[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

As soon as Song Qingshu said this, Han Shantong's face suddenly turned cold, and he said with displeasure: "Song Shaoxia can't trust my Red Scarf Army?"

Song Qingshu shook his head and said: "The Red Scarf Army has moved to the world, and they are invincible. How can I not believe it? It's just that shrimps have the way of shrimps and crabs have the way of crabs. I am cautious by nature and want to have more protection."

Song Qingshu was so self-effacing, Han Shantong's complexion finally softened slightly.He pondered for a moment, then Fang Han said with a smile: "I heard that there are many war horses in Wudang..."

Song Qingshu didn't blink, and immediately replied: "Two thousand war horses!"

Han Shantong only shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Song Shaoxia might as well think about it again."

The voice of Han Shan's fairy tale fell, and Song Qingshu hadn't expressed anything yet, Mo Shenggu was already furious.Although he didn't ask about Wudang's business, he also knew that there was a shortage of war horses in the Central Plains, and it was enough to buy [-] soldiers for [-] horses, let alone borrowing them now.Song Qingshu remained calm and said slowly: "Five thousand war horses!"

As soon as this remark came out, even Han Shantong himself couldn't help but gasped.Han Lin'er, who was standing by the side, couldn't bear it any longer, and immediately asked, "Maybe you make the decision?"

Song Qingshu smiled proudly, and said loudly: "If I can't make the decision about Wudang, who else can make the decision?"

Seeing what he said, Mo Shenggu was also indifferent, so he responded with a smile: "Deal!" Han Shantong originally planned to ask for [-] more horses, but now they have doubled the number, how can he not be happy?

Song Qingshu, who was taken advantage of, was very calm, and only said softly: "I don't know if Chief Han is allowed to choose his own soldiers?" Seeing Han Shantong's hesitation, he added another sentence. "I only need five hundred cavalry."

Han Shantong was relieved when he heard the words, cavalry is not easy to train, but infantry is easy to become soldiers, since Song Qingshu doesn't want cavalry, it doesn't matter if you choose. "When will Song Shaoxia choose soldiers?"

Song Qingshu paused, and immediately replied: "It's not too late, choose now!" After finishing speaking, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

Everyone knew that Song Qingshu used soldiers like a god, and seeing that he wanted to select 4 soldiers from the 5000 horses left behind by the Red Turban Army, they were all quite curious, so they all followed.Han Shantong received Song Qingshu's [-] war horses. As the saying goes, he is short of manpower. Seeing that Song Qingshu wanted to select soldiers, he was extremely happy and ordered all the soldiers to line up and let Song Qingshu choose.

Song Qingshu stood on the general platform, his eyes slowly glanced at the more than [-] Red Scarf Army infantry in front of him. The weapons in these people's hands may not be sharp, and the armor on their bodies may not be complete, but they stand in line under the general platform. The Shangguan commanded him to subconsciously stand up straight and keep silent, looking like a soldier.Seeing this, Song Qingshu nodded slightly in his heart, but the first order he issued was: "Remove armor, take off clothes!"

Song Qingshu's internal strength is not weak, and his voice is neither high nor low, but all the red scarf soldiers under the stage can hear clearly.Everyone who had never heard of such a strange order was taken aback, looking at their superior in a rather bewildered manner.Seeing this situation, Mo Shenggu couldn't help but secretly frowned, the Wudang Rebel Army has always been ordered to prohibit, but the Red Turban Army is slightly inferior compared to it, Song Qingshu can only hear Song Qingshu shouting again: "Orders are prohibited, don't you understand? "

As soon as Song Qingshu said this, Han Shantong's face was a little unsightly.After a while, all the red scarf soldiers took off their armor one after another, and stood naked in the cold wind.Song Qingshu turned around again, and said to Han Shantong: "Boss Han, let me take a look at these soldiers with the help of your own soldiers. All those who have no injuries on their bodies come out!"

Han Shantong shrank his eyes when he heard the words, and said after a long time: "There are no worthy men under the great name, Song Shaoxia is really good!" After saying that, he waved his hand, and a dozen of his own soldiers around him ran towards the generals under the stage .Most of the soldiers of the Red Turban Army were farmers who had lost their livelihoods on the land. These people worked half their lives on the land and became soldiers in a hurry. How could they be the opponents of the Mongolian army if they fought alone?If there is no scar on the body, if it is not a recruit, then he is used to sneaking, playing tricks and fleeing on the battlefield.

In Song Qingshu's first round of selection, he selected more than [-] pawns with no injuries on their bodies.Thinking that he still regarded these infantry as elites, Han Shantong's face suddenly became a little ugly.At this time, Song Qingshu didn't care about saving face for Han Shantong, so he quickly issued a second order.This second command is simpler than before, one word - run!

Watching the [-] infantry wearing heavy armor and carrying weapons rushing towards the distant mountain with smoke and dust, Wei Yixiao finally couldn't help but jumped onto the stage and asked curiously: "Little slicker, what are you doing?" Idea? Fighting on the battlefield is based on the ability to kill, what's the use of running?"

Song Qingshu saw several generals of the Red Turban Army, together with Zhu Yuanzhang, Tang He and the two of them looking at him with piercing eyes, he couldn't help smiling slightly, and didn't hide his secrets, he just said softly: "We wait for martial arts competitions based on hard work and hard work. If you don't meet a master in battle, you mostly rely on your strength, and whoever is stronger will take advantage. Besides, if two armies are facing each other, if our army has the upper hand, should we pursue it? If we are unfortunately defeated, should we flee? If you can’t even run, how can you be a soldier?”

Song Qingshu's words made everyone think differently in their hearts, Song Qingshu ignored them, and just selected 500 of the 500 pawns who ran the fastest and were the strongest according to his own method.When choosing cavalry, it is even simpler.Song Qingshu chose an extremely rugged mountain road and ordered the cavalry of the Red Turban Army to run back and forth for a circle. He also selected [-] of them who were the fastest, most stable and most skilled in horse control.

With 5000 people to be selected, it was already night, and to facilitate Song Qingshu's selection of soldiers, a fire had already been lit in the valley.Han Shantong and the others were just here to join in the fun. It can be seen that Song Qingshu's events were unexpected, but it makes sense after careful investigation, and no one left.Seeing that Song Qingshu finally selected 5000 soldiers and ordered the troops to disperse on their own at Maoshi tomorrow, Han Shantong couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Where does Shaoxia Song plan to take these 5000 troops?"

Song Qingshu didn't hide anything, and replied in a deep voice: "Tongcheng."

As soon as his words fell, everyone immediately frowned.Tongcheng is located at the southeastern foot of the Dabie Mountains. The terrain is high in the northwest and low in the southeast. If you want to attack Anqing from Tongcheng, you will attack from your back.Relying on a mere 5000 troops to challenge the dangerous terrain and Mongolian cavalry, if it were someone else, Han Shantong would have sneered, but this person is Song Qingshu who can save the Red Scarf Army even in prison.Han Shantong saw that his expression was calm and did not seem to be joking, so he couldn't help asking: "Song Shaoxia is worried that our army will lose in the battle of Huoshan?" Yuan soldiers carried out a double-team siege.

Song Qingshu smiled wryly when he heard the words, and said in a low voice: "I'm not going to hide it from Chief Han, I'm more worried that you will win."

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but twitched his brows, and before Han Shantong could speak, he said: "Luring the enemy deep!"

"Not bad!" Song Qingshu frowned when he thought of the weapons Mongolia used to frame the Red Scarf Army in Haozhou.Every general has his own style and habits when he marches and deploys troops. Although Borotmoor is a direct disciple of King Ruyang, his nature is not the kind of person who is good at using schemes.Even besieging the city and fighting for reinforcements is not his usual style. According to his past habits of using troops, he should probably let the red scarf army into the city and then wipe them all out.Thinking of this, he couldn't help saying to himself, "If Bolotmur really has such a wise plan, I'm afraid there are other experts around him." Maybe Han Shantong could be persuaded, so he returned to his senses and cupped his hands and said: "Captain Han, the selection of soldiers is over, I will leave first!" After saying that, he and Mo Shenggu returned to the tent arranged by Han Shantong for their uncle and nephew. .

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qingshu mobilized his troops to practice, but what he practiced was not the martial arts of the Red Scarf Army, but Yi Tianhai's stunning saber technique.Back then Song Qingshu first learned the Jinghong sword technique but did not understand the profound meaning of the sword technique, so he compiled the ten simplest and most domineering moves in this set of sword techniques into thirty moves and taught them to the Wudang rebels.Now Song Qingshu has exhausted the essence of saber techniques, removed the chaff and kept the essence, and simplified these thirty moves into ten moves of "split, strike, cut, intercept, slice, frame, sweep, draw, lift, and push" and pass them on to the Red Scarf Army. .Zhu Yuanzhang and Tang He watched for half a day, and gradually saw the domineering and fierceness of these ten saber techniques. The two of them took the long saber in their hands, and used the saber techniques taught by Song Qingshu to check several moves, shaking their heads in disbelief.They didn't know that Song Qingshu's ten-style saber techniques had been a must-learn martial art for lieutenant soldiers for many years, until cold weapons completely withdrew from the era.

Song Qingshu didn't avoid the Red Scarf Army when he taught the saber technique, so not only Zhu Yuanzhang and Tang He were watching, but Wang Lie and Wang Wuguan's grandfather and grandson also came to join in the fun.Wang Lie saw that Song Qingshu was in charge of the selection and training of soldiers, so he didn't want Mo Shenggu to worry about it. He couldn't help being amused, so he said to Mo Shenggu who was standing beside him: "This time Qingshu saved your Beggar Sect disciples. Why are you gang leader hiding here?"

Mo Shenggu was startled when he heard the words, and for a long time smiled bitterly and said: "The Wudang Rebel Army was originally trained by Song Qingshu, my uncle is not as good as him."

Wang Lie couldn't help sighing slightly when he heard the words, because seniors and young are in order, what kind of mind does it take for a younger generation whose elders admit that they are not as good as themselves?Zhang Zhenren can teach a few disciples like the Wudang Seven Heroes, it is already enough to comfort him, so what does it matter if his martial arts are the best in the world? "On the battlefield, are you going to use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms or your Wudang swordsmanship?"

Mo Shenggu was taken aback again, although his continuous arrow technique is superb, but looking at Qingshu's military training posture, it can be seen that he intends to fight a tough battle of hand-to-hand combat.On the battlefield, the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon and Wudang Swordsmanship are not suitable.

Seeing Mo Shenggu's worried face, Wang Lie couldn't help smiling slightly, stood beside Mo Shenggu with his hands behind his back and said in a low voice: "Mo Qixia, would you like to learn the old man's marksmanship?"

Mo Shenggu turned his face to look at Wang Lie in disbelief, not knowing how to answer him for a moment.It turned out that when Mo Shenggu was young, he heard his master Zhang Sanfeng discuss the advantages and disadvantages of various weapons. The so-called sword is a gentleman, and the sword is a king, but they are not as good as a gun!Among the [-] kinds of weapons, marksmanship is the most difficult, Wang Lie's first-hand marksman inherited Yang Family Spear and Yue Family Spear, and his marksmanship has reached the pinnacle.Zhang Sanfeng talked about the martial arts of his best friend, and he only used ten words: Splashing water can't get in, and arrows and stones can't destroy it.How can such martial arts be passed on to others so easily?

Wang Lie seemed to understand Mo Shenggu's doubts, he only sighed slightly, and said softly: "I'm old! I'm limited by my talent, and I'm not someone who can teach me how to shoot. Now that the world is chaotic and the people are suffering, my generation of chivalrous people can only Do not hesitate to put the rise and fall of the world as the most important thing, and put the rest aside for the time being!" Wang Lie taught marksmanship in the Red Scarf Army for many years, and he broke the sect's opinion early on, and passed his Overlord Spear to the truly suitable people to make it flourish. It was his long-cherished wish.Since Mo Shenggu was broken by Shi Huolong's barriers to martial arts, he has also learned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and his martial arts has greatly improved.Wang Lie had tried his martial arts, so he became interested in teaching him.

What Wang Lie said, how could Mo Shenggu shirk it, just lifted his robe, kneeled down to salute Wang Lie solemnly, and said: "This junior will do his best to put the people of the world first!"

Wang Lie patted Mo Shenggu on the shoulder in satisfaction, stretched out his hand to help him up, and said with a shy expression: "This old man taught you the art of marksmanship, and I also have a little selfishness. In the future, Wu Guan will marry a wife and have children..."

"This junior will definitely pass the Overlord Spear back to the descendants of the Wang family!" Mo Shenggu immediately agreed.As soon as Mo Shenggu said a word, it was naturally hard to follow.

Song Qingshu didn't know the news that Mo Shenggu learned marksmanship from Wang Lie until the evening, when he was being held down by Mo Shenggu to take a bath.In addition to putting a lot of anti-cold medicine in the wooden barrel, what's more terrible is that the water temperature is extremely high, as if he was afraid that he would not be scalded to death.It's not that Song Qingshu didn't think about struggling, but whether it was pleading with soft words or resisting with force, he was ruthlessly suppressed by Mo Shenggu in the end.Seeing that Mo Shenggu was staring at him, not allowing him to leave the wooden barrel, Song Qingshu couldn't help but whimpered and complained: "Uncle Qi, what kind of wooden barrel do you use, why not use an iron barrel! The fire lasted for half an hour. After an hour of simmering, I'm ready! It's also delicious in color and fragrance!"

Seeing Song Qingshu's eloquence, Mo Shenggu was really annoyed and funny. He knew that his nephew had been favored since he was a child and would act like a baby, so he never gave him the slightest chance. He suppressed his smile and picked up the water ladle casually. He scooped up another scoop of hot water and poured it into the barrel.At this time, the water vapor in the camp was wafting up, Song Qingshu's porcelain-white skin had been steamed to a slightly bright red, and the exposed shoulders and clavicle were fine and well-proportioned.The condensed light on the water reflects the candlelight in the tent, making people feel extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

However, Song Qingshu had just adapted to the water temperature and was covered in sweat. Mo Shenggu's actions simply added fuel to the fire, and he immediately screamed: "Uncle Qi!"

Mo Shenggu just looked at him calmly, and asked slowly: "Do you want more water?"

Song Qingshu's eyes shrank, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing that Song Qingshu finally calmed down, Mo Shenggu finally sighed comfortingly, and then said: "The old man taught me the marksmanship. When you recover, I will teach you the marksmanship. I think the old man will be happy. If one day the world is full of men Everyone learns this marksmanship, strengthens their health, defends their home and country, and drives the Tartars out of the Central Plains..."

Song Qingshu lowered his head and looked at the water, and said softly: "It will be like this one day, but..." His thoughts were confused, and for some reason, he thought of the couple again. "Uncle Qi, I once saw a couple. The husband is from Yuan Dynasty, the wife is Han nationality, and they have a son. Is this child considered Yuan nationality or Han nationality? This couple followed the rules and never harmed anyone. But Yuan There is no way for the court, and their livelihood is difficult. In the future, when the Tartars withdraw from the Central Plains, how will they deal with themselves?... Before leaving the palace, Qi Shi once asked me, if the Han people become emperors, the Han people in the world can live a good life? So, why did Emperor Huizong lose his country again? I don’t know how to answer her.”

Only then did Mo Shenggu understand why Song Qingshu was so preoccupied and unhappy when he killed the queen of Emperor Yuan Shun.However, he didn't have an answer to Song Qingshu's doubts, so he had to bend down to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Qingshu, when you get back to Wudang, you can ask Mr. Song Liansong yourself. He is the master of the world. The head of the literati must have an answer."

Song Qingshu murmured "Hmm", but before he could speak, Wang Wuguan suddenly barged in, and said with a beaming face, "Mo Qixia, Brother Song, a big victory! Our army has won a big victory!"

Before Song Qingshu could speak, Mo Shenggu got up and asked: "Did the Red Scarf Army capture Huoshan?"

"It's just around the corner!" Wang Wuguan said excitedly, "The two armies joined the battle, and Borotmoor retreated more than [-] miles. The leader of Han has decided to leave the camp tomorrow and set off for Huoshan. Brother Song, are you willing to go with us?"

Song Qingshu, who had been sitting in the barrel, couldn't help sighing slightly when he heard the words, and splashed water on his face.Wang Wu saw that he was leaning against the side of the barrel with his eyes closed, and the water drops on his forehead slid along his browbones, rolled over his eyelashes and rolled down to his chin, falling drop by drop to the water surface, causing ripples, so he couldn't help sighing. , I only thought to myself: If I could have been born 20 years earlier, I must have a daughter to marry him!After a while, Song Qingshu finally said: "Brother Wang, before the Red Scarf Army departs, please help me send a letter back to Wudang."

"What letter?" Wang Wuguan asked subconsciously.

"Let Feng Mo's commander, the Wudang Rebel Army, send troops to Luotian, threatening Anqing." Song Qingshu said in a low voice.

When Mo Shenggu saw that Song Qingshu wanted to mobilize the Wudang Rebel Army, he immediately knew that the matter was of great importance, so he said, "I'm going to write a letter right away!" Then he told Wang Wuguan, "Wuguan, help me read Qingshu. Time, don't let him come out!" After speaking, he lifted the tent and strode out.

Just as Wang Wuguan sent Mo Shenggu away, Song Qingshu was about to stand up from the barrel in a blink of an eye.Song Qingshu was so disobedient, Wang Wuguan was only taken aback, rushed forward and pushed him back, sighed helplessly: "Brother Song, please let your seventh uncle save yourself! He has been learning marksmanship with my grandfather for a whole day, There is no time to change your clothes, so I ordered someone to boil water for you to take a bath, just in case you would catch cold during training! My uncle is nothing more than that!"

Song Qingshu was silent for a while, then said with aggrieved voice: "Of course I know that Uncle Qi treats me well, but it's really hot!"

Wang Wuguan's response was to add another ladle of hot water to Song Qingshu with a smirk!

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Uncle Qi: Qingshu, do you want to take a bath first?

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