This is the task that Song Xuan gave to Invite Yue.

There is no need to fight head-on, just toss the Qing army in a different way, making them tired, irritable, and sleepy.

When the time is right, Song Xuan will find a dark and windy night and sneak in to harvest.

In a small-scale military camp, Song Xuan would choose to rush in and kill head-on, but like this kind of large battalion with tens of thousands of elite soldiers and all kinds of firearms and crossbows, he would not break through directly.

On this side, Invite Yue was tossing the Qing army, and on the other side, Song Xuan was not idle, but went directly to Fucheng.

The Qing army's camp could only be cleaned up in a few days, and taking advantage of this gap, he prepared to advance into the city to kill all the prefects in the city and all the officials who had defected to the Qing army.

As the future commander of Xuanyiwei, learning to allocate time reasonably and becoming a qualified time management master is a basic quality that must be possessed.

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Fucheng, outside the prefect's yamen.

Two officials dressed in the costumes of the Qing court officials with a handful of pigtails on the back of their heads leaned against the walls of the yamen, lazily basking in the sun.

On the entire street, there is no one to be seen at all, let alone come to the yamen to complain.

Since Huang Taiji founded the Qing Dynasty and wantonly slaughtered the people who refused to obey, the number of people in various cities and places has decreased sharply, and the slaughter of cities and exterminations is countless.

The hard bones are basically killed, and all that is left behind is resigned to fate and is easy to manage.

No matter how ruthless Song Xuan was, he just planned to kill millions of thieves to condense the flower of the gods, but the people who died under the butcher's knife of the Qing army in the entire Qingzhou were counted in hundreds of millions.

Compared with this group of butchers, Song Xuan is a small thing.

The servant who was leaning against the wall and napping heard footsteps not far away, and someone didn't even open his eyes, so he directly opened his mouth and scolded him.

"Where did you come from, untouchables, get out of the way, don't block the sun from the grandfather!"

"Oh? Whose master are you? A flat voice came.

"Naturally, you are the master of this dog minion!"

The servant yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when he opened them, he was frightened and helpless.

"You, you!!"

"What's wrong with me?" Song Xuan looked at him with a smile.

"What are you arguing about!" Another official opened his eyes impatiently, and after seeing Song Xuan's appearance clearly, he was also frightened, "Hair! How do you still have hair? ”

"How do I still have hair?" Song Xuan sneered, "Because I'm a human being, I'm not used to being a slave to others!" ”

When the words fell, they only heard two clicks, and the two didn't even see Song Xuan make a move, so they felt a sharp pain in their necks, and then their consciousness fell into a blur.

Twisting the necks of the two of them into twists, Song Xuan paced to the yamen, and saw the plaque hanging high in the lobby at a glance.

"The mirror hangs high!"

Song Xuan laughed twice, feeling very ironic, and raised his hand to slap it out, and the plaque and the roof were smashed into pieces, and wood chips and rubble collapsed everywhere.

This loud noise immediately alarmed the guards in the palace, and soon, dozens of guards wearing armor and swords around their waists surrounded them.

After seeing Song Xuan's long black hair, a trace of anger suddenly rose in the heart of the head of the guard.

Everyone shaves their heads and has long braids, so if you're tall, you're an exception, right?

Isn't it okay for everyone to shave their heads and be slaves, why do you have to keep your hair and be a man?

"Come on, take down this traitor for me!"

A group of guards immediately led the order to draw their swords and rushed forward, but immediately after, everyone suddenly felt a violent force swept over, and before everyone approached, they vomited blood and flew upside down on the door and wooden pillar.

The leader of the guards was dumbfounded.

He knew that if the other party dared to keep his hair, his martial arts must not be weak, but they were not weak in the palace guards, and they were all acquired masters who had cultivated their internal strength.

With so many masters shooting together, even if it is an innate martial artist, how can it cope with it for a while, right?

As a result, people didn't even move their feet, just raised their hands and waved, dozens of people flew up and spiraled into the sky, and they couldn't survive.

Is this still a martial art that people should have?

The leader of the guards was terrified and terrified, the other party's martial arts were so high that it was unbelievable and unpredictable.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and urged the light exercise body method to leave, but he only took a step under his feet, and his head was held down by a palm.

Song Xuan looked at him with a smile, "Are you a Tartar?" ”

"Hero, no, I'm not a Tartar!" The head of the guard was so frightened that he couldn't choose to speak, "I was originally the head of the prefect's yamen, and after the Huang Taiji rebelled, the prefect took us to obedience."

I am a Zhou person, and my ancestors have been the people of the Great Zhou for eight generations! ”

Song Xuan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, "Where is the prefect now?" ”

"In the back house!" The head of the team trembled with fright, and did not dare to hesitate at all.

Song Xuan stopped talking, lifted his neck, and lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the two came to a hundred meters away, the speed was as fast as a ghost.

The entire back house is very large, and it belongs to the private residence of the prefect, and most of the guard forces are gathered here.

As soon as Song Xuan and the others entered, they saw an arrow exploding in the air, followed by dense and rapid footsteps from all directions.

"For the sake of you still admitting that you are a citizen of Da Zhou, I won't kill you this time!"

Song Xuan casually threw the squad leader backwards, regardless of whether he was injured or not, and looked at the prefect guards gathered from all around with a quiet face.

"Traitor, you are so bold!"

Hundreds of guards gathered, and the leader of the leader suddenly became much more courageous, staring at Song Xuan and shouting coldly: "Surrender quickly, maybe you will be spared, otherwise be careful that your three clans will be implicated together!" ”

Song Xuan glanced at him indifferently, "Looking at your appearance, you should have been from Zhou before, not from Tartars."

Give you a chance, and still think you are from Zhou, put down your weapons and stand aside! ”

The guards looked at each other, but soon, many people let out a mocking laugh, which was not loud at first, but as more and more people laughed, the entire backyard of the prefect was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Song Xuan also smiled, "It seems that you have made a choice, so let's go on the road!" ”

When the words fell, only to hear a sonorous sound, the Pure Yang Wuji Sword let out a dragon groan, bringing up a red sword light, enveloping all the guards around.

Song Xuan didn't even look at the corpses all over the ground, the long sword was sheathed, and he looked ahead.

There, the prefect and several masters dressed as people from the rivers and lakes looked at him with a frightened expression.

"Great Zhou Xuanyi Wei Song Xuan, you should know the meaning of this seat, right?"

"Song Xuan?"

The prefect swallowed his spit, and slaughtered Song Xuan, the killing god of twelve Qing military camps?

If you don't kill the Qing army, what is the matter with me as a civil official!

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