[Yi Tian] Sushou embroidered rivers and mountains

He touched his back and grabbed a large black knife, and his body shrank a lot in an instant.The steel wire mesh turned into a spider web under the dragon knife, and it was cut to pieces after a few strokes.

Chen Youliang slashed at Qingge fiercely: "Leave the Yitian Sword!"

Qingge dodges to avoid the blade of the dragon-slaying knife, and puts away the Yitian sword: "I'm not in the mood to waste time with you."

After singing the song, the cuffs flicked, and a three-foot-long white gauze came out.Chen Youliang was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, his hands and feet were bound by white gauze, and the dragon-slaying knife fell to the ground, hurting several people below.

"Dragon Slayer!"

The beggars exclaimed, their eyes filled with greed and eagerness.Qing Ge glanced at Chen Youliang, lightly jumped off the roof, rode on the horse, and left in the dust.

No one stood in her way, everyone was fighting for the precious sword.

Chen Youliang managed to break free from the shackles, regained the saber, and beheaded the most fiercely contested subordinates just now, and said with a sneer, "Anyone against Yuan Rebels? Hmph..."

Qing Ge flew all the way and crossed the Yangtze River in just a few days.Now that the Mingjiao Army has won and lost, the Mongol cavalry still showed great strength.If it was hundreds of years ago, heavy chariots could be used to form a chariot formation to press against the opponent; but now, the opponent's overwhelming rocks mixed with fireballs are simply the biggest nemesis of the chariot formation.

Is it really necessary to train a cavalry?

Mongolians have always been raised on horseback.How easy is it to become a cavalry stronger than them?

Qingge looked up at the sky, and randomly found an inn to rest.

She accidentally met a man, Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was even more downcast than she had imagined, his blue shirt could no longer see his original color.Qing Ge almost wondered if he joined the Beggar Gang and made it look like this on purpose.

Song Qingshu sat down in front of her carelessly, with undisguised obsession in his eyes.

"Grand Master and Dad kicked me out of Wudang Mountain." Song Qingshu spread his hands, "Look, Zhang Wuji also abandoned you. If you married me back then, you would definitely not be like this now."

"Do you think that the reason why you were abandoned by Wudang was because you secretly peeped at my bedroom that day?" Qingge felt a little inconceivable.What is going on in this man's mind?

"Isn't it? You are the great benefactor of the Wudang faction, but I..."

"Song Qingshu!"

Qingge stood up abruptly, her eyes were as cold as ice, "Don't think that I am in Emei, and I don't know everything. It's clear that you secretly drugged the Wudang heroes' tea and took the position of leader. How could it be my fault!"

"Grand Master and Daddy were supposed to pass on to me. What's more, Elder Chen said that once the great event is completed, we will be the heroes of the founding of the country! Grand Master, Daddy, and Wudang will all enjoy innumerable honors because of me." Wealthy!" Song Qingshu said hoarsely.

Qingge raised her hand slightly, then put it down gently.

"I'm not qualified to teach you." Qingge sighed, "The founding hero? Who is the emperor? The leader of the beggar gang? Does your Elder Chen want to 'hold the emperor to make the princes'? Song Qingshu, not to mention he can You can’t get what you want. Even if he really becomes the emperor, you must be the first one to die.”

"Nonsense! Chen..."

"You are really devoted to him. Think about it carefully, what will happen to the fake leader of the Beggar Clan he single-handedly supported? What will happen to you, the 'Master of Wudang'?"

Song Qingshu's face was blue and white, very ugly.

"So, you're just an abandoned disciple of the Wudang Sect, and you didn't join the Beggar Gang?"

Song Qingshu held his head in pain, nodded silently, and then again.

"I only recognize myself as a Wudang disciple, and I also want to make Wudang great. But I don't have the skills of my father and my uncles, and I don't have the good luck of Zhang Wuji! Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji, Zhang..."

"If you keep talking about him, he will live a good life, and he will live a better life than you."

Song Qingshu stared at Qingge for a long time, and said, "Every sentence of yours is heart-wrenching, but it is the truth."

His eyes faintly recovered, but more resentment.

Qingge walked up to Song Qingshu, and lowered his eyes slightly: "You really want to fight for the world? Song Qingshu, the Wudang faction's gist is only indifferent, and you have violated this one. I believe Zhang Zhenren and Song Daxia won't care about anything 'The founding hero'."

"I know." Song Qingshu muttered to himself, "I'm just unwilling."

From the moment he was born, his path has been paved by the elders, and he can only walk step by step.Once there is the slightest deviation, it is an unpredictable consequence.For example now.

"Why don't you come with me? Anyway, you have nowhere to go right now."

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Qingge spread out the map in her hand, and her armor added a bit of heroism to her.A few school officials whispered something on the side, most of them had no food, no pay, no one, so they could only shrink back and so on.

Qingge gave a low "hmm" and asked, "What do you think is the most important thing in the army? Food? Salary? Or people?"

"The end general thinks that it is equally important."

"About... grain?..."

……

Qingge stood up, and lightly tapped a place on the map with her fingertips: "He is a person, but he is not the person you think. Pick out the 'burdens' that you think are 'unable to fight', and let me see See what hinders your hands and feet."

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Most of the selected ones were young or partial soldiers, who were either physically disabled in the war, or—women.

Yes, no matter what the occasion, a woman will always be regarded as a burden by a man.

Even if it is a battlefield that consumes a lot of money.

Qingge's eyes swept over their faces one by one, seeing their timid and almost numb expressions, suddenly had a crazy idea.She called the food officer and asked, "How many days of food are left?"

"Barely enough to last half a month."

"What if you are guaranteed to eat three meals a day and be full?"

"Three days."

After a brief silence, Qingge took out a short torch order from his sleeve, and shouted loudly: "Everyone has a full meal today, and at dusk, follow me to attack the city! And you—"

Her eyes stayed on the so-called "cumbersome", and her tone raised a bit: "Follow me as a forward!"

The wind howled, and the setting sun was like blood.

Qingge stepped onto the horse, wearing a silver-white battle armor glowing with fragments of golden light.Qing Ge turned her head to look at the sunset, and clenched the sword in her hand: "Listen, follow me three feet away, don't lose a step!"

Without her ordering at all, the silver-white battle armor was particularly eye-catching among the crowd.At night, she was also the only one who exposed herself to herself and the other party.

"A deserter on the battlefield has only one end: kill without mercy!"

The sound of war drums was like thunder, hitting everyone's hearts hard.

Qingge specially found 81 of the strongest men and taught them the most exciting drumbeat.

The spears and spears intersect, and the arrows are like rain.

Qing Ge leaned over to the horse's back, avoiding the long knife cut from the opposite side, and shouted in a deep voice: "Cut off the horse's legs!"

This is the most common Mongolian cavalry, and the horse's legs are not equipped with iron clothes.

"Dodge sideways, stick to the horse's back!"

"Cut off their quiver!"

"Below! The empty door for the cavalry is below!"

……

Only the most authentic life-and-death relationship can improve a person's ability the fastest.

What Qingge wanted was to be on the front line of life and death on the battlefield.

She wants them to exchange their lives for their lives, and use the fear of death to overcome the deepest cowardice in their hearts.

Relying on her strong inner strength, Qingge's voice spread far and wide, teaching some of the simplest and easiest-to-handle fighting skills one by one.

When life is at stake, it is also the best time to practice.

Learning without using is equal to not learning.

The number of people she led decreased little by little, but no one escaped.In other words, under the powerful offensive of the opponent, fighting for life is the only chance to survive.Those who escape will surely be pierced through the heart by arrows flying around.

The silver battle armor in the night attracted half of the opponent's arrows, and also gave the others the most urgent respite.

it's time.

Qingge suddenly raised her voice: "The archers are ready—"

A black armored army suddenly appeared in the vast night, neatly lined up in two rows behind the shields.

"shoot!"

With a shout, the intertwined feather arrows shot at the opponent fiercely.As for whether he hurt his own people, he couldn't control much.Those who can't dodge their own sharp arrows must also be unable to dodge the opponent's sharp arrows.

After a row of feathered arrows was shot, the archers switched positions, and another row of feathered arrows was shot.

Substitute again, shoot again.

The gap between the arrows was completely filled, and the tall shield resisted the opponent's dense arrows.Her archers, hardly any losses.

"Right wing turn left wing, retreat!"

The black-armored soldier suddenly disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

Huge stones mixed with fireballs fell from the sky, and the place where the archers left has become a pile of rubble.

The drumbeat grew louder.

To defeat the few with the many, and to defeat the weak with the strong, is the general's inability; to defeat the many with the many, and to defeat the strong with the strong, is the soldier's ability;

Qingge took off the bow and arrow on her back with her backhand, and nimbly dodged wave after wave of attacks, took out the flint, and lit the arrow on fire.

The carved bow is drawn, and the feathered arrow comes out.

Suddenly, a huge flame ignited on the marshal's flag, and the tall bamboo poles were burnt to nothing in an instant.

One side, two sides, three sides...

Cursing in Mongolian came and went, but most of them slowed down while taking advantage of the night, looking back from afar.