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Niu Jizong rode on his horse, looking at the departing army, and asked in confusion: "Brother, why did you agree to him? This guy has evil intentions. He went back to rescue the emperor, leaving the most difficult enemy army to us."

Zhao Yuanlang smiled nonchalantly on his horse: "It would be better if we knew that the enemy's main force was here, so that he wouldn't have to share the credit."

"profound?"

"At that time you said that the enemy retreated in an orderly manner and was not panicked at all, which means that there are still enemies behind them, at least this number."

"Twenty thousand?" Niu Jizong was shocked. If what Zhao Yuanlang said was true, the enemy had 30,000 troops bypassing the main camp and preparing to advance north and then south to attack Huanglong, then the 40,000 troops led by Liu Hui might not necessarily gain the upper hand.

"A general's fame is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers. It's time to step on Liu Hui's stepping stone and move forward. Brother Niu, send out scouts to the north to investigate. Let everyone eat, drink and rest well in the next two days."

Niu Jizong knew that Zhao Yuanlang was going to make a big move, so he hurriedly led his personal soldiers to arrange the task.

As Zhao Yuanlang expected, behind the 10,000-man army retreating northward, there were indeed 20,000 reinforcements, and Galdan Tseren appeared among the reinforcements.

Zhao Yuanlang smiled and began to give orders, and countless soldiers began to act in a hurry.

Liu Hui also arranged an ambush and deployed his troops, waiting for the army of ten thousand to enter his ambush circle. However, he never expected that when he led the army to encircle them, another 20,000 troops would rush out.

Because Liu Hui had a trick up his sleeve and let the rear army defend against the enemy, the two sides fought evenly. The surrounded Junggar army successfully broke through after leaving behind 4,000 corpses.

Both sides cleaned up the battlefield and set up camp, and neither could do anything to the other. Liu Hui was naturally furious, feeling that he had been tricked by Zhao Yuanlang, but since it was he who proposed the division of troops, he had no choice but to accept it.

Galdan Tseren was naturally furious, but what he could not have expected was that Zhao Yuanlang's army had already launched an attack on his camp behind him.

In the early hours of the morning, the Junggar soldiers were not even in armor and their horses were not saddled. Zhao Yuanlang took the lead, taking away several heads with each of his swords, and rushed straight into Galdan Tseren's tent. Seeing that the situation was not good, Galdan Tseren led his guards to flee hastily to the southeast.

As soon as Galdan Tsering ran away, the camp collapsed instantly. Countless soldiers followed him, abandoning their armor and weapons. Zhao Yuanlang chased him relentlessly. The two sides fought several times, and Zhao Yuanlang won many great victories.

However, this is not the end yet. The desperate Galdan Tseren was blocked by the river. He boosted his morale and fought a desperate battle, but facing the vicious Zhao Yuanlang, he had no chance of winning.

Zhao Yuanlang's speed was too fast. With a wave of his sword, groups of people fell down. Countless Junggar soldiers fled from him. Wherever Zhao Yuanlang went, the Junggar soldiers fled for their lives.

Zhao Yuanlang then rushed towards Galdan Tseren. Galdan Tseren was so frightened that he turned his horse around to cross the river. He was so panicked that the helmet on his head fell off.

The entire army was killed in pieces. Under the cover of his men, Galdan Tseren hurriedly crossed the river and disappeared on the prairie.

In this battle, blood flowed like a river. When Liu Hui arrived, he shuddered at the sight of Zhao Yuanlang, who was still hacking and killing the enemies and had turned into a bloody man. After Zhao Yuanlang killed the last man, he pulled out the spear with Galdan Tseren's helmet on it from the ground.

Those Zhiyuan heroes looked at Zhao Yuanlang with complicated expressions. They didn’t know what to say. They were filled with hatred and fear.

"The Marshal and I successfully defeated the Dzungars with our strategy. Thank you for your hard work, soldiers."

Zhao Yuanlang's words surprised Liu Hui. He didn't expect that Zhao Yuanlang would actually divide the merits.

"If you are destroyed, it will be our turn. You can fight for your majesty to see. Since ancient times, balance is the key to safety."

Zhao Yuanlang's words made Liu Hui suddenly realize. Looking at the Zhiyuan heroes around him, he couldn't help but sigh.

If they knew this truth, the current situation where only one third of Zhiyuan merit is left would not have happened.

.........

"Your Majesty! Great victory! Your Majesty! Great victory!" Dai Quan ran into the Shangshufang as fast as a meteor, holding the memorial.

Emperor Kang Zheng, who was sitting in his seat, looked at Dai Quan who came in, took the memorial from his hand, and after reading it, a smile instantly appeared on his tired face.

"Master, the only bad thing is that Galdan Tseren ran away. That's the only bad thing."

"He was so scared this time that he hastily sent envoys to negotiate with us. What a pity! If Zhao Yi hadn't suffered such heavy losses, we would have been able to kill him all the way. Damn Zhao Yi. By the way, when will the Northern Army return?"

"My Lord, they are traveling with the Junggar envoys and are expected to arrive at the beginning of next month."

Emperor Kang Zheng nodded. It was the beginning of next month, and now it was the 25th, just a few days away.

........

The bald monk and the lame Taoist priest stood on the hill, looking at the camp full of murderous aura. They spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden light of merit behind their heads shrank by half, and they fell limply to the ground.

"Monk, we have really hit a wall this time."

"Damn you, stinky Taoist priest, I shouldn't have listened to you. We suffered a lot of losses last time, and this time it's even worse. Hundreds of years of hard work have been reduced by half, and we have to start all over again. There is no hope for us to become immortals!" The bald monk struggled to get up, took the pill thrown by the lame Taoist priest and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Gentlemen, I wonder if you have heard this saying, 'You can do it once, you can do it twice, but you can't do it three times.'"

The bald monk and the lame Taoist priest hurriedly turned around and were surprised to see Zhao Yuanlang, who had appeared behind them with his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky.

"you?"

"Tell me, where is heaven! Where are the immortals? Where have all the gods and Buddhas gone?" Zhao Yuanlang's eyes turned into supreme power that pressed the two men to the ground.

"You, what are you? Who on earth are you? Impossible. How can there be immortals? This is impossible!" The lame Taoist priest was so scared that he was shaking all over and crying like a madman.

The bald monk finally came to his senses and looked at Zhao Yuanlang in disbelief, but turned his eyes to his right hand. However, his right hand immediately fell off, and the bald monk couldn't stop gasping in pain.

Zhao Yuanlang sat down slowly with his body hunched over. He rested his chin on his right hand and looked at the monk on the ground. "Hurry up and tell me. My patience is limited. Where is Taixu Illusion Realm? Where is Jinghuan?"

But this monk and Taoist priest were very principled and didn't say a word.

"It seems that you won't cooperate with me, so I have to do it myself." Zhao Yuanlang suddenly opened his mouth wide, and countless black lights enveloped them. After they screamed a few times, the black light dissipated, and only two corpses were left on the ground.

So that's how it is. Zhao Yuanlang squinted his eyes and looked towards the south. This world is a small world, a branch of Journey to the West. The most powerful one is Fairy Jinghuan, who is only at the level of a Xuanxian, which means she is only at the level of a divine general.

As for heaven, hell, and even sacred mountain, they do not exist. All souls and beliefs enter the world of Journey to the West through the Lihentian of Fairy Jinghuan.

Zhao Yuanlang touched his chin and smiled. Is the boss harvesting the pasture of faith? It's quite interesting!