With a soft sound of "crash", nine long arrows shot out from the forest from three different angles at almost the same time, and they rushed to take the three teams from the night patrol.
In the dark night, the same pitch-black arrow branch almost melted into the darkness from the moment it left the string. In this heavy rain, it didn't even provoke half a drop of rain, but it went away. The momentum was like lightning, and in a moment he ran into the three rows of knights.
At this time Fang showed the extraordinary qualities of the "Iron Futu" sergeant. Although they did not necessarily have high attainments in martial arts, the thousands of births and deaths between the blades and the blades made them almost Intuitively aware of the chill that was already close, three rows of nine people almost at the same moment retracted, turned their saddles, and hid in the belly of the horse, Qianqian avoided the long arrow that was passing by, but there were already four. Five of them were grazed by the long arrow at the sideburns, bringing up a lot of green silk.
At the time of life and death, the knights used their feet to control the horses, but they were not messed up. The long arrows passed by. They had risen up from their backs, their lips were pressed together, and they were about to sound a long whistling warning, nine short arrows, It actually seemed to be born out of thin air out of the darkness in front of them. The moment their fingers touched their lips, they went straight through the gap in the armor from them to the throat without any hindrance. Entering, they abruptly solidified their throats, which had not yet reached their exit.
Nine silhouettes dressed in black flew out from the forest, and among the electric light and flint, sat behind the nine knights who were fixed on the horse in a weird posture. The speed was so fast that None of the horses under the nine knights noticed any abnormality, and they were still patrolling around the big camp at their original pace. If it hadn’t been for the two silhouettes of the horse, it would almost make people think that everything was just visual. Mirage caused by confusion.
Xin Qiji and Liu Dashun, who were in the east and west, put down the bows and arrows in their hands, their faces faintly pale, but their eyes looked in the direction of Zhao Kuangyin, full of admiration.
The arrow just now, although it was only a matter of a few breaths, has almost exhausted all their efforts.
Liu Zhishun was originally a magical archer with almost no arrows in the army. Very few of them could dodge his one-shot enemy in the battlefield. Although Xin Qiji was young, his archery skills were not under Liu Zhishun's.
So when the emperor's official taught them this "child-mother-arrow" technique, he already admired the skill of this archery, but he didn't think that in the battle tonight, it was really necessary. Use this method.
Unexpectedly, this "Iron Futu" team would actually be tough for Ruos. If it weren't for the emperor's official family, he would have almost ruined the whole plan.
Thinking of this, they couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, and looking at Zhao Kuangyin's eyes, they also added a third of respect.
However, Zhao Kuangyin unconsciously dropped the bow and arrow in his hand and raised his head. At some point, the Panlong stick was already in his hands.
The wind is violent and the rain is fierce.
There was a thunder, resounding through the long night.
Zhao Kuangyin pointed the stick in his hand to the Jinren Daying and shouted, "Kill!"
……
The fine rain has never projected the slightest ripple in the night of Lin'an, and the laughter of the tourists at night beyond the high wall is still endless.
Although the six hundred thousand golden people have already moved south, and the two front-line armies have been in hand-to-hand combat with the golden people, and they are fighting bloody battles, but in the minds of Lin'an people, all of this is still as far away as it happened in another piece of heaven and earth. But it can only be a little talk for them after dinner.
Obsessed with the five-color life in Lin'an is enough to make all their attention focus only on the moment of drunken gold fans. Almost no one will think that this war, which is thousands of miles away, will do to their own lives. influences. Almost no one has ever considered what kind of responsibility they should bear for this battle between Song and Jin.
In this rainy night, Qin Xi stepped into the "Lonely Peak Pavilion" in the back garden of Xiangfu, looking at Qin Hui standing in front of the window with his hands in his hand, he couldn't help but hold his breath and gather his breath. Hands down.
For some reason, every time he entered this "Lonely Peak Pavilion", he always felt a strange emotion blooming.
Not only in the waves of red dust, but also on the top of the lonely peak.
He looked at the lonely figure of his adoptive father who was standing in front of the window, and he felt a sense of confusion in his heart.
He can be said to be truly under one person and above ten thousand people. Even today's emperor officials sometimes have to politely give him three points, but he has almost never seen a moment of real joy in his appearance.
Even I never knew for a moment what he was thinking in the heart of his foster father.
If you change yourself, you will no longer be able to bear the loneliness and loneliness.
Seeing the night wind and rain, Qin Xi slightly wet the beard and hair of the adoptive father before him, quietly stepped forward, and was about to speak, but Qin Hui first sighed: "It's been thirty-two years, no wonder even him... even him Finally getting old..."
Qin Xi didn't understand what he meant, but he heard that his adoptive father was so depressed, he seemed to be carrying endless vicissitudes of life. This was something he had never encountered before. He couldn't help but panicked for a while, and called out quickly: " Foster father! Foster father!"
Qin Hui looked back from the night rain outside the window as if waking up like a dream. Then he glanced at Qin Xi, and took a sip of the tribute Pu'er tea on the table as if he had just concealed it. He smiled slightly at Qin Xi and said, "Xi'er, what do you have to say?"
Qin Xi heard his tone faint, as usual, so he settled, turned forward, took the tea cup in Qin Hui's hand, and put it on the table respectfully, frowning and saying, "Foster father, Bao Daren has already brought him back to the Yue Fei mansion with the so-called plan to increase donations that we have developed. Should we just let the two of them go so far in Lin'an?"
"Turning the clouds and raining?" Qin Hui laughed dumbly: "Xi'er, do you really think someone in Lin'an can do anything with us behind their backs?"
Qin Xi's gaze narrowed, and he was a little uncertain: "Foster father meant that Bao Daren made the set of things. Did the foster father nod his head?"
Qin Hui nodded lightly, raised his eyes, looked at Qin Xi's frowning brows with interest, and said lightly: "The foster father deliberately retreated from the court, causing Song Jin to go to war. Didn't you do it right?"
Qin Xi raised his head, trying to use words to say: "Xi'er dare not, but Xi'er thinks that now the Zhao official family is obviously united with Yue Fei, suppressing the adoptive father, and pushing forward. Now the country has changed, and it is not in me. Take advantage of it. Today the son is out, Lin'an is empty, Yue Fei is a rude martial artist, and it is a good time for us to step up our actions. But the foster father is still indifferent to all government affairs, even in the past few days. The court officials who visited the palace are gone. Let Yue Fei control the government. If things go on like this, not only will there be no place for us to stand above the court, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
He raised his head, looked at Qin Hui's face, and said boldly: "I'm afraid that he will be destroyed by the family!"
Qin Hui looked at Qin Xi and shook his head lightly: "Xi'er, you are still too uncontrollable!"
Qin Xi watched Qin Hui stand up, walked to the window, looked at the distant sky, but changed the subject like usual chattering: "Xi'er, you were still young back then. I remember the scene when the Jinren broke through the city of Bianliang, abolished the official family of the Zhao family as ordinary people, and prepared to take them north to the Kingdom of Jin."
Qin Xi did not know why, but still responded: "Xi'er remembers. On that day, the Jinren installed the Zhao's official house in a wooden cage and pulled away. Hundreds of thousands of people in Bianliang City, regardless of men, women and children, all kneeled. On the roadside, there were incense basins on their heads, weeping bitterly, and many even stepped forward to block the Erdi prison car, and were culled by the golden men along the road. They were still following each other. That day..."
When he said this, he suddenly paused, seeming to understand something, showing a thoughtful look.
Qin Hui looked back at him with a terrifying light in his eyes: "You finally understand! To seize the world, the most important issue is not only to sit on the dragon seat, but also to know how to sit firmly!"
"People's hearts!"
"Although the Zhao Song dynasty is different, but at least for more than 100 years since the founding of the country, it has encouraged market changes, developed people's livelihood, and wealth of material resources, far more than any dynasty in the past and present. Although the Song dynasties of the past cannot be talked about loving the people like children, they are also There is no tyrannical monarch who abuses the disabled. Therefore, even if the capital of Jiangbei is broken, even if only Zhao Gou is left in the emperor of Zhao Song Dynasty, he will still quickly establish a foothold in this Jiangnan land and continue the country. It’s because the hearts of the people in the world have always returned to the Zhao family. If you can’t change this, letting you make thousands of calculations is just a lie."
Qin Xi's mouth was dumbfounded, and it took a long time to get discouraged: "According to the foster father said so, don't we want to..."
"Of course not," Qin Hui said lightly: "Isn't it the best opportunity right now?!"
Qin Xi frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Foster father meant that Bao Daren and Yue Fei's proposal now?"
Qin Hui’s mouth curled up with a sneer: “The people’s heart is easy to be happy, irritable, and changeable. The people in Lin'an are used to the peaceful life of singing and dancing. If the battle on the north bank of the big river is far away, it will not affect at all. They drank and gambled to appreciate the night view, and probably everyone would yell that they would defeat the Golden Soldier and return me to the river. But when they discovered that the unreachable battlefield would directly affect their daily food, clothing, housing and transportation, I’m afraid..."
He looked at Qin Xi, with a cold expression in your eyes: "You should remember the story of the King Anshi of the Kingdom of Jing who shouted for reform in this dynasty."
A smile appeared in Qin Xi's eyes, but Xuan frowned: "But no matter what you say, this will definitely allow Yue Fei and Bao Daren to raise enough silver for food and military needs. Han Shizhong was originally Peerless tiger general, if the current Zhao emperor is really... then the golden man..."
"Xi'er," Qin Hui said with a broken face, laughing forward and backward: "Do you want a broken river and mountain that has been trampled by the golden man's iron hoof?"
Qin Xi was moved suddenly, and for the first time in his life, he understood the true ambition of the foster father in front of him.
The endless hiding he wants is a complete world where no one else can override him.
He took a deep breath, calmed down his undulating mood, and said, "That's the case, my boy is to give Sun Dongling and Wu Biaochen a message, and let them cooperate fully..."
"No!" Qin Hui shook his head lightly, "You misunderstood what I meant."
He raised his head, looked at Qin Xi's suspicious eyes, and smiled slightly: "You should show your meaning. If anyone participates in Bao Daren's practice, he will be apostate and be an enemy of scholars in the world!"
He stood up, ignoring Qin Xi's fast-falling eyes, and said lightly: "Of course, this shouldn't be said by your mouth. For him, it might be more appropriate."
"Who?" Qin Xi finally asked aloud after a long while.
Qin Hui turned around and looked at Qin Xi, with a smile: "Goulong Ruyuan!"
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The billowing thunder never stopped.
In front of the Dragon King Temple, the Pingchi Daluhua in the main tent of the Chinese Army opened his eyes in response almost at the same time when Zhao Kuangyin made the first shout.
In the tranquil night, he listened to the gurgling rain outside the tent, and he almost thought he was dreaming just now.
However, in the next moment, the sound of smashing killing sounded in his ears.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The shouts rang back in the valley where the Dragon King Temple was located, but they seemed to roar at the same time from the high mountains and deep forests in all directions.
Robbery? !
In this stormy night, is there really a large army to rob the camp? !
He could hardly believe his ears.
When he was born into a parallel army, Night Sleep never disarmed. At this time, he stretched out his right hand, and the machete he carried was already in his hand. As soon as he lifted the camp, he rushed out of the door.
black!
Entrance to the eye is a deep blackness just like the substance.
With Pingchi Daluhua's eyesight, he could only faintly see countless figures, shaking, running, and fighting.
The sound of Jin Tie Jiao Ming, the sound of shouting to kill, shook this peaceful night.
Pingchi Daluhua was frightened and was about to call for command.
A sharp whistle, accompanied by an electric light, resounded throughout the world.
In front of Pingchi Daluhua, there was the phantom left by the flash of lightning. For a while, she couldn't see anything in front of her, and her six senses were interlocked, but she already felt a wave of violent violent surging in front of her in vain. With the rain in the sky, it rushed like a huge wave over the sky. Although it had not yet reached the body, the strong wind hit, but even his unexpressed command was forced to swallow it back.
He sat down on the horse, exhaled, and a ray of light appeared on the long knife on his cross chest, and he abruptly opened the curtain of water that was already close to him. After receiving the strength, he couldn't help but kick and kick. Taken seven or eight steps back.
Another whistle sounded straight through the human body.
Pingchi Daluhua stood still, his eyes had gradually adapted to the darkness in front of him, but he was shocked to find that wherever he looked in front of him, there was no one. Running blood, it was as straight as the blow that only existed in his own mind.
Behind the sound of the wind, Pingchi Daluhua can know without looking back that there are a total of seven machete greetings to her from different angles. Pingchi Daluhua is now turning around, sneered, and snarled when she was furious. Seven human heads flew up at the same time, blood and rain splashed with Pingchi Dalu flowers all over their faces.
Just at this moment, not far in front of her, two knives violently collided in the dark, sparks overflowing, and in that moment of shining, Pingchi Daluhua suddenly noticed that she was splashing in the air in front of her. , Especially the seven heads before landing, all seemed to be their own soldiers.
Ping Chi Dalu Hua's heart seemed to be hit hard by a sledge hammer, and could barely breathe at that moment.
He faintly understood why someone would make such a crazy move to attack the camp on such a rainy night.
confusion!
Their purpose is not to kill the enemy, but to create chaos.
In such a night that can't see things, everyone can't tell whether the opposite is an enemy or a friend.
And in such a pouring rain, half a torch could not be burned at all.
Things started in a hurry. Although his soldiers were all elites out of a million, in the dark and dark night that was hard to see, as long as they felt that they were attacked and in danger, they would still wield weapons indiscriminately according to human instinct without thinking. In order to defend yourself.
In this way, the chaos is bound to spread, especially in this deep darkness, there are still enemies waiting for an opportunity to move.
It's just that in this chaos, it is impossible to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. How can those who attacked the camp avoid this aimless rain of swords and spears
Are these people going to die
The two warriors who didn't know whether they were friends or enemies crossed their knives, and almost simultaneously slashed each other's neck, lying on the ground with a humming noise in their mouths.
Two or three drops of You’s own warm blood splashed on Pingchi Daluhua’s face. He looked up to the sky, exhaled and shouted: "Everyone..."
silence!
All the sounds seemed to be silent the moment he spoke.
All the sound of wind and rain, shouts, and clashing of weapons suddenly disappeared from his ears without warning.
He didn't even hear the shout that he shouted with all his strength.
Suddenly he only felt that the world he was in was no longer the Chinese army camp in the valley, but the unfathomable abyss of the sea.
Numerous violent and undercurrent huge waves, galloping and roaring on his upper and lower sides, although he was not able to reach his body, but the strong current surged and he stumbled.
He no longer has time to take care of the thousands of elite soldiers who are killing each other by his side. With a large-handled machete swiping from left to right, he condenses a wave of sharp and unmatched sword aura, dangerously cutting away the huge squeeze from all directions. Water flow.
At this moment, he is as blind as blind, as deaf as his ears, and his six senses are interlocked, but in an instant he grasped the key to manipulating the world.
Suddenly he got up, and he turned sharply in mid-air like a spiral, moving three or four pillars of water that dodged his body, and there was a shocking shout in his mouth, and the long knife in his hand was in that instant. A dazzling white light that was unsightly appeared, and then he left his hand, drew a sky-white changhong, and shot it straight toward him diagonally to the lower left.
Everything in the whole world seems to have been paused at that moment, all the water flow disappeared endlessly, and a feeling of boredom, heat, and depression that made people want to scream at the same moment. This piece of heaven and earth.
A blood-colored dragon, from the place where the long rainbow pointed, seemed to be transformed from nothingness, roaring out of the sky, and directly facing the white long rainbow.
With a crisp sound, the white Changhong was torn into several pieces like mud and paper under the claws of the dragon. Chi Dalu ran into the flower branch.
At the sound of "clang", Pingchi Daluhua's large-handled machete leaning across the world broke into pieces and fell to the ground.
The Pingchi Dalu flower, which had already fallen to the ground, stood quietly, with her hands on her chest, her eyes glowing sharply, and she stared at the blurry and clear figure not far away.
The torrential rain poured over his face and body with his head covered.
All the fighting and shouting sounded in his ears again.
However, Pingchi Daluhua felt that everything seemed to be getting away from him.
Amidst a group of shouts and a stream of chaotic soldiers, there were four or five machetes close to him.
Pingchi Daluhua gritted her teeth slightly, and was about to fight hard, the four or five machetes flew high in the air, and the masters of those machetes spurted blood and flew backwards to nowhere.
Pingchi Daluhua's eyes widened, and she struggled to look at the figure not far away. In the battlefield of bloody rain and blade light, she came to him like a stroll in a leisurely court, and said faintly: "Go with peace of mind! "
The electric light fluttered, accompanied by another sharp whistle.
In that moment of light, Pingchi Daluhua finally cleared the face that was as cold as a god and demon in front of her eyes.
The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't make a sound. On the contrary, a large stream of red blood poured out of his mouth and chest.
Zhao Kuangyin carried his hands on his back, watching Pingchi Daluhua's fierce eyes finally gradually dimmed, his huge body fell softly to the ground and closed his eyes.
He understands Pingchi Daluhua's mood.
Even if he died, he could only die in the hands of a hero who could truly surpass him.
No matter what, this is a real soldier.
So he fulfilled his wish.
The wind was blowing violently and raining, mixed with endless shouts and screams, and a bloody breath was surging everywhere.
The night is heavy.