb looked at Altai who was crying, as if he suddenly understood something. He jumped into the male owner's arms and stuck out his little tongue and gently licked the back of Altai's hand.

This night, Altai would always wake up from his dreams and cry, and the lamb in his arms was "Frue" crying all night. The next morning, Altai finally wiped away his tears, picked up his lamb, carried two sharp arrows on his shoulders, and walked step by step towards the distance. He didn't know where to look for the "Emunique of Light" in the tribe legend, so he could only identify the East. That is where the sun rises. If the God of Light sends an envoy to save the grasslands of the Western Regions, he will definitely come from the East!

Tragedies like Altai were not only performed in Altai's tribes. In just two days and nights, the city walls on the east side of Buzhou Mountain were both robbed. In addition to some of the forces close to Persia, the Shanrong, Bairong, Xirong, Qiangrong, Shanturong, and Xixu Yasai races were attacked by the Persian army almost at the same time. Except for several stronger tribes who could barely support the territory, most of them were swept to flat ground, and the tribes collapsed and went into exile everywhere.

Even Bai Dong did not expect that Chenggu Zhurong would be so vulnerable. In fact, the Persians also thanked Sun Bin and Silde. Since Silde killed Queen Sezun, the Chenggu area has no strong power, and no one suppressed the major tribes, and they have continued to fight each other. Bai Dong used the wool economy to deceive many young and middle-aged tribes into going to the Qin Dynasty. The money was more than before, but the strength of the tribe was greatly reduced. This time Alibaba launched a large army of Huatsmo Province, with an army of 80,000 people, and it was overwhelmed like a tsunami. How could these tribes withstand it? It was not easy to support two days and nights.

"The city wall has now become a hell of horror. Just like the story you told me, if we send troops at this time, we can help some tribes and help build the prestige of Lao Qin. But I don't understand why the army was so slow that it was because these surrendered soldiers from Wei State deliberately delayed their efforts? If so, I can lead the army of Bai and Meng families first, and I will definitely win in one battle!"

The Persians' purpose was not only the Western Regions, but also the huge interests of Lao Qin in the Western Regions. This was like the Russian and American battle for hegemony in the Middle East, aiming to oil in the Middle East. And who is the Western Regions now? It is Bai Dong, the Western Lord! Of course, he could not sit idly by and watch his people suffer from the war. Therefore, after the Persians crossed the Pamir Plateau and invaded the Western Regions, Bai Dong ordered troops to be sent. Thirty thousand military soldiers and the elite troops of the Meng and Bai families were fighting for a hundred battles, a total of 40,000 troops advanced westward. For a while, the military flags were despised and the war horses were neighing.

"You have learned the geography course. Wu Zhuan should have told you that the air pressure in the plateau areas with higher altitudes is lower than the standard atmospheric pressure, and the rice and wheat in Lao Qin can only reach 90% maturity. This is not the key. Most of the soldiers of Wei and Qin are used to living in plains and can barely adapt in the eastern and central parts of the Western Regions, but once they enter the plateau area, they will have various adverse reactions and their combat effectiveness will be severely reduced. Chenggu area is adjacent to Buzhou Mountain, which is the standard plateau climate. The Persian soldiers under Alibaba live in the Huashuzimo area. They wear linen armor and can adapt to the plateau areas better. But we can't. If we fight with them in the Chenggu area, even if we can barely win, there will be heavy casualties..."

It was so relaxed with Bai Dong, a famous soldier of Sun Bin and Pang Juan. He sat in a chariot moving forward steadily, holding a large bowl of iced grapes in his hand. He tasted the grapes along the way while enjoying the beautiful scenery of the Western Regions. It made people feel like he was traveling, not fighting. Bai Dong threw two grapes into his mouth and signaled that Silde would eat a few, which would be impossible for the generals to be so uneasy.

"Aren't you and Senior Brother Sun studying 'mobile warfare' recently? The essence of mobile warfare is not just his own movement, so why not use it as a donkey? You also have to move the enemy, lure the enemy to move, and even force it to move. The plateau is not suitable for our army to fight, so just walk slowly and wait until the Persians come down from the plateau. They come to the Western Regions not to occupy the poor and lonely areas of the city area. It would be better to stay in the Huatsmo. Alibaba values ​​the fertile grasslands in the central Western Regions and the wool that can be exchanged for money! The slower our army seems to be, the more he will feel at ease and boldly rush down from the plateau..."

Silde's eyes were straightened when he heard this. Although he was a military genius, he was always at the tactical level. How could he have strategic thinking? Even the content recorded in Sun Tzu's Art of War was mostly tactical methods, and the real strategic level was limited! Unconsciously, he regarded Bai Dong as a celestial being and said in a daze: "Teacher, what is a donkey?"

"Uh... don't worry, when you arrive at the thorn mold, you will see a donkey and something called a camel. Our army wants to travel to the thorn mold far away, and in the future, we will have to go to the farther West. It's not enough to rely on horses alone, and it will be impossible to move without these two things."

When Bai Dong was a little excited when he thought that Lao Qin's camel caravan would travel through the deserts of Central Asia to Europe in the future, including countless cheap and hard-working donkeys, he threw two grapes into his mouth and sang in a man's voice: "I have a little donkey, I never ride it. One day I rode it to the market on a whim. I was holding a small whip in my hand, and I was proud. Somehow, I fell all over the mud..."

Silde's heart was swaying. For some reason, after listening to the teacher's song, he actually evoked his longing for his mother. I still remember that when he was ignorant and unknown, there was a similar melody in his ears, which was so warm... The teacher is so amazing, he can even sing such a song? He is so capable that he can do everything! But I'm marrying Dingcao'er! He was thinking randomly and had no logic at all. He just felt that the teacher was very friendly, and people always wanted to stay by his "old man" for a moment.

"Honor, our way is blocked."

"Oh? It's blocked, are there enemies here?"

With Sun Bin and Pang Juan leading the army, he is a fool. Bai Dong simply brought the strong Bai family and more than 2,000 soldiers from the Meng and Bai tribes far behind the army, ten miles away from the army led by Sun Bin and Pang Juan. However, there are still hundreds of miles away from the city area. Even some Western Rong people around him were affected by the wool economy and had a good impression of Qin. Bai Dong was really curious about which tribe was so unhappy and dared to block himself?

"Hehe, there is no enemy. It's just a slutty guy, but judging from his appearance, he seems to be a tough guy."

It was Nie Zhu who ran back and forth. Seeing his excited look on his face, it seemed that his lover was blocking in front of Bai Dong.

"Oh, so interesting? Let's go and have a look." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!

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