Fei Yanggu's mind was in turmoil and he was not in the mood to rest. He stood at a high vantage point and observed the situation at Fox Hill. There was a circle of tents outside the Eastern Army's camp. According to the flags, there were Golden Snake Battalion, Red Coat Army, Khitans, and some other messy flags. They seemed to be the flags of some Jianghu sect.
"Just a bunch of mobs." Fei Yanggu smiled disdainfully. Even though the enemy's coalition had a large number of people, the level of their tents and formations were terrible. Once they were attacked, they would not be able to organize a counterattack in a short period of time.
Fei Yanggu was confident that he could destroy the enemy's camp with just his own troops, not to mention the cooperation of Tu Hai's Eastern Army.
Fei Yanggu was finally relieved. But to make sure nothing went wrong, he called Muhada over and asked him some questions about the details.
Song Qingshu was already prepared. Even if he was occasionally asked some unexpected questions, his mind worked quickly and he easily dealt with them.
Four hours later, Fei Yanggu ordered his troops to move out and kill the enemy's camp at Fox Hill. The earth-shattering battle cries soon resounded through the entire valley.
The Golden Snake Battalion's coalition did not expect the Qing army to suddenly appear behind them and fled in panic.
It was as he expected! The corner of Fei Yanggu's mouth curled up slightly. But he soon felt that something was wrong. It was too easy for them to kill their way in. Even though the enemy's general was useless, according to his intelligence, the Golden Snake Battalion's coalition had at least twenty to thirty thousand people. There were at least twenty to thirty thousand people, and their resistance seemed to be a little too weak.
However, when Fei Yanggu saw Tu Hai's army rushing out of the barracks, he quickly threw away the last of his worries. Humph, the Eastern and Western armies combined had a total of fifty thousand elites. No matter how many tricks you had up your sleeves, in the face of absolute power, it would all be for naught.
Not long after, Fei Yanggu's expression suddenly changed. In order to meet up with Tu Hai, he had already ordered his troops to stop. But Tu Hai's army did not seem to have any intention of stopping.
"Muhada, where is your General Tu?" Fei Yanggu looked carefully and did not see Tu Hai in the Eastern Army. He turned around and asked Muhada who was beside him.
However, what entered his eyes was a snow-white saber light. Fei Yanggu's vision darkened, and the last thought in his life was, "Oh no, I've been tricked!"
Before the surrounding Qing troops could react, they discovered that Fei Yanggu's head and body were separated from his body, while the Eastern Army, who were supposed to be their allies, brandished their butcher's knife without the slightest scruple.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, the defenseless Western Army suffered heavy losses.
Because both sides were wearing Qing army uniforms, the soldiers at the back had no idea what was going on. In addition, with the death of their commander, the Western Army was in chaos without a commander.
They were surrounded by Qing soldiers, but they were waving their swords at them. The soldiers of the Western Army could not tell who their enemies were, and they could not trust anyone. They only trusted the swords in their hands. Anyone who tried to get close to them would be killed. The Western Army killed each other countless times.
At this moment, Song Qingshu had already left the battlefield and was standing on a high ground far away. He looked coldly at the chaotic situation in the valley.
After nearly losing their lives in the hands of the Western Army that night, Huang Rong, Ah Jiu, and the other women no longer went to the battlefield. At this moment, they were standing behind Song Qingshu with Zhou Zhiruo, Xia Qingqing, and the other women who had just returned from the previous battle. They looked at the familiar back of the man in front of them with complicated expressions.
Ah Jiu's face was filled with excitement, and his eyes seemed to be filled with tears. "Imperial Father, do you see this? This is the son-in-law that Ah Jiu found. The Eight Banners Army, which is said to be invincible in ten thousand, has been easily annihilated by him in the past few days. If the Great Ming Dynasty had him, how could it have been destroyed by the trifling Jianlu? "
"Imperial Father, Ah Jiu has never been as confident as he is now. Don't worry, I will definitely restore the Great Ming Dynasty and continue the line of incense burning in the Zhu family's imperial ancestral temple."
A hint of excitement appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's usually cold face. "Master, you let this disciple glorify the Emei. This disciple will never forget it. According to the current situation, what this disciple can do in the future is not just glorify the Emei in Jianghu. Perhaps I can even …"
Zhou Zhiruo's fair face involuntarily blushed. However, when she saw the women surrounding Song Qingshu, her expression suddenly became uncertain.
Xia Qingqing secretly sighed. "Big Brother Yuan, I know you will definitely blame me. Not only did I give the Golden Snake Battalion to him, I also gave myself … But if your spirit is in heaven, and you see everything he has done for the Golden Snake Battalion, I'm afraid you will also admire him."
Yelu Nanxian's eyes lit up. "These past few years, our Great Liao has been stuck between the Jurchen and Jurchen. Now that Song Qingshu has appeared, the Manchurian Qing can't even take care of themselves. The Jin Dynasty is also being held back by the Southern Song Dynasty. There is also the Red Coat Army in the country. Our Great Liao may have a chance to reclaim our lost land and restore our ancestral temple."
Huang Rong's thoughts were the most complicated. "Not only is this person extremely skilled in martial arts, but he also commands troops like a god. He is truly an extraordinary person. If we can get his help, the problem of Xiangyang will definitely be solved. Brother Jing will also be safe …"
With Huang Rong's intelligence, how could she not see that if things continued like this, Xiangyang would not be able to escape the destruction of the city. What awaited her and her husband would be a miserable fate. Now that there was finally a glimmer of light in the gloomy future, how could she not be happy?
However, that strange dream had made her heart palpitate. Subconsciously, she was a little afraid of this man.
After struggling for a long time, Huang Rong finally made up her mind. "For Brother Jing's sake, I have to be on good terms with him. Sigh, if he can take a liking to Fu 'er, then everything will be fine. "
Huang Rong, on the other hand, knew that although Guo Fu had inherited her beauty, her personality was too impetuous. Perhaps there would still be many men who would like her, but Song Qingshu was definitely not one of them … there were simply too many outstanding women around him.
If only she had a daughter who was not only as beautiful as her, but was also smart and had a likable personality. How great would that be …
Huang Rong's face suddenly turned red. What was she thinking about?
As the women were letting their imaginations run wild, Song Qingshu's body trembled. He suddenly turned his head to look at a small hill in the distance. His expression immediately became extremely ugly.
Song Qingshu's reaction caused the women to be at a loss. One after another, they looked in that direction, but they did not see anything.
However, not long after, one, two, three … soon, the top of the hill was filled with a row of Manchurian cavalry troops. Looking at the banners, they were the troops of the Northern Army, Sabusu.
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