After Zong Yun knew about the existence of this slave camp, he listed this slave camp as a small goal that he had to strive for.

One of the important reasons why they did not go to Huai Shijun Town, but made a detour to Caizhou, was because they got this information!

These people don't need to be like those Taoists around him, they need to go through psychological construction and transformation before they can follow him to do this great thing.

The reason why these people survived was to complete the unfinished business, because they still had blood in their hearts, and they still did not want to bow their heads, unwilling to bow to the Mongols, and unwilling to bow to the Southern Song court!

These people seem to be deliberately left here by God in order to help Zong Yun fulfill his dream, waiting for Zong Yun to save them!

Of course, because these slaves were so strong, the Mongols were constantly wearing down their will, using a lot of labor to wear down their physical strength and spirit to make them submit.

Some of them, tormented, were gradually worn off their edges and corners, and eventually became lackeys of the Mongols, but after they left the slave camps, they were thrown into the new annexed army or the Han army, and became cannon fodder for the charging battle, and soon died tragically.

And those who suffered in silence were not defeated by the ferocity of the Mongols, but like a sword that was constantly sharpened, more and more tenacious!

This is the big wave of sand that I said before, and those who can survive until now are the strongest of the strong!

In order to take care of these strong men, a large part of the strength of the Caizhou garrison was actually used for the defense of this slave camp.

For the sake of strategic coordination, they even kept this slave camp closer to Caizhou City, so that in the event of an emergency, they could take care of both sides.

It is precisely because of this that it is not easy for Zong Yun to take down this slave camp, but he will not retreat in the face of difficulties, if this is discouraged, what kind of saint is he talking about?

When Yang Jing asked people to send intelligence, sent to disturb Caizhou, create chaos for him, and attract firepower, Zong Yun was also overjoyed.

His people had been paying close attention to the situation around the slave camp, and when the night came, he saw that the defenders of the slave camp had sent troops to help in the direction of Caizhou, and he knew that Yang Jing's plan had begun to be implemented!

Zong Yun brought more than a thousand people, they had no armor, no war horses, they only had the Dao sword in their hands, Zong Yun called them the Taiyi Army, they were all carefully selected by Zong Yun from the thousands of people who fled south.

They are Zong Yun's original family background, Zong Yun even remembers the names of each of them, remembers what questions he asked them when he first selected them, and what skills they have!

Zong Yun is not only their leader, but also their little real person, because Zong Yun did not hesitate, and gave almost everything he had, including his most powerful martial arts, which were selflessly taught to these people!

These people were selected by Zong Yun himself, Zong Yun naturally trusts them, even if there are always times when the vision is wrong, but when you are in an extremely united team, either you will be assimilated by this team, or you will be gradually isolated by this team, and you will eventually be eliminated and eliminated.

These people who reciprocated to Zong Yun were ambushed on the periphery of the slave camp at this time, and after seeing the defenders leaving in the direction of Caizhou, they surrounded the entire slave camp under the command of Zong Yun!

Although most of the defenders have already supported Caizhou, the remaining part is actually far superior to Zongyun's Taiyi army in terms of numbers and equipment.

But this is already the best situation that Zong Yun has faced, everything Yang Jing can do has already been done, and the rest of the things, no matter what, Zong Yun has to complete it by himself!

Zong Yun took out the Divine Rune Dao Sword, pinched a magic trick, took out the incense stick from the Qiankun bag, and after lighting it, he prayed for everyone's blessings, praying for the Heavenly Venerable to descend the Dharma and be blessed by the gods, so that these Taoist friends can be invincible!

After a simple sacrifice, Zong Yun's rune pointed forward and took the lead in launching a charge in the direction of the slave camp!

The light skills of the Taoists are very good, even if there is no light work, they are also large and small cultivators of internal kung fu, or stay in the Taoist temple, the heart is like stopping water, and the ancient well does not wave.

Such a psychological quality makes them like a silent spring rain in the process of moving forward, like shadows that differentiate from the darkness, and quietly infiltrate the entire slave camp!

"Do it!"

As soon as Zong Yun gave the order, Mu Xiaoying behind him released a cloud-piercing arrow, and the cloud-piercing arrow bloomed in the night sky with fire trees and silver flowers, just like the red pen of the king of Hades, and turned into a big fork on the heads of these defenders!

This strong woman, who is unwilling to accept Wei Zhenxian's biological father, has become Zong Yun's unobtainable right-hand man, they maintain a close relationship, no one has broken it, and no one has taken a step forward, but no one is willing to leave each other, maybe moving forward together like this is the best thing in their lives.

Zong Yun held the sword of the Chongyang Patriarch in one hand, pinched the magic in the other, and clicked on the ground in three or five steps, like a bird passing by the river, just like an immortal who soared through the clouds.

Zong Yun is not Liu Hanchao's kind of peerless fierce general, Liu Hanchao is like a rock in front of the madness of the angry sea, like a mainstay, resisting thousands of troops and horses, but Zong Yun is like a gust of wind, no one can keep him!

His sword was like a breeze, even the blood did not linger on the blade, he passed by those defenders, and the defenders' swords were not drawn, and he could no longer feel the warmth of the sun tomorrow!

The Taoist priests of the Taiyi Army appeared from the darkness like ghosts, like pieces of darkness, shrouded from all directions, and began to eat away at the defenders of the entire camp from the periphery!

When they came to the middle of the camp, the huge animal pen suddenly lit up with faint white eyes!

The slaves were kept in pens like cattle by the Mongols, who stripped them to the ground in order to prevent them from hurting and escaping.

This is an experience that the Mongols have learned at great cost.

Because these people are always ready to kill the defenders of the Mongols, when they are working, they will hide stones, tiles, wooden shovels, bamboo knives, etc., and if they are not careful, some defenders will be killed by them!

Therefore, every time they finished work and entered the camp, the Mongols would carefully examine them one by one, even their mouths and valleys.

The enclosures had already been trampled into pieces, and they shrank in corners, keeping a certain distance between each of them, because they needed to guard not only against the Mongols, but also against the people around them!

The men of the Taiyi Army surrounded the entire animal pen, and no one lit torches or torches.

Zong Yun waved his sword, and the rune sword cut the iron lock crisply, and Zong Yun put the sword into the sheath, and then lit a torch and stuck it aside.

The light of the fire shone on his young face, and the surrounding Taiyi Army Taoist priests became black shadows, as if in this dark night, only Zong Yun was bright.

The slaves' eyes lit up, and they drew closer to the door.

Zong Yun stood with his hands in his hands, then stretched out his right hand and said to the slaves in the beast pen: "I came to save you, not to pity you, not because you are Song people, I just want to do a big thing to kill your head!"

Although his voice was not loud, it was full of energy, and even the slaves in the corner of the beast pen could hear it clearly, as if this voice had the magic power to reach people's hearts.

However, the slaves did not stop, and still gathered towards the door, as if they would rush up at any moment and tear Zong Yun to pieces!

Mu Xiaoying was standing behind Zong Yun, she was different from the people in the Taiyi Army, many people in the Taiyi Army were frightened by these slaves, and they began to worry about Zong Yun's safety in their hearts, for fear that these slaves would riot and kill Zong Yun and kill them.

But Mu Xiaoying wouldn't think so, because only she knew best how powerful Zong Yun had become after going north and south!

The Buddhist and Taoist arguments in the north are not just quarrels on the lips, in terms of quarrels, the great monks have not been able to win against the white jade toad Ge Changgeng.

In terms of fighting, Zong Yun almost single-handedly swept the top masters of Buddhism, and this debate for several days and nights is also the myth that Zong Yun has not slept for several days and nights, accepting the wheel battle of the masters of Buddhism, but he has never been defeated!

It is precisely because of this that those Daoists will follow Zong Yun so resolutely, otherwise, with the reputation of the Quanzhen Dao, these Daoists might as well stay in the Quanzhen Dao and continue to survive, so why follow Dong Shangzhi's Nanwu to the Great Song Dynasty?

Mu Xiaoying was not worried because Zong Yun did not have the slightest worry.

Zong Yun still wanted to say something, but seeing the awakened eyes of these slaves, he finally sighed lightly and said with a wry smile: "Forget it, your mouth can't speak clearly, let's change the way of reasoning!"

Before Zong Yun's words fell, there were already slaves who pounced!

Although they were defenseless and even defenseless, their eyes and momentum were terrifying, as if they were not scrawny slaves in this pens, but fierce hungry tigers!

Zong Yun pressed the man's fist, but the palm of his hand did not move at all, and said to the slave: "Well, the number of roads of Gongzhong Gong is 50,000, and the strength is still complete, stay." ”

The slave's eyes darkened, and suddenly lit up again, and he raised his leg to continue to resist, but Zong Yun twisted his wrist and threw it out!

"Let you stay, stay!"

As soon as the man was thrown out, someone from the Taiyi Army caught him, but the person in the beast pen rushed towards Zong Yun again!

"The disciple of the Luoyang Broken Door Knife, right?

Zong Yun threw those slaves out one by one, none of these slaves could go through three moves in his hands, he was like a screening machine, selecting these slaves!

Of course, the real masters, the real old things, the people who can survive in the camp for the longest time, will not be the first to strike, they are hiding in a corner of the beast pen, paying close attention to Zong Yun's every move!

Zong Yun has been guided by famous teachers since he was a child, his martial arts attainments are broad and profound, and he knows the martial arts of various sects and factions well.

He knew that it was impossible to reason with them, at least with his mouth, and that it was not an overnight matter to get their submission and submission.

But if you want to get a chance to get them to listen to you and share your big things, then defeat them first and dampen their spirits!

These slaves seemed to have accepted this rule, and walked forward one by one, and no one cut in line, nor did they rush up.

However, Zong Yun couldn't sit still, and said to them: "Let's go together, the real person is still in a hurry to fight Caizhou and save my dog official junior brother!"

As soon as the slaves heard that they were going to fight Caizhou, they finally couldn't sit still, and rushed up like a group of angry hungry tigers!