[Yi Tian] Ding Minjun

In the marching tent in the dense forest at Baiyun Mountain, two people were standing, and the other was pacing back and forth.Besides these three, only one person is seated—a man with a mask covering the upper half of his face.

In front of him was a small case with a glass and a bottle of wine on it.The man occasionally picked up the bottle and poured a glass, or drank it down, or squeezed the glass in his hand and shook it gently.

This person looked very laid back, and his appearance and demeanor were very different from those of the other people in the room.If someone can see the expression under his mask through the mask, they will find that he is slightly squinting at this moment, as if enjoying this moment very much.

Time passed bit by bit. For the person sitting, this time seemed to turn into the glass of wine in his hand, but for the other three, every minute and every second was suffering.

The standing man didn't know whether he was tired or what, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he didn't raise his hand to wipe it off.At this moment, to him, that has no meaning.The expressions of the remaining two people standing were not good either, one was livid and the other was pale.

I don't know how long it took, but the people walking around seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and rushed to the masked man with a stride, he bent down, put his hands on the table, his voice stammered: "Shan , Mr. Shanfeng, the Tartars have sent, sent a thousand, a thousand people!"

The pale-faced man also spoke: "Mr. Shanfeng, we... we only have 500 people, can we really stop it?" His voice was tense.Beneath his tense voice, he actually wanted to ask: In such a situation, should we retreat?

After listening to what he said, the only masked man sitting in the room paused, but he didn't stop.Then he turned his head slightly and looked at the only person left in the room: "What does General Nie think?"

Nie Xiuqing's face was still ashen, but she was much calmer than the other two.After he was named, he turned to look at the man called Mr. Shanfeng. His expression was a bit complicated, with regret and helplessness in it: "I only regret that I didn't follow all the suggestions of Mr. Shanfeng before. Dare to ask Shanfeng Sir, what are my chances of surviving?" He didn't even ask about the winning rate, only whether he could survive.

The masked man and Nie Xiuqing looked at each other for a while, and the corners of their lips curled up slightly: "We? We will definitely survive."

Hearing what he said, Nie Xiuqing and the others were uncertain.But they can't do anything now. The several consecutive victories they achieved under this person's suggestion before made them dizzy, so they underestimated the enemy so much later.In the latest conflict, two-thirds of the troops were lost, leaving less than 500 men.

However, the Tartars were determined to wipe them out. In addition to the original 800 people, they added another 200 people.

Only then did they think of the man who brought them victory.

Later they retreated into Baiyun Mountain and finally settled in this valley.The valley is surrounded by mountains, and only one narrow path leads to the valley.They fought and retreated, and finally hid here.

But Nie Xiuqing and the others were very worried. The Tartar soldiers only needed to hold the valley for a while, and they would be exhausted inside.

The man walking around in the house couldn't help but lifted the tent, and said to the soldiers outside: "Go and check again, see if the Tartar soldiers are stationed or ready to attack?" After he finished speaking, he licked his dry lips.

The masked man looked very calm: "General Zhu, the Tartar soldiers will definitely attack." He shook his head slightly: "The enemy is strong and we are weak, the enemy is numerous and we are few, the enemy wins and we lose, and I retreat..." He After saying the last two words, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then he whispered the last two words: "The enemy has entered!!"

At this moment, the tent was thrown open suddenly, and a small soldier rushed in, not the one Zhu Guangqing sent away just now, but the soldier who had been investigating outside before.

Regardless of the fact that he was still breathing, he said out of breath, "Tartar soldiers! Tartar soldiers are attacking!"

As soon as his words fell, the sitting Mr. Shanfeng also stood up: "Have you prepared everything?"

The little soldier swallowed his saliva: "Mr. Hui, everything is ready, the rolling stones and firewood are all ready! Just wait for the Tartar soldiers to come in!"

Hearing what the little soldier said, Mr. Shanfeng bowed his hands towards the other three people in the room: "Next, it's up to the three generals."

The tension on the faces of the remaining three people in the tent was also swept away. Zhu Guangqing, who had been walking up and down before, picked up his dick and said to the other two: "Brother Nie, Brother Tan, the rest is up to us." Already!" There was a bit of arrogance in his words.

The man in the mask watched the three of them leave, with a slight smile on his face, before sitting back at the desk, he drank from his glass and shook his head slightly, as if he was talking to himself: "Soldiers marching on narrow roads!" You need to guard against ambushes, you need fire protection when you march in the forest, and you need to guard against rolling stones when you march in the mountains. Thousands of people? Oh, is a thousand people amazing?!"

Emei.

Everyone was busy with their own affairs, when suddenly there was a bang, and a window of a house was shaken open.A woman in blue jumped out, followed by a nun in black.One of them was holding a sharp sword and the other was holding floating dust, and they fought inextricably.

The people in the teacher's gate were taken aback, some young ones couldn't help screaming, even Fang Bilin, Su Mengqing and others opened their mouths in surprise.Only Jingxuan and Jingxu waited for the senior sisters to appear more stable. They hurriedly appeased their junior sisters and nephews: "Master and junior sister Ding are trying to unravel their tricks, everyone, don't panic."

While talking, several people chased after Ding Minjun in the direction of his struggle with extinction.

The two of them fought all the way to the forest in the back mountain, they suppressed five points of their internal energy, but they didn't hold back the rest at all.On the other hand, Ding Minjun used all his strength, and saw that her sword was full of sword energy, and every attack was carried with a sword edge.The long sword and the floating dust can even make a sound when they hit each other.

Jingxu let out a cry, and then sighed: "Junior Sister Ding is really advancing so fast, she has improved so much in the past six months."

Su Mengqing said in a low voice: "Isn't it... For the past six months, the master has been instructing Senior Sister Ding every day!" Her voice was a little sour.But she is just talking, she was not Ding Minjun's opponent in the past, and now she is several grades behind.

Jingxuan turned her head and glanced at Su Mengqing, Su Mengqing flinched, and quickly lowered her head.

At this moment, Jingxuan looked back at the forest, and saw Juejue and Ding Minjun undo dozens of tricks again, Jingxuan pursed his lips: "It's almost there, already caught in a fight, I think the master will not fight again."

Sure enough, not long after Jingxuan's words fell, Juejue Zhangfeng was in full swing, and he used [-]% of his internal energy to shake off Ding Minjun's moves.

Ding Minjun's internal energy was not on the same level as Juejuan's, so naturally he couldn't resist at this time, and the sword was deflected all of a sudden.If it was normal, this fight would be almost over, but at the moment Ding Minjun's sword was deflected, Ding Minjun's left hand suddenly slapped Juejue.Juejue had just used his tricks, but before he stopped, he was caught off guard by Ding Minjun's palm on the shoulder.

As soon as Ding Minjun succeeded in the blow, she immediately retracted her hand. Her palm only had moves, but no inner strength.Ding Minjun looked a little embarrassed, and muttered: "Master..."

Miejue was not angry, but nodded: "Very good, this..." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly heard a little girl shout again.

Everyone looked over there, only to see a little girl running and shouting: "Great victory! Great victory! Great victory in Lingnan, the righteous men in Lingnan rioted and killed 1000 Tartars!"

The author has something to say: This is on Thursday, and I owe four updates at the moment, I will spare time to pay back the double update>_