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

Although the six major sects have many masters, they are all poisoned and lose their internal strength. Although they have fought Yuan soldiers, they are not the opponents of those monks who are also equipped with martial arts.Not long after, the masters of the six major factions were subdued again, and at this time there were several corpses of the six major factions and Yuan soldiers in the hall.Those masters of the six major sects who are particularly brave and fearless of death have received special care from the Yuan soldiers. Everyone has several long knives on their necks, including Tang Wenliang from the Kongtong sect and Mo Shenggu from the Wudang sect. With Fang Zhenwu, Yuan Yin from the Shaolin School, and He Taichong and Ban Shuxian from the Kunlun School.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was controlled by Ku Toutuo, Wang Baobao, who was just in shock, let out a breath slowly, and he was even more shocked when he saw the palm prints on several cases from the corner of his eyes.Noticing that Song Qingshu, who had landed on one knee, still had the strength to fight against Ku Toutuo and refused to kneel, he became even more annoyed, and said sinisterly, "Song Shaoxia deserves to be the leader of Wudang, but he still has such strength after being poisoned." As majestic as that," he had just finished speaking when the staff beside him cleverly handed over a porcelain bottle.

Ku Toutuo knew that what was in this porcelain bottle was Shixiang Ruanjinsan, this Shixiang Ruanjinsan was incomparably powerful, Song Qingshu had been hit once, if he was hit again, it would not be a temporary loss of internal strength, but a complete failure of martial arts.He pressed his palm on Song Qingshu's back, exerted a little force, Song Qingshu's face turned white, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Song Qingshu's serious injury, all the Wudang faction could not help shouting in unison, but they were all captured by Wang Baobao's men, and could only watch Song Qingshu being humiliated.

Wang Baobao looked at Ku Toutuo in surprise, only to see Ku Toutuo patted his chest and pointed to the sand table on the ground, indicating that he had subdued Song Qingshu, and Wang Baobao could continue to deduce the battle situation with Song Qingshu.Wang Baobao smiled lightly, and praised: "It's still Master Ku." Seeing that Song Qingshu was seriously injured, he stopped poisoning him, and waved his hand to signal Yuan soldiers to step forward to carry the dead body out of the hall, with one hand propping his forehead Looking at Song Qingshu like watching a good show, he said softly: "Song Shaoxia, how are you?"

Before Song Qingshu could answer, Mo Shenggu, who was guarded by Yuan soldiers with long knives, shouted loudly: "Qingshu, don't bet with him! How can my life compare to the safety of the rebel army and the blood of the Han family!"

"Seventh Uncle..." Song Qing's face was pale and dripping with cold sweat, and he just looked at Mo Shenggu helplessly.

Wang Baobao's complexion darkened when he heard the words, and he praised in a cold voice: "Good man!" With a wave of his hand, Yuan soldiers pulled out four people from the Kongtong and Emei factions and wanted to take them out of the hall.

"Zhiruo..." Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo was among them, Song Qingshu couldn't help shouting.

"I heard that Song Shaoxia has a marriage contract with Miss Zhou from the Emei sect?" Wang Baobao looked at Song Qingshu and said coldly, "Sure enough, I feel pity for such a beautiful woman like jade! How can Song Shaoxia be willing to give up such a beauty because of you?"

Song Qingshu took a deep breath with his whole body trembling, and said: "If you want to gamble, unless I am in charge of the Red Turban Army. If you want me to help Yuan soldiers break the city, don't even think about it!" Regardless of Fan Yao's purpose in preventing him from killing Wang Baobao and asking him to accept the gamble, I only hope that he still wants to pass on today's deduction to the rebel army.

Wang Baobao shook his head with a sneer, and said, "Take it down!"

Song Qingshu's heart sank, he closed his eyes slowly, and only said slowly and coldly in his heart: Zhiruo, you have suffered from me today, and I will pay you with my life!

Zhou Zhiruo saw that Song Qingshu was indifferent, but her white cheeks were biting her lips and she remained silent. She knew that she would not be a match for those Yuan soldiers after losing her internal strength, so she followed Yuan soldiers out obediently.

However, Ding Minjun, a disciple of the Emei sect who was also pulled out by the Yuan soldiers, had already turned pale with fright. She didn't want to suffer death like this, and clasped her hands tightly on the door. She screamed almost hysterically: "I'm not going out! I'm not going out!" After a pause, she shouted again. "Song Qingshu, so what if you just bet with him? Song Qingshu..."

Seeing Ding Minjun's immense strength, those Yuan soldiers simply smashed her hands and ten fingers with their scabbards several times, and finally pulled her out. Only her voice of calling Song Qingshu's name continued to echo in the hall. The infinite fear and hatred contained in the cry followed like a shadow of a gangrene, which made Song Qingshu shudder.

After Zhou Zhiruo and others went out, Mo Shenggu and others were also escorted out of the hall by Yuan soldiers with long knives.

"Seventh Uncle! Seventh Uncle!" Seeing that Mo Shenggu was about to die, Song Qingshu couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled to break free from Ku Toutuo.Uncle Qi was killed in the last life, how can the same mistakes be repeated in this life?

But Mo Shenggu was not afraid, he just let out a long smile and said: "No one has died in life since ancient times, keep his loyalty and history! Qingshu, Seventh Uncle died today, no complaints or regrets!"

"Seventh Uncle!" Song Qingshu almost collapsed, he vomited blood again under the agitation of his heart, and said in despair, "Wang Baobao, kill me!"

Wang Baobao saw that Song Qingshu valued teachers more than beauty but respected him quite a bit, so he couldn't help saying: "Song Shaoxia, it's still too late for you to surrender."

Song Qingshu also knew that Mo Shenggu's choice was not wrong at all. If he accepted this gamble today, even if he could save the masters of the six factions, how would he face the world's rebels in the future?Even if his own reputation is not a concern, how can the Wudang faction gain a foothold in the arena in the future?Just thinking that if he obeyed Qi Shu, he would kill Qi Shu again in this life, Song Qingshu couldn't help but lose all hope.

Wang Baobao originally wanted to play out the battle with Song Qingshu, firstly to measure his ability to use troops, and secondly, he wanted to use Song Qingshu's hand to damage Wudang's fame, so that he could no longer influence the people in the world to resist the Yuan court.It's just that Song Qingshu is so strong, seeing that the person he likes and his uncle are unwilling to take charge of the Yuan army, he is also helpless, but in his heart he has a certain respect for Song Qingshu who knows heroes and values ​​heroes, and finally sighs: "I am a great Yuan soldier The horses have been besieging Bianliang for three months, and now there are less than [-] Red Scarf soldiers in Bianliang City, and our Dayuan soldiers have a total of [-], are you sure you want to take command of the Red Scarf Army?"

As soon as Wang Baobao finished speaking, the members of the six major factions gasped again.How can [-] tired soldiers fight against [-] elite soldiers, and the soldiers are trapped in a corner of the city?

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu didn't even move his eyebrows, but said coldly: "Fifty thousand soldiers and horses can sweep the world. Thirty thousand people can beat you with one hundred thousand, more than enough!"

With Song Qingshu's bold words, Wang Baobao and Yuan soldiers in the hall couldn't help laughing at the same time. "My Mongolian army is invincible. Song Shaoxia's wild words are really rare! Please!" Wang Baobao didn't know that just five years later, Song Qingshu's wild words became a dream they could never get rid of forever.

Seeing that the deduction of the battle situation in Bianliang City was inevitable, the Wudang faction couldn't help being very nervous, and Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but stepped forward and shouted: "Qingshu, no!" No matter whether Song Qingshu is in charge of the Red Scarf Army or the Yuan Army today, as long as the Red Scarf Army in Bianliang City loses this battle in the end, everyone in the world will know that Song Qingshu helped Yuan Ting win this battle.

Song Qingshu waved his hand slightly in the direction of Song Yuanqiao, took a step, sat down on the seat opposite Wang Baobao, pulled out one of the banners of the Red Scarf Army stationed in Chenqiaoyi, and put the other two aside. "The soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty wanted to take Bianliang, and Chenqiaoyi was the place that must be contested. Just now I sent troops and lost 1000 people. Now Chenqiaoyi has less than [-] troops. I can no longer defend Chenqiaoyi."

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Wang Baobao couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise, he stared at Song Qingshu for a long time, and then slowly moved the flag representing Yuan soldiers on the sand table, and the soldiers divided into three groups to encircle Bianliang City.As for the [-] Red Turban Army outside Chenqiao Station, they are now alone, so there is nothing to worry about.

After Yuan soldiers captured Chenqiaoyi, Bianliang City faced 10 soldiers without any cover.The soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty had their backs against the Taihang Mountains and were condescending, so Song Qingshu dispatched the people in the city to raise the city wall, and set up crossbows and catapults at the top of the city to prevent the soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty from attacking.Three days after the battle between Wang Baobao and Song Qingshu, the bed crossbows and catapults of Yuan soldiers were also transported to Taihang Mountain to shoot at Bianliang City.Wang Baobao had been preparing for battle for a long time, and he had sufficient siege equipment of all kinds, most of the bows and crossbows shot into the city were tied with gunpowder.Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu actually ordered the digging of cellars in the city to hide the soldiers and civilians in the city, and prepared more water tools and mud to put out the fire.A few days later, Wang Baobao's crossbow and gunpowder were exhausted. Although the buildings in Bianliang City were severely damaged, there were not many casualties.Afterwards, Wang Baobao concentrated his forces to attack the northern city with the technique of attacking the west, but sent troops to secretly dig tunnels in the south of the city.But Song Qingshu was already prepared, using waterwheels and bamboo tubes to pour the river water into the tunnel.In addition, he piled firewood outside the tunnel and prepared fire. When he found that the Yuan army was lurking in the tunnel, he stuffed the firewood into the tunnel and threw it on fire. It was too bad to see.

Since Wang Baobao joined the army, he was used to fighting with large troops, and what he passed was like a tiger descending a mountain without a blade of grass growing.But Song Qingshu's meticulous combat method is also the first experience in his life. Song Qingshu has a sinister personality and excellent strategy.Because of his lack of troops, he always deliberately avoided the situation of confronting Wang Baobao head-on, and only focused on interspersed support, splitting Wang Baobao's Yuan soldiers, and maintaining superior forces to devour the opponent in partial battles.After several battles, Wang Baobao found that not only did he never take advantage of any advantages, but the troops he sent out always left without returning.He simply gave up the idea of ​​competing with Song Qingshu, and just concentrated his forces to besiege Bianliang City on three sides, day and night.As a result, this siege battle has become the cruelest battle of wills competing for physical strength, endurance and armaments.After Yuan soldiers besieged Bianliang City for [-] days, Bianliang City had run out of ammunition and food.Wang Baobao looked at Song Qingshu with a cold snort, and said softly, "Song Shaoxia's reputation as a chivalrous hero has been damaged at this point. A month ago I asked you to go out of the city for a decisive battle and you refused, but now you ask for a battle and I won't agree! "He besieged Bianliang City with [-] elite soldiers for two months, and lost half of them. At this time, even if Song Qingshu opened the city and surrendered, he would order the massacre of the city.

Song Qingshu shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "The victory or defeat is uncertain now, my son, be careful!" As he spoke, he picked up the two flags that had been placed by the side early in the morning, weighed them in his hands, and placed one of them in the pile that was left behind after the war. Among them, the other branch was inserted in the Taihang Mountains.

Wang Baobao's complexion changed, only then did he realize that Song Qingshu had voluntarily given up Chen Qiaoyi just now, he thought that the 3000 lone army was nothing to worry about, it turns out that this lone army is the key to victory!This lone army had never been far away, but was lurking near Muye. It watched helplessly that the red scarf army in Bianliang City fell into a bitter battle and did not rescue them until Wang Baobao besieged Bianliang City on three sides and transferred the Yuan soldiers stationed in Taihang Mountain to Bianliang. Outside the city, only [-] people were left to protect the grain and grass.Taking advantage of the stalemate in the battle, this lone army went out day and night and went all the way to the Yuan army barracks in the Taihang Mountains. With intentional calculations or no intentions, they sacrificed the lives of half of the soldiers and burned the Yuan army's food and grass.

Outside the hall, Ding Minjun was still crying, and the other five factions couldn't help feeling disgusted with her when they saw her so greedy for life and afraid of death.Zhou Zhiruo couldn't ignore her as a fellow student, so she comforted her softly.Unexpectedly, Ding Minjun turned a deaf ear, and only pointed at Zhou Zhiruo and said bitterly: "Song Qingshu's heart is all about you, and he agreed to bet when he saw you in danger. Even if he loses, he will definitely save your life. Of course, you don't have to be afraid!"

Zhou Zhiruo blushed when Ding Minjun spoke such nonsense.Now that life and death are on the line, she didn't want to pretend to appease Ding Minjun and maintain the friendship between teachers and students, so she raised her head and took a deep breath.It was almost winter, and the slightly cold wind outside lifted her spirits.She looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and suddenly thought that when she first met Zhang Wuji, the moonlight was also so clear that night.If Brother Wuji was here, how could he put me in danger?Thinking of this, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes turned slightly red.

It was thought that everyone knew that their own lives and deaths depended only on this gamble, but there was silence inside and outside the hall.After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Wang Baobao's burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the hall.Zhou Zhiruo's heart tightened, but he heard Wang Baobao's loud praise: "Song Shaoxia is indeed a genius, Xiao Wang has surrendered!" Since Wang Baobao lost his food and grass, he had no choice but to withdraw his troops.The Red Turban Army under Song Qingshu's command was besieged for two months. Although they kept the city of Bianliang intact, the soldiers in the army were all physically exhausted, so they could only watch Wang Baobao withdraw his troops.This battle had no choice but to give up the hatchback.

Zhou Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, but Ding Minjun beside her was already weeping with joy.

The siege of the city was a classic with all the cleverness of both sides. However, the people who watched the battle were all people from the rivers and lakes who did not understand the art of war. Only Dao's life was saved, but neither of them expected that after a few years, there would be only the two Han and Mongolian soldiers in the Central Plains. The generals compete for glory and shine through the ages.

Wang Baobao was not unhappy when he lost the game, he just looked at Song Qingshu and said loudly: "Song Shaoxia uses soldiers like a god, it's a pity that such a genius hides in the grass! If Song Shaoxia is willing to follow suit, Xiao Wang will decide to let the six majors go. Pai, then ask my Mongolian emperor to seal you, and seal your Wudang sect as the No.1 sect in the world!"

Song Qingshu was injured first, and he exhausted his efforts to save people, and his mood was ups and downs. At this time, his complexion was already gray and cold and sweaty.Hearing that Wang Baobao offered to recruit again, he only sneered, and replied softly: "Thank you for your love, my son, but glory, wealth, fame and fortune are not what I want!"

Wang Baobao was very happy to find such a talent, and he didn't blame Song Qingshu for being rude, he just said: "Whatever Song Shaoxia wants, as long as the little Wang can do it, he must give it with both hands!"

Song Qingshu glanced at the cases, picked up a writing brush placed aside and dipped it in ink, walked to the wall on the left side of the hall, and wrote two lines of large characters. "The strong man eats the meat of the barbarians hungry, and laughs and talks about thirsting for the blood of the Xiongnu." These two lines of flying dragons and phoenixes are written in big characters, and the subway is so powerful that they almost break through the wall. Seeing this, the members of the six major factions cheered in unison!

As a barbarian, Wang Baobao burst into anger when he saw these two lines of poems, his eyes suddenly focused, and he said in a hateful voice: "It's really a toast and not a fine wine! If you can't be used by me, it will be a disaster to keep you!"

However, he hadn't finished speaking, before ordering the punishment to serve, Song Qingshu couldn't hold on anymore, and fell headlong.

The author has something to say: Wang Baobao: If you don’t surrender, Zhou Zhiruo will die!

Song Qingshu: Never surrender!

Wang Baobao: Damn it!Again!If you don't surrender, Mo Shenggu will die!

Song Qingshu: Damn it!Fuck!just kill me!

Zhou Zhiruo: Director, what about the infatuated supporting actor?