East Factory Governor

Chapter 760 Showdown
Qin Shuhuai said to the six apostles, "Go and help Zhiren and the others first."

After all, he jumped up and chased after him.

After running for a mile or two, the old man stopped when he reached a place where no one was around.

"Hehe, Qin Shuhuai, you've finally appeared!" He smiled lowly, "I heard that your sword energy is unparalleled in the world, so it looks like that."

Qin Shuhuai said lightly, "Okay! Do you dare to take my sword again?"

The old man said, "Don't you wonder who I am?"

Qin Shuhuai smiled softly, "Why are you curious? It's just an idiot master who taught Oboi's idiot apprentices, so what is there to ask?"

The old man shook his head, "No, no, no. We are idiot apprentices, but the tutor is not an idiot master!"

Qin Shuhuai's heart skipped a beat.

I am so powerful, I am not the ultimate big boss?

This setting is too unscientific!

He was horrified in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"Really? Then why doesn't your master come?"

The old man said respectfully, "As an old man, how could he do such a lowly thing?"

Qin Shuhuai nodded, "That's right, after all, he still has a few idiot apprentices! Earlier I killed two of them and abolished one, now it's your turn."

The old man looked up to the sky with a long smile, "Haha, it is true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers! But Qin Shuhuai, you are qualified to know my name. Remember, my name is Ning Wuchang, the number one disciple under my family teacher."

It turned out to be a Han Chinese.

After Ning Wuchang finished speaking, his figure rushed towards Qin Shuhuai with a flash of claws.

Whoosh!
There are only dark shadows but no people.

Qin Shuhuai's figure flickered and disappeared in place!

Then, it appeared again, the human and the sword merged into one, turning into a white training belt, like moonlight across the lake.

Quickly, and quietly.

Ning Wuchang's figure blurred for a moment, avoiding the sword.

Equally silent.

Appearing on the right side of Qin Shuhuai like a ghost, suddenly a pair of big hands caught Qin Shuhuai's right wrist holding the sword.

This pat seemed very light, almost like a caress, but it almost made Qin Shuhuai's sword fall out of his hand!
Qin Shuhuai staggered slightly, and then Taxue Wuhen immediately erupted and stabilized his body.

Ning Wuchang came quietly again.

Qin Shuhuai swung his sword.

"Buzz!"

Ning Wuchang didn't hide!
The iron-claw-like hand slid across a black shadow.

Faster than a sword!

Instantly grabbed Qin Shuhuai's wrist!
There is a pulse on the wrist, if it is abolished, it will die today!

The corner of Ning Wuchang's mouth showed a smile that only a winner can have.

His five fingers began to exert force.

"Kara!"

It sounded like a broken bone.

However, Qin Shuhuai's right palm suddenly became smaller, and he broke free from Ning Wuchang's grasp.

At the same time, Yitian Sword sharply sliced ​​across Ning Wuchang's palm.

Ning Wuchang didn't expect that Qin Shuhuai would also be able to shrink bones.

This kind of unpopular and seemingly tasteless kung fu is rare in the world.

Ning Wuchang's palm flashed, avoiding the sword's edge.

But the sharpness and speed of the Yitian sword still sliced ​​open his palm.

Big streams of blood dripped down.

But he couldn't break his hand.

Qin Shuhuai's back was dripping with cold sweat, and his palms were also full of sweat.

What a quick move!
What a fast palm!
What a strong internal force!

If he hadn't accidentally learned the bone shrinking skill before, he should have been crippled by this meeting.

That is tantamount to being dead.

The opponent is injured, but who is stronger now?

Qin Shuhuai dare not judge.

The afterimage reappeared, murderous aura flew, and the two clear shadows continued to intertwine.

There are not many footprints on the snow.

Even if there is, it is extremely shallow.

Still silent.

In the duel of masters, either flying sand and rocks, the sun and the moon are dark, or as it is now, silent and silent.

The victory or defeat is only a moment.

Time passed, neither of them knew how long it had passed.

Just remember, it seems that ten years have passed, and it seems that only one breath has passed!
Until, Wang Datong came to help out!

Ning Wuchang probably knew the battle situation over there.

The Tartars lost again.

This did not surprise him at all.

Now that the Ming army is so strong, and the Tazi soldiers are ambushed again, how can it be undefeated?

He didn't care about the life and death of the Tartars. What really made him regret was that he couldn't kill this monster of Ming Dynasty today.

Ning Wuchang gave a drink and drifted away.

Leave a sentence in mid-air.

"Qin Shuhuai, I'll wait for you to come to Shenyang!"

Qin Shuhuai put away his sword and took a deep breath!

Ning impermanence!
What a strong opponent!
I don't know how strong his master is?
"What happened over there?" Qin Shuhuai asked.

"The overall situation has been decided!" Wang Datong said.

Qin Shuhuai nodded, "Let's go, kill their masters!"

Wang Datong said, "They all ran away!"

After a pause, he said again, "The three apostles are dying, and they are waiting to see you! Shen Xi is also seriously injured, and it looks like he has to go back to the pass to recuperate. These Tartars are indeed masters."

As he spoke, Wang Datong touched his left arm subconsciously.

There was a gash there, still bleeding, from one of the three red-caps.

Qin Shuhuai sighed inwardly.

In the glory days of the past, there were so many martial arts masters in the Central Plains. Which one was not the first-class master among monks, gods, immortals, demon saints, empresses, and beggar kings?

But now Wudang Daoist Immortal Zishan is missing, the Demon Saint and the Empress are both dead, and the Beggar King has long since passed away. Only the monk God Master Zhiyuan remains in these legends.

On the other hand, in Houjin, there are many masters in the country!

The ups and downs of martial arts are closely related to the ups and downs of this world!

When Qin Shuhuai returned to the battlefield, the battle was almost over.

Several masters of the Tartars protected Dorgon, Hauge and others, fought a bloody road, and finally succeeded in breaking through.

The rest of the Tartars had already fought without any rules, and they all just wanted to run for their lives.

Qin Shuhuai came to the side of the three apostles, and saw that he had breathed in and breathed out, and it seemed that he could not be rescued.

"Qin... Shuhuai!" The three apostles stared blankly at Qin Shuhuai, "You... owe me a blood debt... In my next life, I will find you...to pay it back!"

Qin Shuhuai walked over and said, "Alright, when the time comes, the three apostles feel free to come and find me."

"But in this life...you will step on the old man's bones...to ascend to your...throne!"

"Remember, be a good emperor!"

After struggling to finish speaking, the three apostles finally closed their eyes slowly.

Qin Shuhuai said to Li Jingting who was beside him, "Jingting, send a team of experts to send the coffins of the three apostles back to Kunlun, and you must deliver them yourself!"

But I heard the six apostles say, "No need. The three apostles ordered that they be cremated on the spot. When they return to the Central Plains and sprinkle his ashes on the river, he wants to listen to the voice of this prosperous age."

He spoke calmly, but the scarlet eyes could not hide his true mood.

Qin Shuhuai took a deep breath, "Then obey the six apostles' will!"

By dawn, the battle was completely over.

In this battle, the Ming army invested a total of 1000 troops, with [-] casualties, which can be said to be nearly [-]% casualties!
Such heavy casualties were not caused by inappropriate arrangements or that the Ming army was not strong enough.

Rather, this is a bloody battle!

And it is a battle that determines the strength of the two sides!
On the other hand, the Tartars had a total of 3000 troops invested in this campaign, with 8000 actual casualties and 5000 captured!
It is equivalent to saying that only about 8 people broke through with more than 2 troops.

After the two battles, the strength pattern of the two sides has basically taken shape.

Qin Shuhuai had 18 soldiers and horses when he left the customs, and now there are about 11 soldiers.

After Jin's 22 elite, there are probably less than [-] left.

Of the less than [-] troops, only about [-] are pure Eight Banners soldiers, and the rest are Western Region soldiers and Mongolian soldiers, whose combat power is one level behind the Eight Banners soldiers.

After this battle, the first line of defense of the Tartars was completely broken, and all important strongholds fell into the hands of the Ming army.

But unfortunately, after Zhiren and Zhikong went to Tai'an City, Meng Wei immediately ordered to burn food and grass and blow up cannons. When the second group of messengers came to inform, Meng Wei had already left the city, and it was too late!

Two-thirds of Meng Wei's food and grass, as well as fifteen red cannons were all destroyed!
But there is no way, who made Qin Shuhuai make a wrong judgment?

Of course, these losses are not worth mentioning in front of the results of this battle!
(End of this chapter)