C27

The Tartar cavalry had trampled most of the Central Plains.

Wherever the flames of war licked past, there was nothing but bones, and no cocks crowing within a thousand miles.

All traces of the existence of an advanced civilization were wiped off the map by the ferocious steel blade.

Savage Tartars didn't need more advanced and prosperous ways of life. They had learned the 'lessons' from the destroyed Xia Mu people and Jin He people. The civilization of the Central Plains people was' harmful 'to them, and they had to completely eradicate it, or else, sooner or later, their great nation and empire would be destroyed.

All the places that could be reverted to pastures were burned down by them. When spring grass sprouts next year, it would be a good place for them to graze cattle and sheep.

The spine of the weak Great Qing State had been completely broken.

Wherever the Tatars went, they had no time to fight back. All they knew was that they had to flee.

In the span of half a year, they had given the five princesses of the Tartars as a peace offering, hoping that they would continue to live under the oppression of the Tartars. Regardless of whether or not these five princesses were just randomly chosen young palace maids, or if they were temporary bestowed upon them. This kind of behavior would completely lose the prestige of a country.

If the nation loses its power, the people lose their soul.

The people's hearts and aspirations, which had been built up during the three hundred and sixty years of Daqing, had already fallen to the bottom.

In order to protect themselves from external humiliation, in order to counter the impotent and senseless imperial court, there were already dozens of rebel troops in the world. Although they had different names, there were still many religious figures involved in this. But the ultimate goal was nothing more than to overthrow Daqing, to dominate the world, and at the same time to drive out the invading Tartars.

If it weren't for the fact that Daqing had always treated scholars with kindness, even at this point in time, there was still a corrupt scholar who was willing to go back on his word for Daqing.

And just like that, the wind and rain was blowing, like a candle in the flame, while Yang Xiaoyun, the great general of the Proclamation of Liberation, who held more than half of the military power, stood guard over the new Yang City, defending it, and defending it against the barbarians.

Even though Daqing had already lost the will of the people, this General Xuanwu was still full of the will of the people.

With this change in fortune, it was not hard for the knowledgeable to see that Great General Xuanwu, Yang Xiaoyun, was absorbing the Great Qing Dynasty's final national destiny, whether it was intentional or not, in order to enrich himself.

In other words, Yang Xiaoyun was on the verge of being listed on the market.

A group of Tatar riders passed by the already lonely public road. Some ordinary citizens of Daqing were crawling on the grass on both sides of the road without making a sound.

The mother covered her son's mouth, afraid that he would make any noise and attract the brutal Tartars. She didn't even see her own son, and the whites of her eyes were already showing because she was having difficulty breathing.

"Whiz!"

The sound of a sharp arrow cutting through the air interrupted the low and hurried breathing.

His mother, shot in the head, fell down.

Then there was a rain of arrows, a silent slaughter at first, followed by screams, roars, and laments.

All that was left was the wild laughter of the Tartars as they brandished their scimitars.

Fresh blood quickly dyed the grass on both sides of the road red. A few Tatars who were blaspheming the corpse let out unsatisfied sighs.

At this moment, a green shadow flashed over from afar. Wherever the sword went, a Tatar warrior fell to the ground, blood spraying from his neck.

Several Tatar men held onto scimitars as they quickly surrounded the figure.

The rest of the warriors mounted their horses and began to gallop on their horses while drawing their bows and shooting arrows into the distance.

That green figure seemed to be a young Taoist. Although his swordsmanship was brilliant and his Qing Gong was not bad, he was not as fast as the Tatar people.

After being surrounded by a few Tatar soldiers, some arrows that came from afar were constantly interfering, and soon, they were wounded.

More figures flew over from the distance.

Halfway there, someone said, "Guangping! Didn't I tell you that travelling is more important? Even we, master and disciple, cannot afford to delay the Alliance Master's matter. "

The young Taoist who was surrounded by the Tatar soldiers, with wounds all over his body and an obviously fearless expression on his face, spoke out in excitement, "Master! You can handle the tasks assigned by the Alliance Master. If he wanted Guangping to turn a blind eye, he would let these wronged souls roam around the place. This … Guangping won't be able to swallow it down. "" Hahahahahahahahahaha … hahahahahaha … hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

He let the saber of a Tatar soldier land on his shoulder.

However, he took the opportunity to close in and stabbed the two Tatar soldiers who were standing next to him to death with the sharp sword in his hand.

Blood sprayed all over his face. The primal chaos diagram on his green daoist robe, which was originally quiet and still, had long been dyed a bright red, like a giant fireball.

Several figures flew across the grass and chased after the Tartar Cavalry from different directions. They used concealed weapons to call out to them, knocking them off their horses.

A group of Tatar soldiers were quickly annihilated.

"The Tartars are a group of fifteen, and will soon have no less than three groups converging here. "Hurry up and go!" The old Daoist landed beside Guangping and grabbed his arm. He then jumped into the forest not too far away and quickly retreated.

You can't ride a horse.

Horseshoe prints would be exposed.

Furthermore, to compete in horse riding with a Tartar was a very brainless matter.

After running for two hours, they finally stopped at an extremely dilapidated Mile Temple.

The Maitreya Buddha in the temple had already been pushed down, leaving only his belly on the altar.

Most of the roof had collapsed, but it was more or less a resting place.

After taking care of his wounds, Guangping used his mouth to bite open the dry food bag. He took out a piece of cold and hard flour cake and chewed it vigorously, while eating he asked, "Master! Chief told us to find that knight who killed nearly a thousand Tatars recently.

"Are you trying to recruit subordinates?"

"If you want me to say it, there's no need! We are people of the martial arts world, not trained soldiers. It would be more satisfying to fight one on one and kill some of the Tarantula. All day long, I've been holed up in Yang City, waiting for the Tatars to attack. It's really boring to help push down the Tatars who climbed up here. "

The old Daoist glanced at Guangping and then coldly said, "You're too stupid! Could he single-handedly kill all of the Tartars in the world? Only by gathering everyone's strength could they turn the tide. No matter how powerful the Wine Sword Immortal was, so what if he killed a thousand Tarantula within three days? And now the Towers are on their guard against him, and have laid out an inescapable net for him to take the bait. "

"Alliance Master could not bear to see his righteous disciple suffer so badly, so he sent us to assist him. Bring him into the city, and we will discuss big matters together! "

There were also several people around him, including monks, beggars and others. It was a common sight in the martial arts world, but most of the people in this team had it.

Unlike the Daoist and his disciples, most of them seemed to be silent and gloomy.