The couple, Guo Jing and Huang Rong, had already become a popular story in the martial arts world. They were the role models of the righteous sects. If Song QingShu extended his claws to Huang Rong, his reputation in the martial arts world would be tarnished in minutes. Then, his great ambitions would naturally be left with nothing.
Song Qingshu suddenly felt embarrassed. "Of course I understand."
The group soon arrived near the camp of Tu Hai's army. They first met with Yang Miaozhen and agreed on the details of their cooperation. Then, under the cover of the moonlight, several masters quietly sneaked into the camp of the Qing army.
"Everyone, according to the previous arrangement, is responsible for your respective positions. After successfully igniting the fire, quickly leave the scene.
Although this group of people were famous masters in Jianghu, if they really fell into a tight encirclement, they would still die. Song Qingshu had to remind them again.
Xiao Feng cupped his fists and said in a low voice, "Brother Song, you can rest assured that the chaos we create will not be too risky. Instead, Brother Song will be assassinating Tu Hai. You must be careful this time. If you see that things are not going well, it is better to give up as soon as possible."
"Thank you for your concern, Brother Xiao. Song Mou knows what he is doing." Song Qingshu's eyes swept across the crowd and stopped on Ah Jiu and Huang Rong for a moment. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he did not say anything and cupped his hands to bid farewell. "Farewell." After saying that, his figure flashed and flashed to the back of an unknown tent.
Seeing that Song Qingshu had left, the group also hurried to their respective destinations.
In the commander's tent of the Qing camp, Tu Hai was lying on the bed, feeling restless and unable to sleep. This was very inconceivable to him.
He had been through hundreds of battles. When he was young, he had fought against the Roaming King Li Zicheng and the murderous Demon King Zhang Xianzhong again and again. He had grown up step by step through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. All these years, he had pacified Chahar and subdued Wang Fuchen.
Now, for him, the war was just a game to gain glory. It was just to deal with a mere Golden Snake Camp struggling at death's door. Why did he feel so restless?
Tu Hai couldn't figure out the reason no matter how he thought about it. In the end, he could only attribute it to the fact that the process of the imperial court dispatching troops this time was too unfavorable. Ever since the decision to send troops to destroy the Golden Snake Camp was made, the Emperor had changed the time of dispatching troops several times.
The reason given by the Emperor was not unacceptable. Wait for the Golden Snake Camp to choose a new leader, then catch them all in one fell swoop.
However, from Tu Hai's point of view, the Emperor's decision was too presumptuous. It was just a group of bandits, why go through so much trouble? He could just send the army to crush them with the force of Mount Tai. What was the point of wasting so much effort?
"At the end of the day, it's just an armchair strategist."
Tu Hai couldn't help but curse, but he only dared to say this in private.
Suddenly, Tu Hai frowned. He seemed to have heard noises coming from afar.
"Dang dang dang …"
"There's a fire!"
"Put out the fire!"
…
Tu Hai finally heard clearly what was being shouted outside. As a veteran general, he immediately realized that spies had sneaked into the camp. He was very confident in the defense of his camp. Since there was no external warning, it proved that the people who had sneaked in were just some masters, and the number could not be too large.
"If you want to fish in troubled waters, watch how I close the door and beat the dogs." Tu Hai snorted coldly and quickly summoned his soldiers to give instructions one by one.
"Fei Mo, take my command flag and order all the soldiers to stay in their tents and not to move. Those who disobey will be beheaded."
"Ma Jia, take the fire hose team to put out the fire."
"Muhada, bring my warhorse here."
…
Looking at the steady backs of his soldiers as they left, Tu Hai nodded secretly. After following him for so long, he had learned some of this calmness in the face of danger.
These soldiers were all brought out by Tu Hai from his own tribe. They had been retainers of Tu Hai's family for generations and could be said to be his most trusted subordinates.
But Tu Hai's mind soon returned to the riot itself. As a veteran of hundreds of battles, he saw through the enemy's plan at a glance.
It was said that there was no lack of Jianghu masters in the Golden Snake Camp. This time, they had probably selected a few masters to create chaos in the camp by burning the provisions, and then cooperated with the troops outside to take the opportunity to sneak in.
"Humph, when I was fighting, you were still drinking milk." Tu Hai spat disdainfully. That was why he had asked Muhada to bring his warhorse here so that he would have enough mobility to appear in the camp where he was needed.
Rumble, rumble …
The roar coming from afar made Tu Hai's face change. As a famous general of the Qing Dynasty, he was too familiar with this sound. It was the sound of elite cavalry charging.
"Isn't the Golden Snake Camp a group of bandits? How can there be such elite cavalry?"
A trace of doubt flashed in Tu Hai's mind, but he had no time to continue to care about this problem. Instead, he was full of anxiety. Now that the military camp was suffering from internal and external threats, and the enemy still had cavalry, the consequences would be dire if the enemy broke through the outer defense line.
"Where's Muhada? Why hasn't my horse been brought here yet?" Tu Hai could not help but curse. He needed to be at the frontline to be at ease.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Please forgive me, General." Soon, Muhada's voice came from not far away. The guards subconsciously stopped him, but when they saw Muhada's appearance, they immediately let him go.
"Son of a bitch, if you delay the military intelligence, I'll kill you." At this time, the enemy had already attacked the entrance of the camp, and the battle cries were getting louder. Tu Hai was burning with anxiety and could not help but pull out his horsewhip to lash Muhada.
Muhada's eyes flashed, but in the end, he did not do anything. He let Tu Hai's whip hit him, and then slowly led the horse to Tu Hai.
At this time, the situation was urgent, and Tu Hai did not have the time to pursue the other party's responsibility. He took the reins from Muhada and nimbly mounted the horse. "I'll deal with it when I'm free …"
Tu Hai could not continue his words. He looked down at the tip of the saber that was sticking out of his chest, and looked at Muhada in disbelief. "You!"
Muhada grinned, and soon revealed his original appearance. He was a young and handsome man.
"No wonder Muhada would arrive later than expected." This was the last thought in Tu Hai's mind. Then, he seemed to see a headless body getting further and further away from him, and then his vision turned black, and he could not see anything.
This' Muhada 'was naturally Song QingShu. After he left Xiao Feng and the others, he laid in ambush next to the stable. When the real Muhada arrived, he took the opportunity to disguise himself as the real Muhada. Using the identity of Muhada, he deceived the layers of defense and swaggered in front of Tu Hai.
"Tu Hai is dead. Those who put down their weapons will not be killed!" Song Qingshu stood on the back of the horse, holding Tu Hai's severed head, and glanced at the surrounding soldiers with a cold gaze.
All of this took a long time to describe, but it happened in just a few seconds. The surrounding guards finally reacted.
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