Song Qingshu couldn't be blamed for putting on airs. He had to play the Romance of the Three Kingdoms with three strategies.
In his previous life, Song Qingshu had attended an MBA class called "The Art of Suggestion." The class mentioned that even if you thought your idea was great, you shouldn't just give it to the other party. Instead, you should be more tactful and mix in a few terrible options for the other party to choose from.
Do not underestimate this step. Due to the weakness of human nature, this would give the other party the illusion that the final decision was made by him. He would be very happy to carry it out, completely unaware that his choice was actually influenced by you.
Sure enough, after listening to Song Qingshu's plan, Situ Bolei's attention returned to that plan.
"Old hero, there are actually ways to solve the two problems you're worried about now." Song Qingshu saw him muttering to himself as he considered the pros and cons.
"Please advise me." Situ Bolei's eyes lit up.
"Tomorrow night, the Manchurian army camp at the foot of the mountain will be heavily guarded. You can choose a dozen or so highly skilled confidants to bypass the Qing army's outer defensive line and go straight to the Commander-in-Chief's main tent. You can catch them unprepared." An indescribable light flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes.
"How do you know that the Qing army's guard will be lax tomorrow?" Situ Bolei wasn't an idiot, he couldn't help but suspect that the other side was a spy sent by the Qing army, and in fact, the other side wanted to tempt him to turn out in full strength and catch everyone in one fell swoop.
"You can choose not to believe me, but if you miss the opportunity tomorrow, I'm afraid you can only defend Mount Wangwu to the death." Song Qingshu faintly smiled. Seeing the other party's suspicious gaze, he couldn't help but sneer, "You don't need to guess anything. If I really had bad intentions, why would I go through all this trouble? If I want to kill you, it'll be as easy as turning over my hand. When the time comes, Wangwu Pai will be like a group of dragons without a leader, a mass of scattered sand, I'm afraid they'll be easily annihilated by the Valiant Cavalry Battalion at the foot of the mountain. "
Situ Bolei's face darkened, but he also knew that the other party was speaking the truth. In this case, there was indeed no reason for him to lie to him …
"However, this old man has heard that this time, in addition to the three thousand Valiant Cavalry Battalion under the Qing army, there are also the Imperial Bodyguards and two Peerless Martial Experts. If we go deep into the enemy's territory alone, I'm afraid we will be sending sheep into the tiger's mouth." Thinking of another matter, Situ Bolei could not help but worry.
"Yes, you'll definitely fail and be captured." Song Qingshu smiled strangely.
"What?!" Zeng Rou, who had been silent, suddenly got angry. "Are you messing with us?" Situ Bolei also stared at him in confusion.
"Isn't this to protect your Wangwu Faction's face?" Song QingShu said with a wry smile. "Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if you fled in a sorry state in Jianghu."
"We have face, but we can't keep our heads," Situ Bolei coldly snorted.
"Don't worry, listen to me slowly," Song QingShu hurriedly explained, "When you take action, you only need to bring one or two cowards with you. After a daunting experience, the commander of the Qing army will naturally let you go. Before taking action, remember to instruct the disciples of the Wangwu Sect to break up and leave the Wangwu Sect under the cover of night.
The Qing army will also turn a blind eye to it. "
"If he captures us, will he let us go?" Situ Bolei didn't believe it at all.
"I have my ways to make him let you go." Song Qingshu's tone carried an inexplicable sense of confidence.
"Boasting." Zeng Rou wrinkled her nose and turned to tug at Situ Bolei's sleeve. "Master, don't listen to this bad guy. He doesn't even dare to show his real face. I'm sure he's up to no good."
Situ Bolei nodded his head. Looking at Song Qingshu, he asked, "Who exactly is Your Excellency, and why do you want to help my Wangwu Pai? If you don't say it clearly, forgive this old man for not acting according to Your Excellency's suggestion."
"I'm wearing a mask because I'm afraid that your disciples will see my appearance and expose my flaws tomorrow." Song Qingshu reached out to take off his mask and threw it aside. "I don't need to hide anything from you two."
Zeng Rou had always thought that he was a fiendish looking bad guy; who would have thought that he was actually so good-looking under the mask? Not knowing what she was thinking, her face couldn't help but blush. She lowered her head and stared at her feet in a daze.
"Tomorrow?" Situ Bolei was startled. "Could it be that you are a member of the Qing army?"
"This one is Song Qingshu, one of the two Qing court experts that you two just mentioned." Song Qingshu shrugged and said with a wry smile.
Zeng Rou raised her head in surprise, thinking in her heart: He is actually one of the two Wulin masters that make several provinces' Wulin sects tremble with fear. But he is obviously so young, not much older than me …
"Why does Song Shaoxia want to help our Wangwu Sect?" Situ Bolei was even more puzzled.
"This one has long heard that Old Hero Situ is loyal to the Ming Dynasty, in the past you did not hesitate to give up glory, splendor, wealth and rank, leaving Ping Xi Wang, returning to live in seclusion in the mountain forest. Coincidentally, this one and the former Ming Dynasty's Princess Changping are … "Song Qingshu deliberately paused, his face put on a bashful expression," best friends. Seeing that you are in danger, naturally Song Mou will not just stand by and watch. "
Listening to his ambiguous tone, Situ Bolei was startled, "Could it be that he and the Princess are lovers? But there is a rumor in the Wulin world that the Princess likes the Golden Snake King. " However, thinking about the fickle mind of a young man and a young woman, he showed an understanding expression, "Turns out Prince Song and the Princess have this kind of relationship. Just now this old man has offended you, I hope Prince Song will not take it to heart."
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Zeng Rou was dumbfounded, but suddenly a trace of anger rose in her heart, "Since he is the Prince Consort, why did he treat me like that just now?"
"General Situ is too polite," Song Qingshu used the Ming Dynasty's official title to address him, Situ Bolei was very pleased to hear it, "Right now Song Mou is enduring humiliation to bear a heavy responsibility, bending his body to the Qing court, it is precisely because he wants to seize this opportunity to preserve the Great Ming's remaining strength. Don't worry, tomorrow Song Mou will have a way to let you all be safe and sound. "
The reason why Song Qingshu was so confident was because he knew that Wei Xiaobao was Tian Di Hui's Xiangzhu, he would definitely think of a way to release Wangwu Pai's people. In addition, with his help from the side, following the original plot would not be a big problem.
Moreover, Wei Xiaobao had no way to tell this group of people that he was Princess Changping's Prince Consort.
Thereupon, in Situ Bolei and the others' opinion, the merit of avoiding this great calamity was all thanks to Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu had never been satisfied with mingling in a small Manchurian Qing imperial court, rather he had the heroic spirit to swallow up the whole world. This kind of matter of bestowing favors, selling favors, buying people's hearts, naturally he would never get tired of it.
However, borrowing a chicken to lay an egg also required one's own direct line of descent. Because of this, Wangwu Mountain's influence entered into Song Qingshu's plan.
"All right, since Song Shaoxia is the Princess' good friend, I believe he will not harm us. The old man will gamble this time." Situ Bolei pondered for half a day before finally making his decision.
Song Qingshu was greatly delighted; hastily he began to discuss some details of tomorrow's operation with him.
The next day, Wei Xiaobao summoned all the officers to discuss the matter of dealing with Wangwu Pai. The Valiant Cavalry Battalion did not lack capable soldiers who were good at fighting, they discussed a lot of ways to attack the mountain. Unfortunately, all of them were rejected by Wei Xiaobao on the grounds that the Valiant Cavalry Battalion would suffer disastrous losses.
Song Qingshu understood Wei Xiaobao's intention, how could he watch this group of people really fight their way up the mountain? He could not help but smiled knowingly, "Song Mou actually has a way, we can take down Wangwu Pai without suffering heavy casualties."
"Song Dage, quickly say it." Wei Xiaobao was thinking in his heart: I hope it is not a brilliant plan that can surpass Zhuge Zhiliang, otherwise, it will be difficult for me. Chapter 80: With Gui Gong-gong, Life Is Very Easy
"Since it is more difficult for us to attack the mountain, why don't we lure them down?" Song Qingshu said, "Wei Daren's reputation for gambling is known throughout the world. When the time comes, we can pretend to gather people in the tent to gamble, they will relax their guard, letting Wangwu Pai's people think that they have an opportunity to take advantage of. They will certainly have the thought of capturing the ringleader first in order to capture the bandits, they will not be able to bear it and come down the mountain."
"Good!" The generals expressed their approval one after another. Wei Xiaobao was cursing in his heart, but he had no choice but to agree.
That evening, everybody started a gambling game in the central army tent. Wei Xiaobao fished out a stack of banknotes and put them on the table, there were no less than five or six thousand taels. He said, "Whoever has the ability can come and win." But in his heart he was praying incessantly that the group of people from Mount Wangwu would not come down.
The officers placed their bets one after another, some won, some lost. After gambling for a while, everybody was excited, the stakes gradually increased, the sergeants squeezed in the back also handed over their money to bet.
Originally, they were clearly pretending to gamble, secretly guarding against the enemy, who would have thought that later on, each and every one of them killed until their eyes turned red, so much so that some of them who lost all their money ran back to the camp to find their comrades who did not gamble to borrow money to recoup their losses.
In the central tent, one could hear shouts and shouts, as well as the sound of eating and paying. It was like a real casino.
Wei Xiaobao was secretly proud of himself, "Hey, hey, the more you gamble, even if Wangwu Pai's people come down later, I am afraid you won't be able to catch them."
Suddenly someone said in a loud and clear voice, "Bet on the Gate of Heaven!" Placing a watermelon-like object on the Gate of Heaven. As soon as everybody saw it, they were immediately stunned. Impressively on the gambling table was a badly mutilated severed head. The severed head was wearing an official hat, it was none other than the Imperial Bodyguards who were patrolling outside the tent.
Everybody raised their heads in alarm, and saw there were more than a dozen men wearing blue clothes at the entrance of the tent, all of them had long sabers and sharp swords in their hands.
The sergeants were preparing to pick up their sabers to fight back, who would have thought that in the excitement of gambling just now, the sabers on their bodies had already been thrown to the side? Right now the opposite party was glaring at them like a tiger watching its prey, if they picked up their sabers, perhaps they would immediately become the opposite party's target. For a moment, nobody dared to make any unusual move.
"Humph, the Manchurian Qing Tatars' destiny is really over, unexpectedly they sent a baby still wet behind the ears like you to lead the troops, unexpectedly you are still gathering people to gamble in the army camp." Situ Bolei swept his eyes over the situation, his heart was as clear as a mirror.
"Not necessarily." With a long laugh, Jiu Mozhi walked out from the crowd.
Seeing Song Qingshu by Jiu Mozhi's side, Zeng Rou could not help blushing; she thought that it was just as he had expected.
Situ Bolei's eyes narrowed; together with a middle-aged man under his command, they attacked Jiu Mozhi together.
"Your swordsmanship is not bad, too bad it's mixed and impure." Jiu Mozhi sneered, his hands formed hand seals from top to bottom, a mass of air visible to the naked eye appeared in the middle, which blocked the opponent's three swords in a flash.
Situ Bolei and the others were sweating on their temples, they found that the swords in their hands were no longer under their control, they could not move forward even a little bit, they also could not pull the swords back even if they wanted to.
"Good! Dashi's martial art skill is very good! "The group of officers only felt that Jiu Mozhi's martial art skill was superb, one after another they cheered loudly for him.
The corners of Jiu Mozhi's mouth showed a hint of a proud smile, he circulated the energy in his hand, and then with a light pinch, the three swords were all pulled back. Chapter 80: With Gui Gong-gong, Life Is Very Easy
"Since it is more difficult for us to attack, why don't we lure them down?" Song Qingshu said, "Wei Daren's gambling reputation is known throughout the world, when the time comes, we can pretend to gather people to gamble in the tent, they will relax their guard, let Wangwu Pai people think that they have an opportunity to take advantage of, they will certainly have the thought of capturing the ringleader first in order to capture the bandits, they won't be able to bear it and come down the mountain."
"Good!" One after another the officers expressed their approval. Wei Xiaobao was cursing in his heart, but he had no choice but to agree.
That evening everybody held a gambling house in the central army tent. Wei Xiaobao fished out a stack of banknotes and placed it on the table; there were no less than five or six thousand taels. He said, "Whoever has the ability can come and win." But in his heart he was praying incessantly that Wangwu Pai people would not come down.
The officers placed their bets one after another, some won, some lost. After gambling for a while, everybody was excited, the stakes gradually increased, the sergeants squeezed in the back also handed over their money to bet.
At first they pretended to gamble, secretly guarding against the enemy, who would have thought that later on, everybody's eyes turned red from killing, there were even some who ran back to the camp to borrow money from their comrades who did not gamble to win back their losses.
In the central army tent, they heard the sound of shouting, eating and losing, just like a real big gambling house.
Wei Xiaobao was secretly proud of himself, "Hey, hey, the more you gamble, even if Wangwu Pai people come down later, I am afraid you won't be able to catch them."
Suddenly someone said in a loud and clear voice, "Bet on the Gate of Heaven!" He placed a watermelon-like object on the Gate of Heaven. As soon as everybody saw it, they were immediately stunned. Impressively on the gambling table was a badly mutilated severed head. The severed head was wearing an official hat, it was none other than the Imperial Bodyguards who were patrolling outside the tent.
Everybody raised their heads in alarm, and saw there were more than a dozen men wearing blue clothes outside the tent, each with long saber and sharp sword in their hands.
The sergeants were preparing to take out their sabers to fight back, who would have thought that in the excitement of gambling just now, the sabers on their bodies had already been thrown to the side? Right now the opposite party was glaring at them like a tiger watching its prey, if they picked up their sabers, they might immediately become the opposite party's target. For a moment nobody dared to move.
"Humph, the Manchurian Qing Tatars' destiny is really over, unexpectedly they sent a baby still wet behind the ears like you to lead the troops, unexpectedly you are still gathering people to gamble in the army camp." Situ Bolei swept his eyes over the situation, his heart was as clear as a mirror.
"Not necessarily." With a long laugh, Jiu Mozhi walked out from the crowd.
Seeing Song Qingshu by Jiu Mozhi's side, Zeng Rou could not help blushing, thinking that it was just as he expected.
Situ Bolei's eyes narrowed, together with a middle-aged man under his command, they attacked Jiu Mozhi together.
"Your swordsmanship is not bad, too bad it's mixed and impure." Jiu Mozhi sneered, his hands formed hand seals, one above and one below, a mass of air visible to the naked eye appeared in the middle, blocking the opponent's three swords in a flash.
Situ Bolei and the others were sweating on their temples, they found that the swords in their hands were no longer under their control, they could not move forward even an inch, they also could not pull their swords back even if they wanted to.
"Good! Dashi's martial art skill is very good! "The group of officers only felt that Jiu Mozhi's martial art skill was superb, one after another they cheered loudly for him.
The corners of Jiu Mozhi's mouth showed a hint of a proud smile, he circulated the energy in his hand, and with a light pinch, the three swords were all pulled back. Chapter 80: With Gui Gong-gong, Life Is Very Easy
"Since it is more difficult for us to attack, why don't we lure them down?" Song Qingshu said, "Wei Daren's gambling reputation is known throughout the world, when the time comes, we can pretend to gather people to gamble in the tent, they will relax their guard, letting Wangwu Pai people think that they have an opportunity to take advantage of, they will certainly have the thought of capturing the ringleader first in order to capture the bandits, they won't be able to bear it and come down the mountain."
"Good!" One after another the officers expressed their approval. Wei Xiaobao was cursing in his heart, but he had no choice but to agree.
That evening everybody held a gambling house in the central army tent. Wei Xiaobao fished out a stack of banknotes and placed it on the table; there were no less than five or six thousand taels. He said, "Whoever has the ability can come and win." But in his heart he was praying incessantly that Wangwu Pai people would not come down.
The officers placed their bets one after another, some won, some lost. After gambling for a while, everybody was excited, the stakes gradually increased, the sergeants squeezed in the back also handed over their money to bet.
At first they pretended to gamble, secretly guarding against the enemy, who would have thought that later on, everybody's eyes turned red from killing, there were even some who ran back to the camp to borrow money from their comrades who did not gamble to win back their losses.
In the central army tent, they could hear the sound of shouting, eating and losing, just like a real big gambling house.
Wei Xiaobao was secretly proud of himself, "Hey, hey, the more you gamble, even if Wangwu Pai people come down later, I am afraid you won't be able to catch them."
Suddenly someone said in a loud and clear voice, "Bet on the Gate of Heaven!" He placed a watermelon-like object on the Gate of Heaven. As soon as everybody saw it, they were immediately stunned. Impressively on the gambling table was a badly mutilated severed head. The severed head was wearing an official hat, it was none other than the Imperial Bodyguards who were patrolling outside the tent.
Everybody raised their heads in alarm, and saw there were more than a dozen men wearing blue clothes outside the tent, each with long saber or sharp sword in their hands.
The sergeants were preparing to take out their sabers to fight back, who would have thought that in the excitement of gambling just now, the sabers on their bodies had already been thrown to the side? Right now the opposite party was glaring at them like a tiger watching its prey, if they picked up their sabers, they might immediately become the opposite party's target. For a moment nobody dared to move.
"Humph, the Manchurian Qing Tatars' destiny is really over, unexpectedly they sent a baby still wet behind the ears like you to lead the troops, unexpectedly you are still gathering people to gamble in the army camp." Situ Bolei swept his eyes over the situation, his heart was as clear as a mirror.
"Not necessarily." With a long laugh, Jiu Mozhi walked out from the crowd.
Seeing Song Qingshu by Jiu Mozhi's side, Zeng Rou could not help blushing, thinking that it was just as he expected.
Situ Bolei's eyes narrowed, together with a middle-aged man under his command, they attacked Jiu Mozhi together.
"Your swordsmanship is not bad, too bad it's mixed and impure." Jiu Mozhi sneered, his hands formed hand seals, one above and one below, a mass of air visible to the naked eye appeared in the middle, blocking the opponent's three swords in a flash.
Situ Bolei and the others were sweating on their temples, they found that the swords in their hands were no longer under their control, they could not move forward even an inch, they also could not pull their swords back even if they wanted to.
"Good! Dashi's martial art skill is very good! "The group of officers only felt that Jiu Mozhi's martial art skill was superb, one after another they cheered loudly for him.
The corners of Jiu Mozhi's mouth showed a hint of a proud smile, he circulated the energy in his hand, and with a light pinch, the three swords were all pulled back. Chapter 80: With Gui Gong-gong, Life Is Very Easy
"Since it is more difficult for us to attack, why don't we lure them down?" Song Qingshu said, "Wei Daren's gambling reputation is known throughout the world, when the time comes, we can pretend to gather people to gamble in the tent, they will relax their guard, letting Wangwu Pai people think that they have an opportunity to take advantage of, they will certainly have the thought of capturing the ringleader first in order to capture the bandits, they won't be able to bear it and come down the mountain."
"Good!" One after another the officers expressed their approval. Wei Xiaobao was cursing in his heart, but he had no choice but to agree.
That evening everybody held a gambling house in the central army tent. Wei Xiaobao fished out a stack of banknotes and placed it on the table; there were no less than five or six thousand taels. He said, "Whoever has the ability can come and win." But in his heart he was praying incessantly that Wangwu Pai people would not come down.
The officers placed their bets one after another, some won, some lost. After gambling for a while, everybody was excited, the stakes gradually increased, the sergeants squeezed in the back also handed over their money to bet.
At first they pretended to gamble, secretly guarding against the enemy, who would have thought that later on, everybody's eyes turned red from killing, there were even some who ran back to the camp to borrow money from their comrades who did not gamble to win back their losses.
In the central army tent, they could hear the sound of shouting, eating and losing, just like a real big gambling house.
Wei Xiaobao was secretly proud of himself, "Hey, hey, the more you gamble, even if Wangwu Pai people come down later, I am afraid you won't be able to catch them."
Suddenly someone said in a loud and clear voice, "Bet on the Gate of Heaven!" He placed a watermelon-like object on the Gate of Heaven. As soon as everybody saw it, they were immediately stunned. Impressively on the gambling table was a badly mutilated severed head. The severed head was wearing an official hat, it was none other than the Imperial Bodyguards who were patrolling outside the tent.
Everybody raised their heads in alarm, and saw there were more than a dozen men wearing blue clothes outside the tent, each with long saber or sharp sword in their hands.
The sergeants were preparing to take out their sabers to fight back, who would have thought that in the excitement of gambling just now, the sabers on their bodies had already been thrown to the side? Right now the opposite party was glaring at them like a tiger watching its prey, if they picked up their sabers, they might immediately become the opposite party's target. For a moment nobody dared to move.
"Humph, the Manchurian Qing Tatars' destiny is really over, unexpectedly they sent a baby still wet behind the ears like you to lead the troops, unexpectedly you are still gathering people to gamble in the army camp." Situ Bolei swept his eyes over the situation, his heart was as clear as a mirror.
"Not necessarily." With a long laugh, Jiu Mozhi walked out from the crowd.
Seeing Song Qingshu by Jiu Mozhi's side, Zeng Rou could not help blushing, thinking that it was just as he expected.
Situ Bolei's eyes narrowed, together with a middle-aged man under his command, they attacked Jiu Mozhi together.
"Your swordsmanship is not bad, too bad it's mixed and impure." Jiu Mozhi sneered, his hands formed hand seals, one above and one below, a mass of air visible to the naked eye appeared in the middle, blocking the opponent's three swords in a flash.
Situ Bolei and the others were sweating on their temples, they found that the swords in their hands were no longer under their control, they could not move forward even an inch, they also could not pull their swords back even if they wanted to.
"Good! Dashi's martial art skill is very good! "The group of officers only felt that Jiu Mozhi's martial art skill was superb, one after another they cheered loudly for him.
The corners of Jiu Mozhi's mouth showed a hint of a proud smile, he circulated the energy in his hand, and with a light pinch, the three swords were all pulled back. Chapter 80: With Gui Gong-gong, Life Is Very Easy
"Since it is more difficult for us to attack, why don't we lure them down?" Song Qingshu said, "Wei Daren's gambling reputation is known throughout the world, when the time comes, we can pretend to gather people to gamble in the tent, they will relax their guard, letting Wangwu Pai people think that they have an opportunity to take advantage of, they will certainly have the thought of capturing the ringleader first in order to capture the bandits, they won't be able to bear it and come down the mountain."
"Good!" One after another the officers expressed their approval. Wei Xiaobao was cursing in his heart, but he had no choice but to agree.
That evening everybody held a gambling house in the central army tent. Wei Xiaobao fished out a stack of banknotes and placed it on the table; there were no less than five or six thousand taels. He said, "Whoever has the ability can come and win." But in his heart he was praying incessantly that Wangwu Pai people would not come down.
The officers placed their bets one after another, some won, some lost. After gambling for a while, everybody was excited, the stakes gradually increased, the sergeants squeezed in the back also handed over their money to bet.
At first they pretended to gamble, secretly guarding against the enemy, who would have thought that later on, everybody's eyes turned red from killing, so much so that some who lost all their money ran back to the camp to find their comrades who did not gamble to borrow money to win back their losses.
In the central army tent, they could hear the sound of shouting, eating and losing, just like a real big gambling house.
Wei Xiaobao was inwardly proud of himself, "Hey, hey, the more you gamble, even if Wangwu Pai people come down later, I am afraid you won't be able to catch them."
Suddenly someone said in a loud and clear voice, "Bet on the Gate of Heaven!" Placing a watermelon-like object on the Gate of Heaven. As soon as everybody saw it, they were immediately stunned. Impressively on the gambling table was a badly mutilated severed head. The severed head was wearing an official hat, it was none other than the Imperial Bodyguards who were patrolling outside the tent.
Everybody raised their heads in alarm, and saw there were more than a dozen men wearing blue clothes at the entrance of the tent, all with long sabers and sharp swords in their hands.
The sergeants were preparing to pick up their sabers to fight back, who would have thought that in the excitement of gambling just now, the sabers on their bodies had already been thrown to the side? Right now the opposite party was glaring at them like a tiger watching its prey, if they picked up their sabers, perhaps they would immediately become the opposite party's target. For a moment, nobody dared to move.
"Humph, the Manchurian Qing Tatars' destiny is really over, unexpectedly they sent a baby still wet behind the ears like you to lead the troops, unexpectedly you are still gathering people to gamble in the army camp." Situ Bolei swept his eyes over the situation, his heart was as clear as a mirror.
"Not necessarily." With a long laugh, Jiu Mozhi walked out from the crowd.
Seeing Song Qingshu by Jiu Mozhi's side, Zeng Rou could not help blushing; she thought that it was just as he had expected.
Situ Bolei's eyes narrowed; together with a middle-aged man under his command, they attacked Jiu Mozhi together.
"Your swordsmanship is not bad, too bad it's mixed and impure." Jiu Mozhi sneered, his hands formed hand seals from top to bottom, a mass of air visible to the naked eye appeared in the middle, which blocked the opponent's three swords in a flash.
Situ Bolei and the others were sweating on their temples, they found that the swords in their hands were no longer under their control, they could not move forward even a little bit, they also could not pull the swords back even if they wanted to.
"Good! Dashi's martial art skill is excellent! "The group of officers only felt that Jiu Mozhi's martial art skill was superb, one after another they cheered loudly for him.
The corners of Jiu Mozhi's mouth showed a hint of a proud smile, he circulated the energy in his hand, and then with a light pinch, the three swords were completely pulled back. Chapter 80: With Gui Gong-gong, Life Is Very Easy
"Since it is more difficult for us to attack, why don't we lure them down?" Song Qingshu said, "Wei Daren's reputation of gambling is known throughout the world, when the time comes, we can pretend to gather people to gamble in the tent, they will relax their guard, let Wangwu Pai people think that they have an opportunity to take advantage of, they will certainly have the thought of capturing the ringleader first in order to capture the bandits, they won't be able to resist and come down from the mountain."
"Good!" One after another the officers expressed their approval. Wei Xiaobao was cursing in his heart, but he had no choice but to agree.
That evening everybody held a gambling house in the central army tent. Wei Xiaobao fished out a stack of banknotes and placed it on the table; there were no less than five or six thousand taels. He said, "Whoever has the ability can come and win." But in his heart he was praying incessantly that Wangwu Pai people would not come down.
The officers placed their bets one after another, some won, some lost. After gambling for a while, everybody was excited, the stakes gradually increased, the sergeants squeezed in the back also handed over their money to bet.
At first they pretended to gamble, secretly guarding against the enemy, who would have thought that later on, everybody's eyes turned red from killing, there were even some who ran back to the camp to borrow money from their comrades who did not gamble to win back their losses.
In the central army tent, they could hear the sound of shouting, eating and losing, just like a real big gambling house.
Wei Xiaobao was inwardly proud of himself, "Hey, hey, the more you gamble, even if Wangwu Pai people come down later, I am afraid you won't be able to catch them."
Suddenly someone said in a loud and clear voice, "Bet on the Gate of Heaven!" Placing a watermelon-like object on the Gate of Heaven. As soon as everybody saw it, they were immediately stunned. Impressively on the gambling table was a badly mutilated severed head. The severed head was wearing an official hat, it was none other than the Imperial Bodyguards who were patrolling outside the tent.
Everybody raised their heads in alarm, and saw there were more than a dozen men wearing blue clothes outside the tent, each with long saber or sharp sword in their hands.
The sergeants were preparing to take out their sabers to fight back, who would have thought that in the excitement of gambling just now, the sabers on their bodies had already been thrown to the side? Right now the enemy was glaring at them like a tiger watching its prey. If they picked up their sabers, perhaps they would immediately become the enemy's target. For a moment nobody dared to make any strange move.
"Humph, the Manchurian Qing Tatars' destiny is really over, unexpectedly they sent a baby still wet behind the ears like you to lead the troops, unexpectedly you still gather people to gamble in the army camp." Situ Bolei swept his eyes over the situation, his heart was as clear as a mirror.
"Not necessarily." With a long laugh, Jiu Mozhi walked out from the crowd.
Seeing Song Qingshu by Jiu Mozhi's side, Zeng Rou could not help blushing; she thought that it was just as he had expected.
Situ Bolei's eyes narrowed, together with a middle-aged man under his command, they attacked Jiu Mozhi.
"Your swordsmanship is not bad, too bad it's mixed and impure." Jiu Mozhi sneered, with both hands, one above and the other below, a mass of air visible to the naked eye appeared in the middle, which immediately blocked the opponent's three swords.
Situ Bolei and the others were sweating on their temples, they found that the swords in their hands were no longer under their control; they could not move forward even a fraction of an inch, and even if they wanted to pull their swords back, they could not do it either.
"Good! Dashi's martial art skill is superb! "A group of officers felt that Jiu Mozhi's skill was superb, one after another they cheered loudly for him.
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