After half an hour, tens of thousands of golden soldiers, there are not many people who can still stand.

After all, let that big wave roll, I was already a little concussed, my brain was still dizzy, and I was already fortune-telling if I didn't drown, and I could still count on how much combat power they had.

After a while, when there were no more Jin soldiers standing, Liu Cheng asked the beggars to help the disciples mend a knife on top of those corpses, so that there would not be the person who pretended to be dead.

At this time, Hong Qigong walked over with a comatose Jin army general, although the general looked embarrassed, but Liu Cheng could still recognize that this person was the Wanyan beggar who gave him a white dove and asked his son to worship him as a teacher.

"Brother, this man has just been hit on the head by the huge wave, and the golden soldiers are covering him with their bodies. I said I couldn't find it after looking for a long time. When I first found him, he was about to wake up, but I ordered him to sleep in the hole, and he woke up in about half an hour. ”

"It seems that he is not ordinary unlucky, brother, let the beggar help the disciple send him downstream, and walk for almost a quarter of an hour. Find a piece of driftwood and put it on it, and when the time comes, he won't drown, and it's his fate. If he drowns, count him unlucky. ”

"Okay," Hong Qigong agreed, then pointed to the two beggar disciples and said, "Xiao Liu, Xiao Bin, go, move this Jin Guo general downstream, and act according to Brother Liu's arrangement." Be smart, see that if he is going to wake up before, hit him on the head with a stick. ”

"Yes, helper." The two replied with a smile, clutching the bamboo cane in their hands, looking like that, they still hoped that Brother Wanyan would wake up.

At this time, the beggar disciples were still working hard to mend the knives at the necks of those golden soldiers, and the blood of tens of thousands of golden soldiers slowly flowed towards the Nafen River. The river was dyed red and brilliant, and the sunset hit it, and a layer of bewitching red light appeared on it.

"Brother, where are you going next?"

"Pass through Taiyuan Mansion, go out of Xijing, and go to the Mongolian steppe. What about you, dude? ”

"I'm also going to go to Nataiyuan Mansion and go to Nayanmen Pass to find something inherited by our beggars."

After Liu Cheng thought about it, he smiled, Hong Qigong should go to the place where Qiao Feng buried his bones and see if there was the whole article of the eighteen palms of the dragon. I don't know if the world of Lu Dao will follow Jin Yong's revision, and there will be some kind of dragon descending twenty-eight palms.

"Then I wish you something to gain, brother."

"Well, let's go, brother, after passing the Yanmen Pass, I won't be able to walk with you."

"Brother, wait, you don't want to throw the corpse here, do you?"

"Being in the rivers and lakes, it is fate to be in the wild. Except for those admirable opponents, basically no one goes to bury those losers, let alone these golden people. ”

"Brother, how many of you have only died? That's tens of thousands! In this way, in the wilderness of violent corpses, in case of a plague, we will go straight down this Fenshui, and we will be the wicked people who killed a thousand knives. ”

At this time, Liu Cheng was also relatively speechless, you are on the rivers and lakes, kill some people, and just a wild dog will solve it. But this is tens of thousands of corpses, I guess I haven't waited for the wolf to solve it, Mr. The plague has been.

It seems that the common sense of Hong Qigong Jianghu is enough now, but after all, those are just petty fights.

At this time, after all, he hadn't won the title of the Northern Beggar, and he hadn't led the beggar disciples to fight with the Jin soldiers. At this time, there was no Guo Jing, who came out to lead the troops to resist Jin and Mongolia.

For those who have experience in the Great War, almost nothing.

"There is some truth in what my brother said, but these tens of thousands of corpses. How can I clean it up? ”

Liu Cheng's storage space has a tank of corpse water, but that amount is not enough to melt the corpses of tens of thousands of golden soldiers.

After all, these tens of thousands are more than tens and hundreds, and after thinking about it, I looked at the hill next to me.

"Brother, let's carry this corpse up the hill. Then cut down all the trees that were connected to it and throw them on the mountain, and set fire to the mountain, as long as the surrounding area was cleaned up, there was no fear of continuous fire. No matter what happens to the corpses of these golden soldiers, at least we do our best. ”|

"Well, okay, anyway, I'm not in a hurry. After all, I haven't found it for so many years, and it's not too late. And these are what we did in the first place, if you don't know the way, forget it. Now that you know the Tao, let's deal with it, so as not to leave a pimple in my heart afterwards. ”

Then he called the beggars and the disciples and carried the corpses to the hill together, only to see that the mountain was full of corpses.

It was already midnight when the surrounding trees were cleared within a radius of ten meters. At this time, Liu Cheng and Hong Qigong were tired and half dead, not to mention those beggar disciples, all sitting on the ground.

Liu Cheng took out a fire fold, lit it, walked to a place where a large amount of hay was thrown, and threw the fire fold on it.

A group of people looked at the fire that was slowly burning in front of them, crackling and burning. A gust of wind blew, and the fire was like a demon, jumping, fangs, and claws.

Smoke rushed into the sky, flames burning corpses. Liu Cheng has also killed many people in Jinyiwei, but Liu Cheng has never been to the battlefield where tens of thousands of people are killed at one time.

Although I have seen Prince Qing's 100,000 army, I have not been able to start that big battle after all.

Now that tens of thousands of people have been sent down to the yin cao, Liu Cheng is also a little emotional.

Perhaps, he was the one who loved to kill. Killing people in that infernal affairs, killing people in that brocade guard, still killing people in this condor shooting.

Maybe you can find an excuse to say that you are in Infernal Affairs for revenge, in Jinyiwei for survival, and in Condor shooting? Is it for the sake of the common people?

suddenly remembered Uncle Xijing's words, murderer, how do you know what is common people.

"If you love to kill, you will want to kill, as long as the people I care about are alive, what does it matter to me whether other people are alive or dead?" Liu Cheng thought silently in his heart, and slowly withdrew his confused gaze looking at the sea of fire.

"Brother, is it the first time to kill so many people, and you are a little unaccustomed to it?"

"It's a little, let you see the joke, brother." Liu Cheng is not embarrassed, after all, he is not alone. Although the hundreds of beggar disciples next to him looked very excited, their faces were still a little pale. In comparison, I still have to be much stronger.

"Brother, a person who practices martial arts, cares about a good idea. Don't hold everything down, think about what you're learning martial arts for. Hong Qigong patted Liu Cheng on the shoulder, as if he was caught in a memory.

At this time, Liu Cheng also fell into that deep thought.

There was a sea of fire in front of him, and hundreds of beggars and disciples behind him. And in the middle, a young man, a middle-aged man, stood there like this. I don't know what mystery is in the sea of fire, so that the two of them stare deeply.