Their kung fu was naturally commendable since they could be the bodyguards of the commander of the army. However, these people's kung fu was more used for fighting head-on when two armies confronted each other. Fighting with Jianghu masters in this complicated environment was definitely not their forte.
Seeing a group of bodyguards rushing over, Song Qingshu skillfully dodged them. Although he had never learned kung fu like the Big Dipper or the Qian Kun Da Nuo, once his cultivation reached a certain level, he would be able to master all kinds of kung fu. Borrowing force to fight force was also very effective.
After fighting for a while, the group of bodyguards fell to the ground in disorder, no longer fighting. What made them even more depressed was that they only realized now that the fatal injuries on their bodies were all caused by their companions, but Song QingShu's body was clean as if he had never done anything.
At this time, the battle cries in the distance were getting louder and louder. Song Qingshu knew that the Qing army was anxiously resisting Yang Miaozhen's attack. He couldn't help but admire Tu Hai for being a famous general. He had arranged everything so well in such a short time.
But all this was gone. Now that he was dead, he naturally couldn't control the situation of the battle anymore.
Song Qingshu jumped onto the commander flag and held up Tu Hai's head. He held a torch in his other hand and shone it on the side. Using his internal force, his deep voice resounded through the whole camp, "Soldiers, listen up! Tu Hai is dead. Those who surrender will not be killed!!!"
The voice spread to every corner of the camp again and again. The whole Qing camp suddenly fell into a dead silence. Most of the soldiers of the Eight Banners did not believe it at first. But with the help of the torch, they saw that the head was indeed their commander Tu Hai's. They were all scared out of their wits.
Seeing the entire Qing army's camp was in an uproar, Song QingShu tore down the Qing army's commander's flag. His body flashed and he dashed toward the camp's gate. Because along the way he had been using qinggong to fly on the tent roof, the Qing soldiers could not stop him even if they wanted to, the sparse arrows did not pose any threat to him.
Very soon, Song Qingshu rushed to the entrance of the camp. He found that although the Qing army was in a panic, they were far from collapsing. His heart could not help sinking.
His assassination of Tu Hai had caused the whole camp to be in chaos. But if he could not break through the gate and let Yang Miaozhen and her troops in, the chaotic camp would eventually return to normal. At that time, the Qing army would probably be able to react. After all, Yang Miaozhen's troops were not many.
"Shoot him to death!" Just as Song Qingshu was feeling anxious, a shrill voice came from not far away. Song Qingshu couldn't help but look towards the source of the voice. He discovered that the speaker was a young officer dressed in fresh clothes and riding a horse. He was shouting loudly to organize the soldiers around him.
Song Qingshu had met this person once when he was in the Manchurian Qing imperial court. He was a descendant of a family of generals and was a member of the Bordered Yellow Banner. His Chinese name was Xu Hao. However, he had a bad reputation among the disciples of the Eight Banners. Many people in the capital secretly called him a hypocrite.
But now, the Qing army was still able to stabilize the situation here. Perhaps it was mostly because of him. You really can't judge a book by its cover. Given time, he might grow into a famous general in the Manchurian Qing imperial court. "Zhi Lan is in the way. I have to get rid of him."
Song Qingshu sighed in pity. At this time, the rain of arrows from the Qing army had also covered them.
At this moment, the rain of arrows from the Qing army had already engulfed them. Song QingShu transferred his energy to the Marshal Flag in his hand and turned around to protect his body.
Seeing that Song Qingshu was able to stop the rain of arrows from the entire group of archers with only one flag, the Qing army nearby were all dumbfounded.
"What are you standing there for? Continue shooting!" Xu Hao was angry and anxious. He whipped an archer nearby.
Xu Hao had heard of Song Qingshu's reputation as the number one expert of the Manchurian Qing. But he had never cared about it. In his opinion, what could a martial arts expert do in front of thousands of soldiers and horses?
But now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he found that his confidence was not as strong as before.
What kind of person was Song Qingshu? He had already grasped the gap between the Qing army's arrows and swung the commander's flag in a circle. The arrows stuck in the flag were shot back at a speed faster than when they came. The group of archers were immediately thrown off their horses.
Looking at the arrows stuck in his chest, Xu Hao had a look of disbelief on his face. "Am I going to die just like this?" He fell down unwillingly.
Following Xu Hao's death, the Qing army's already shaky defensive line finally collapsed. Yang Miaozhen finally led her troops into the main camp.
"Brother Song, you killed two generals in a row among thousands of soldiers and horses. I really admire you!" While commanding the troops to continue charging into the camp, Yang Miaozhen stopped her horse and looked at Song Qingshu with a look of admiration.
Song QingShu smiled and threw Tu Hai's severed head to her. "I'll leave the rest to you. It'll be more effective if you take this with you."
Although Yang Miaozhen was a woman, she looked excited when she saw the bloody head. "This is really a good tool. I will look for Brother Song when I go back. I will leave first! Go! "After saying that, she tied Tu Hai's head to the neck of her horse and led the rest of her bodyguards toward the main camp of the Qing army.
Looking at Yang Miaozhen's vigorous figure, Song Qingshu couldn't help but touch his nose. "What a tough woman."
With a tap of his foot, Song Qingshu stood on the top of the sentry tower. He looked around the main camp of the Qing army and found that there were flames everywhere. The soldiers of the Eight Banners were running away in all directions. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. He had finally succeeded in making the Qing army's camp fall into chaos.
But this time, Tu Hai's subordinates were all elites. Although most of the Qing army didn't know what had happened and could only run away with the crowd, there were still a few Qing soldiers in the main camp who were trying to gather together under the organization of low-ranking officers.
Song Qingshu frowned. If these people successfully gathered the troops, Yang Miaozhen's troops would be in trouble.
With a flash, Song QingShu quickly arrived at one of the locations. To his surprise, he discovered that Xiao Feng, Yelu Qi, Zhang SongXi, and Yin Liting were fighting against a large group of Qing Army soldiers. All of them had wounds on their bodies, and it seemed that their injuries were not light.
Xiao Feng looked around and quickly saw Song Qingshu. He hurriedly shouted, "Brother Song, don't worry about us. Go and save Chief Huang, the Ninth Princess, and the others."
"And my sister." Yelu Qi couldn't help but shout.
Song Qingshu was startled. Although it was dangerous, they still had the strength to fight. They wouldn't be in danger for a while.
After casually throwing out arrows to kill a few archers in the surroundings, Song QingShu went in the direction Xiao Feng had pointed him to.
Not long after, he saw a dazzling sword light not far from him. Song Qingshu had fought with Yelu Nanxian before, so he knew that this was her Sun and Moon Divine Sword. If it wasn't for the fact that she was in a critical situation, she wouldn't have used such a large amount of True Qi to activate her ultimate skill. He hurriedly sped up and rushed in that direction.
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