The Oirats shivered on Wutu Mountain.

Chilawen stared blankly at the Tatars who were constantly rolling down the mountain. They were on fire. They tried to find soil to extinguish them, but the oil splashed out from somewhere had already covered their bodies.

"How can you escape?" Chi Lawen suddenly felt a fever on his cheeks.

It was caused by the fire on the opposite mountain.

He suddenly felt a shock under his feet. Although he knew it was an illusion, an idea couldn't help but come to his mind: "If there is fire under my feet, what should I do now?"

The third camp galloped and swung it without any mercy.

For a moment, the enemy troops on the mountain did not dare to go down, and the Ming troops at the foot of the mountain did not attack.

But the wildfire became bigger and bigger, and the fire took advantage of the wind and turned into a fireball in a moment.

The Oirats suddenly shouted and tried desperately to escape from the back slope.

Wei Yang blocked the road, holding a torch in his hand, and looked at Chi Lawen who was wrapped up by his entourage. Chi Lawen was frightened and retreated, but he tried to find a door to escape from this area from elsewhere.

Wei Yang shook the torch and said indifferently: "Can you still escape after this?" The black cavalry gushed out from behind. There were thousands or tens of thousands of people, and there were feather arrows falling. Chilawen had to retreat again. But he knew that the army had no intention of fighting and had no ambition, so he had to get out of the saddle and dismount, holding up the scimitar and said, "I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender, beg for life!"

There were ten thousand people under his command, and no one resisted.

The fire was seen from afar in Beiting City. Tumen hurriedly ordered people to inquire. After a moment of scattering the scouts, they all rushed back from Wutu Mountain as if they were ghosts and gods. When they entered the city, they reported: "The third battalion of the Ming army has arrived at the foot of the mountain. They burned all the Tatars with tinder oil. The tragic situation is extremely terrifying."

Tumen thought to himself and boldly led two teams of ten thousand people out of the city. However, when he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw that the forest fire had been circled in a circle and could not see anything on the mountain, and he could only see the fire making.

In the firelight, a cavalry several miles behind the mountain stood solemnly, as if mourning, but with the light of the sky, the people of Chagatai saw that they were pitch black all over, with long armor covering their heads and faces, only a pair of eyes reflecting the flames.

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were staring at the Chagatai army. Tumen only took a look and his courage disappeared.

He seemed to see ten thousand tigers and wolves, who stood together with Han Feng.

They seemed to be completely less warm than people's eyes, only the blazing fire was jumping and burning.

"This is not the Ming army, this is the devil who came down from the coldest snowfield!" The princess of the incisor teeth made a sound, and the hand holding the hilt of the knife was no longer strong.

He only thought of one word.

escape!

The farther you escape, the better!

Someone suddenly started to cry. The crying sound was like the cold wind, and it spread throughout the three armies in an instant. One person cried, two people cried, one hundred people cried, and soon thousands of people cried. I don’t know who it was, but suddenly turned his head and rushed into the city like crazy.

Tumen subconsciously turned his horse's head and walked away. When he fled to the city, he saw the torches on the city and Xiaohan was blowing his horns. The figure shaking on the city was like an enemy struggling in a volcano. He suddenly turned around and there was a smell of stirring people's hearts as if he was about to fall into the rivers and seas. It was the smell of being burned to death. Tumen couldn't bear it and screamed, lying on the saddle and vomiting wildly.

The fire burned all night.

The fire was so big that it made the valley white. After the fire dissipated, it started to snow in the valley.

All the eight camps have returned, and the Oirats have surrendered, so there is no need to set up another ambush.

Eight battalions stood behind Wei Yang and watched him stand firmly in the cold wind for a night.

The Golden Tiger made a secret wink, and the other seven people shook their heads quietly.

Wei Yang's mind was not relaxed at all.

This is the battlefield!

He seemed to have a sleep in the middle of the night, hazy, even though the witch incense could not make his blood rush that day.

It seemed that the battle between heaven and man in his mind was "burning the valley above", the "Five Barbarians Rebellion", and the other was a good battlefield with large guns and halberds running scattered. The nameless magical power and various mental methods were running together, and the evil-proof sword technique, the Qingcheng sword technique flowed in lightning. At that time, his heart was in chaos.

Is this OK?

Of course it's good!

Just imagine the 10,000-man team entered Hami City, what kind of Shura blood field would it be?

It is always better for our enemies to be killed than for our enemies to be killed.

But he wouldn't enjoy such a scene.

Therefore, the nameless martial arts failed to make him emotionally fluctuate at all. He only held a belief in his heart: "Waving a sword to kill the enemy is for peace. For peace for all ages, and conquering in this life will continue. I have a great way in my heart. If I encounter an enemy but don't kill it, that is not me; if I kill the enemy and be happy, that is not me. If I use a sword to kill people all over the world today, my descendants will not have to fight for their lives. As the saying goes, 'I have a great spirit', the evil demons and external sermons do not want to disturb my mind!"

At dawn, the fires in the valley were gone, and the dark hills were covered by heavy snow, as if nothing had happened.

Wei Yang had a deep eyebrows, and a burst of sword intent seemed to emerge from his body.

He had been comprehending for several years to achieve the sword intent of the "Yangwu Sword". The purple air flashed on Wei Yang's face, and the long sword in the sheath in his hand buzzed, and the corners of his clothes that were blown by the wind seemed to solidify in the air.

"What's that weird thing? I'm not a devil or a sage." Wei Yang exhaled, turned around slowly, and said slowly, "When the temperature drops and bury them, you can bury them on the slope of Wutu Mountain. Go to the city and ask them to send more than a hundred stonemasons here."

do what?

Crane a monument.

After the troops went up the mountain, they saw corpses everywhere. Although they were covered with snowflakes, they looked like they were in front of them before they died. Some people were snatching the soil on the ground, some tried their best to pierce their heads into the soil layer, and some pulled each other together, and there was a scimitar on each other's necks. They couldn't stand the fire and gritted their teeth to kill each other.

"They were not found, nor could they be found." The golden mark walked up to the top of the mountain and reported.

Wei Yang stood on the top of the mountain holding the hilt, letting the wind roar, and said indifferently: "It's okay to run away, there's no need to look for him." He asked again, "Has the person who went to Beiting to find a stonemason set out?"

Golden Biao nodded: "A team of 100 people has arrived at the city."

Wei Yang then ordered everyone to dig some pits and place the enemy's bodies in it. According to the rules of the Han family, they set up a tomb for each of them.

At noon, Han Yi was ordered to bring hundreds of stonemasons, most of them Han people, to the foot of the mountain.

Han Yi glanced at the face of yellow and red, but at most it was pale and sweating. Chi Lawen was struggling to stand firmly, and ordered everyone to wait at the foot of the mountain. He ran up the mountain quickly.

"Look, this is the burial place for the enemy after the defeat. I think I have to erect a tombstone for them. What do you want to say?" Wei Yang said.

Han Yi turned and looked down. The hillside was full of three-foot-high graves and valleys.

He knew how these enemies were killed.

"Lord, they are enemies..." Han Yi's mouth was a little dry.
Chapter completed!