Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 320 Mercy? ! (Four)

Besides, at the foot of the mountain, when Zhang Wuji rushed to the foot of the mountain, the building was already empty, and only Wu Chang brought some medicine boys to treat the injured.

Zhang Wuji didn't stop, and went straight to the east.

There is only one idea in his mind, to see the cruelty of the Mongols, to earn a happy life for his compatriots, to let the eldest brother see himself, and become a person like the eldest brother!
Thinking of this, his blood boiled with enthusiasm. This was an experience he had never experienced in his ten years. Even when he left Binghuo Island when he was ten years old and saw the land, he was not as excited as he is now.

Thinking in his heart, his feet didn't stop at all, and soon he caught up with the end of the large army.

At this time, the brigade has been divided into four echelons. Zhu Yuanzhang and other horse riders are in the first echelon. After hundreds of feet, there are some who have not grabbed the horses, but their own skills are good. Lingbo Weibu] There are about a thousand people who keep up with the team.

Then there are some people with insufficient skills, but young and strong people, this group of people accounts for the vast majority, and it can also be said to be the cornerstone of Mingjiao. It will naturally become the mainstay of Mingjiao.

The last ones were the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. They scattered and scattered behind, walking forward step by step.

Zhang Wuji was the first to overtake these people, and then he passed through the crowd of the third echelon and went straight to the second echelon.

Looking up, I saw that the cavalry in front had stopped and were sitting on their horses looking into the distance.

Zhang Wuji galloped away, and soon came to Hu Kui's side, and asked, "Brother Hu, why don't you leave?"

After that, he also turned his head to look into the distance, only to see billowing smoke and dust in the distance, and a row of black figures, like a city wall, advancing towards them.

Zhang Wuji was a little surprised. The Mongolian team in the distance, no matter in terms of discipline or quality, was far from what the scattered sand on his side could match.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang also took a breath.

It is not that he has never fought against the Mongols, but it was more of a private fight, and he has never fought with thousands of people, let alone the thousands of people in front of him.

And these Mongolian soldiers in front of them are far from being comparable to those they have encountered before.

"This is... the elite Mongolian soldiers!" Xu Da muttered to himself, "Brother, are we being too optimistic?"

Zhu Yuanzhang knew that everyone was looking at him now, and if he couldn't boost morale, I'm afraid that without the Mongols doing it, everything would be messed up on his side.

He also understands that the number of people on his side is twice that of the opponent, but if he fights on the battlefield, he may not be the opponent of those Mongols at all.

But at this moment, riding a tiger is difficult. Only by working together to overcome the current hurdle can we seek a better future.

Only after experiencing blood and fire, can one see the essence of a person clearly, and can truly screen out the talents one wants.

So he waited quietly, and waited.

Slowly, more and more Mingjiao disciples flocked to Zhu Yuanzhang and others. They watched the Mongols approaching slowly in the distance, and none of them gasped.

Almost everyone glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang subconsciously. Suo Ran might not have much approval in their hearts, but in their hearts, everyone more or less agreed with Zhu Yuanzhang, the leader.

But Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the horseback with a change of color, quietly watching the Mongolian soldiers in the distance.

At this moment, the other party seemed to have discovered the members of the Ming Cult, and stopped in the sound of the horn, and looked at the people of the Ming Cult.

A sense of uneasiness began to spread on Mingjiao's side.

Zhu Yuanzhang is still waiting, he is waiting for a suitable opportunity, an opportunity that can turn everyone's anxiety into bloody.

Following Zhu Yuanzhang's silence, some strange voices began to appear in the crowd.

"Can we beat the Mongols?"

"There are so many Mongols, there must be tens of thousands!"

"How many are we? We definitely can't beat it!"

"Why don't we withdraw!"

"It's still too late to run!"

It was such a voice, which came from one or two people, and then like a spark, ready to start a prairie fire, the breath of fear began to spread around everyone.

Hu Kui glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang in surprise, but he didn't expect him to be able to hold back his mouth until now.

If it continues like this, it won't be long before people's hearts will be scattered and they will completely collapse.

But Zhu Yuanzhang remained unmoved.

But at this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang moved suddenly. He hooked his feet to the longbow stuck next to the saddle, and then he jumped up suddenly and came into the air. Almost everyone could see him.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Zhu Yuanzhang parted his hands, and only heard a "creak", and the longbow left by the Mongolian cavalry was immediately drawn to its full string by him.

At this moment, he is still in the air, with a bow in his hand, but no arrows, even if the bowstring is full, so what?
Just when everyone was puzzled, a stream of light suddenly fell from the sky and fell into Zhu Yuanzhang's hand holding the bowstring. At this moment, the stream of light was the flying arrow on Zhu Yuanzhang's long bow.

"kill!"

Zhu Yuanzhang let out a roar, and suddenly let go of his right hand.

But seeing the streamer suddenly burst into light, and then accompanied by the sound of a bowstring, it suddenly shot towards the opposite Mongolian battle formation.

The next moment, everyone could clearly see that where the streamer disappeared, the entire ground was lifted up, and countless pieces of soil were blown into the air, accompanied by hundreds of Mongolian soldiers who were also blown up.

Then, there was only a huge explosion sound, which suddenly came over.It shocked everyone.

Seeing the Mongolians on the opposite side running around the world like headless chickens, I don't know what happened.

At this time Zhu Yuanzhang stood on the horseback and suddenly roared.

"Brothers, Mr. Song is watching us from the sky, are we still afraid of the Mongols?"

"Let me kill him and turn the world upside down! To avenge my Han family disciples who died in vain, to snatch more heads, to practice more advanced unique skills, and to become an indomitable fairy like Mr. Song!"

"Kill!"

First, the threat of an arrow frightens the people, then the righteousness persuades the people, and finally the knowledge of the benefit shakes the people.

With Zhu Yuanzhang's cry "Kill!"

Everyone was dizzy, and the large army of followers rushed out.

Maybe until they die or succeed, no one will feel that they are being threatened and used by others at this moment. At this moment, everyone has only one thought in their hearts.

Kill the Tartars, grab the head!

Practice stunts and become a fairy!

With a distance of just a few miles and without a cup of tea, the Mingjiao people could already see the Mongol banners and smell the smell emanating from the Mongol soldiers.

The next moment, hand-to-hand combat began.

It stands to reason that when the two armies are at war, they must first release a few rounds of arrow rain to destroy the enemy to the greatest extent.

But at this moment, everyone in the Mingjiao has lost their heads, and even Zhu Yuanzhang has forgotten what it means to arrange troops. There is only one word, and that is to kill.

But the Mongols of the Ming Dynasty were thrown into confusion by the streamer, and they didn't want the Mongols, no matter who they were, they would be thrown into confusion when faced with that earth-shattering explosion.

Coincidentally, the beam of light shot by Zhu Yuanzhang hit the Mongolian archers camp. Although everyone in the Mongols was good at shooting, the archers in the archers camp were all outstanding marksmen.

At this moment, he couldn't even shoot an arrow, and was taken away by Song Qingshu's streamer, but it was also cheaper for the Mingjiao people, so they wouldn't die halfway before reaching the mountainside.

But this group of Mongols is worthy of being the elite among the elites. Although they lost their positions and blew up the battalion, when they saw a large group of Han people rushing over, they also drew out their scimitars one by one, screaming and killing the Mingjiao people. .

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two parties were twisted together.

All of a sudden, flesh and blood flew across the wilderness.

Zhang Wuji also immediately found a Mongolian soldier as his opponent. Seeing that Mongolian soldier's face was swollen, and seeing Zhang Wuji's fair skin and thin figure, he rushed towards him clamorously, and slashed straight at Zhang Wuji's neck with the machete in his hand.

Zhang Wuji's heart was beating wildly, the Mongolian opposite was such a vivid person, his glasses, his figure, and his smell all reminded him that this was a real person.

And this person is rushing towards him at this moment.

Zhang Wuji was startled, and quickly turned sideways to dodge the knife. He had completely forgotten about [Lingbo Weibu] and [Nine Suns Manual] at this moment, and the only thought in his mind was to dodge the knife.

Fortunately, his body is strong, and his body can dodge instinctively after his internal strength. It is not an ordinary Mongolian soldier who can hurt him.

But Zhang Wuji didn't think about killing the Mongol, he just wanted to avoid his attack, there was no need to kill.

But seeing that he couldn't even touch the shadow of Song Qingshu, the Mongolian was so anxious that he yelled.

But at this moment, a young man slightly younger than Zhang Wuji, taking advantage of the Mongolian soldier's inattention, planned to sneak attack the Mongolian soldier from behind.

It's a pity that he is too thin and weak. Even after accepting Song Qingshu's preaching, he is still only a little stronger than an ordinary person, but he is far from being the opponent of this burly Mongolian soldier.

The Mongolian soldier had seen him a long time ago, and now he turned around and grabbed the steel knife in the boy's hand with one hand.Then he pulled hard, and pulled the steel knife out of the boy's hand.

The young man let out a cry of surprise, and stepped back abruptly. As soon as he stepped back, a steel knife passed over the place where he was standing just now.

It was the Mongolian soldier who left Zhang Wuji, who was out of reach, to kill the boy.

Zhang Wuji was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that the enemy he was fighting with suddenly left him alone and attacked others.

But just because of his stupid effort, the Mongolian soldier chopped the steel knife into the boy's head.

That knife almost split the boy's head in half vertically.

The boy is dead and cannot die anymore.

But the Mongolian brandished a bloody steel knife and looked at Zhang Wuji provocatively.

Zhang Wuji stared straight at the young man's corpse, completely forgetting the environment he was in right now.

Seeing an opportunity, the Mongolian soldier hopped lightly twice, and stabbed Zhang Wuji silently.

Zhang Wuji stared at the young man with dull eyes, ignoring the steel knife poking towards him.

The next moment, the steel knife pierced into Zhang Wuji's body.

(End of this chapter)