Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 684, close relatives

After listening to Jia Yang's explanation, He Yuan was stunned for a moment, before continuing to ask: "The martial arts of these two assassins. What level is it in the Golden Witch Cult?"

Jia Yang explained: "In the eyes of the two uncles, perhaps the assassin's martial arts is nothing, but they cannot be used to measure the strength of the Golden Witch Cult. The poor monk judged from the news that the two assassins Dharma protectors, there should be more than a dozen."

By asking Jia Yang, He Yuancong gradually learned about some specific situations of the Golden Witch Sect.The Secret Cult has been sparing no effort to suppress the Golden Witch Cult, and they know their strength best.

At this time, the battle at the foot of the mountain intensified.

On the hill, everyone's eyes were attracted.In the camp of the Chiwen Department, apart from some herdsmen who fled, there are also some people who are resisting desperately.However, due to lack of strength, it eventually fell behind.

The cavalry of the Chiwen tribe was originally no match for the well-prepared cavalry of the Kingdom of Jin. With the help of other tribes in the grassland, it would be difficult to win even if they faced the enemy with all their strength. If people resist, they can't work together to fight against the enemy.By this time, the outcome has been divided.

He Yuan observed that the number of Chiwen cavalry who could stand out from the camp was getting smaller and smaller, gradually turning into a one-sided massacre.The only factor that can cause changes is the Golden Crow Cultist hidden in the camp of the Chiwen Department.

The dress of these people is no different from that of herdsmen, and it is difficult to distinguish them from ordinary herdsmen.Every time they make a move, they will target the generals of the Jin Kingdom cavalry.

Fortunately, among the cavalry of the Kingdom of Jin, there are disciples of secret sects and masters of the Central Plains.Except for the occasional unlucky one who was stabbed by an assassin, the counterattacks of most Golden Witch Cultists only caused confusion and did not play a substantial role in the battle situation.

The sky gradually brightened.

By the time a red glow appeared on the horizon, the battle in the Chiwen camp was coming to an end.The Cavalry of the Kingdom of Jin and their allies split up their manpower to chase the fleeing enemy.Others began to drive the captives into one place.

The early morning glow sprinkled on the wasteland, adding a little more bright color to the desolate scenery.

The fighting in the camp of the Chiwen Department is over.The cavalry of the Kingdom of Jin had escorted the captives to the open space to identify them and guard them by category.Then, some cavalry drove the captives to clean up the battlefield.

A group of people commanded by the Jin Guozhong Army waited for the return of the cavalry before starting to move.

He Yuan urged the horses, and followed the soldiers of the Chinese army to leave the mound, and slowly approached the Chiwen camp.Under the guidance of a group of cavalry, they entered the camp of the Chiwen Department.Standing on the mound, he already felt the size of the camp. After getting close to the camp, he found that the camp was already approximately the size of a small town.

He Yuan rode on the horse, looked at the traces left by the battle, and felt the cruelty of the war.The closer they got to the camp, the more obvious the traces of the battle were. Dark red marks on the ground, shattered weapons and armor, human and animal remains were scattered messily inside and outside the camp.Some strong captives are cleaning up.

Regardless of the captive or the victor, most people looked blank.The difference is that only some victors have a little more joy on their faces, while the losers have a little more sadness on their faces.

As He Yuan walked and watched, cavalrymen and messengers kept coming to report the situation of the battle to thousands of households.

Wan Hu and several other generals who followed the army listened and watched, while responding casually and replying, they walked up to a huge tent, and they got off their horses.

The big tent of the chief of the Chiwen tribe had been cleaned by the cavalry of the Kingdom of Jin, and the generals entered the tent one by one.

He Yuan didn't go in. At this time, there were probably thousands of things going on inside.He hesitated for a moment, then stood outside the tent and began to look around.

The wounded Jin Kingdom cavalrymen and Esoteric disciples had gathered to the left of the camp, and the doctors accompanying the army were carrying out treatment.

Seeing a few familiar figures, He Yuan hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

Zen Master Zhiqing and Zen Master Xinren are setting the bones of a middle-aged man.The two old monks were sweating profusely from work, and the middle-aged man's face was pale from the pain, and he struggled to utter a sound.

After the broken bone was connected and splinted, the middle-aged strong man was already in so much pain that he could not speak.Zen Master Xinren told him to rest well and not to move around.

The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and moved his hands and feet. He suddenly felt something, and when he looked back, he saw He Yuan standing not far away, looking here.

The two old monks had experienced marching in the middle of the night, fighting, and busy saving people, and they were already a little tired at this time. When they saw He Yuan approaching, they put down what they were doing and just had a rest.

He Yuan opened his mouth and asked: "The two masters, many of the original Jianghu people were injured?
Zen Master Xinren didn't say much, just sighed, "One thousand wounds to the enemy, eight hundred wounds to oneself."

Zen Master Zhiqing said: "Ordinary soldiers don't need to be dealt with by Jianghu people. But those members of the Golden Witch Sect don't have special clothes, they just wear ordinary herdsmen's clothes. It is difficult for poor monks and others to distinguish them. Once the opponent launches a sneak attack, it is often let People are hard to defend against. Many good players were injured in this kind of sneak attack, and those who were unlucky were killed on the spot. The exact number of casualties is not yet known, but only poor monks know that in this battle, Jingzhao Mansion came Six people were killed and more than [-] people were injured in the hands of the master.

He Yuan asked: "Are there so many? What we met today may not be the main force of the Golden Witch Cult, just one battle--" He didn't say anything after that.

Zen Master Zhiqing shook his head, "I didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful."

He Yuan recalled the Golden Witch Cult masters he met, and he also said with emotion: "The martial arts of these people are very different from the Central Plains martial arts, and they are almost all honed from fighting."

Zen Master Zhiqing said: "From the original friends, many people were injured in the moment of fighting, because they couldn't figure out the opponent's way."

While the two were talking, they heard a burst of moaning and scolding.

Looking at the reputation, several Jianghu people dressed as Central Plains people carried a few remains to the outside of the camp.

He Yuan saw that there were a few people in the group that he felt familiar with, they seemed to be members of the Nanwutai sect, a sect close to the secret religion.

He Yuan murmured, "There were also casualties there." After he said this, he suddenly realized that in his heart, he still didn't regard them as companions, and still felt that they were two people.

Zen Master Zhiqing said: "The sword has no eyes, and the Golden Witch Cult and the Esoteric Cult are entangled in grievances and grievances. When fighting, they don't care about distance or closeness."

Zen Master Xinren rested for a while, then went back for a walk.After he came back, he said to the two of them: "Almost all the people with minor injuries have already applied the wound medicine. Some of the people with serious injuries may become disabled, and some people don't know if they can survive these few days. Marching It’s too tiring, and some people may not be able to hold on.”
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