Facts have proved that no matter how strong the individual combat strength of the guerrilla is, it will not be able to defeat a professional army with tacit cooperation between the formations and the organization.

In particular, this army is still one of the best in the world.

The worst part is that they don't have ranged weapons.

It's not called none, it's just that those hidden weapons or something are just fighting unarmored opponents on weekdays, and they can't even break through the defense in the face of the Suzaku heavy infantry armed between their teeth.

All with face armor!

After the three thousand armor soldiers let go of the three rounds of guns, they put away the fire guns and carried them on their backs, and then changed them into weapons that they cultivated independently, and consciously formed a mandarin duck array with their comrades with the same small banner to resist the enemy.

Those who are good at playing long weapons will be killed by the musketeers behind each team, and the few Jianghu who are good at archery skills will be sniped by the Hongjira Condor Shooter on a horse without even raising his bow.

The two most mainstream weapons in the rivers and lakes, long knives and long swords, were restrained by the wolf, and they couldn't get close to the officials and soldiers at all. Even if a few knights with good skills and enough luck escaped the wolf and the spear that stabbed them, the large shield became their nightmare

The razor-sharp sword in his hand can't cut them!

It hurts to cut the shield, and it hurts even more to cut the armor! A knife is a gap, but what about a sword? It can't be pierced at all!

I was about to try to directly stab the throat of the officer and soldier, but I found that there was also an iron neck guard!

How can I let you be fully armed to deal with it!

was grieving and angry, and as soon as he was distracted, he chopped off with a knife and shield hand

The sect masters are completely desperate, how the hell is this fighting?

"How? What else can you do but concentrate a little onslaught! Why, do you still want to compare the art of war with the captain of the court? A knife-playing master glanced at the head of the Qimen weapon boring with disdain, the nearest reinforcements are still in the town at the foot of the mountain, but the fact that this officer army can go up the mountain proves that the reinforcements stationed below have long been finished, and they are all about to face to face, there is no other way but to meet them head-on, how do you want to fight? What are you dreaming about?

The door master shook his head, turned around and looked at the team, wanting to find out the current number one sword sect in the rivers and lakes Broken Knife Sect master to preside over the overall situation.

After all, it was he who said just now that he was going to fight with the official army, who would he not look for?

"Sect Master Hong, you are the master of the Broken Knife Gate, and now we. Grandmaster Hong, Grandmaster Hong? What about Grandmaster Hong? Grandmaster Hong! Hong Youde, Hong Quede, you fucking give Lao Tzu out! ”

After looking for a circle of people, the head of the door from Qiongzhou saw it, but he couldn't find the figure of Hong Youde, the owner of the Broken Knife Gate.

Damn, this old boy ran away!

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"Master, Master, slow down, Master, the apprentice, the apprentice can't run. Whew"

Near the First Ancestral Nunnery, Hong Youde took the disciples of the Broken Sword Sect who he brought to participate in the martial arts conference and fled westward.

"Well, let's take a break." Hong Youde was already tired and stuck out his tongue, but the disciples behind him have also been running, and as the master of the sect, he can't always fall behind the disciples, right?

Just when Hong Youde was about to fall to the ground, the sound of heaven came from the mouth of his little disciple

"Huh, isn't it the master who said you, Huxiao, Xiaojiu, Huh. You don't have the physical strength, you can't do it." Hong Youde, who is middle-aged and a little blessed, leans against a tree, bends over and holds his knees, panting and educating Xiao Jiu to forcibly save his respect.

“.”

Xiao Jiu, who breathed steadily, only had beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, did not speak.

If it weren't for the fact that you rolled your eyes and looked like you were going to pass, why would he and his senior brothers and sisters have to go over Jiming Mountain to take a break.

Although the master has some good face, he has nothing to say about the care of his brothers and sisters, and the left and right are just reprimands, and he can't drop a few pieces of meat, so the master is happy, and he likes to say whatever he wants.

"It's wrong to be a vain, and the vain will be in the future."

"Alright. Call. Under not as an example, sit down. Call. Let's take a break" After speaking, Hong Youde couldn't support it anymore, sat down on the ground along the trunk of the tree, took a kettle from his waist and sucked the salt water in small sips.

As early as before he went up the mountain, he had prepared things such as salt water silver tickets and broken silver for himself and his disciples, and even let the eldest disciple enter the mountain late at night, and put the fitting clothes and other materials of their group of ten people in Jiming Mountain

What we prevent is that the court will turn its face!

It's ridiculous that those stupid bosses still whimsically want to negotiate peace with the court, what qualifications do they have to negotiate with the court? With a large number of people or with knives and guns?

What kind of scenery was the sect master of the Broken Sword Gate back then? It was the time when he stayed behind and saw the master of the Badao Sect, he had to call him a brother and a brother, and there were countless disciples under him, and the quality was also quite high.

But the result?

The most ruthless attack was that Chang'an stayed behind, and the entire Lantian battalion was fully armed and sent troops to surround the Daomen, and more than 30 heavy artillery guns went to the garrison for a full two quarters of an hour before stopping.

This is something that the elders of their own sect have personally experienced, and then it has been passed on to them by word of mouth.

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the fact that his own sect sent an evil obstacle to participate in the robbery of the official silver, he would have to take the whole knife door to the official army as a dog and a pawn to tear other sects!

It's a pity that there is no if, his own sect is also the key target of the imperial court, and the broken knife door is over!

But the incense inheritance of the Broken Sword Gate can't be broken, so Hong Youde decided to run away with his disciples!

Especially when he heard that there were more than 5,000 officers and troops stationed in Xuanyuan Pass, he was even more firm in his thoughts.

Why should my disciples and I be implicated in those obstacles?

It's a big deal to take your disciples to a small border town to spend your life incognito!

Hong Youde looked at himself lovingly, and these disciples were sharing the small snacks they were carrying with each other, and took a deep breath.

I will live with my disciples!

"Master, it seems that the fight below is almost over" The third senior sister saw that the fire light emitted by the fire gun was getting less and less, and hurriedly ran over to report to the master.

"What? It's only been so long? Hurry, go! Enduring the soreness of his legs, Hong Youde gritted his teeth and stood up with difficulty with both hands.

"Let's go!"

The disciples also stood up, silently looking at the master who was trembling in his legs and stomach and was about to force himself to stand up and run for his life, his eyes were red.

The senior brother and the second senior brother glanced at each other, and stepped forward together to set him up despite the master's struggle.

"Master, as you said, there are ten of us, and no one is missing!"

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In front of the gate of the Shaolin Temple, the one-sided massacre is also nearing its end.

There are no longer a few people still standing in the square, and the last few remaining ones are also desperately knocking on the door of the Shaolin Temple, hoping that the colleagues inside can pull the brothers.

Unfortunately, there was no sound in it.

Click, click.

The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer to him, and the eight-character bearded master finally accepted his fate and was not knocking on the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Hehe," Mustache laughed miserably, turning to look at the group of small flags that had stopped behind him and were pointing at the fire gun.

"Jia Hui, I'm waiting on Huangquan Road for your whole family to enter the underworld neatly!"

Bang bang bang

Ten bangs rang out, and a burst of gunpowder smoke erupted.

Ten blood flowers also exploded on the body of the eight-character beard master, and the huge impact force made the eight-character beard boss no longer able to support his standing posture, and his back hit the vermilion lacquer gate of the Shaolin Temple.

Blood flowed down the door from the back of the bearded man. Although it is a vermilion lacquer surface, the bright red blood is always distinct from the lacquer surface.

"Huh."

The bearded man tilted his head and tried to breathe with all his might, but to no avail, his lungs were broken, and the air spurted blood along the cavity in his lungs, but it was blocked by his clothes, staining his pale cyan robe.

"Cough" dark red blood gushed out of his mouth with some internal organs, flowing down his robe to the ground, and the bearded head finally looked south.

His hometown of Xiangyang is in that direction, by the way, and the Haoran Sword Sect that gave birth to him is also over there.

Gradually losing his breath, the head of the mustache looked nostalgically to the south, and his eyes became darker and darker.

With the last boss who did not escape also died under the fire, the battle was over.

"Great monk, I'm busy with mine. You, go wash the floor! Tilting his head to look at the monks who were silently reciting the Sutra of the Past Lives, Taiwei ordered to the sad Abbot Huiming.

"Ami. Buddha." The old monk trembled and folded his hands, trembling and shouting the Buddha's name towards Jia Huikou.

Even the warrior monk with a fiery temper is now trembling with fear by the efficient slaughter of the official army, and the first seat of the Luohan Hall, which is usually jealous and hateful, did not dare to make any superfluous movements, and followed the abbot to bow his head and recite the "Sutra of the Past Life".

No longer bothering with the monks who were chanting, Jia Hui beat his horse and headed towards the temple gate.

Ignoring the horrific scene that seemed to be a human purgatory full of wreckage, Jia Hui kept looking at the corpse as if he was looking for something

"Huh? Eleven, show me the face of that ponytail. Jia Hui said with a folding fan to the slender corpse lying on the ground.

Well, yes, the corpse, the lower half of the body is gone.

Eleven promised, jumped off the war horse and picked up a broken gun shaft and turned the corpse over, a stunning face appeared in Jia Hui's eyes, but unfortunately his eyes were not bright, but he lacked a little taste.

"General, look at her waist card, it is the second lady of the eldest grandson's family, the eldest grandson Miaohan. It is listed as the fourth best face in the rivers and lakes by the good deeds." Eleven thought for a moment, and told the information about the corpse.

"Fourth?" Jia Hui became interested, turned over and jumped off the horse, squatted down and admired it carefully, not minding the expensive Vermilion Bird Satin Straight Robe and bowing down to the muddy blood on the ground.

Heroines! Or the fourth most beautiful beauty in the legendary rivers and lakes.

It's really good-looking, and it's almost catching up with your own mandarin ducks.

But it's a pity, maybe it's walking in the wind and sun, or practicing martial arts and talking hard, no matter how much you take care of Miss Changsun's wheat-colored skin, it feels a little rough

Well, it's not the feeling, it's a bit rough indeed.

There are also calluses in the palms, scars hidden under the torn robes

"Eleven, how can this eldest grandson Xiaoer say that she is also a young lady of a big family, how do you feel that she is always running around in the rivers and lakes?"

Jia Hui was a little puzzled.

"General, this eldest grandson is a martial idiot, and she likes to run away from home and fight everywhere." Eleven thought for a moment and replied.

"Okay, let's find a better place to bury it." Jia Hui nodded, straightened up, and no longer paid attention to this heroine who seemed to be a template of a script.

That's it, compared to his own wives and concubines, it is more fragrant.

This corpse has fulfilled her wish to see the charlatan with her own eyes, and in return, give her a good set of yin mansions.

Do a good deed every day (1/1).

"Oh yes, by the way, let's help her find her lower body."

No longer choosing to ride a horse, Jia Hui stepped on the blood and walked towards the temple gate that had been called open.

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Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The compassionate Buddha overlooked the suffering of the world, and Jia Hui, who had just carried out a killing in the world, also looked up at the Buddha who had been sculpted in clay with an unknown number of layers of gold, and his heart was full of emotions.

The last time I entered the Buddhist temple, it seemed to be on the plateau.

Coincidentally, before entering the Jokhang Temple last time, he also carried out an annihilation battle, and he also stood in the main hall, looking at these clay idols without burning incense or worshipping Buddha.

It's also Shakyamuni Buddha.

Fate.

"Great monk, what do you think, what does the Buddha think of me?" Looking at the Buddha's black and white eyes, Jia Hui spoke quietly.

The hem of the robe was dripping with dark red blood intermittently.

Abbot Huiming just folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name, plucking up the courage and not answering the Taiwei's question.

It was as if a gust of wind blew into the treasure hall, and the ever-bright lamp and candle flickered, shaking the golden face of the Buddha for a while. The old monk only felt that the hall was suddenly a little colder, and the captain in armor seemed to be incarnated as the great Asura King, and the killing intent in the hall was wanton!

In front of the Buddha's seat, how dare you

The old monk's legs couldn't stop shaking, and cold sweat flowed.

"I asked, what do you think the Buddha would think of me?" The voice of joy and sorrow came from the mouth of the great asura king who looked at the Buddha, and even though Hui Ming, who was the abbot, couldn't help but bend down with the killing intent, he still folded his hands and exhaled the Buddha's name tremblingly again.

"Amitabha."

The air seemed to have condensed into substance, and the old monk only felt as if his chest was pressed by a boulder, and every breath was so difficult.

There was a dead silence in the hall, and only occasionally there was the rough sound of the old monk.

"Spoiled."

The wind stopped, the candle flame stopped shaking, and the unstable Buddha finally regained his compassionate appearance.

As if the boulder on his chest had been removed, the old monk had never felt that breathing was such a happy thing.

"Great monk, you are really a boring person." Taiwei no longer looked at the Buddha, and turned to look at Eleven, who had run into the Mahavira Hall.

"General, those surviving Jianghu people are all in the courtyard."

Eleven walked in and said with a fist clenched at the captain.

"Well, let's go."

Ignoring the abbot who was still standing there with his hands folded, but his clothes were already soaked in cold sweat, Taiwei and Eleven walked towards the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Until the captain walked to the stairs outside the hall, the old monk could no longer stand, and sat down on the ground, panting.

First update!

For the second update, I'll try to finish it at about two o'clock, otherwise it will be around twelve o'clock tomorrow...

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