[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

A sharp long arrow shot out from the shadows, piercing fiercely into the knight's chest, the galloping horse hissed, and the man stood up, as if he didn't notice that there was a person missing on his back, and ran away in an instant.

The bright red liquid soaked the soil on the ground.

Yan Jingbai slowly retracted the bow, very satisfied with his aim. This bow is of good physical fitness and strong arm strength. Of course, his understanding is not bad. In just a few days, he has mastered the basic skills of archery. He is still very satisfied. .

Zhu Ming and the others even applauded.

At this moment, a soldier came over holding a letter, Yan Jingbai frowned, and raised his chin in a gesture to Wei Zheng who was beside him.

Wei Zheng understood, and took a look at the letter. The more he looked at it, his brows became tighter, and his face became more and more solemn.

Yan Jingbai was puzzled, "What?"

Wei Zheng took a deep breath, and whispered in Yan Jingbai's ear, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid something is wrong. Goryeo General Ulji Moon-deok ordered to build a dam on the upper reaches of the Qingchuan River to store water. General Yuwen's 30 troops are in danger!"

Yan Jingbai's heart tightened. He didn't specialize in studying history. He didn't know much about the process of Yang Guang's attack on Goryeo. The only thing he knew was that he failed, and there were nearly a million people when he set off, and there were only [-] survivors. People, it can be seen that the fighting situation was tragic at that time, and the Sui Dynasty also went downhill quickly because of this incident, until the territory fell apart and wars broke out everywhere.

He can't afford to lose this war!

Yan Jingbai pondered for a moment, and said, "Do you think this matter is aimed at General Yuwen's 30 troops?"

Wei Zheng sighed and said, "The Qingchuan River is the only way to Pyongyang. If Ulji Moon-deok ordered to open the gates to release the water while the army was crossing the river, how many of the 30 Sui troops would be left?"

Yan Jingbai was frightened into a cold sweat by his description, if his guess is true, then the Sui army is definitely in danger.

Although there was still a sliver of luck in his heart, Yan Jingbai knew clearly that Wei Zheng's conjecture would most likely become true.

He paced back and forth a few steps, as if he had finally made up his mind, and said, "We won't go to General Yuwen's place anymore, we will go north instead!"

Wei Zheng was startled: "Your Majesty is going to stop the Koreans?"

Yan Jingbai said: "For such important news, the Koreans will not send only one messenger. This one was killed by us by mistake, but there are others. They must be stopped no matter what!"

"But Your Majesty," said Qin Qiong, who had been silent all the time, said with a wry smile, "It's not that the last general is talking about frustration, but with our more than 100 soldiers who are in extreme distress, even if they go, what effect will they have? But to die."

Cheng Yaojin frowned when he heard his words, and said in a rough voice: "Shubao, don't make others want to destroy your prestige, you let Gaoli come here, I will chop everyone with an axe!"

"The courage of a man!" Zhu Ming scolded in a low voice, "Are you going to let His Majesty take risks too? What are your intentions!"

Cheng Yaojinhu stared, and was about to scold back, but was stopped by Yan Jingbai, who waved his hand and said, "Once the plan to flood the Sui army succeeds, Ulji Mundeok will set up an ambush in advance, so send someone to open the gate to release the water." There won’t be too many people. Although we have few people, it’s not impossible to catch them off guard by surprise!”

After speaking, he glanced at several people, and finally his eyes fell on Wei Zheng, "What does Wei Qing think?"

The middle-aged scribe with a shaggy beard and a disheveled body slowly bent down, "I have no objection."

So things settled down.

On the vast plain, densely packed camps stretch as far as the eye can see, with no end in sight.

In the Lord General's tent, the lights were brightly lit.

General Zuo Yiwei Yu Wenshu stood in front of the table with his hands behind his back, seemingly in deep thought.

He is no longer young, his beard and hair are all white, but he is absolutely not as confused as an old man.His back was still tall and majestic, as majestic as a mountain, and his eyes were still sharp and compelling, without any gloomy color.

The slightly bulging temples showed his profound inner power cultivation.

The curtain was lifted, and the night wind came in from the outside, causing the lights inside the tent to shake slightly.

Yu Wenshu didn't turn his head back, but said in a deep voice: "It's getting late, Commander Dugu's injuries haven't healed yet, he should rest early, why did you come to this old man."

Dugu Sheng clasped his fists and said calmly: "I am reckless and bothering the Lord Yuwen, but now that His Majesty is missing and his life and death are unknown, I really can't sleep peacefully. May I ask the Lord if there is any news about His Majesty."

Yu Wenshu finally turned around, looked at the other party squarely and said, "To tell you the truth, the old man didn't send anyone to find out about His Majesty!"

"What?!" Dugu Sheng was furious, he pointed at Yu Wenshu, and said angrily: "Master Yuwen, now His Majesty's life and death are unknown, but you don't send troops to search for it, what is your intention!"

The atmosphere in the tent froze all of a sudden, and a huge coercion burst out, pressing directly towards Dugu Sheng.

Dugu Sheng only took half a step back, and then stood still. Even in the face of the mighty power of the Grandmaster, even though his inner instinct was filled with fear, he still held his head high and stared at him with resentment.

The coercion came and went quickly, and it receded like a flood in the blink of an eye. Yu Wenshu looked at Dugu Sheng who was sweating on his forehead, and said lightly: "That old woman You Chuhong dare not fight with this old man. Talking like that, you kid is too rude, and next time, this old man will never show mercy."

Dugu Sheng pursed his lips tightly, barely suppressing the churning emotions in his heart.

Yu Wenshu continued: "You said that the imperial guards in the rear were attacked by the Koreans, and you said that His Majesty's life and death are unknown. You are the one who said everything. Is there anyone to prove it?"

"You mean, I'm lying?" Dugu Sheng looked absurd, "Are all my injuries fake?"

"How do I know that this is not a good show conspired by you and the Koreans, the purpose is to disturb the morale of the army and give the Koreans an opportunity?"

"You!" Dugu Sheng couldn't bear it any longer. With a tense face, he shouted in a cold voice: "I am loyal to His Majesty, how could I collude with foreigners, Yu Wenshu, don't spit blood!"

"Whether I wronged you or not, I won't know until I finish this battle and meet His Majesty in person."

"But Your Majesty is in danger now!" Dugu Sheng was furious: "If you really don't want to send troops to look for it, then give me 1000 people and I will go find it myself!"

Hearing this, Yu Wenshu just raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly, "You are in the barracks, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

"You're going to put me under house arrest!"

"It's just to protect the safety of General Dugu!"

Although Dugu Sheng was extremely angry, he also knew that he was definitely not his opponent.With his broad chest heaving violently, he swung the curtain and strode out.

"Come in." Yu Wenshu said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and thin young man with a cruel and indifferent expression came in. He stood at the bottom and called out respectfully: "Father."

Yu Wenshu looked at his most outstanding son, and rarely showed a little smile, "You watch Dugu Sheng personally, and don't let him out of the barracks."

"Yes." Yu Wenhuaji responded, and then seemed to hesitate before asking: "Father really doesn't intend to investigate His Majesty's matter? What if what Dugu Sheng said is true?"

Yu Wenshu's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were shining strangely under the light. After a while, he said: "No matter what he said is true or not, whether he is lying to me or not, I can't believe him, understand?"

Yu Wenhua and his eyebrows twitched, as if he had realized something.

The rays of light are thousands of miles away, and the first rising sun slowly protrudes from the sky, like a fiery red ball, reflected on the shallow water of Qingchuan River.

The hundreds of thousands of troops were divided into front, middle and back, and began to wade across the river.

There are many dark shadows and crowds of people on the surface of the river, which can really be called a myriad of scenes.

The Sui army who was crossing the river would not know that a tragic fight was about to come on the upper reaches of the Qingchuan River.

Yan Jingbai prostrated silently in the dense grass, the bow in his hand had been drawn to a full circle, the sharp arrow was firmly aimed at a person, then he let go of the arrow and shot it, and the flashing arrow pierced hard like this The other party's forehead was splashed with blood, and the man fell down in response, leaving only a bloody hole on his forehead.

This sudden arrow completely stunned the Koryo army until a rain of arrows took away more than 20 lives again.

It's a pity that Yan Jingbai and the others don't have many bows and arrows, and the Koryo Army is a well-trained army after all, and they quickly stabilized their positions.

Under the command of the leader officer, the soldiers quickly put up their shields and began to fight back in formation.

Even though the other party did not send many people as Yan Jingbai had guessed, there were at least a thousand people, five or six times more than them, and all of them were well-equipped, much better than the group of them who had escaped all the way. The team does not know how much better.

Faced with such a huge disparity in strength, Yan Jingbai did not have the slightest confidence.

But he couldn't back down.

He straightened his back slowly, raised his longbow high, and shouted in a deep voice: "Listen, everyone, you are the last one. As long as there is one breath left, the Koreans will not be allowed to go near the Qingchuan River!"

The war is on!The two armies collided!

General Goryeo also seemed to have seen their plan. He looked at the more than 100 people who were almost refugees in this area with some contempt, then waved his hand, and separated a team of 200 people, intending to bypass the battlefield and go to Qingchuan River.

Yan Jingbai wiped his face fiercely, and personally led a dozen people to intercept him.

Cheng Yaojin's big ax danced vigorously, almost hitting the ax with one stroke, which was a scene of brains splashing out, but no matter how brave he was, he couldn't match the number of opponents.No matter how powerful the martial arts is, there is no chance of winning against a well-trained army.

The long arrow pierced through the air, flew past Cheng Yaojin's side, and ruthlessly shot into the chest of a sneak attacker.The reckless man wiped the blood spattered on his face, smiled at Yan Jingbai, and charged into the enemy again with his big axe.

Yan Jingbai shook his sore arm, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Wei Zheng, who was holding an iron ruler, and took away a life with just a single tap. To be honest, before today, he never thought that Wei Zheng would be a master of martial arts. , no wonder he would survive the day of the breakout.

It's just, isn't Wei Zheng a civil servant in history?It seems too cruel for a civil official to have such martial arts, or is this not a historical drama, but a world of martial arts that he doesn't know like the previous world?

If it was the world of martial arts, which martial arts would it be?

Countless questions flashed through his mind, but he also knew that now was not the time to think about these things. He glanced at the chaotic battlefield, and there were fewer and fewer Sui troops of more than 100.

Yan Jingbai's eyes were calm, he quickly shot an arrow, and then said coldly: "Set fire!"

Boom—the fire is burning!

Yan Jingbai squinted at the blazing flames, feeling extremely calm in his heart.

All he could do had been done, and it was up to God.

Whether the fire attracted the Korean army first, or the Sui army arrived first, is beyond his control!