Mythological Native Species

The iron cavalry of the Tartars has trampled most of the Central Plains.

The place where the flames of war have licked, the bones are full of bones, and there is no **** crowing for thousands of miles.

All traces of the existence of advanced civilizations are being erased from the territory of the country by fierce steel knives.

The savage Tatars do not need a more advanced and prosperous way of life. They have gained 'experience' from the annihilated Xiamu people and Jinhe people. The civilization of the Central Plains people is 'harmful' and must be completely eradicated, otherwise it will sooner or later. Bring down their soon-to-be-great nation and empire.

All the places that can be restored to pastures are burned clean by them. When the grass germinates next year, it will be a good place for them to graze cattle and sheep.

The weak Daqing Kingdom has completely broken its spine.

Wherever the Tartars went, they had no time to resist, they only knew how to flee in a hurry.

In half a year, he even gave five Tatar princesses to be friends, trying to survive under the bullying of the Tatars. No matter whether these five princesses were just random young palace maids, they were temporarily canonized. This kind of behavior, in itself, will completely lose the majesty of a country.

When the country loses its prestige, the people lose their soul.

The popularity and popularity of the people established by Guozuo in the 360th year of Daqing have fallen to the bottom.

In order to resist foreign humiliation and to oppose the incompetent and inaction of the imperial court, there have already been dozens of rebellion uprisings in the world. . But the fundamental purpose is nothing more than to overthrow Daqing, to dominate the world, and to drive out the invading Tartars at the same time.

If it weren't for Daqing's long history of treating scholars kindly, even to this point, there are still Confucian Confucians who endorse Daqing, I'm afraid the situation will be even more corrupt.

However, in the Daqing Dynasty, which was so turbulent and like a strong wind and candlelight, there was still Yang Xiaoyun, the general of Xuanwu, who was ordered to take charge of most of the military power in the new capital Yangcheng, guarded the Xiongguan, resisted the barbarians, and was respected by the world.

Daqing has lost the people's hearts, but the general Xuanwu, the people's hearts are flourishing.

It is not difficult for those with knowledge to see that Yang Xiaoyun, the general of Xuanwu, whether intentionally or not, is absorbing the last national fortune of the Daqing Dynasty to enrich himself.

In other words, Yang Xiaoyun is suspected of backdoor listing.

A group of Tatars roared past the official road, which had already seemed a little lonely. Some ordinary Daqing people crawl in the grass on both sides of the official road without making a sound.

The mother tightly covered her young son's mouth, for fear that he would make a slight noise and attract the brutal Tatars. She didn't even see her young son, and her eyes had turned white because of difficulty breathing.

Whoosh!

The sound of the sharp arrow cutting through the air interrupted the low and rapid breathing.

The mother was hit by an arrow in her forehead and fell down with her head raised.

Then a rain of arrows fell, silent killing at first, followed by screams, roars, and screams.

In the end, all that was left was the wanton laughter that the Tartar swayed with his machete.

The blood soon dyed the grass on both sides of the road red, and a few Tartars who were desecrating the corpse let out an unhappy sigh.

If it wasn't for a Tatar general who lost his mind when he was happy and was bitten through the neck by an ordinary Daqing woman, they would have been more happy.

At this moment, a blue shadow swept in from a distance, and where the sword edge passed, a Tartar fell to the ground spurting blood from his neck.

Several Tatars, armed with machetes, quickly surrounded them.

The rest mounted their horses one after another, and while they rode their horses for a walk, they drew their bows and shot arrows from a distance.

The cyan figure seemed to be a young Taoist priest. Although his swordsmanship was excellent and his light skills were good, he was not as fast as a Tartar horse.

He was entangled by a few Tatar soldiers, and constantly disturbed by arrows from afar, and he was soon wounded.

More figures came from afar.

Someone was still on the way, and already said: "Guangping! Didn't I tell you that it is important to hurry? We master and disciple can't afford to delay the big event of the leader."

The young Taoist priest who was besieged in the middle of the Tatar soldiers, bleeding from the wound on his body, showed no fear on his face, but a group of excited young Taoist priests said: "Master! Let Guangping turn a blind eye and let these innocent souls linger here. This breath... Guangping can't swallow."

That's all, but let the machete of a Tartar soldier fall on his shoulder.

But he took the opportunity to get close and stabbed the two Tatar soldiers next to each other with the sharp swords in their hands.

Plasma sprayed onto his face, and on the blue robe, the originally quiet and inactive Taiji map had long been dyed bright red, like a fiery red fireball.

Several figures flew by, stepping on the tip of the grass, catching up with the Tartar cavalry in different directions, greeting them with hidden weapons, and knocking them off their horses.

A group of Tatar soldiers were quickly wiped out.

"Fifteen Tatars are in a group, walking in a cross-net, and soon no less than three groups will meet here. Hurry up!" The old Taoist fell beside Guangping, grabbing his arm, holding He jumped into the forest not far away and quickly evacuated.

It's not okay to ride a horse.

Horseshoe prints will be exposed.

And compared with the Tatars in horsemanship, it is a very brainless thing.

What's more, their horses are well trained, as long as the whistle blows, they will run back on their own.

After running for a full hour, the group stopped at a very dilapidated Maitreya Temple.

The Maitreya Buddha in the temple had already been toppled, and only a big belly was left on the altar.

Most of the roof has also collapsed, but it's somewhat of a place to rest.

After treating the wound, Guang Ping bit open the dry food bag with his mouth, took out a cold and hard bread, chewed it hard, and asked while eating, "Master! What is the valiant man of a thousand Tartars doing?"

"Could it be that you want to recruit your subordinates?"

"If you want me to say, there's no need! We are people in the rivers and lakes, and we are not well-trained soldiers. Fighting alone and killing some Tartars is a pleasure. Hunching in Yangcheng all day, waiting for the Tartars When people are attacking the city, it is really boring to help push down the Tartars who have climbed up."

The old Taoist glanced at Guangping, and then said coldly: "Confused! Can one person kill all the Tatars in the world? Only by gathering the power of everyone can we turn the tide. No matter how powerful the wine sword fairy is, What if thousands of Tartarians were killed within three days? Now the Tartars are on guard against him, and they have set up a net, just waiting for him to take the bait."

"The leader of the alliance couldn't bear the misfortune of the righteous man, so let us go to meet him. Introduce him into the city and discuss important matters together!"

There are several people around, there are vulgar and Taoist, there are monks and there are beggars, and the common configuration seen in the rivers and lakes is basically all in this team.

Different from the 'talking' of Taoist teachers and apprentices, most of them seemed silent and gloomy.

Guangping, a master and apprentice, grew up optimistically, far away in Jiannan, where the mountains are high and the roads are narrow, and the Tatars are temporarily unable to beat him. Therefore, the two masters and apprentices, only after they came to this Yangcheng, did they see many miserable appearances in the world. Although they were sad, they were still alive. As for the rest of the people, either their families were destroyed or their sects were destroyed.

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