The order for an emergency retreat was finally issued, but what is quite ridiculous is that the order to retreat was given, but there was no platoon in the order of retreat!

The remnants of the army crowded down one road in a swarm, and the Japanese bombers in the sky bombed the road with impunity.

There are not a few soldiers who were killed or wounded on the way to retreat!

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On the desolate wild road, two soldiers covered in the smell of gunpowder and covered in black were silently driving the carriage.

On the carriage, there were two Taoists and one sitting cross-legged.

"Poof......

Suddenly, the man sitting in the middle of the Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face was slightly pale.

"Mr. Fang......"

Seeing that the man vomited blood, the two Taoists were shocked, and hurriedly called out, and the eyes that the man had been closed also opened.

"It's okay, this mouthful of blood spit out, it's much better."

Fang Yuan shook his head with a smile, and then slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

"It's good that you're okay, alas, it's all my brother's incompetence, otherwise why don't you be tired Mr. Fang here!"

The young Taoist priest gritted his teeth and sighed.

"It's okay, it's not your fault, what's more, I promised the head of Wudang Mountain before I went down the mountain to take care of the disciples of the Daomen, not to mention the thorough protection, even the people were scattered."

Fang Yuan shook his head and looked in the direction of Nanjing City with a rather complicated expression.

It's not that I haven't worked hard, but I can't go back.

Even if you are in different worlds, the wheel of history is surprisingly consistent and irresistible!

"Mr. Fang, don't blame yourself, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid our casualties would have increased again."

The soldier who was driving the carriage in front of him couldn't help but persuade when he heard this, but his eyes also flashed with complexity.

"If it weren't for you, Mr. Fang, I'm afraid that several of us would have died in the flames."

Zhang Qing was silent for a moment, looked at the eldest brother beside him who was speechless, and said with a sigh.

"I know everything you need to know, you don't have to persuade me like that."

Fang Yuan shook his head, if he hadn't sacrificed himself to stop the cannonballs falling from the sky, he wouldn't have been so seriously injured.

When the city of Nanjing was broken, all the monks came out with their swords, fought bravely to kill the enemy, and after receiving the order to retreat, Commander Zhang chose to commit suicide, and he had to withdraw silently.

When he came, he came with many monks, of course he couldn't go alone, he searched in the city for a long time, and only found two Maoshan disciples around him, and on the way met Lin Hu and Zhang Qing, who were all wiped out.

He looked at the two people sitting in the dark in front of the carriage, silently closed his eyes, practiced the true law, and used the power of the sun to repair a few bodies.

In this war, the regiment led by Lin Hu was beaten clean, and even the three and four masters who had accompanied him all the way to the current were killed on the way to retreat.

If it weren't for the chance encounter with Fang Yuan's group of Japanese troops targeting them, I'm afraid they would be gone.

"Nanjing City is in turmoil, with the skills of Wudang, Longhushan and our brothers in Maoshan, it should not be difficult to escape."

Seeing that Fang Yuan seemed to feel guilty in his heart, the Maoshan monk who was sitting cross-legged on the side couldn't help but say comfort, but seeing that Fang Yuan had already started to practice, he didn't bother much, silently running the exercises to repair his injuries.

The ancient road is a thin horse with a west wind, barren mountains and wild forests on both sides, and occasional wild birds fly over, and the world is silent.

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Two people, two sergeants, and a group of five people drove the tattered carriage, going around all the way, constantly heading towards the next destination, Maoshan.

Shenzhou is wide, and the five of them have been walking for more than a month, and during this period, they also know each other with two Maoshan monks, one is a senior brother named Changqing, and the other is a junior brother called Hanbai.

After a month, under the continuous infusion of vitality, the injuries in Fang Yuan's body finally recovered, and the injuries of the two Maoshan disciples were not as serious as Fang Yuan's, and they had already recovered from their injuries.

Lin Hu and Zhang Qing have already been cleaned, and they have paid attention to hygiene with nature, and although the next road is still haggard, it is much cleaner.

On this day, they passed through a city, carefully explored, and found that it was not occupied by the Japanese army, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and entered the city one after another, ordered bowls of noodles, and planned to rest for two nights again.

Sleeping in the open all day, Fang Yuan and the two Maoshan disciples were fine, but Lin Hu and Zhang Qing, two ordinary people, couldn't stand it, so as long as they encountered a place that could be repaired, they would all come down to rest.

"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, the Japanese army fully occupied the city of Nanjing, and launched a brutal massacre......"

"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, the Japanese army fully occupied the city of Nanjing, and launched a brutal massacre......"

"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, the Japanese army fully occupied the city of Nanjing, and launched a brutal massacre......"

While eating, the sound of selling newspapers suddenly came into my ears, and the people in the city instantly rioted and rushed to the side of the newspaper seller.

Fang Yuan, who was sitting at the table eating noodles, stiffened, Changqing and Han Bai also closed their eyes, Lin Hu and Zhang Qing paused, glanced at each other, and then lowered their heads again, gulping the noodles in the bowl.

After a while, the crowd around the newspaper seller dispersed, and the newspaper seller suddenly stopped when he passed by with the only remaining newspaper stall.

"Give me a copy too."

Lin Hu smiled and handed over a few cents, took a newspaper from the newspaper seller, swept it with big eyes, and then silently put the newspaper on the wooden table, and continued to eat noodles with his head down.

Fang Yuan and the two Maoshan monks glanced at each other, and also buried their heads in eating, and soon finished eating the noodles, turned around and walked to the nearby Yuelai Inn, paid the room fee, two by two, and fell asleep.

Fang Yuan didn't know how long it had been since he slept like today, he and Lin Qing and Zhang Hu had slept soundly, as if they could forget everything when they fell asleep...

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The sun rises and sets, and autumn passes quietly.

Falling leaves Xiao Xiao, a group of five people finally rushed to the foot of Maoshan Mountain when autumn went to winter.

"The head of Maoshan, Zhang Fadao, brings the high merits and disciples of Maoshan to welcome the return of the heroes!"

Lang Lang's voice came from the front, and a group of five people looked up, and under the trees, a group of old Taoists in Taoist robes and many children who were no more than fourteen or fifteen years old stood quietly.

"Master Zhang, what a courtesy."

Stepping down from the carriage, Fang Yuan and the four people in the carriage got down one after another to salute back, and in the process of getting off the carriage, the two Maoshan monks who were really angry were a little staggered for some reason, and even Lin Hu and Zhang Qing were not as good as the two ordinary people, and after standing still, they bowed half a beat slower.

"I already know everything about Nanjing City, and this hero, whether it is Mr. Fang or two friends, deserves it."

As he spoke, Zhang Tianshi looked at the two Maoshan disciples.

"My Maoshan disciple deserves it!"

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