For Ning Yi, it was quite amusing to copy the poem so openly in front of the "original author" of the poem. However, considering Liu Guihua's character, even if it was Li Bai standing in front of her, she would still do such a thing without batting an eyelid.
The poem was not a big deal. It was the real gain that the Tyrant's Saber Camp could make a move at this time. Liu Guihua was not a fool. She could keep the Tyrant's Saber Camp in a transcendent position in the environment of Fang La's Revolutionary Army, maintain the harmony of the Tyrant's Saber Camp in a way that almost never showed up, and always had a high reputation in the Tyrant's Saber Camp. She was actually far smarter than ordinary people.
Generally speaking, the older one was, the wiser one became. With more experience, even if one didn't think much, one would still become smarter. Liu Guihua's experience was not much more than that of ordinary people. It could only be attributed to her talent and keen insight. She was a very opinionated person, so it was extremely difficult to persuade her to take the risk of breaking up with Bao Daoyi for something. Ning Yi only briefly told her that it was not easy to have "comrades" with extreme ideas and to achieve extraordinary things.
Those words were not originally prepared for Chen Fan. It was just a contingency plan to let these children survive. When it was Chen Fan who took action later, Ning Yi was actually not very sure that Liu Guihua would show up. Relatively speaking, these children had complicated relationships. If they were really saved, it would also be helpful to the Tyrant's Saber Camp. However, if it was only Chen Fan, it was obviously not so valuable.
If it were a few days ago, Ning Yi would not even have held out hope for this. Liu Guihua was a strong and generous person. It seemed that she had not lost too much of her naivety. She was still quite angry about many things, but it did not mean that she was really reckless. In order to prevent the people of the Tyrant's Saber Camp from being affected too much after Li Tianrun returned to the city, she could even kill Qi Yuankang herself. No matter how close she was to Chen Fan, when Chen Fan took action against Bao Daoyi, she definitely had to stay out of it.
However, with those words and the determination that night, there should be some hope. Because everything happened too fast, Ning Yi called a group of students to stall for time. He also wanted to give Liu Watermelon more time to think. He also wanted to tie the "students" to Chen Fan as much as possible. However, Liu Guihua's decisiveness at this time was indeed a bit beyond Ning Yi's expectation.
Once she made up her mind, she immediately took action to save Chen Fan, and then she fought back with an extremely strong attitude. Originally, with the identity of the Tyrant's Saber Camp, they might have been able to shirk responsibility or give Bao Daoyi a way out of this embarrassing situation. However, there was no way out of this situation with just a few words. In just a few words, they had decided to fight. This was one of the reasons why Bao Daoyi could not back down at all. Perhaps in a way, it had already proved that after a few days of quiet contemplation, she had already made up her mind on that matter.
"… If you really have such an idea, you should think it through. What you're going to do next is incompatible with the world. It's not just the Wu dynasty. Even Hangzhou and the Yongle dynasty might be able to tolerate you for a while, but in the end, they'll be incompatible … I don't want to lie to you. The worst result is that perhaps one day, half of the Tyrant's Saber Camp will fall out with you. At that time, how many people will be able to stand by your side … At that time, you'll regret it …"
After making his decision, he immediately attacked Bao Daoyi. This was to further establish his might and prepare for the Tyrant's Saber Camp to not be disturbed in the future. She might not have really done such an unreasonable thing in the past few years, but once she decided to do it, the Tyrant's Saber Camp's strength was also astonishing. When she finished writing the first sentence, the first two hundred people under Bao Daoyi's command had already arrived at the other end of the street, and the members of the Tyrant's Saber Camp had also appeared on the roofs and in the alleys and alleys.
Footsteps crisscrossed and figures gathered. At first glance, it seemed a little chaotic, but when they got closer, almost everyone maintained the same distance from the people around them. There were about seventy to eighty people in this group, all dressed in black and white clothes and carrying long sabers on their backs. When Liu Tiannan waved his hand, Du Sha and the others also came from the side, drew their weapons, and became the vanguard of this formation. They didn't simply walk in a straight line, but staggered forward, staring at the first formation formed by the group of people from the Greenwood Forest brought by Bao Daoyi. They were experts, and the other side was also the Greenwood Forest Tyrant's Saber Camp. The atmosphere seemed to be that all of them were about to fight, but if one's mind was distracted by the other, in the blink of an eye, he would find that the person in front of him had changed.
On the other end of the street where Ning Yi and the others were standing, more than thirty men from the Tyrant's Saber Camp began to stand at the end of the street, blocking the road there.
On Bao Daoyi's side, the original forty or so people from the Greenwood Forest Tyrant's Saber Camp withdrew into a formation, and the two hundred people behind them were led by a junior general. The general was still asking Bao Daoyi for instructions. He could also see that the people on the other side were not ordinary people, and this was not an ordinary fight. Bao Daoyi was also a bit regretful. He didn't expect that the Tyrant's Saber Camp would attack so decisively, which was not logical at all. But more than that, he was still angry. "You little brat, have you taken the wrong medicine? Do you think I can't crush you?"
In the middle of the street, the two groups of people had already closed in on each other. The Tyrant's Saber Camp advanced, and the Greenwood Forest Tyrant's Greenwood Forest Tyrant's Greenwood Forest Tyrant's Saber Camp vaguely retreated.
"Silver Saddle … Illuminating the White Horse!"
Without saying much, the first "ping" sound of weapons clashing rang out. Then, countless weapons clashed, and the frontlines clashed. The street was not considered narrow, but there were only about twenty people fighting at the same time. The first move between martial artists was always a test, but it was different this time. Du Sha and the others from the Tyrant's Saber Camp were very skilled in attacking together. One of them had only exchanged two blows with Fang Shuchang when the opponent in front of him suddenly changed to Luo Bingren. Qian Luoning, who was beside him, attacked from the middle. Only then did that person want to block the attack, but Ji Qianer's Yuanyang Saber rushed over from the left. Fang Shuchang had already swung his long saber to attack him from the right.
"Like a shooting star —"
On the other side, Liu Guihua lowered her head and wrote a poem. As she recited, the formation of the Tyrant's Saber Camp pressed forward two steps, and the frontlines pushed against the first row of people from the Greenwood Forest Tyrant's Saber Camp. Six people were dragged in, and only blood spilled out.
At the end of the street, the other group of more than a hundred people who had responded to Bao Daoyi's fireworks signal had also arrived. When they saw the thirty or so people blocking the road, they immediately rushed over. "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! "
"You can't pass this place."
"The Sky Elite Battalion is here to handle this matter. Who are you people!"
"I said we can't pass this place!"
The leader of the Tyrant's Saber Camp shouted sternly, but the other side was not afraid at all. They rushed over to the crowd and pulled out their weapons. "Damn it, you guys dare to cause trouble with such a small number of people. Don't you know who we're with? Get out of the way — "
Liu Guihua's voice rang out from the other end of the street.
"Kill one person … within ten steps!"
"Damn it, let …"
"Kill!"
The leader of the group shouted in a deep voice and pulled out his saber. Almost everyone pulled out their sabers at the same time. The saber lights on the barrier formed by the thirty or so people were like the wheels of a lawnmower. After one round, the hundred or so people gathered together, but the ten or so people in front of them were all cut down at the same time.
The thirty or so people lowered their sabers, and blood dripped down from the blades.
"The Tyrant's Saber Camp is here. We said we can't pass this place! If you dare to move forward … you'll die! "
The people at the back cowered and retreated backward, creating some distance between them. For a moment, the ten or so corpses left behind by the thirty or so sabers became even more eye-catching.
When Liu Guihua said A Thousand Miles Invincible, the entire scene had already started moving. Saber lights surged in front of the street. The members of the Tyrant's Saber Camp surged past the first carriage. These hundred or so people were elites even in the Tyrant's Saber Camp. They practiced martial arts and were familiar with battle formations, so they worked closely with each other. The people in front of them were at most slightly stronger in martial arts, but they were no match for them in this situation. They were constantly being pushed back, and someone would be hit by the saber from time to time. Someone near the road wanted to jump onto the roof to attack, but he was intercepted by three members of the Tyrant's Saber Camp. When he rushed onto the roof, he was cut down by a saber. The person on the roof swung his saber and continued to move forward. Someone jumped onto the roof of the carriage and shot an arrow before jumping down again.
At this time, Ning Yi could already see that Liu Watermelon's painstaking efforts to compose a poem was not just for the sake of showing off. The sound was clear and loud, like the beat of a drum. The rhythm not only boosted morale, but it also allowed everyone to move forward and attack with the same rhythm. The hundreds of people's figures seemed to be changing chaotically, but almost everyone's steps were following the rhythm of "Journey of the Gallant." The battle in front of them was intense, and the voice continued mercilessly.
"… when the matter is done, I leave in a huff, hiding my identity and name … when I pass by Xinling, I drink, taking off my sword before my knees! I burn Zhu Hai, holding a spear to persuade Hou Ying — "
The battle, the saber light, and the blood. The strangest thing was naturally the poem that kept ringing out. It was like the sound of weapons, domineering and firm. Seeing the people in front of them killing people in the rhythm almost like they were dancing, the audience in the restaurants and teahouses widened their eyes, and their breathing quickened. Even Ning Yi could not help but feel his blood boil. He wanted to cheer for Liu Guihua's manipulation. On the other side, Bao Daoyi's subordinates had arrived again, but they were crowded and could not reach the front. More people came from the other side of the street. Seeing that there were only about thirty people blocking the road, he shouted, "Kill them!" The crowd surged forward, and the saber light collided fiercely. People kept falling, and blood surged. The thirty or so people kept advancing and retreating, but the battle line was never in chaos. They blocked the people who were charging at them like waves.
Next was "three cups of wine and a promise, five mountains are light." In the short poem, on the back side of the street, facing the formation of more than thirty people, the vanguard of the army began to retreat again, but some people started to shoot arrows. However, the arrows from the roofs killed more people. They were also archers from the Tyrant's Blade Camp. At this time, they appeared on the roofs on both sides. On the side where Bao Daoyi was fighting, the archers also appeared to keep an eye on the situation. At this time, the formation of the Tyrant's Blade Camp was about two hundred people, and probably not more. The battle situation began to become chaotic. Bao Daoyi's people began to rush to the roofs, and the casualties began to increase.
Seeing all this, Ning Yi was afraid that it would be a war, which he did not expect. In the middle of the street, An Xifu and a dozen Black Feather Guards were already behind the elites of the Tyrant's Blade Camp. They were also watching, but An Xifu already shouted, "Stop! Stop now! " He wanted to go straight to the house where Liu Guihua was, but Liu Tiannan pressed his shoulder. The two of them exchanged a few blows, but he was naturally no match for Liu Tiannan. The two of them began to quarrel on the street.
Bao Daoyi's voice could be heard, "Today, I will eliminate the Tyrant's Blade Camp. Kill them! Kill them … "
"… After seeing things and hearing things, high spirits are born! Saving Zhao Waving the Golden Hammer, Handan was first shocked! The two heroes of the millennium, Great Liang City … "Liu Guihua was already infected by the atmosphere. Every word of the poem was filled with emotion and excitement, and he did not stop.
Blood, chaos, and countless voices gathered together. On this afternoon in Hangzhou, Ping Chang Street was almost uncontrollably boiling with excitement.
In the midst of this madness, Ning Yi took a deep breath and looked to the side of the restaurant. Suddenly, he saw a figure, and he was stunned.
The massacre was still going on …
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