Yu Yanshan's chest heaved violently.
He wasn't able to answer for a while.
Ding Ning was not in a hurry, just looked at him quietly with his hands behind his back.
After a dozen or so breaths, Yu Yanshan managed to calm his breath with great difficulty. He still didn't answer Ding Ning's question, but bowed slowly, saluted Ding Ning solemnly, and said, "I hope that in the future Can know the name of Mr.
Ding Ning bowed back, as if acquiescing.
The Qin army began to retreat, taking away the remains of all the companions who were killed in front of Xuegu Pass.
When passing by both sides of Ding Ning like a tide, many of them silently bowed to Ding Ning.
Even if he doesn't know Ding Ning's identity at all, and only knows that he is a young and powerful practitioner, since he appeared with Changsun Qianxue and is so familiar with Changling's sword scriptures, it is only possible that he is a practitioner from Bashan Sword Field .
Almost all the records about the deeds of the Bashan Sword Field in the past have been burned, but the Qin people, especially the soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty, have their own opinions about the Bashan Sword Field. It is impossible to comment on right or wrong now, but for the practitioners of Bashan Sword Field, they themselves have extremely high respect.
As for tonight, Ding Ning is naturally the enemy.
But this is an enemy enough to make them overwhelmed.
The sword fight between Ding Ning and this practitioner of Qinghe Sword Academy not only impressed the Qin army, but also the Chu army in Xuegu Pass.
Naturally, Changsun Qianxue's sword can only be described as terrifying, but it was pure cultivation and strength, while what Ding Ning showed in this sword competition was something that many practitioners had never heard of, and it was hard to understand. new stuff.
For example, use the fragments of Chu weapons as flying swords.
This not only contains amazing knowledge and skills, but also the most crucial thing called talent.
The fragments of this explosive talisman have no rules at all. Even if you can perceive clearly and let your vitality match the vitality and runes on a certain fragment, this kind of fragment is very important for a practitioner. , at most it can be regarded as a broken sword that has never been touched.
It's like a sword master casually picks up someone else's flying sword on the battlefield, and then can use this flying sword directly, and shows extremely high sword intent and control skills. This has nothing to do with usual practice, only It lies in the realm and talent.
When all the Qin troops retreated into the snow valley, the sound of leaving footsteps could still be heard vaguely. The gate of Xuegu Pass was opened, and several generals of the Chu army walked out of the gate and walked in front of Ding Ning to express their thanks.
However, Ding Ning didn't give them much time to thank them. Looking at the generals of the Chu army, he said directly, "If you trust me, you must support Anhu Pass as quickly as possible."
"Support Anhu Pass?"
All the generals of the Chu army were startled.
"Why?" The leading general quickly recovered and asked.
Ding Ning looked at him and shook his head, "Don't ask why."
The general of the Chu army was silent for a moment, and said: "Anhu Pass originally had 5,000 garrisons, and I only have more than 1,700 troops here. If I want to immediately support Anhu Pass, how much troops do I need to allocate. "
Ding Ning glanced at him again, and said, "The more the better, if I were to lead the army, I would bring all the garrisons at Xuegu Pass."
"All?" The generals of the Chu Army were taken aback again.
"Sometimes the battle is won or lost not only in the absolute number of troops, but also in the tricksters."
Ding Ning nodded calmly, and said: "Anhu Pass has 5,000 garrisons, and 10,000 Qin troops are going there. Logically speaking, even if your entire Xuegu Pass army rushes there, the Qin army will be nearly twice as many as you. It is absolutely impossible to hold it. But if you can cast doubts when you rush in as reinforcements, creating the illusion that reinforcements with several times the number of your Xuegu Pass army are rushing, you may be able to keep Anhu Pass."
Until now, these few generals of the Chu army understood, and they were all covered in cold sweat.
The leading general among them took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly, "You mean, 10,000 Qin troops are raiding Anhu Pass?"
Ding Ning didn't answer directly, but said earnestly: "The Qin army that appeared here tonight cannot decide whether to take down Dayongguan, and then take down your two border towns of Juyong and Zhushan."
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"Why are you lying to them?"
Changsun Qianxue walked to Ding Ning's side, looked at Xueguguan not far away, which seemed to be completely boiling, and asked softly.
Others don't know, but she and the ascetic old monk who followed Ding Ning knew that there was no so-called 10,000 Qin troops rushing to the Anhu Pass that Ding Ning said.
"The commander-in-chief of the Qin army in this area is Mo Ying. I am very familiar with his style of leadership. After this Qin army retreats, he will soon send more troops to conquer this place."
Ding Ning turned and walked in the direction of Xuegu, while patiently explaining in a soft voice: "These Chu people will definitely die if they stay here, and there is no point in defending Xuegu Pass. As long as this Qin army is blocked here tonight, once the time passes, Xuegu will die." It doesn’t make sense to lose the pass or not, it’s better to retreat to the vicinity of Dayong Pass.”
The eldest grandson Qianxue had no objection, and then asked, "Then where are we going now?"
Ding Ning said softly: "Let's go kill Mo Ying. He will send several times more troops here with powerful talismans. His camp will be much empty than usual. It will be easier to kill him than usual."
Changsun Qianxue frowned slightly. Every one of the thirteen princes of the Great Qin Dynasty is not only a symbol of military achievements, but also represents a huge power. There are many counselors, many dead soldiers, and many powerful practitioners under each prince's seat. Marquis of Wei and Wei Wujiu had two formidable master-level figures under his seat, one of them was Xiao Yan who commanded Wei Wujiu's forward army, and the other was Mo Ying as Ding Ning said. There are three thousand dead men under Xiao Yan's seat, all of whom are from his hometown, and Mo Ying's origin is even more mysterious. Apart from being resourceful and commanding a larger army than Xiao Yan, it is said that he has various assassins.
To kill such a person is only a little easier than usual, but it is by no means simple.
At least it seemed to her that it was a bold and risky plan.
"Still not letting him make a move?"
She glanced at the mountain gorge on the left, and she sensed that old ascetic monk was walking there, following her and Ding Ning.
"Need not."
Ding Ning shook his head resolutely, and said, "He is our last life-saving talisman. At least for now, no one will find him on the battlefield."
The eldest grandson Qianxue nodded and hummed lightly. This was something she would never have done before, but when she knew Ding Ning's true identity, everything about her changed, and it seemed that she was slowly changing back to the time when she was many years ago. A girl who hides her cultivation and escapes the perception of some guards of Gongsun's house and escapes into the streets and alleys of Changling by climbing over the wall.
Wars, especially the wars between the two dynasties that even Ding Ning can't grasp, need to find the chance of victory in many battles, and ultimately don't know how many people will die, are naturally very heavy. However, some of her changes undoubtedly made Ding Ning feel happier.
Thinking of the years of hermitage in Changling's phoenix trees, and the wall he painted to prevent his memory from disappearing, Ding Ning turned his head and glanced at her, and said softly, "It was originally in my In the plan, Mo Ying came after Liang Lian, and if I hadn't learned about Liang Lian in the fish market, the first big shot in Changling I wanted to kill would be Mo Ying."
Changsun Qianxue was startled slightly, and said, "Why?"
"Yan Xinlan."
Ding Ning took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said: "Yan Xinlan once taught him swordsmanship carefully, strictly speaking, he should be regarded as Yan Xinlan's only true disciple."
The grandson Qianxue fell silent.
This is still what it was back then.
She is a person who has a clear distinction between love and hate, so she can understand Ding Ning's hatred very well.
Compared with many celebrities in the Bashan Sword Field back then, Yan Xinlan, the master of the last foil sword who stayed at the Bashan Sword Field for many times, was not well-known when she fought against the Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties.
Even Changsun Qianxue didn't know much about Yan Xinlan.
But in the battle when the Bashan Sword Field was destroyed, everyone in the world knew that the last flower sword master should be one of the strongest people in the Bashan Sword Field.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if there is Mo Ying or not. Since she has made such a choice, she will definitely die in the Bashan sword field." Ding Ning looked at the night in front of him and said slowly, "But if he didn't disclose it to Zheng Zheng in advance. With some secrets about Yan Xinlan's sword scriptures, at least she can kill a few more people in that battle."