Chapter 703: Eerie

Liu Zheng felt a chill in his heart, and his muscles grew tense all over.

He moved his ears to listen again.

That chirping sound had already vanished.

The surroundings.

Had returned to peace once more.

Something was wrong!

How could Liu Zheng be unfamiliar with this kind of sound?

Because in the Liangzhou Army, such signals were often used for communication! Liu Zheng could tell that this chirping sound was almost identical to the signals used by the Liangzhou Army.

This sound could absolutely not be produced by a human mouth.

It was made using a whistle crafted from a plant.

Only then could it mimic the sounds of animals.

"Viscount, what is going on?"

Pei Qianyun had also become silent, and by the time he said this, he had already appeared at Liu Zheng's shoulder.

This nearly scared Liu Zheng into crying out; he glared at Pei Qianyun, calmed his heart slightly, and then shook his head: "Someone is here!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Qianyun picked up his hammer and prepared to rush out.

Liu Zheng hurriedly pulled him back and glanced at his gleaming hammer.

Pei Qianyun understood immediately, put down the hammer, and ran out silently. His robust body moved like a flying shadow between the open spaces of the camp, without making the slightest sound. Liu Zheng was naturally very confident in Pei Qianyun's skills. This feeling of being spied upon was truly unbearable. He just watched as Pei Qianyun entered the nearby woods.

"Ah!"

Not long after, a miserable scream rang out from the woods.

Liu Zheng was moved instantly.

At this, Gu Guan and the others were also awakened and grabbed their weapons to stand guard, but they did not discover any anomalies.

Seeing Liu Zheng over there, the group walked over and asked: "Vice Minister Liu, what happened?"

Liu Zheng shook his head, signaling them not to be anxious, while his gaze remained fixed on the woods over there.

Something was wrong!

Given Pei Qianyun's martial arts, he should have returned by now!

"Go over and take a look!"

Liu Zheng could wait no longer and roared with a wave of his hand.

The group swarmed over.

When they arrived at this patch of woods, the light of their torches followed.

Only then did everyone discover.

In this place, there was a pool of blood on the ground, but at this moment, there was no one there!

"Qianyun!"

Liu Zheng trembled all over and shouted out.

The others also looked at each other in terror.

They knew very well what kind of person Pei Qianyun was. It would be no exaggeration to call him the number one fierce general of the Longyan. As a result, they hadn't even reached Wangchuan Valley yet, and after just one encounter, the person was gone?

This...

The sound of the group gasping in cold air rose up.

Alimu had been extremely depressed lately, his mental state completely collapsed.

For a tiny town, he had already launched over a dozen assaults, and his army of one hundred thousand had actually lost thirty thousand men just to take it!

Thirty thousand!

He felt like vomiting blood, alright!

An inauspicious start, truly an inauspicious start!

However, as he looked at this devastated town that had been almost razed to the ground, his face was dark and he wore an expression of wanting to die.

What use is this town to me?

What use is this iron rod to me!

In order to break the stalemate of this war, he had directly lost thirty thousand men and countless supplies...

"That dog-X Orma, that dog-X Qin Zhangfeng!"

Alimu roared to the heavens.

If they had come to support him earlier, he wouldn't have ended up like this. If they had come to support him earlier, he wouldn't have become a laughingstock in the eyes of so many countries in this Central Asia theater of war!

Thirty thousand troops!

In an instant, his one hundred thousand lions had become seventy thousand.

And recently, the troops routed by Alimu's side had already fled back to Bukhara. The Bukhara side had reorganized another one hundred thousand troops to face Alimu.

They had one hundred thousand.

He had seventy thousand...

How is this supposed to be played!

And this was still their territory!

Having traveled a long distance to conquer another country, how could he compare to them in terms of morale or logistical support?

Bastards!

He began to curse those hypocritical Longyan again.

"Khan, Khan, the Longyan people have arrived!"

Just after Alimu had been sitting miserably in the rubble and dust for a while, he heard a subordinate come to report.

"What?"

"They have finally arrived?"

Alimu wept with joy, jumping straight up from the ground.

He took a group of generals and ran out very grandly.

He thought to himself that this time he could finally be imposing!

That Putu Dynasty must at least support him with an army of one hundred thousand! With that, why worry that Bukhara would not fall?

However, who could have imagined...

As soon as he exited the city gate, oh no, as soon as he crossed the pile of rubble...

What came to meet him was indeed a troop.

It was just that...

This...

How many people were there?

At a single glance, one could see the end of it.

Roughly, ten thousand people?

And this general leading the team made the group of people even more devastated.

A child in white clothes, with a face like jade and a face full of spring breezes?

This...

Alimu almost fell headfirst to the ground again and fainted.

Are you guys f***ing serious?

Zhai Shiqing smiled slightly and flipped down from his horse: "Lord Khan, I am Zhai Shiqing, here to support your army."

"Pfft..."

Alimu could no longer hold it in, and a mouthful of old blood was sprayed out in anger.

"Khan, Khan..."

"Khan!"

"Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap!"

At the same time.

Another ten-thousand-man troop also set off toward the direction of the Khiva Khanate.

Likewise, just like the troop Zhai Shiqing took away, it consisted of five thousand Putu soldiers and five thousand Longyan soldiers.

"Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng, slow down!"

The one leading this troop was naturally Zou Sheng.

This was his first time leading an army into battle, and the excitement in his heart had not been suppressed since he left Kabul.

He did not expect it.

The wheels of fate would turn so quickly.

Just a few months ago, he was still a slave's son playing soccer in Yintan City...

Today.

He was already a high-spirited, newly minted general leading an army of ten thousand.

High-spirited.

Young and frivolous.

The ten-thousand-man troop began to gallop through the desert and Gobi.

Ahead.

The battle line between the Khiva Khanate and Bukhara was also in a stalemate, and the Khiva Khanate was simultaneously asking for aid from Longyan and the Putu Kingdom.

This time.

Qin Zhangfeng would take the fifty thousand troops he brought and the fifty thousand troops provided by the Putu Dynasty, uniting a hundred thousand troops, divided into ten divisions.

Ten thousand per division.

Led by the ten young generals brought this time, they would attack Bukhara from eight routes, respectively from the Khiva Khanate, the Kokand Khanate, and the Putu Kingdom.

The other two troops: one would head north to blockade the Caspian Sea and, together with the allied army, cut off the direction of reinforcements from the Ottoman Empire.

One would cruise along the entire battle line, ready to reinforce other divisions at any time.

For a time.

The countries throughout the Central Asia region all pointed their spears at Bukhara.

Central Asia finally began a great war.

"Must do my best..."

Zou Sheng, on his War Horse, glanced at the vast sky, a flash of tenderness appearing in his bright, piercing eyes.

Before setting off.

He had already agreed with Zhai Shiqing, who was born in the same year and same month as him.

This training in Central Asia.

To see whose battle record would be more formidable.

Upon the return journey.

Then judge who is the elder brother and who is the younger brother!