The iron cavalry of the Tatars had trampled most of the Central Plains.

Where the war has been licked, there are many white bones, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles.

All traces of the existence of advanced civilizations are being erased from the map of the country by fierce steel knives.

The barbaric Tatars did not need a more advanced and prosperous way of life, they had learned a 'lesson' from the destroyed Natsume and Jinhe people, and the civilization of the Central Plains people was 'harmful' and must be completely eradicated, otherwise sooner or later they would be dragged down to the great nation and empire.

All the places that can be reduced to pasture are burned by them, and when the grass sprouts in the spring of the next year, it will be a good place for them to graze their cattle and sheep.

The weak Daqing Kingdom has completely broken its backbone.

Wherever the Tatars went, they had no time to resist and fled in a hurry.

Within half a year, he even gave five Tatar princesses as a peacemaker, in a vain attempt to survive under the bullying of the Tatars. Regardless of whether these five princesses are just young palace maids who are randomly found and canonized temporarily. This kind of behavior in itself will completely lose the majesty of a country.

If the country loses its prestige, the people lose their soul.

The popular will and popularity established by the 360-year-old Guozuo in Daqing have fallen to the bottom.

In order to resist foreign humiliation and oppose the incompetent and inactive imperial court, there have been dozens of large and small uprisings of righteous armies in the world. But the fundamental purpose was nothing more than to overthrow Daqing, sit on the throne, and at the same time drive out the invading Tatars.

If it weren't for Daqing's always good treatment of scholars, even if it reached this point, there were still rotten Confucians endorsing Daqing, I was afraid that the situation would be even more erosive.

And in such a stormy and stormy, like a strong wind and candle flame of the Daqing Dynasty, but there is also Yang Xiaoyun, the general of Xuanwu who was ordered to be in danger and was in charge of most of the military power, sat in the new capital Yangcheng, guarded Xiongguan, resisted the barbarians, and was admired by the people of the world.

Daqing has lost the hearts of the people, but this Xuanwu general is in full swing.

It is not difficult for knowledgeable people to see that Yang Xiaoyun, the general of Xuanwu, whether intentionally or unintentionally, is absorbing the last national fortune of the Daqing Dynasty to fatten himself.

In other words, Yang Xiaoyun is suspected of backdoor listing.

A group of Tatar rangers roared past the already lonely official road, and some ordinary Daqing people were prostrate in the grass on both sides of the official road.

The mother clutched her young son's mouth for fear that he would make the slightest noise and attract the brutal Tatars, who did not even see her young son, who had already rolled his eyes because of the difficulty of breathing.

Sou!

The sound of sharp arrows cutting through the air interrupted the sound of low, rapid breathing.

The mother was hit by an arrow in the forehead and fell on her head.

Then a rain of arrows fell, first silent killing, then screams, roars, and screams.

All that remained was the wanton laughter of the Tatars as they swung their scimitars.

The grass on both sides of the road was soon stained red with blood, and several Tatars, who were desecrating the corpses, let out unpleasant sighs.

If it weren't for a Tatar general, who was distracted while being happy, and was bitten through the neck by an ordinary Daqing woman, they could have had more fun.

At this moment, a green shadow swept from a distance, and where the sword passed, a Tartar fell to the ground with blood spurting from his neck.

Several Tatars, armed with scimitars, quickly surrounded them.

The rest mounted their horses one after another, riding their horses and shooting arrows from a distance.

The cyan figure seemed to be a young Taoist priest, although his swordsmanship was excellent and his light skills were also good, but after all, he was not as fast as the Tatar horse.

Entangled by a few Tatar soldiers, and constantly interfered with by arrows from afar, he was soon wounded.

More figures swept in from afar.

Someone was still halfway through the road, and he had already spoken: "Didn't I tell you that it's important to hurry? ”

The young Taoist priest who was besieged in the middle of the Tatar soldiers, with blood spilling from the wounds on his body, but the expression on his face was obviously not afraid, but the young Taoist priest who was excited said, "Master! If you want Guangping to turn a blind eye, let these unjust souls who died in vain linger here. This tone... Guangping couldn't swallow it. ”

With that, he let the scimitar of a Tatar soldier fall on his shoulder.

He took the opportunity to get close and stabbed two Tatar soldiers next to him to death with his sword.

The plasma sprayed and sprinkled his face, and on the cyan robe, the originally quiet and inactive Taiji Diagram had already been dyed bright red, like a big red fireball.

Several figures flew by, stepping on the tips of the grass, catching up with the Tatar cavalry in different directions, greeting them with hidden weapons, and knocking them off their horses one after another.

A detachment of Tatar soldiers, which was quickly annihilated.

"Fifteen Tatars march in a cross-net, and soon no less than three strands will converge here. Hurry up!" The old Taoist landed beside Guangping, grabbed his arm, and carried him to the forest not far away, and quickly evacuated.

Horseback riding is not a no-go.

Horseshoe prints will be exposed.

And it is a very brainless thing to compare equestrianism with the Tatars.

What's more, their horses are well trained, and as soon as the whistle blows, they will run back on their own.

After running for a full hour, the group stopped at a dilapidated Maitreya temple.

The Maitreya Buddha on the temple has long been overthrown, and only a big belly remains on the altar.

Most of the roof has collapsed, but... It's kind of a resting place.

After treating the wound, Guangping bit open the bag of dry food with his mouth, took out a piece of cold and hard dough, chewed it vigorously, and asked as he ate: "Master!

"Don't you want to recruit subordinates?"

"If you want me to say, you don't need to! We are people in the rivers and lakes, and we are not well-trained soldiers. Fight alone and kill some Tartars, that's called pleasure. Cowering in Yangcheng all day long, just waiting for the Tatars to attack the city, helping to push down the Tartars that climbed up, it was really boring. ”

The old Taoist glanced at Guangping, and then said coldly: "Confused! Can the power of one person kill the Tatars all over the world? Only by gathering the strength of all people can we turn the tide." No matter how powerful the wine sword fairy is, what if he can kill a thousand Tartars in three days? Now the Tartars have taken precautions against him, laid a net of heaven and earth, and are waiting for him to take the bait. ”

"The leader of the alliance can't bear the misfortune of the righteous man, so let's go to respond. Bring him into the city and discuss great things!"

There are several people around, some vulgar and Taoist, some monks and beggars, and the common configuration that can be seen on the rivers and lakes is basically all in this team.

Unlike the 'talking' of Taoist masters and apprentices, most of them appear silent and have gloomy expressions.

Guangping's master and apprentice were long optimistic, far away in Jiannan, where the mountains are high and the roads are narrow, and the carriages and horses are difficult to travel, and the Tatars cannot fight for the time being. Therefore, the master and apprentice, only after coming to this Yang City, did they see many miserable scenes in the world, although they were sad in their hearts, they were still a little vibrant. And the rest of the people, either their families are ruined, or their sects are destroyed, and the pain of the skin is like a fire all the time, the body and mind are painful, and the hatred is hidden in their hearts, and they have long lost the mind of too many words.