The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 108
stomping on...

The rapid sound of horseshoes sounded, and the elite cavalry of Yuan soldiers were outflanking Yi Qingchen from both sides.

Before the people arrived, the sharp arrows had already been hit by a violent storm.

"Mongolian iron cavalry, unparalleled in riding and shooting!"

Yi Qingchen heard the evaluation of the Mongolian cavalry that he often saw before, and couldn't help laughing in his heart.

In each dynasty, different nomadic peoples grew up. The Huns, Turks, Khitans, Jurchens, Mongolians, and Manchus all said that they were unparalleled in riding and shooting, and invincible in bravery.

But the real winning rate of the war with the Han people is just that.

Mongolia wiped out the weakening Zhao Song, and was expelled from the Central Plains by Ming when it was weakening.

Both sides have their own victories, at most [-]-[-].

Yi Qingchen dodges back, draws the bow while walking, catches the arrows when they are used up, and pulls the two teams across the streets and alleys.

With the blessing of internal strength, his range is longer, and the cavalry of the Yuan army kept falling.

When cavalry brigades attack, sometimes falling off the horse is not a matter of one person.

People fall from the horse, the horse falls to the ground, and by the way, there are several others.

But as time went by, not only did the chasing team not decrease, but more and more people.

The soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty were numerous, and the brigade rushed out according to the dispatch, far exceeding Yi Qingchen's killing speed.

A large group of people rushed through the street, shouting and cursing.

The people on both sides of the street were in fear, and no one dared to come out to check the situation.

But the disaster is not something that can be avoided if you want to.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up with Yi Qingchen, a Yuan army general shouted loudly in Mongolian.

Hearing the news, his soldiers broke into the nearby houses and dragged out the people inside.

Yi Qingchen picked up his eyes, and he could guess Yuan Bing's routine without asking.

Isn't it just arresting the people and threatening himself with the lives of the people.

Damn!

Not waiting for those Yuan soldiers to threaten the common people's necks with their knives, Yi Qingchen roared back and crashed into the Yuan soldiers.

The long whale sword pierced straight into the air, pointing directly at the general of the Yuan army ten feet away.

The internal force escaped through the long sword, forming a vast and turbulent sword energy.

The distance of ten feet passed by in a blink of an eye, and the Yuan soldiers who blocked the road were directly torn apart by the sword energy.

"Good come!"

The general of the Yuan army was not surprised but delighted, and shouted: "Take a shot at me!"

A cold light flew out from his waist, he grasped the barrel of the gun with both hands, and stabbed forward with all his might.

This spear is like a dragon going out to sea, fast and ruthless, it has reached the realm of a master spearman.

Is a master!

Ding, the tip of the sword collided with the tip of the spear.

Yi Qingchen's tyrannical internal force surged out, and the long whale sword directly pierced the tip of the spear, splitting the entire spear.

The blade of the sword flew over the head of the general of the Yuan army, leaving a straight bloodstain.

"what……"

Yuan soldiers slashed with their knives and killed a dozen of the dragged civilians on the spot.

Yi Qingchen looked furious in his heart, he closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

"Kill, kill, let's see who kills more!"

Yi Qingchen snatched away the general's bow and arrow, swung his sword and slashed wildly, cutting blood and walking away.

He can't save so many people!

If he was surrounded by yuan soldiers to save people, he would at most be exhausted in fighting.

It is even more likely that the soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty used one thousand, ten thousand... the common people threatened him to give up resistance and capture him without a fight.

Revolutions kill people!
To overthrow the rule of Meng Yuan, we must not only establish our own organization, but also make the people of the world completely despair of the rule of Meng Yuan.

Only when people can't survive will they think about flipping the table.

Yi Qingchen made up his mind not to look at it, and his attacks became more ruthless, constantly reaping his life with his bow.

"If you kill me a Han, I will kill one of your officials. I want to see if I have more Han people or you Mongols have more officials."

Not a few of the Yuan soldiers could understand Chinese. The generals looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one dared to stop the massacre of the people.

Under Yi Qingchen's rage, his murderousness skyrocketed.

Without conserving internal energy for a while, the Long Whale Sword turned into a fairy sword shining with blue light, and people's heads rolled wherever it passed.

A moment later, a hundred Yuan soldiers were killed.

Yi Qingchen didn't stop, and turned to meet another pair of Yuan soldiers.

kill!

kill!

kill!

……

In the tent, the 'Little Prince' was reading the collected news quickly.

"Okay, well done!"

He slammed the table with a look of excitement, but quickly regained his composure.

"Since he values ​​the lives of those Han people, let's use this to work hard."

'Little Prince' said to himself, raised his head and ordered: "Dahamu, immediately send out two brigades, divide them into small teams, and each team must capture a hundred Han Chinese."

The golden armor general standing next to him obeyed the orders.

The little prince said to himself: "This man's martial arts are extremely strong, but he can't be regarded as strong if he has this weakness."

"For the great cause, not to mention a few common people, even if half of the world's people are killed or injured, it doesn't matter."

As long as people have ties, they have weaknesses, and if they have weaknesses, they are easy to deal with.

Yuan soldiers rode out everywhere, arresting Han people.

Yi Qingchen stood on a tall building and looked into the distance, with a gloomy expression on his face.

He is a normal person, and he will naturally feel guilty when he sees this scene.

But reason told him that what the enemy wanted to do was to use the people to force him to submit.

If he just stops here or surrenders, he will only fall into a place of eternal doom.

Never follow the enemy's train of thought!
"To capture the thief, first capture the king. The key to solving today's predicament is whether you can capture this 'king'!"

Yi Qingchen looked around, and gradually fell into a large tent.

The several times he attacked the Yuan army's camp with rockets just now was not random.

While doing it, they all occupy the commanding heights to observe the flow of personnel in the camp, and constantly deduce the location of the enemy's head.

After all, his martial arts are so high, as long as the enemy leader is not stupid, he will not stay in the central tent.

After several trials, Yi Qingchen located the target in an inconspicuous camp.

This camp looked ordinary, but whenever Yi Qingchen attacked, people would come in and out of the tent.

Although not many people came out each time, they did not go far.

It doesn't look like they are passing news to other places, but there are always other Yuan soldiers moving to other places where they pass.

In other words, the people in this camp are very likely to be constantly exchanging information with the outside world.

"Isn't it, try it and you'll know!"

Yi Qingchen touched near the barracks, pulled up his strong bow and shot a rocket at the tent.

One by one, twelve rockets fell in an instant and ignited the camp.

Not only was the tent set ablaze, but more arrows penetrated the tent and shot into the big tent.

"There, there..."

Yuan Bing immediately noticed the abnormality and pointed in the direction of the rocket.

Yi Qingchen ignored the movement of Yuan Bing, stared at the reaction in the big account, and kept opening and closing the strong bow in his hand.

With the strength of the bow and arrow he shot, if anyone was inside, there would definitely be casualties.

Soon the tent door opened, and a group of people came out in single file.

There are not many people, only 30 people.

Everyone wears armor and helmets to protect an old man with white hair in the middle.

A large number of yuan soldiers quickly gathered, with the white-haired old man as the center, pouring in layers from all directions.

(End of this chapter)