Liaozhai: I just want salted fish with invincible magical powers

Chapter 382 Ah!I'm dead

But when asked immediately, no one among the refugees was willing.

Hu Qian was naturally not surprised. These people had just escaped from the dead, and they were afraid of the golden soldiers like snakes, scorpions, tigers and leopards, so how could they be willing to fight again.

Besides, even if they wanted to, they thought they were no match for Jin Bing at all, wouldn't they die in vain?

However, under the so-called heavy reward, there must be a brave man. After Hu Qian proposed that those who followed him in the battle would be rewarded with [-] pennies, some people were shaken.

After that, after seeing Hu Qian's sword cut a deep mark on the ground outside the city, fifty people among the refugees stood up.

After all, with such strength, Jin Bing couldn't deal with it.

What's more, it was seen that Hu Qian fell from the sky before.

This kind of person is no different from a god, and there is nothing to be afraid of if such a person helps them.

Hu Qian didn't change any armor and weapons for them, but let them wear their original clothes.

In this way, if someone sees it, they will naturally believe that Hu Qian is really a god descending from the earth, and the power of faith can be greatly improved.

Everything was ready, and when he was about to set off, Lu Zhishen walked up to him suddenly, "Brother! Earlier I..."

Hu Qian patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, you did a good job."

Lu Zhishen said: "But I...killed several soldiers defending the city."

Hu Qian said: "Listen to the order, now I order you to bring five thousand troops as a countermeasure, and follow up twenty miles away from me."

Lu Zhishen said: "Brother, what is the meaning of this?

If you let the Sa family go up to fight, the Sa family will have nothing to say, even if you die in battle, you are still worthy of the few brothers who were killed by me, but it is twenty miles away..."

Hu Qian said: "Just follow."

Lu Zhishen had no choice but to obey orders.

So Hu Qian ordered his soldiers and horses, and led 50 people on horseback.

Lu Zhishen followed behind with five thousand troops, while Cao Zheng temporarily guarded the city.

The goal is not anywhere else, directly heading for Bianliang City in Tokyo.

There is no other reason, there should be the most golden soldiers there.

Maybe Emperor Daojun and Song Qinzong haven't left yet, maybe they can meet again this time.

Perhaps it was because Wanyankang had wiped out all the surrounding area, and where Hu Qian and his 50 people went, they didn't even meet a single golden soldier.

There are only corpses and ruins that have been burned.

When passing by a village, someone saw Hu Qian and the others approaching. At first, they were too scared to speak, but later saw that they were Han people instead of Jin soldiers, so they hesitated to come out.

When they asked about the intention of Hu Qian and others, and learned that they were going to attack Bianliang, they were taken aback for a moment, and then slowly hid in the ruins.

Hu Qian said, "I am the King of Ming Dynasty, Wu Da."

As he spoke, he waved the Tai'a sword, and immediately a beam of sword light rippled away. Wherever it went, a gap was cut in the ground.

The man turned pale with fright, but when he heard that it was King Ming, he asked, "You explain the king, is it the Hunshi Ming King Wu Da? The Ming King of the Great Xia Kingdom?"

Hu Qian pointed to the ditch in front of him and said, "This shouldn't be fake.

Come with me and take you to find Jin Bing for revenge. "

If it was before, Hu Qian might turn around and leave.

But for the power of faith, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, so I have to hide a few words in earnest.

It's just that the man hesitated for a while, and still shook his head to express his refusal.

Hu Qian was no longer reluctant, and was about to leave when a voice suddenly said, "I'll go with you!"

It turned out to be a little boy hiding in the grass.

He looked only eleven or twelve years old, with a dusty face, a birthmark the size of a thumb under his right eye, and his eyes were full of determination.

Hu Qian didn't want to agree at first, but the persistent look shown by the boy was beyond his imagination, so he nodded.

"What about your parents and family?"

"They were all killed by the golden soldiers."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid I will take revenge. Before I die, I must avenge them. If I don't go this time, I won't have a chance later."

Hu Qian nodded, asked someone to include him in the formation, and let him ride the same horse with another person.

Although it may be a little dangerous, Hu Qian still has this confidence. As long as he is there, they will not be in any danger.

After all, he didn't believe that those golden soldiers could stop the power of this sword.

As he was talking, he suddenly heard whistling sounds not far away, and the sky was full of dust in the distance. It seemed that there were many large groups of people coming here.

Except for the child, everyone else was scared and hid, whether it was those who were hiding in the ruins or the 50 people who followed Hu Qian to fight.

Hu Qian didn't blame them either. Before confirming their own strength, they were just a group of poor ordinary people who were frightened by the golden soldiers.

He took the horse and waited quietly for the other party's arrival.

The war horse neighed and the hooves sounded.

Among the rising smoke and dust, four gray figures rushed out.

Behind the gray shadow, there are thousands of troops hidden.

It's Jin Bing right.

The boy's pupils shrunk.

The leader looked at Hu Qian, then at the child he stretched out his hand, and at the fifty people who were sitting crookedly.

Suddenly he laughed, pointed at Hu Qian, and said something to the people behind him while tilting his head, as if he was watching something interesting.

The rest of the people also laughed, as if as long as they urged the horses under their crotches, rushed over and swung their weapons, the Han people in front of them would be killed.

That's right, it was like this before, and it won't be wrong this time.

This is common sense, and Jin people know it-the Han people seem powerful, but they are actually very weak, and they will be terrified if they are frightened a little.

Because there seemed to be no women around, and Hu Qian and the others didn't look like rich people, so the Jin soldiers didn't plan to do anything, just killed them.

They were still rushing to find Wan Yankang and come back.

I heard that he went to Qingzhou.

It was the territory of the Great Xia Kingdom, although the Jin people also knew that the Great Xia Kingdom was established by a cook cake seller in an unknown town in the Song Dynasty.

But no one knows the strength of the Great Xia Kingdom.

But I heard that the lord of the country is called Hunshi Mingwang, and he is a very powerful person.

The leader of the golden man chattered a lot, and then didn't bother to look at Hu Qian and the two, then turned his horse's head and was about to head towards Qingzhou.

"Crack!"

A familiar voice sounded, Jin Bing didn't pay much attention to it, and no one even looked back.

However, there was a scream of "ah" behind him.

The cry was very familiar, it was one of our own.

They turned around in surprise, and then saw a scene that they would never forget in their entire lives.

The two soldiers sent to carry out the massacre mission had been cut in half, half of the corpses were still on the horse, and the upper body fell off the horse's back.

The blood is still flowing.

In fact, it is more accurate to say that the spraying is more accurate, the surroundings are full of blood red, and it is no longer possible to tell whether it is this person or that person.

Everyone was stunned.

Because of the calmness and arrogance just now, no one looked back, so they didn't know how the two died.

But when he looked up, he saw the blood on Hu Qian's Tai'a sword dripping on the ground bit by bit.

No idea, that's why.

"kill!"

As soon as the leader Jin Bing waved his hand, another five soldiers rushed over.

These are five soldiers who can fight well.

When they were in Bianliang, the five of them killed more than 40 Song soldiers, and even the best of the Forbidden Army that Song Ting was proud of were not their opponents.

And they generally don't need to kill twice, just one knife, and the enemy's head will be chopped off.

This is the basic quality that a soldier with a fierce style should possess.

Because this is the only way to demonstrate the force of the Jin soldiers, it was the case for the decadent Liao Dynasty, and it was also the case for the Song Dynasty, followed by Dali and Xixia.

But before he could fully withdraw his thoughts, the knives of the five soldiers had already flown out.

Flying out together with these shiny weapons, there are five half corpses.

Just like the two people before, these five people were instantly beheaded into two parts.

The only difference is that this time everyone saw clearly.

That's a really fast sword.

Everyone saw only a white sword light, and the five soldiers died.

But having said that, such a thing as Jian Guang really exists.

And you can clearly see it clearly, it is white.

It is said that there is a powerful swordsman in a certain dangerous situation. He will use a very powerful method, which is called sword energy.

There were many famous swordsmen who tried to challenge, but they all failed, and even many people died in his hands.

But even he couldn't emit such a sword light.

I heard that there is a monk in the far west, who is also very powerful, and can compete with this swordsman.

The monk called himself Dizang, but he couldn't remember the name of the swordsman.

In addition to their love of competing with others, the two also went around trying to persuade them to join their sect.

One is called Hell Sect, and the other is called Jiejiao.

They're all weird names.

I also heard that they said that they want to become the only true god in this world, only in this way the world will not disappear.

As for what is the disappearance of this world and what is not disappearing, no one knows. What everyone knows is that only by fighting can you bring back money and women. This is the most important point for Jinren.

Those two people were not bothered, they still took the trouble to persuade people to join them.

There used to be nobles who wanted to recruit them, but they refused.

Although the dwarf sitting on the horse in front of him didn't speak or make any unnecessary movements, he had an intuition that he and those two people should be the same person.

Even, they may all come from one place.

Just like those fox demons and ghosts that pop up out of nowhere.

No one can really tell where they came from, not even how they themselves, except that they had a dream and ended up here.

This must be a dishonest statement, how could it be possible to go to another place after only having a dream.

There is no way for these dishonest people to join his team, he doesn't believe what they say, at least not like Wanyan Kang.

Wanyan Kang likes to use ghosts and fox demons to help fight, but he knows that sooner or later something will go wrong.

Because none of them are honest people.

The sword light was so dazzling that even the wound was very smooth, without any flaws.

He knew that people like himself would not be opponents of the man in front of him.

I originally thought that people like Hell Sect and Jiejiao were only found in the Kingdom of Jin, but I didn't expect there to be such powerful people here.

It's useless, no matter how hard you struggle.

The person in front of him had killed seven people, and he didn't even have the slightest disturbance in his breathing.

This kind of person is a master, there are no unnecessary words, and they will not say or shout, I will kill you or something like that.

Peerless master.

This is the most sincere evaluation from the bottom of his heart.

Then, he knew that all of them had to die here.

It doesn't matter if you die.

There is an old saying in the people of Song Dynasty, if the earthen pot is not separated from the mouth of the well, the general will inevitably die before the battle;

This is the truth.

As long as you go to the battlefield, death is just a matter of time.

Thinking of this, he was not afraid anymore, patted his horse forward, and asked calmly: "Dare to ask Your Excellency's name."

Hu Qian was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the golden general had such a bearing.

And it seems that he has seen his own strength, which is a bit surprising.

After all, as long as people saw his three-inch appearance before, they would probably judge people by their appearance, so they would not ask what their name was.

"Great Xia Kingdom, Hunshi Mingwang, Wu Da!"

General Jin Ren nodded with such an expression on his face, "Duke Ming is good at swordsmanship."

Then there was a moment of silence.

Afterwards he continued: "If I voluntarily dismount and die, can King Ming spare my soldiers?"

Hu Qian was taken aback again, then shook his head.

And behind him, fifty people couldn't believe their ears and eyes when they saw such a strange thing.

Although King Ming is powerful, there is only one person.

And the golden general in front of him stretched out his hands and feet with tens of thousands of soldiers. The two sides hadn't fought much yet, so why did they suddenly say that they wanted to dismount and suffer death?

Could it be that Master Ming used some kind of hypnosis spells?

On the other side, the boy also looked shocked.

As for the few people hiding in the ruins, they also looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding what happened.

"Then do it, go!"

General Jin Ren gave an order.

The soldiers behind then rushed forward.

Except for the difference, the target this time is only one person.

But the degree of danger is higher than before, even more dangerous than rushing into the palace to capture the Song Emperor.

Among other things, just that ray of sword light is unmatched by the Song people.

"Shh!"

The sword light lit up again, and the front row of soldiers was the first to bear the brunt. They were just people before, but this time they were cut into two pieces, even the people and horses.

General Jin Ren wasn't even too surprised, because he had expected such a situation a long time ago.

Faced with such a fairy-like figure, mortals have nothing to do.

He has seen this scene before, so he already understood it.

It's just that I still feel a little sad and unbearable. After all, I am a brother who was born and died with me. How can I not be sad when I see pieces falling down one by one.

After that, he swung the hammer in his hand and rushed over.

Not surprisingly, he was also divided into two parts.

Before dying, a thought flashed in his mind, did Wanyan Kang die at the hands of King Ming?

There is really no way, this person is too powerful.

Brothers did their best.

I rushed, I died, I was split in two, but it's not really my fault.

(End of this chapter)