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The soldiers outside the town of Osan were still patrolling the surrounding situation as before.

The direction facing the barracks here was the undulating, dark forest.

On the back side of the barracks was the burned dead town.

And under such a depressing situation every day, the hearts of the soldiers began to feel a little uneasy.

At this moment, I saw a soldier about seventeen or eighteen years old speaking to a man who was older than him beside him.

"Big brother, do you think we can win this battle?"

They are all people standing guard here, and their daily task is to stand here and keep an eye on that dense forest.

"Don't worry, brother, the other party only has more than 6,000 people, and we have 20,000 people, so how can we lose." The older soldier was also cheering up.

However, despite what he said, who knows what he felt in his heart.

The young soldier said worriedly, "Big brother, they said that the imperial court also dispatched 20,000 horses twice before, but they were all killed by them, right?" ”。

"Hey, brother. Don't think about these things, General Ma should have known it a long time ago, this is not something you and I should think about."

Looking at the mountain forest in front of him that was silent all day long, the young soldier's heart still had an inexplicable restlessness.

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Some people are sorrowful, and naturally some people rejoice.

Su Wushi, who had nothing to do all day, asked abruptly at this moment.

"Uncle Shi, do you think our Yin and Yang Bagua Palm of Minshan or the Prajna Palm of Buddhism is stronger."

"Huh? What is this doing, you asking? ”。 Wang Zhengnan was originally in meditation and cultivation, so he was also stunned by his nephew's question.

"Oh, yes. Wushi wants to learn a set of palm techniques." Of course, he wouldn't tell his uncle that he wanted to learn a set of palm techniques so that the little monk would know how powerful he was.

Wang Zhengnan was also a little puzzled when he saw that this son rarely calmed down and wanted to learn martial arts from him.

But he still explained, "The Yin and Yang Bagua Palm of the Taoist Sect belongs to the highest palm technique of Tai Chi Divine Skill, even on Minshan Mountain, there are only more than 20 people who can learn this palm, and the people who practice this palm can be counted with one hand." Therefore, it is natural to be able to compete with the Buddha's Prajna palm."

After he paused for a moment, he said, "But this Buddha's Prajna palm has always had the name of subduing the outer way, if you practice to a high level, the palm is like a treasure sword, and the practice will go down, forever, the more you practice, the stronger the palm is, and the more you practice, the more pure the tricks." It is rumored that the Bodhidharma Patriarch of the year was able to break the cliff with one hand. ”。

Listening to the words of this uncle, Su Wushi suddenly thought of that picture, a bald little monk with a golden Buddha light flashing and a dull head, and he was raising his palm and slapping it on the mountain wall hundreds of zhang away.

Suddenly, his body shook violently, and he thought to himself, "This..... Volleying off the cliff? ..... How does this sound much more vigorous than Baguazhang..?".

"Huh? Wushi, are you listening to me?"

"Yes, yes, listening... Listening... Uncle Shi, can you teach me the Yin and Yang Palm? ”。 Su Wushi came back to his senses and said hurriedly.

"You are the senior disciple of the head of the sect, so you can naturally learn ....... and watch!!".

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After nightfall, the time will always pass by without people noticing.

And now, the sky is like ink, and outside the town, it is still silent.

Only the occasional yawn reminds people that this place is still human.

Many of the soldiers had already fallen asleep. Only more than 100 soldiers remained, patrolling outside every tent, as usual.

It's just that they don't know that in the mountains and forests that they watch every day, there are six thousand pairs of eyes watching their every move.

These pairs of eyes are like wolves.

Looking at the vast land under the moonlight, they want to return to life outside the world more and more, and want to go back to the old days.

They want to see their parents.

So, they don't have a choice.

"This battle can only be won, not defeated. The whole army set off".

After a muffled order, I saw that all the lieutenants, as well as the commanders who wanted them, made a gesture to charge.

As a result, 6,000 soldiers of the former dynasty who cherished their hometown walked out of this mountain forest where they had been staying for some years.

At this moment, Zhao Banshan was wearing fiery red armor, holding a glaive fire cloud knife about eight feet long, and he had already rushed to the forefront.

He knew that he didn't have much time left for himself.

He knew how difficult it was to defeat the enemy's 20,000 horses with his 6,000 soldiers.

But this time, he was confident.

As a famous general of the former dynasty, of course he knew that if he prepared the enemy's 20,000 horses, he would have no chance of winning.

Therefore, he wants to be fast, he wants to be surprised, and he wants to attack unprepared.

His heart moved at will, and his pace gradually accelerated.

And the neat soldiers behind him also accelerated their pace with the general's actions.

They had seen the shadows of figures in front of them, in the light of the fire. They knew that if they gave each other a moment, they could shout that word that scared them.

So, they're faster.

At this time, outside the barracks, a small soldier facing the mountain forest seemed to notice something. I saw him bow his head and look at the ground.

"This is....". He saw the shaking of the sand and gravel on the ground, and he seemed to hear the sound of footsteps coming from ahead.

However, when he raised his head sharply, he saw a fiery red figure running towards him, but an arrow feather was already stuck in his throat.

He couldn't shout that sentence anymore.

"Shoot the arrows".

An order was given, and with another gesture from the commanders, it fell.

The soldiers from the previous dynasty all quickly mounted the arrows, but their footsteps did not stop, and there was no confusion, as if this pace, and this method of attack, they had been practicing for a long time.

Immediately after, a piercing "whoosh" sound sounded from this darkness.

As a famous general of the former dynasty, Zhao Banshan knew how many tents Ma Shouyi's 20,000 horses would have.

One tent, the length of the curtain is one zhang and six feet, and there are ten people.

For 20,000 horses, there were 2,000 tents.

He knew that his 6,000 men, with ten arrows in each hand, could only cover more than 1,000 tents in front of him at most.

Therefore, if you are lucky, you can kill more than 10,000 enemy people.

Therefore, as long as his own people are fast enough, so fast that Ma Shouyi's people have not had time to prepare for the war, and so fast that they have not had time to pick up their weapons, then he Zhao Banshan will be able to win this battle.

Now, they've broken out of the darkness. They had come to the land of light, and they were only twenty paces away from the defensive wooden thorns outside the enemy camp.

In the distance, although the soldiers on night patrol outside the camp had already discovered the enemy attack, they were already overwhelmed by arrow feathers before they could shout.

Pieces of arrows, pouring down like a torrential rain, were constantly smashing into the barracks and into the tents.

Zhao Banshan took the lead alone and rushed in front.

He fearlessly rushed to the circle of guards outside the barracks.

Immediately afterward, I saw him round the Glaive Fire Cloud Knife in his hand with both hands.

One knife, two knives, three knives.

He only fired three slashes.

But after the three swords with the sound of whistling, I saw that the three fiery red knife qi like arcs were clinging to the ground, bringing up billowing dust and sweeping away the entire barracks.

After a while, the dust settled, but all the wooden thorns outside the camp were still destroyed.

I have to say that Zhao Banshan does have some real skills for marching and fighting.

Because he has a very precise grasp of timing.

And just when he swept away all the wooden thorns outside the camp, the soldiers behind him rushed out of the smoke and dust at this moment.

All ten of their missed arrows had been shot, and all the tents in front of them had been shot. Became a hedgehog.

So they drew their long knives from their waists.

In front of him, the soldiers who were charging forward did not look to see if there were any living people in the camp tent in the front row.

They simply complied with the task left to them by the general before departure.

They need to get deep into the enemy camp as quickly as possible, and they need to kill the enemy inside before they can even notice it.

Therefore, the soldiers in the front row left the camp tents in the front row of the Ming army to the brothers who were in the rear.

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