Taiping Order

Chapter 313: Great victory, cutting off the shackles (please vote for monthly votes)

Facing a sudden charge, the warriors in the entire camp did not react so sharply and quickly, and even took more than a dozen breaths to prepare.

There were sounds from all directions before, which caused the soldiers in the camp to be attracted to their attention. Some went here to check, some went there to search, but it seemed like there was no one else, and it was here. In the chaos, the strange cavalry broke into the battlefield.

When the man in luxurious clothes heard the riots coming out, the warriors in his camp had just been ready to deal with the rushing cavalry, but just as they were about to fight head-on, two loud roars came from behind. !

Being attacked on the back!

A strong and calm man wearing leather clothes, a national face, rode a horse, waved a big knife in his hand, led dozens of people to rush in, chopping head-on, and chopping several people in just a few short strokes.

The figure behind the back was shaking, I don’t know how many people were.

The so-called tactics of the Central Plains military strategists cannot resist this aristocratic hunting army in a small Western region city. They make the enemy's camp in a turmoil. They make the enemy's camp head-on.

At the critical moment, the second elite force rushed in from the rear.

Li Guanyi held the spear in his hand.

The so-called military strategy is to show that one cannot be done if one can, to attack one’s own failure, to know oneself and the enemy, and to say that one will win.

Just when the opponent's camp was in chaos, the miscellaneous cavalry led by him rushed in, and with the way of the Central Plains warriors, they directly broke through the evil spirit of the military strategists that were gathering invisibly on the opposite side, taking away their momentum and courage.

Li Guanyi felt a sense of relaxation like an arm that made his fingers.

He was used to wandering around the limit of 50,000 command ability. When he returned to commanding hundreds of people, Li Guanyi's aura was enough to cover them all, gradually adjusting the rhythm of the charge, and finally creating a situation where the breath was connected.

It’s like mercury pouring on the ground, flowing with wishes.

At this moment, because of the leadership of famous generals, these miscellaneous Western Region soldiers reached the threshold level of the Second Line of the Central Plains Corps in the moment of rushing forward.

The Central Plains, which are not even qualified to confront the main force of the Qilin Army, are no longer comparable to these noble hunting troops in the city-states within the Western Regions.

There have been hundreds of years of chaotic times in the Central Plains, and there are countless heroes in the grassroots.

The Western Regions used Buddhist ignorant people and used their bloodlines as whips to beat the people. This level of aristocratic coalition was not qualified to compete with the generals who were brought out in the troubled times of the Central Plains.

Only those heroes who have honed their fierce and wildness in this desert are the opponents of the famous generals in the Central Plains.

Li Guan saw a man in heavy armor one by one. He abandoned others, slapped his horse forward, and waved a spear in his hand. Any opponent standing in front of him was picked away. The general was furious and held it. A thick-backed sword slapped the horse to meet him.

"Central Plains Business!?"

"We are not the opponent of the Wolf King's son."

"Really think that just one person in the Central Plains can beat us?!"

With just one knife, the man from the Central Plains opposite danced a gun in his hand.

That time, I only felt a shock.

The heavy knife in his hand was directly broken, and the gun was like a dragon. There was only a cold light in front of him, and the general was pierced through his throat. In a trance, he recalled the **** to the front line, and the man was in A famous general with a brave name within a thousand miles was killed by the son of the Wolf King wearing a white battle robe with the same marksmanship.

【Destroy...Mountain】? !

The name of this move was recalled in his mind.

The head was blown away by the gun force, and it tumbling down. In a daze, the last thought emerged.

This Central Plains people destroy the mountains.

Why.

More domineering than the elegant and heroic son of the Wolf King? !

who is he? !

Li Guanyi used the power of the two war horses to hedge and easily completed the goal of killing the general. He held up the spear in his hand and whispered loudly in Western dialect: "The enemy general has been killed by me!!"

The Western Regions are different from the grasslands.

Once the centurion died in the grassland, no matter what the reason was, the soldiers under his command failed to kill their opponents and avenge the centurion, which was a death sentence. These noble coalition forces in the desert city-states of the Western Regions were not so fierce. Aura.

Fan Qing and Changsun Wuqi broke into the battlefield from the other two directions.

The method that the Qilin Army is good at cutting, even if it uses hundreds of people to two thousand people, the generals have suppressed it with the help of momentum and formation. Unfortunately, what Fan Qing is good at is actually the Yuwen Tianxian lineage.

Multiple types of troops harvested by combat chariots, heavy armored shield infantry, and crossbowmen and spearmen.

The rider is not that good at the field.

This is the category of Lingpingyang and Yu culture.

This is also related to the personalities of different generals. Fan Qing is stable, Yu culture is strong, Fan Qing is quiet, Yu culture is unrestrained, as military strategists say, the wind forest volcano, Fan Qing is like a mountain, Yu culture is like fire.

Li Guanyi suddenly thought of the unruly family of the Yuwen family. He didn't know that in this chaotic world, there was still one day when he met. His palm trembled, and blood from his spear fell to the ground, thinking.

In troubled times, the world is the end of the world. If you and I don’t die, we will definitely meet each other.

The battlefield ended quickly. When the first charge and the second cutting, the people in the camp left more than a hundred corpses, and even the main general was taken down, the whole morale was completely collapsed.

The noble man wearing luxurious silk clothes was about to leave here, but he had already been caught up by Li Guan, and raised his hand and arrowed the Xue family's magic shot and ran Ruyi, and shot the noble man's hand through. The latter obviously had martial arts skills. , but he screamed and fell to the ground with his hands in his arms.

Li Guan quickly passed by and leaned over to lift the guy up.

"I wasted the power of this three-level heaven."

Seeing that the noble man had delicate skin, soft muscles and bones, but had power similar to the internal strength of the Central Plains, he was surprised. He threw his hand and threw him in front of the corpse over there. The man screamed and his body was trembling.

Li Guan moved his wrist and the air flowed inside, picking up the man's knife that fell to the ground.

A knife made of gold is not heavy, but it also has two or three pounds.

As thin as a cicada's wing, the precious red sandalwood used for scabbards is inlaid with seven gems.

The gold texture is soft, and Li Guanyi is worried that he would shoot through the knife with one arrow, which would lead to the deterioration of the value of the knife, so he shot through his wrist.

There are engraved Buddhist scriptures on the blade, and there are many sayings that encourage people to be good. Li Guan saw a glimpse of the words "Poverty and wealth in the next life, women should give birth to men", and put away the knife.

After experiencing the intense battlefield of Central Plains, the fierce generals of the Qilin Army easily completed this battle. Saatanti stayed here in a daze. The previous warrior looked pale and stretched out his sword to hold the little girl hostage. But it was directly pierced by an arrow.

The warrior with wide shoulders fell down screaming, and the bowstrings of the young man sitting on the horse were still roaring slightly.

The sound of horse hooves was crisp. Saatanti looked at the people of Central Plains wearing Western-style clothes in the sun, smiling, saying nothing, but just took it out of his arms and threw something into his arms.

She came back to her senses from that huge impact, subconsciously holding the thing, but found it was a mirror. Li Guan turned over and said with a smile: "My gift has not been given to you yet, why are you here? Now?”

He didn't ask you if you were good or not, but it would be bad to come here.

He just underestimated the previous agreement, as if nothing had happened before.

Saatanti held the mirror and smiled relievedly.

The others in this camp wanted to escape but encountered Pan Wanxiu's machine car.

Gongsun Huai was directly in the tribe, and the Mo family master followed.

He also brought a carriage with him—

The Mo family disciples, without a mechanism, always feel as if they are running on the street naked, and they feel uneasy.

It was modified and pieced together with the wooden boxes that the Saatanti tribe pulled their luggage to unfold the crossbow-turning machine of the Gongsun family. However, this honest teacher from the Academy could also pull four pieces with one hand. The chariot pulled the carriage and drove a ticket on the road.

Pan Wanxiu said shyly that this is nothing.

I just say that this is the foundation in the academy.

Even the warriors from the Western Regions were amazed by the legendary academy. Fan Qing and his team had a lot of experience and quickly accepted the camp.

"Most of them are leather armor, with more than 200 pieces, and not many heavy armor, only thirty-three pieces, two thousand six hundred bows, three hundred horses, five hundred shields, countless arrows, and food, fire Oil, iron, salt and other supplies are the supply teams heading to the front line."

"There are five hundred cattle and sheep, three boxes of gold and silver, and other items."

"As for the captives..."

Changsun Wuqi paused. After the warriors in these camps were defeated by the generals of the Qilin Army, they bullied the weak and feared the strong, and either surrendered or begged for mercy. According to the original military order of the Qilin Army, they would accept these surrendered enemy troops.

However, the Western Regions and the Central Plains are different, and the historical factors here are more complex.

The Western Regions warriors whose tribe was hunted like prey were all red.

The anger and sorrow under the oppression of these long years, the closest relatives were shot to death like beasts and rabbits, and the young children were plundered as serfs, slaves, and sent to the front line to serve the cavalry and generals.

The anger accumulated over the years has finally exploded like fire.

Hundreds of years of hatred and unwillingness to rush all those who whip them with whips - avenge your relatives, revenge your elderly, fight and fight, and kill them to the scimitar that is not of good quality. It was completely curled, and in just a short time, the blood flowed into a river.

There was absolutely no chance of winning among these six or seven hundred people, but if they were killed by those who had no intention of fighting, it would be so difficult, and even Fan Qing did not stop them.

When relatives are killed and they are oppressed.

Revenge is justice.

Sharing the world with you.

The corpses were all over the place with a strong smell of blood, but even with such anger, the nobles had nothing to do. The people with red eyes never slashed at the superiors.

Those nobles are still alive.

Report the situation.

Batu and other people in the Western Regions looked at the young man sitting on the stone. Li Guanyi stuck a layer of beard on his mouth and played with the golden knife. Batuli pulled Saatanti and looked at this. He helped people very skillfully capture the spoils, and was speechless for a moment.

Who are these people?

So fierce.

Can all the travelers in the Central Plains fight so well? But he didn't think too much about it. The children of the tribe were rescued, and everyone in each tribe was cheering and happy, but even if they saved the children, they had no way to leave.

Because they were still afraid and trembling.

Catalyzed by passion and anger and hatred, they followed this young man and did things they thought about but dared not do. When the killing was over, the man had been saved, and the blood was inspiring. If it continues, the residual influence of the aristocratic rule for hundreds of years will spread again like a cloud.

Batuer suddenly thought of a legend.

A hundred years ago, there was also a traveler from the Central Plains who rode a horse and pulled arrows from three large carriages to the Western Regions, which had been closed for a long time.

A man, a bow, wandered on the desert of the Western Regions, and used the archery technique of shooting through the Holy Mountain Bodhisattva in the legend to drive through the rampant Western Regions sand thieves and the cavalry of the rebellious nobles one by one. Click to kill.

Finally, the trade routes between the Western Regions and Central Plains that had been cut off for a long time will be opened again.

The heroes of the Central Plains are always endless, but the heroes of the Western Regions are fighting each other.

It's only like this in the Western Regions.

Or are the heroes in the world, they all look the same?

Batuer was in a daze for a moment.

He thought of asking a question like the prophet sage, and got the answer from the sage—

‘This is the case with heroes from all over the world from ancient times to the present. ’'The hero who kills the most is the greatest one'

Batuer was silent, but the people in the Central Plains this time did not lead them forward for the sake of killing people. He didn't know what to say, but the sage's words echoed in his heart, but they were not as unsuccessful as before. refute.

Li Guanyi looked at the nobleman, who stuttered: "Are you from Central Plains? I am the city lord and son of the city here. I have the name of Central Plains, called Huyan Yinshi."

Hu Yanyin said, "Do you need serfs? Or gold?"

"I can give it to you all, and you will give it as much as you want."

"My father is the city lord, commanding the land around him. He has tens of thousands of brave warriors. You cannot hurt me, otherwise, my father will send someone to kill you."

"Use a sharp cowhide knife to cut a wound as long as a cow's horn under your Tianling cover, and then hang you upside down and expose you to the sun for three days and three nights, so that you can shed the last drop of blood on your body before you die!"

Li Guan was amazed and silent, and he looked at Batul beside him.

"Your nobles have always been like this..."

He thought about the words and said, "Are you all so brave?"

How dare he do it?

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Even Old Lei’s eyes flashed like this.

All the forces under his command were beaten away, and he could still have such a tone and confidence. He asked Li Guanyi and the others to let go. Li Guanyi threw away the knife in his hand and could only exclaim:

"It seems that the customs of the Western Regions desert are indeed different from those of the Central Plains."

Batuer was silent for a moment and said, "What should we do?"

His words were also something that the people of the tribes around him were worried. When Li Guan looked at the confident nobleman, he saw that even if he was taken down, he would ask Li Guan to return a golden knife to him.

Li Guan looked at Batuer and said, "Man, I've saved it."

"What are you going to do afterward?"

Batu pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.

He planned to take revenge even if he died.

But after really taking revenge, I rescued the person again, but I became confused.

Fan Qing said quietly: "It's because you have never had long-term plans and thoughts. You don't understand the big situation. You just rely on your courage to do something. When things get something, you will be confused and will be put out."

Batu pursed his lips, and he suddenly remembered what the sage said,

"Dare to ask Tiangele."

He stared at the young man: "What kind of person is the hero of this era? Some people say that he killed the most..."

Li Guan thought for a while and replied:

"I'm not a hero, so I don't know."

Batuer was a little regretful.

Li Guanyi looked at Huyan Yinshi and said, "Today, I have a second way for you." The young man showed a quiet look on his face and said, "You came here with a dying heart, but you live It's down."

"Now, you can divide these spoils away from your own part, and then return to your own tribe and enjoy the cheers of your relatives."

The sound fell, and the hundreds of soldiers from the Western Regions did not move. Whether it was because they were worried about the danger they brought to the tribe after they went back or after revenge, the violent flames that were almost difficult to suppress. here.

Li Guanyi said: "Then the second way, I am a businessman."

"I know there is a land where you can follow me and live on that land. On our land, there should be no serfs or female slaves, and there should be no difference between inferior and superior people, and enjoy food after working."

"But if you go there, you must abandon the original rules of the Western Regions, and everyone follows the same rules."

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand, stared at the hundreds of people, and said:

"The murderer dies."

"Injuring someone and stealing the crime."

"If you want, come forward and use this knife to cut this person."

"Take this as a covenant!"

Hu Yan Yinshi's face changed drastically, and the atmosphere became stagnant in an instant. He widened his eyes and glared at the dirty inferior people on his face, shouting and scolding. For a while, no one moved. Who dares to come and beat him?

So a look of pride appeared on Hu Yan Yinshi's face.

At this moment, Saatanti suddenly rushed out. She looked at Li Guanyi and whispered: "Can I live until the flying eagle passes over the 56th time? ”

Li Guanyi replied, "I don't know."

"Because I don't know if I can survive in this troubled world."

"But I can promise that there will never be any abandonment of the old and the weak."

Saatanti smiled on her face, she nodded vigorously, leaned down, grabbed the golden sword, and rushed over with her head and amid Huyan Yinshi's shouts and scolds. .

The golden knife slashed through Huyan Yinshi's body, leaving only one wound, not big, but it hurt. Saatanti staggered two steps behind, almost sitting on the ground, gasping for breath.

She only killed Hu Yan Yinshi for a moment, but she seemed to feel that the world in front of her had changed, as if a chain that could not be seen by the naked eye completely shattered in the crisp sound.

Saatanti's beginning seemed to be just a signal.

Soon, Batuer stepped forward, grabbed the golden scimitar, and slashed hard, leaving a heavy knife on Huyan Yinshi, as if it was setting off a wave. Soon, people took great strides. Go forward, and vent your anger at the Western Regions world with anger.

Finally, Li Guan picked up the long sword and killed Hu Yan Yinshi with one knife.

Blood fell to the ground.

When they looked at these people again, they no longer had the messy feeling before. The shackles that fell on them seemed to have been split into gaps. They no longer had that feeling of cowardice and humility in their eyes, as if they were bathing in blood. newborn.

Everyone raised their weapons, their palms, and shouted, "Tiangele!"

"Tiangele!!"

Pan Wanxiu watched this scene. When he was in the academy, he often went to military brigades. He once heard that there were heroes from time to time, and he rose up with the times. However, the difference between heroes and those with powerful people is that heroes can do it. What is incredible to ordinary people.

In such a short period of time, something like military soul was cast.

Although it was just unwilling to resist the long-term oppression of this vast land.

Although it is still weak, it is now.

The flame rose.

These tribes who have been oppressed for hundreds of years have experienced the feeling of raising their heads and breathing. In their generation, they definitely don’t want to lower their heads again, tie shackles around their necks, and become slaves to others.

"Lord, the one who makes everyone a Tiangeer is a hero."

Li Guan put away a golden scimitar and shouted, "No one."

Changsun Wuqiu said, "Here."

Li Guanyi said: "Integrate everyone, clean up the mess here, bypass the original path, and go to our original destination."

Changsun Wuqiu said, "Yes!"

Li Guanyi said again: "Batur."

Batuer also subconsciously lowered his head and said, "I'm here."

Li Guanyi said: "It's a blessing for you. There are so many cattle, sheep, horses, carriages, as long as you pass by, you will definitely be discovered. We will find a way to deal with the traces. You go back and take the tribe with us, and we will be in front of you. The place gathers."

Batuer nodded, took out the map and pointed out a safe place.

The Qilin Army took away all the resources, piled up the corpses together, sprinkled a large bucket of Hou Zhongyu's medicine powder, and bubbles began to pop up on the corpses, and soon the dim yellow pus appeared, which turned into a large piece in just a moment. Blood penetrated into the land.

In Shi Dalin's mouth, Hou Zhongyu's formula is unparalleled in the world!

Very easy to use.

Hou Zhongyu, invincible!

Soon, there were only a large piece of blood here, and the blood would attract large pieces of wolf to come here to lick it. Naturally, the world would turn the bloodlines of heroes, slaves, and nobles into nothingness in this furnace.

Dadadada—

The little donkey stepped forward and followed Li Guan, with the silver-haired girl sitting on it.

Although there is no expression on the face, it seems to be very interesting.

Yaoguang had been at the motor vehicle with Mohist Master Pan Wanxiu before.

It was also covered by Yao Guang's magic. Only by Li Guanyi's attack on the east and west, the tactic of restraining back and forth was completed so perfectly.

Li Guan's troops already had seven hundred archers and archers, thousands of horses, cattle and sheep, carriages, hundreds of young children, and several tribes ranging from hundreds to thousands of large to thousands. The place where you are talking is the sign to move slowly.

Li Guan turned around and looked at the huge team here, and his mouth twitched.

"It seems to be expanding too fast..."

"Why is this happening?"

Lei Laomeng laughed and said, "This is the businessman, lord!"

"Just telling Lao Fan, if you come here and don't do anything, but accept this world of slaves, it's not like you."

Li Guan smiled and said freely: "Let's go."

Anyway, there is no difference from the previous plan, so I went to the town prepared by the eldest lady in advance to settle down. Nangong Wumeng went to find Qi Li, and the Golden Scimitar Cavalry would also arrive there directly.

When Li Guan arrived in the Western Regions, there were only seven or eight people. When he left the area he had just arrived, there was a not-so-small team behind him.

There are places of oppression everywhere, and the place where heroes rise.

But if you walk too far in a short period of time, the Demon Sect mark left on the two monks is not very useful. When Li Guan thought about this, he suddenly felt the nine cauldrons in his body vibrate slightly.

His soul looked inward and saw a stream of light coming from the Nine Cauldrons.

"This is…"

"The people are lucky...?"

At the same time, in the distant holy mountain, the nine-colored deer returning was waiting to sleep when suddenly she felt a strange sound in her ears, clear and bright, as if distant, but it seemed to have a dark sense.

The nine-colored divine deer opened her eyes.

"Um??!"

He sensed a familiar breath and his eyes widened:

"It's you?!"

(End of this chapter)