Until now, the wizard actually said that Xieli would lead the grassland to win this war?
This was undoubtedly a blow to him.
It was not that he did not want the grassland to win, but that he did not want Xieli to win.
Once Xieli won, this guy's reputation in the grassland would be higher, and the hope of his revival would be even slimmer.
Thinking of this, Tuli felt as if a thorn had pierced his heart, and the pain was unbearable.
He glanced at the cheering Xieli, and resentment grew in his heart.
Xieli knew all this, but at this time, he was not in the mood to care about this. Instead, he opened his arms and looked at the hot air balloon with a sincere face, trying to accept the blessing of the Sirius God.
This was the wizard's method. As long as he looked at the Sirius God sincerely, the Sirius God would bring courage, force, wisdom, and blessings to this land. And he would lead countless grassland warriors to rush into the Tang Dynasty and take away the wealth and women of the Tang Dynasty. He would let this group of lowly Han people remember that the land under their feet was a gift from the Sirius God. Once the Sirius God was angry, the grassland warriors would raise their butcher's knife again and use the blood of all the people of the Tang Dynasty to worship the Sirius God.
At the same time, on the hot air balloon.
Zhang Feng patted Cheng Chumo, who was half-asleep, and said angrily, "Wake up, we have arrived at the Turks' camp."
He did not even blink just now, for fear of missing the Turks' camp, but Cheng Tieniu could fall asleep as soon as he lay down. He really did not know if he was a pig in his previous life.
"Fengzi, why did you disturb me again?"
Cheng Chumo slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them. Then, as if he had realized something, his face changed as if he had been frightened. "Fengzi, what did you just say? We have arrived at the Turks' camp? Where? Where? "
As he spoke, he suddenly got up and leaned against the basket. He looked down and only saw a dense crowd. "Oh my god, so many people?"
"What? Are you scared? "
Zhang Feng crossed his arms and sneered. "If you are scared, I will throw you down now. Then it will be fine."
"How could that be?"
Cheng Chumo hurriedly turned his head to look at Zhang Feng, revealing a fawning smile, as if he was afraid that the other party would really throw him down. Seeing that the other party did not speak, he said, "Feng Zi, what do we do now?"
In truth, he was very afraid, but now that he was in the Turkic camp, there was no point in being afraid. Even if he jumped down, he wouldn't have an intact corpse.
Besides, the Turks shouldn't be able to do anything to him while he was in the sky, right?
Thinking of this, he didn't know where his courage came from, but it was as if he wasn't afraid anymore.
Zhang Feng saw that this guy had finally regained some of his manliness, so he didn't pursue the matter any further. He turned to Zhangsun, Chong, and Du Gou. "You guys should be fine as well, right?"
Then, without waiting for the two to answer, he said, "Since there are no problems, let's begin the preparations."
Zhangsun was furious with Du Gou.
Originally, the two of them wanted to say that they were scared and let Iron Bull throw them.
In the end, this guy didn't even give him a chance to speak.
They could only curse in their hearts that Feng Zi's son wouldn't have any eyes in the future.
Cursing was one thing, but work still had to be done. The two of them reluctantly began to prepare the gunpowder.
Seeing that Zhang Feng didn't call him, Cheng Chumo leaned on the basket and enjoyed the scenery. However, good things didn't last long. Zhang Feng shouted again.
"Cheng Tieniu, do you want to die? Do you think that you won't work if Lao Tzu doesn't call you? Hurry up and prepare. "
Hearing this, Cheng Chumo hurriedly covered his head and scurried away. He worked with Zhangsun, Chong, and the others to prepare the gunpowder.
At this time, Zhang Feng's anger finally subsided. He looked at the crowd and said, "Wait a moment. When I give the order, throw the gunpowder. Don't be confused."
After saying that, he walked to the basket and observed the situation again.
He was very curious. Why were so many Turks gathered together?
Furthermore, they were all looking at him with their heads raised. Could it be that these fellows liked hot air balloons?
However, this was a good thing. The more people there were, the more destructive the gunpowder would be.
Originally, he wanted to look for Xieli's tent. Now, it seemed that Xieli might be among them. Then he would blow this place up.
After making up his mind, Zhang Feng turned his head and waved his hand behind him, indicating for the people to bring the gunpowder up.
The three of them understood. Each of them hugged two bundles of large explosives and slowly walked forward.
"Look over there. When I tell you to throw it, throw it."
Zhang Feng glanced at the crowd with a serious face. He didn't know how many times he had reminded them. He was really worried that these fellows would ruin things.
"Oh, I know. You've said it 800 times."
Cheng Chumo rolled his eyes at Zhang Feng impatiently. Then, he glanced down and was somewhat puzzled. "Ah, why are these dogs all gathered together? What are they doing? "
"Isn't it obvious?"
Zhangsun curled his lips as if he understood very well. "They are looking down on us. We brought so much gunpowder and they didn't even dodge. They are looking down on us."
"Yes, they are looking down on us."
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