What made the Miao people feel even more chilled was the way these armored soldiers killed. It was a coldness that they had never imagined before. These armored soldiers were like an old farmer who was skilled in farming and harvesting rice. They knew how to use the most effortless method to harvest the rice, not a bit more and not a bit less. In the face of the first batch of Miao people who seemed to have the advantage in terms of numbers, they first used light crossbows to kill. If they were to get close to them, they would draw their swords and kill them cleanly with one stab. There was absolutely nothing fancy about it. If someone was lucky enough to escape the first stab and both parties brushed past each other, the armored soldiers holding swords would not break the advancing formation and fight with them. Instead, they would boldly and confidently let the armored soldiers beside them or behind them deliver the second stab. When more than forty Miao people were dead, no one could escape the second stab! This scene was not too bloody and could even be said to be very 'clean'. However, it made the second batch of more than sixty Miao people feel as if their guts were about to burst. They stopped at the edge of the Lusheng Field in the stronghold. Behind them were more than thirty Miao people who were relatively weak. After these two batches of Miao men went out to fight the enemy, there were only the elderly, women and children who were destined to wait for death.
The armored soldiers holding crossbows and swords slowly entered the Lusheng Field that was paved with cobblestones. The two batches of Miao people were already crowded together. One of them was a white-haired old Miao man who was holding an iron spear. He took a few steps forward. The old man might have traveled the Central Plains when he was young and knew a little of the official language. However, when the old man opened his mouth to speak, a crossbow arrow was directly nailed into his mouth. His entire body was hit by the huge penetrating force and fell backward. After the old man with the crossbow arrow in his mouth fell to the ground, the tip of the well-made crossbow hit the ground. It was like a rice seedling in a paddy field being pulled up by someone. The Miao people were pale.
It was not only Dian Xiongzong and the three generals who were indifferent to this. In fact, all of the Xishu military officers, including the armored soldier who shot the crossbow, felt that this kind of killing without hesitation was right and proper. If it was said that each of them had their own conceited arrogance and leadership style before that person was conferred the title of King, but under that person's tepid training, they all understood one thing. Following him in battle, whether it was a battle with a high chance of winning or a low chance of winning, in the end, it was all about killing people. Killing people was not written by literati. There was no need to talk about beautiful words or colorful brocade. It had to be concise and practical.
Conciseness was under the premise of ensuring practicality and effectiveness. In order to save the physical strength of each soldier, the entire military force would be "raised" to the extreme bit by bit. In this way, the situation would be as stable as a rock. In a battle where they might lose, they could slowly recover from the disadvantage. In a battle where they were sure to win, they would be in an invincible position from the beginning. In this trip to the south, that person could not be said to have spoken, let alone have any actions of teaching. There were only a few words at the beginning of the Shu War, but it was more and more memorable: I will let you all understand what a general and a military officer should do and should not do. In the future, you all will let your subordinates know what to do and what not to do in a battle. In less than five years, give me 200,000 soldiers in Xishu, and I will give all of you a name that will go down in history.
Now, the proud and arrogant Prince Consort Fu Tao believed, the scholarly general Wang Chaowu believed, the valiant general Huyan Shuai believed, and all of the military officers who accompanied him believed.
Because at this time, the person who was looking up at a stilted building high up in the sky was that person.
In the place where he was looking, behind the railing of the stilted building in the Miao village, which was nicknamed "Beauty's Leaning", there was clearly no one there.
But behind the door and window, there was a young man wearing clothes different from the Miao people's through a gap in the window, staring at the man who "coincidentally" looked up.
The young man was not that old. Sweat seeped out of his forehead, his lips trembled, and he muttered to himself, "Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of me, my expression will not change". For him, it was too much to hope for. After he passed through Beimang and Xishu all the way from Beiliang and Xishu to Nanzhao, he often had the feeling that it was a lifetime ago. Occasionally, when he opened his eyes in the morning and was half-awake, he would still feel that he was lying on the hard little bed in his "home" in Beimang. Even though he had confirmed that he was the Crown Prince of Xishu who was in a foreign land, the son of the Emperor who was shakily kneeled and choked with sobs when they met, it was difficult for him to treat the so-called Shu Kingdom as his own country and as his home.
This unremarkable young man's real name was Su Ying. His father was the Emperor of Shu. His uncle was the famous Xishu Sword Emperor who guarded the gates of the country to his death.
However, in the end, he only felt that calling himself Su Su was a bit easier to say, and also a bit more relaxed and comfortable. He was just a small figure who spent his days wandering around that small city in Northern Mang, daydreaming that even he himself felt was comical. So after he came to Nanzhao with her, other than reluctantly socializing with those old nobles who were unreachable a decade ago, he liked to take her outside to relax and breathe. She, who was blind, never refused. She carried the guqin and walked the jianghu with him, the jianghu in his heart.
He said that he wanted to be a hero the most in his life. She said yes. Then she personally helped him buy a peerless sword that a hero should have. She helped him dress up like a son of an aristocratic family. She taught him how to speak when he was doing justice and how to pretend to be an expert.
She would be the demoness who killed people like scything flax, and he would be the hero who defeated the demon.
The two of them carefully acted out four or five plays in Nanzhao. She killed a total of more than 200 people who should have died, and he made a grand appearance under the gazes of many. He either appeared floating on stage while reciting an ancient poem or stood under a tall building and under the moon. The final result, without exception, was the blind demoness who carried the guqin and made the yamen and the legendary demons of Jianghu feel their scalps tingle. Under the fierce attacks of the hero that made bystanders feel all kinds of indescribable mysteries, she fled pathetically and lingered at death's door. Afterwards, he would always meet her secretly and hide with her. He would tell her, who could not see anything in the world, which famous jianghu master among the bystanders had been struck dumb, and which young heroines had been struck dumb by the sight of it.
She always had a tranquil smile and did not speak.
Su Su looked at the man who seemed to have sensed where she was standing and said in a trembling voice, "I know, even if you are about to enter the realm of Celestial Phenomenon, you can't beat him."
The blind guqin player who had almost taken Hsu Fengnian's life in the rainy alley grunted, his expression calm.
Su Su turned her head and looked at him. She smiled bitterly and said, "They are definitely coming for me. My life is worth it anyway, it's not a loss. No matter how they find me, there is no meaning in talking about this. You can go. "
Xue Songguan still grunted.
Then she moved away, pushed open the door and walked out.
At this moment, Su Su felt a little sad.
Husband and wife were birds in the same forest, but when disaster came, they flew separately.
But she was still not his wife.
If she was, how good would that be?
Then even if she left alone, he would be willing.
Suddenly, Su Su woke up and madly rushed out of the room.
Then he saw her float away and land in the Lusheng Field, standing in front of the armored soldiers.
Su Su suddenly cried and laughed.
This young man who had been as timid as a mouse in a foreign country for more than twenty years, this young hero who had stupidly sprained his ankle in their play not long ago, was full of heroism for the first time. He leaned against the railing and yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Wife, wait for me!"
But Xue Songguan did not allow his heroism to reach the clouds for too long. She pulled off the cotton cloth wrapped around the guqin and lightly plucked a string. Su Su, who was leaning behind the beauty, immediately fainted.
Then she, who was blind, turned her head and "looked back".
She only felt some regret. Everyone said that the Qu San Ren had died.
She could not see, he could not hear.
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