Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

Chapter 140, the masters gathered and pointed directly at the Yuanshi camp

"rush!!"

"Kill, kill!!"

"Houtu Qi, follow me."

"Sacred Snake Altar..."

"..."

There were screams in the valley, and countless soldiers in armor charged directly.

Some have shields in their hands, others have spears.

At this time, the initial trial stage has passed.

The two sides were fighting together, and the archers were useless and prone to accidental damage.

The Ming Cult and the Sky Eagle Cult are trained according to the military, so they cooperate well.

In contrast, people in the martial arts world fight alone, and they are most suitable for support.

On Baiwang Peak.

Song Qingshu watched everything quietly like an outsider.

Watching people being injured and dying, the wounded were carried off one by one.

And he... couldn't seem to do anything.

He could only watch quietly.

"Brother, it's almost done." Yin Li came to Song Qingshu's side and said in a deep voice.

"Yuanshi thinks the same as Qi Mu, they should prepare to break out."

"Most people are concentrated in the south."

Song Qingshu turned to look at Yin Li. At this time, Yin Li's face was covered with dust and his hair was messy.

The white dress was covered with weeds and dust.

"You must be very tired."

Song Qingshu helped Yin Li tidy up his hair.

Yin Li shook her head. She had seen too many people die today.

This was her first time experiencing a war, and people were too fragile.

Even a martial arts master will die in an instant under the powerful bow.

"Brother...will many people die?"

"Yes." Song Qingshu nodded.

"A lot more will die."

"Let's go."

The two of them walked slowly down the mountain. Along the way, there were soldiers resting or injured people being treated.

"Young Master Song."

"Miss Yin."

"Young Master Song."

"Miss Yin."

"..."

Many people looked at the two and smiled and said hello.

No one had any complaints because of the injury, and no one didn't hate Yuan Bing.

It is incumbent upon everyone to be able to kill Yuan Bing.

Everyone knew that Song Qingshu was leading all of this. Although they didn't know why, they had no complaints.

As for Yin Li, everyone respects him very much.

Yin Li was very busy during this period, and he could often be seen on the battlefield.

Yin Li was very busy treating everyone.

"Yes." Song Qingshu led Yin Li away slowly, greeting everyone he met along the way.

The same goes for Yin Li.

When the two of them passed by a forest, Song Qingshu's deep voice asked: "Yin Li, am I selfish?"

"Everything that happened today was caused by me."

"Many people don't know why they fight at all. They just know how to fight."

"That's all."

"They have no idea that everything is just because I want to protect Wudang."

"Just for a Wudang No. 100 man, he died several times now."

Yin Li turned to look at Song Qingshu. In the dim firelight, she saw the fluctuation in Song Qingshu's eyes.

He stepped forward to hold Song Qingshu's arm, and a gentle voice sounded.

"elder brother……"

"You are not selfish, you are good, and you are working hard."

"You stopped the master of Yuanshi."

"Although I don't know what you are doing, I am sure you are working hard. You are no better than the people in front of you."

"Since Yuanshi has taken action against Shaolin, now it will take action against Wudang, and then it will take action against other forces."

"Instead of letting Yuanshi defeat them one by one, it's better for everyone to fight."

Song Qingshu laughed at himself: "Desperately?"

"Maybe."

Did he try his best? He doesn't know it himself.

Yuan Shi and the top masters from the Central Plains were fighting desperately, but he was not involved at all.

Just stay here.

It doesn't matter if it's meaningless, there must be one person left here.

As for what Yin Li said about Yuan Shi defeating Wulin one by one, he didn't know and wasn't sure.

This time...his original purpose was very pure, just to protect Wudang.

But the current development has exceeded his expectations. The Yuanshi has more and more troops and more and more masters.

The situation was beyond his control.

"I owe you."

"I'll pay it back."

"must."

Song Qingshu looked at the group of people below and said something silently in his heart.

Halfway up the mountain.

This is the base camp. All mobilization, messenger troops, and messengers are all here.

It's been incredibly busy here.

Many times when everyone saw Song Qingshu and Yin Li, they didn't even have time to say hello, they just nodded in a hurry and left quickly.

Inside the tent.

Qi Mu, Hong Hong Banner, Tang Yang.

The flag bearer of the giant wooden flag: Wen Cangsong.

The three of them are extremely busy. Everything here is directed by the three of them, including the transfer of all the experts.

"Sir, miss."

"Young Master Song, Miss Yin."

"Young Master Song, Miss Yin."

When the three of them saw Song Qingshu arriving, they stopped what they were doing.

Song Qingshu nodded slightly and looked at the map on the table.

There is an extremely clear mark on it, which is the only place where Yuanshi can break through.

It was a plain, and as long as Yuan Shi broke through, there was no way he could catch up.

Now most of the troops are concentrated there, more than two thousand people.

"Has it started yet?"

Qi Mu said in a deep voice: "Yes, all Zhao Min's men and masters have withdrawn."

"They should be preparing to break out."

"Everyone is moving over there."

Tang Yang said with great solemnity: "Young Master Song, we hope you will come over."

"We have too few horses. Once they break through, we won't be able to catch up."

Song Qingshu nodded: "I will take people there."

"Where are the Mingjiao people? Are they here?"

Tang Yang smiled and said: "They are all here."

"Besides, Shaolin and Wudang are here, and everyone else is here."

"There are many casualties in the martial arts world. They are the backbone of all the major forces, so we cannot die too many."

Song Qingshu's eyes stayed on the map and said in a deep voice: "Tell me about the casualties."

Qi Mu, Tang Yang, and Wen Cangsong looked at each other with a hint of helplessness in their eyes.

Finally, Saiki spoke.

"It's big."

"The Sky Eagle Cult killed more than a hundred people and injured more than 800."

"Twelve hundred people from the Ming Cult came, and more than a thousand were injured. The death rate is similar to that of the Sky Eagle Cult."

Song Qingshu suddenly raised his head and looked at the three of them, saying in a deep voice: "It's a bit much."

Qi Mu remained silent. He also knew that this was a bit more than he originally expected.

Tang Yang sighed. In fact, he felt that he had taken advantage of this casualty.

He opened his mouth to explain: "Young Master Song, this is not a martial arts contest, not a battle in the Central Plains."

"This is a life-and-death feud!"

"Zhao Min's people here this time are all elites, not ordinary people. Most of them are like you who cut me with a knife, and I will give you a knife in return."

"These are people who have been through the battlefield many times. They are extremely vicious."

"We have taken advantage of the few casualties we have. If it weren't for the support from the martial arts people, we would have died even more."

"At least, the injured cannot be saved."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu nodded slightly. He and Qi Mu were just making estimates at the beginning.

There is always a difference between estimation and reality.

"kindness."

"I'll leave this to you."

"I've passed."

"Okay." Qi Mu and others responded.

Song Qingshu looked at Yin Li and said with a smile, "You are right over here."

"Be careful yourself."

"Yeah, yeah." Yin Li nodded repeatedly and said worriedly: "Brother, be careful."

"It's okay." Song Qingshu gave Yin Li a reassuring look.

Everyone stood up and sent Song Qingshu out.

They all know that side is the key.

Zhao Min's side has more than 30 masters. With the cavalry and the elite Yuan soldiers, it is easy to open a hole.

This hole must not be opened.

Once opened, all Yuan soldiers ran away.

Qi Mu felt it didn't matter, he knew very well Song Qingshu's purpose in setting up this game.

Protect Wudang.

Now that the goal has been achieved, Yuan Bing cannot go to Wudang.

It doesn't make much difference whether Yuan Bing leaves or not.

But Tang Hong and Wen Cangsong didn't want to see this result.

These Yuan soldiers must all die!

Five thousand men, elite equipment, more than a thousand horses, and military supplies, this is a huge resource.

In the night sky.

Song Qingshu came out of the tent and soared into the air, his figure not covered at all.

The long sword in his hand has been unsheathed, emitting bursts of cold light under the night light.

Go straight to the center of the battlefield.

"Hurry up, Young Master Song!"

"It's the young master!!"

"It's the young master!!"

"Young Master Song!!"

"..."

At this moment, everyone, whether they were injured or busy, looked at Song Qingshu in the sky.

Song Qingshu's figure was not fast. Every time he moved, he just stepped lightly on the trees, as if he was controlling flight.

Everyone knows Song Qingshu's strength.

But from the beginning of the war to now, no one has seen Song Qingshu.

This is the first time.

The appearance of Song Qingshu gave countless people confidence.

"Seniors, follow up!" Song Qingshu rushed straight down, his extremely loud voice combined with his internal strength to directly carry out the entire battlefield.

After the words fell, not only the Central Plains people, but Yuan Bing were also stunned.

So strong!

Although they are soldiers, they can learn some martial arts.

"Qingshu, let me go with you."

On a hillside, Li Tianheng was resting when he heard Song Qingshu's figure leaping up.

As light as a swallow, he entered directly into the center of the battlefield.

"Qingshu, Uncle Six will accompany you!" Yin Liting had been waiting.

Now seeing Song Qingshu appear, he jumped away.

"Qingshu, Uncle Seven will accompany you." Mo Shenggu laughed.

"The poor monk is willing to take a trip." A Shaolin man clasped his hands together, picked up the Zen staff and jumped up.

Although no one knew what Song Qingshu was going to do, everyone was willing to believe in Song Qingshu.

"Haha, boy Song, I, Zhou Dian, will accompany you!" In the middle of a battlefield, Zhou Dian laughed when he heard Song Qingshu's voice.

He couldn't sit still after he came over, so he came down to play.

Now that Mr. Song is moving, follow Mr. Song.

"Yang, are you willing to take a trip." Yang Xiao took a sip of wine, threw the kettle directly into his hand, and jumped up.

"Uncle is here, haha." King Yin Ye laughed loudly, and the giant eagle in his hand flew towards the control.

An eagle's call echoed in the air.

"I am not willing to take a trip." The monk laughed loudly.

One, two, three...

At this time, Song Qingshu's figure was close to the center of the battlefield.

His movement was not fast, and people joined him along the way.

These people are undoubtedly exceptions, and they are all masters.

Or some people are second-rate masters, or from other forces, but their Qinggong skills are not bad.

Some people want to join, but know that they are not strong enough.

Song Qingshu obviously slowed down. Although Song Qingshu didn't say it clearly, the conditions were already set.

Any speed lower than this is unnecessary and will only drag you backwards.

Wudang, Shaolin, Mingjiao...etc.

Yuan Bing's expression changed drastically when he saw the people flying across the night sky at high speed.

Many people roared angrily.

"retreat!!"

"retreat!!"

"retreat!!"

"..."

They are not fools. These people are all masters. There is no strong bow to restrict this group of people. When they come in, they are like sheep among wolves, and they can come and go freely.

"What are they going to do?"

"Where is our master?"

"What are you doing!!"

"..."

The faces of countless Yuan soldiers changed drastically. They were resisting normally, but now Song Qingshu appears and all the masters have gathered. How can they fight?

Isn't this just sending death?

Compared with Yuan Bing's fear, the Central Plains people's popularity has greatly increased. They are not afraid of so many masters at all.

Originally they were the advantage.

"Kill, kill!!"

"kill!!"

"rush!!"

"..."

Song Qingshu had already reached the center at this time, and the others followed closely, not knowing what Song Qingshu was going to do.

"Follow up!"

Song Qingshu didn't give any explanation and rushed towards Yuan Bing.

At this moment, countless people were stunned.

Heading straight to the Yuan Bing camp, what would Song Qingshu do?

Although people like Song Qingshu were all masters, they were in the Yuan Bing camp, with a thousand people.

Isn't this a way to seek death by rushing over?

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