Red Mansion Soldiers

Chapter 157
Facts have proved that no matter how strong the individual combat power of stragglers is, they cannot defeat a professional army that has a tacit understanding of the organized system.

In particular, this army is one of the best in Qi.
The most terrible thing is that they have no long-range weapons.

It's not that they don't exist, it's just that those hidden weapons can usually defeat unarmored opponents, and they can't even break through the Suzaku heavy infantry who are armed to the teeth.
Wearing a visor on his face!

After letting go of the three-wheeled guns, the three thousand soldiers put away the fire guns and carried them on their backs. Then they changed them into weapons of their respective majors, and consciously formed a mandarin duck formation with their comrades in the same flag to defend against the enemy.

Those who are good at wielding long weapons will be shot to death by the musketeers behind each team. The rare Jianghu Ke who is good at archery is sniped by Hongji La's eagle shooter on horseback without even raising his bow.

The two most mainstream weapons in the world, the long sword and long sword, were restrained by Langzhen and could not get close to the officers and soldiers at all.Even if there are occasionally a few knights who are very skilled and lucky enough to escape the wolf and the spear that stabs them, this door panel shield has become their nightmare.
The extremely sharp sword and knife in your hand cannot cut them!
It hurts to cut the shield, but it hurts even more to cut the armor!A slash will create a gap, but what about the sword?It can't be penetrated at all!
Just as he was about to stab the officer's soldier in the throat with precision, he discovered that there was an iron neck guard!

How can I let you deal with me fully armed?

I was feeling sad and angry, but when I was distracted, I chopped off the shield hand with a knife.
The sect leaders are completely desperate. How on earth are they going to fight?
"How to fight? What else can I do besides focus on attacking fiercely! Why, you still want to compare your military skills with the prince of the dynasty?" A sword-wielding sect master glanced at the master who was playing with strange weapons and boring with disdain. The nearest reinforcements are still in the small town at the foot of the mountain, but the fact that this official army can go up the mountain proves that the reinforcements stationed below have long been finished, and they are almost face to face. There is no other way but to confront them head on. How do you want to fight?What are you dreaming about?
The sect leader shook his head and turned around to look at the team, hoping to find the leader of the Duan Dao sect who was the number one sword sect in the world today to take charge of the overall situation.

After all, he was the one who said that he wanted to fight with the army just now. Who else could he ask for if not him?

"Grandmaster Hong, you are the master of the Broken Blade Sect. Now we are, Grandmaster Hong, Grandmaster Hong? Where is Grandmaster Hong? Grandmaster Hong! Hong Youde, Hong Quede, get the hell out of here!"

After searching around, all the sect leaders from Qiongzhou were seen, but the figure of Hong Youde, the master of the Broken Blade Sect, was nowhere to be found.

Damn it, this old boy ran away!
. . . . . .

"Master, Master, please slow down, Master, disciple, disciple can't run anymore. Huhu"

Near Chu Zu'an, Hong Youde took the Duandaomen disciples he had brought to participate in the martial arts conference and fled westward at the risk of their lives.

"Then, let's take a rest first." Hong Youde was already so tired that he stuck out his tongue, but the disciples behind him were also running. As the leader of the sect, he couldn't fall behind the disciples, right?

Just when Hong Youdelei was about to fall to the ground, the sound of nature came from the mouth of his little disciple.
"Well, isn't the master who said you, Hu Xiao, Xiaojiuhou. You don't have any physical strength, can't call it." Hong Youde, who was blessed to middle age, leaned against the tree and bent his waist to support his knees. Xiaojiu forced his respect.

"."

Xiaojiu, who was breathing steadily but had beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, said nothing.

If you hadn't rolled your eyes at Master and looked like you were about to pass, he and his senior brothers and sisters would have had to cross Jiming Mountain before they could take a rest.
Although the master has some good face, he has nothing to say about taking care of his fellow apprentices. He only scolds them and won't lose a few pieces of meat. It's up to the master to be happy and say whatever he likes.

"It's my disciple's fault. I will be responsible for it in the future."

"Okay. Huh. I won't do this next time. Sit down. Huh. Let's take a rest." After saying that, Hong Youde couldn't hold on any longer and sat on the ground along the trunk of the tree. He took a kettle from his waist and sucked in the salt water with small mouthfuls.

Before he went up the mountain, he had already prepared things such as salt water, banknotes, broken silver, etc. for himself and his disciples. He even asked the eldest disciple to go into the mountain late at night and put appropriate clothes for the ten of them in Jiming Mountain. supplies
The only thing to guard against is the imperial court turning its back!

It's ridiculous that those idiot leaders still want to negotiate peace with the imperial court. What qualifications do they have to negotiate with the imperial court?With more people or with knives and guns?

How prosperous was the Ba Dao Clan, the sect leader of Duandao Clan back then?Even the former Chang'an Liubei would call him brother-in-law when he saw the master of the Ba Dao Sect. He had countless disciples and their quality was quite high.

But the result?

The most ruthless one was Chang'an who stayed behind. The entire Lantian camp was fully armed and sent troops to surround Daomen. More than 30 heavy artillery fired at the garrison for a full two-quarters of an hour before stopping.
This was something that the elders of my sect had personally experienced, and then it was passed down to me through word of mouth.

To be honest, if his sect had not sent an evildoer to participate in the robbery of official silver, he would have taken the whole broken sword sect and used it as a dog and a pawn for the army to bite other sects!

Unfortunately, if there is no such thing, our sect is also a key target of the imperial court, and the Broken Blade Sect is over!
But the incense inheritance of Duandaomen cannot be interrupted, so Hong Youde decided to run away with his disciples!

Especially when he heard that more than five thousand officers and soldiers were stationed at Xuanyuan Pass, he strengthened his idea.

Why should my disciples and I be implicated in those audacious evildoers?

At worst, he would take his disciples to some small border town and spend his life in anonymity!
Hong Youde looked lovingly at his disciples who were sharing the snacks they had brought with them, and took a deep breath.

I will lead my disciples to survive!
"Master, it seems that the fight down there is almost over." The third senior sister saw that the fire from the fire gun was getting less and less, and she quickly ran over to report to the master.

"What? It only lasted so long? Come on, come on!" Resisting the pain in his legs, Hong Youde gritted his teeth and stood up with difficulty, holding his legs with both hands.

"go!"

The disciples also stood up, silently looking at the master who was trembling in his legs and trying to stand up to run for his life, with red eyes.

The eldest brother and the second brother looked at each other and stepped forward together to lift him up despite their master's struggle.

"Master, you said that among the ten of us, no one can be missing!"

. . . . . .

In front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, the one-sided massacre was coming to an end.

There were few Jianghu people still standing in the square, and the last remaining few were also knocking on the door of Shaolin Temple in despair, hoping that the comrades inside could help their brothers.
Unfortunately there was no sound at all inside.

Pat, clack.
The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer to him. The mustached leader finally accepted his fate and stopped knocking on the door of Shaolin Temple.
"Haha," the mustachioed man turned around and looked at the group of small flags that had stopped behind him and was pointing a blunderbuss, and laughed miserably.

"Jia Hui, I'll be waiting on Huangquan Road for your whole family to enter the underworld neatly!"

Bang bang bang bang
Ten gunshots were fired, followed by a burst of gunpowder smoke.

Ten blood flowers exploded on the body of the mustache leader. The huge impact made the mustache leader unable to stand any longer, and his back hit the red lacquer door of the Shaolin Temple.

Blood flowed down the door from the mustache leader's back.Although it is a vermilion paint surface, the bright red blood is always clearly distinguishable from the paint surface.

"Haha." The mustache leader raised his head and tried to breathe with all his strength, but it was useless. His lungs were smashed. The air spurted out along with the blood along the holes in the lungs, but it was blocked by clothes. His light cyan robe was dyed red.
"Cough" dark red blood, along with some internal organs, poured out of his mouth and flowed down his robe to the ground. The mustached leader finally looked towards the south.

His hometown, Xiangyang, is in that direction, and by the way, the Haoran Sword Sect that gave birth to him is also there.
Gradually losing his breath, the mustached leader looked to the south with nostalgia, his eyes getting darker and darker.
As the last leader who did not escape died under the fire, the battle ended.

"Master monk, I'm busy with my business. You, go wash the floor!" He tilted his head and glanced at the monks who were silently reciting the "Purana Sutra", and ordered the Taiwei to Abbot Huiming, who was full of sadness.

"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands tremblingly and shouted the Buddha's name toward Jia Hun.

Even the most fiery-tempered monks were now trembling with fear from the efficient massacre by the army. The leader of the Arhat Hall, who usually hated evil, did not dare to make any unnecessary moves. He lowered his head and recited the Purana Sutra along with the abbot.

No longer paying attention to the monks who were chanting sutras, Jia Hui rode towards the temple gate.

Ignoring the horrifying scene of debris strewn like hell on earth, Jia Hui kept looking at the corpse as if he was looking for something.
"Huh? Eleven, turn over that ponytail's face for me." Jia Hui held a folding fan and said towards the slender corpse lying on the ground.

Well, yes, the body, the lower half of the body is gone.

Eleven agreed, jumped off the horse, picked up a broken gun shaft, and turned the body over. A stunning face appeared in Jia Hui's eyes. Unfortunately, his eyes were lifeless and lacked a bit of flavor.

"General, look at her waist card, she is the second young lady of the Changsun family, the Changsun Miaohan. She is listed as the fourth beauty in the world by the busybody." Eleven thought for a while, and told the information about the corpse in detail.

"Fourth?" Jia Hui became interested. He jumped off his horse and knelt down to admire it carefully. He didn't mind the turbid blood on the ground stained by the expensive straight robe of red bird satin.

Hey, the chivalrous lady of the rivers and lakes!She is also the fourth most beautiful woman in the world.
It's really pretty, almost as good as my own mandarin duck.

But it's a pity. Maybe it's due to the wind and sun from traveling around the world, or the hard work of practicing martial arts, but Miss Changsun's wheat-colored skin feels a little rough no matter how hard she takes care of it.
Well, it’s not about the feeling, it’s indeed a bit rough.
There are also calluses on the palms and scars hidden under the torn robes.
"Eleven, how come the eldest grandson Xiaoer is also a young lady from a big family, why does it feel like she is always running around in the world?"

Jia Hui was a little confused.

"General, Miss Changsun Er is a martial arts fanatic who likes to run away from home and fight everywhere." Eleven thought for a moment and replied.

"Okay, let's find a better place to bury it." Jia Hui nodded, straightened up, and no longer paid attention to this knight-errant who seemed to be a template in a storybook.

That's it, in comparison, my own wives and concubines are more fragrant.
This corpse has fulfilled his wish to see the Jianghu heroine with his own eyes. In return, give her a nice ghost house.

Do one good deed a day (1/1).

"Ah, by the way, let's help her find her lower body."

No longer choosing to ride a horse, Jia Hui stepped on the bloody water and walked towards the temple door that had been opened.

. . . . . .

Mahavira Hall.

The compassionate Buddha looked down at the suffering in the world, and Jia Hui, who had just carried out a killing in the world, also looked up at the Buddha who had countless layers of golden bodies carved out of clay, with a variety of emotions.

The last time I entered a Buddhist temple, it seemed that I was on a plateau.
Coincidentally, before entering the Jokhang Temple last time, I also carried out an annihilation operation. I also stood in the main hall, looking at these clay idols without burning incense or worshiping Buddha.

The same is true of Gautama Buddha.

Destiny.
"Great monk, what do you think the Buddha thinks of me?" Jia Hui said quietly, looking at the Buddha's black and white eyes.

The hem of the robe was dripping with dark red blood intermittently.

Abbot Huiming just put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, mustering up the courage not to answer the Taiwei's question.

It was as if a gust of wind blew into the palace, and the flames of the ever-bright lamps and candles flickered, causing the Buddha's golden face to become cloudy and uncertain for a while.The old monk only felt that the hall was suddenly a little colder. The armor-clad Taiwei seemed to be transformed into the great Asura King, and the murderous intent was rampant in the hall!
In front of the Buddha's throne, how dare you
The old monk's legs couldn't stop shaking and he was sweating profusely.

"I ask, what do you think the Buddha will think of me?" A voice without joy or sadness came from the mouth of the great Asura King who was looking at the Buddha. Even Huiming, the abbot, could not help but bend over with the intention of killing. , but he still clasped his hands together and exhaled the Buddha's name tremblingly again.

"Amitabha."

The air seemed to condense into substance, and the old monk felt as if his chest was pressed by a big stone, and every breath was so difficult.

The hall fell into a dead silence, except for the occasional rough breathing of the old monk.

"Disappointment."

The wind stopped, the candlelight stopped swaying, and the uncertain Buddha finally returned to his compassionate appearance.

It was as if a big stone had been removed from his chest. The old monk had never felt that breathing was such a happy thing.

"Great monk, you are such a boring person." The Taiwei stopped looking at the Buddha and turned to look at Eleven who ran into the main hall.

"General, those Jianghu people who survived are all in the courtyard."

Eleven walked in, cupped his fists towards the Taiwei and said.

"Well, let's go."

Ignoring the abbot who was standing there with his hands clasped together, but his clothes already soaked with cold sweat, Taiwei and Eleven walked towards the square in front of the Main Hall.

When the Taiwei reached the stairs outside the temple, the old monk could no longer stand and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

　The first!
　　For the second update, I will try to finish it around two o'clock, otherwise it will be around twelve o'clock tomorrow...

　　
　
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