Biography of Qingwu

Chapter 66 The Charge
The soldiers at the city gate retreated, Gao Zhan looked up suspiciously, and saw Qi Long holding Jiang Huating's head on the city wall, shouting to order the troops to retreat, followed by a small soldier, and after a closer look, he realized that, It turned out to be Chen Qingwu.

Gao Zhan beamed with joy, "It's our girl!"

The Cuicheng army, who had already killed red eyes, looked at the city wall after hearing the words. Chen Qingwu was dressed in the uniform of the Jinyang army. He was small, but exuded a powerful aura, so that even if she stood on a high place, her two legs Standing beside the tall Qi Long, Chen Qingwu jumped down from the city wall, attracting a crowd of people who were amazed.

"I hope that General Qi will recover the Jinyang Army as soon as possible and come to help our army. I will leave first!" Chen Qingwu turned his head and said loudly to Qi Long who was still on the city wall.

After speaking, Chen Qingwu got on his horse, turned around with Gao Zhan, and prepared to kill Zhang Fan's team and return his carbine.

Taking advantage of her turning around, Qi Long said loudly, "Miss, don't worry!"

Chen Qingwu didn't answer any more, and only said to the Cuicheng army beside him: "Let's go! Let's kill the carbine!"

Under the leadership of Chen Qingwu, the Cuicheng army left in a hurry and rushed to the station outside the city without stopping.

Passing by a forest that was still burning, and looking forward, the armies of both sides had already fought in a melee, and the city army was retreating steadily, and had already retreated behind the camp.

Jiang Mingyuan's clothes were torn, and there were countless fallen soldiers behind him. The casualties were unknown. Zhang Fan, this guy, came rushing to wipe out the opponent, and he killed him.

Chen Qingwu's eyes were red, and his heart was full of anger, he roared: "Cuicheng army! Kill me!"

The veins on his forehead popped up, and Chen Qingwu's voice burst from roaring. The Cuicheng army faced double the number of enemy troops. So far in the struggle, there have been many casualties. Guilt and resentment surged up in his heart, and they all turned into a murderous wave. meaning.

Chen Qingwu took the lead, riding a horse, holding a sword, and rushed into the enemy camp.

The Jinyang army didn't know that their backyard was on fire, and they were unprepared. The army pouring out from behind caught them off guard. They hurriedly turned to meet them, but were stabbed by the Cuicheng army behind them.

At this point, the Jinyang army was pinched from front to back. The Cuicheng army who had been fighting before saw Chen Qingwu returning with reinforcements. Their morale was instantly ignited and they regrouped. Many wounded lying on the ground struggled to get up and continue fighting.

Zhang Fan was a little shocked, what kind of army is this, with such combat power.

But before he had time to think about it, a young general came to him, and judging from the direction he was heading, he was clearly coming towards him.

Zhang Fan took a few steps back again and again, Gao Zhan had already cut a bloody path, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Fan, like a hunter's eyes on his prey.

Zhang Fan looked back and found that his Jinyang army was actually somewhat defeated.

"Bastards! Why are you so useless!" Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and cursed.

However, the thousands of troops brought by Chen Qingwu were ruthless all the way, and they were not afraid of death, and they would kill the enemy even if they were hit by a knife.

Zhang Fan secretly prayed for the Sichuan-Chongqing army to come soon, while hastily resisting Gao Zhan's offensive.

Chen Qingwu also cut a bloody path at this time and walked to Zhang Fan's side.

In order to distinguish the difference from the Jinyang army, Chen Qingwu had already taken off his armor at this time, his horse tail was raised high and fluttered in the wind, his clothes were torn, and blood was pouring from his shoulders.

Gao Zhan inadvertently saw a ten-inch-long knife mark on her white and flawless skin under the torn clothes, which was continuously bleeding out, but she didn't even frown, "Qingwu, are you okay, are you okay?" Just go and bandage it up, and just leave this offal to me."

These tens of thousands of Cuicheng troops were all brought by her from Cuicheng. Originally, she wanted to rely on her ingenuity to find a good future for the Cuicheng army, but she didn't expect that she didn't know enough about the enemy, so she set up a self-righteous plan. , This caused countless deaths and injuries to the Cuicheng army. Only by killing Zhang Fan in front of him can we make up for it a little bit. Chen Qingwu's eyes were firm, like Shura returning from hell, and said: "Zhang Fan, Jiang Huating has been killed by me, the whole Jinyang The city is in Qi Long's hands again, don't be stubborn in the corner."

Zhang Fan could see clearly that he couldn't sway left and right, if what he said was true, even if he surrendered, let alone whether Qi Long would spare him, the woman in front of him alone, in order to avenge the dead soldiers of the Cuicheng Army, He will definitely kill him too, it is too late to say anything now, so he sternly shouted, "Kill me!"

"Stubborn!" Gao Zhan held his long sword high and stabbed at Zhang Fan, attacking directly at the vital point.

"Maybe General Zhang is still thinking about the Sichuan-Chongqing Army? I'm sorry, the Sichuan-Chongqing Army can't come, you can die at ease!" Chen Qingwu hated his heart, tapped his horse's back with his feet, and took off into the air. Gao Zhan was originally alone. One person is enough to make Zhang Fan exhausted. This time, he has no possibility of surviving. Chen Qingwu took advantage of his exhaustion, soared into the air, and then spun down. The long sword went straight from the back of his neck to his back. Kill!
This is the Taiyi sect's unique skill, the supreme sword intent.

As soon as he made a move, he was so advanced in martial arts, it can be seen that Chen Qingwu has the heart of killing.

Pulling out his long sword in disgust, Chen Qingwu kicked Zhang Fan's body to the feet of the soldiers who were still fighting in the Jinyang army, and shouted sharply: "Zhang Fan and Jiang Huating are the minions of tigers, and I have executed them! Those who don't know in the Jinyang army, Immediately disarm and surrender! Otherwise, shoot and kill!"

It is shocking that such a small body can be so sturdy.Compared with the general who has experienced many battles, he is not much better.

Following the crisp sound of the first person in the Jinyang Army throwing away the weapon, it spread quickly like a plague, and the sound of the clang of the weapon falling to the ground rang out all over the place.

The overall situation has been decided, Chen Qingwu couldn't be happy, and ordered with a cold face: "Count the casualties, send someone to send home the seriously injured, and pay more compensation to the dead."

Gao Zhan ordered people to do it.

Chen Qingwu walked into the camp alone, feeling very decadent, learned from the pain, and felt that it was all his fault.

After calling a doctor to bandage him, Chen Qingwu half undid his clothes, revealing his white shoulders.

The old doctor came in and panicked when he saw Chen Qingwu: "Girl, the city lord knows about such a long hole, so he will be so distressed!"

"If you don't tell me, how will my father know. Uncle Fan, bandage me quickly." Chen Qingwu's nose was sour and he almost cried.

The old man called Uncle Fan came over with a medicine box, sprinkled some medicine for sores, and muttered: "Fortunately, the wound is not deep, but we need to take good care of it, otherwise there will be scars, a girl's family, beat and kill Kill, get a scar, no one wants it!"

Chen Qingwu was out of his mind and didn't answer. Gao Zhan opened the curtain and came in to report, "Injured." Seeing Chen Qingwu with his shoulders half exposed, he hurriedly wanted to leave again.

Chen Qingwu stopped him: "Speak."

After the medicine was finished, Chen Qingwu pulled up his shirt.

"A thousand wounded, nearly three hundred seriously injured, nearly three thousand dead, nearly three thousand dead." Gao Zhan's voice became weaker and weaker.

This was a very heavy blow to the Cuicheng army.

Chen Qingwu's tears burst suddenly, and he said in a crying voice: "It's all my fault. If I investigate more carefully and learn more about the enemy, I won't give Jiang Huating a chance. Such heavy casualties are all My fault."

Uncle Fan stopped packing the medicine box, and hurriedly picked up the handkerchief to wipe her tears.

"Girl, how can there be no casualties in war?"

Gao Zhan echoed from the side, "Yes, you have done a good job. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid there would be more casualties."

"It's different. It's entirely because I, the leader of the army, didn't make enough preparations, so that the Cuicheng army fell into a passive position." Chen Qingwu shook his head, feeling guilty, and it was definitely not something they could dispel with just a few words.

"You will learn a lot of wisdom from a ditch. After this battle, the girl will definitely improve in the future." Uncle Fan wiped her tears with a handkerchief, but he couldn't stop it.

Chen Qingwu cried for a long time before he could barely stop, "Go, send a letter to King Anjing, asking him to pretend to attack Sichuan and Chongqing for three days tonight."

Gao Zhan got the order, but before he went out, a small soldier lifted the curtain and came in to report: "Qi Long is here."

(End of this chapter)