"I'm so unlucky. Others don't blow up, but they blow up me. Huh! It's all that damn Wei Xiaobao. The next time I see him, I have to castrate him. Oh, no, he is a eunuch..."
Shui Sheng complained in his mouth. He had been silent in the past few days because of the disfigurement. Now the knot in his heart was slightly relieved and he returned to his previous appearance.
Murong Fu also gradually felt relieved, but he still glared at her angrily, "Humph, the young master is not here, so you turn a deaf ear to the young master's words. Tell me, how should the young master punish you!"
Shui Sheng pouted and muttered in a low voice: "I don't want the Shenlong Island you just acquired to be destroyed..."
"Okay, you can have a good rest on Shenlong Island. We will wait for the young master to retreat to the Qing army!" Murong Fu didn't really care about her. As soon as the conversation changed, he was about to say goodbye and leave.
"I know! You...be careful." Shui Sheng said a word of concern with a hint of coyness, then lay back on the bed with a red face, and wrapped his face with gauze.
It seems that Shui Sheng will not show his true face for a while. Murong Fu thought with pity in his heart and left immediately.
Murong Fu came to the square where soldiers were training on Shenlong Island. It was said to be a square, but in fact it was just a larger beach. The surviving disciples of the Shenlong Sect, including the young adults on the island, all gathered together. Murong Fu counted a little and found that there were only two thousand people.
Less than.
Alas, Shenlong Island was seriously damaged. Murong Fu felt slightly distressed. After all, when he arrived on the island, there were more than 3,000 disciples of the Shenlong Sect, not counting those who were not official disciples of the Shenlong Sect.
Young and strong, more than half has been lost now. After this battle, I don’t know how much will be left.
Suddenly, he felt like a chicken was flying, but the matter was already at this point. It was useless to think about it. Murong Fu calmed down his emotions, slowly glanced at the disciples of the Shenlong Sect, and said: "Who am I? Maybe most of you don't know.
But that’s not important, you just need to tell me, what should I do if others are bullying me at the doorstep?”
The sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears very clearly, and there seemed to be a magic power in the sound. Everyone who heard it felt their blood surge in unconsciously, and their mood was uplifted. They shouted in unison: "
Kill! Kill! Kill!”
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Okay, you are all bloody men. If someone comes to knock on your door, you will naturally fight back. I hereby promise that the more Qing troops you kill in this battle, the more you will gain after the war."
The more gold, silver and jewelry you have, you don’t have to worry even if you die in battle, double the amount of gold, silver and jewelry will be sent to your homes!”
After hearing this, everyone was even more excited, staring at Murong Fu with burning eyes, holding the weapon tightly in their hands, looking eager to try.
Xu Xueting and others all looked at Murong Fu with their mouths agape. The disciples of the Shenlong Sect had been bombarded by the Shenwu artillery in the past few days, and their morale was extremely low. They did not expect that Murong Fu's few words could actually boost the morale of the disciples. He himself
Why didn't others think of this?
Seeing that his morale had reached its peak, Murong Fu waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"
All the disciples immediately dispersed, and each relied on Qinggong and body skills to quickly approach the boat on the shore.
Murong Fu smiled bitterly. After all, they were an untrained army. Fortunately, most of these people were proficient in water skills, so they would not suffer any losses in a sea battle.
"You should also prepare separately. After we set off and burn incense, you will complete your respective tasks at the same time." Murong Fu glanced at Yuan Chengzhi and Wang Biao, gave an order, and took the leader of the Five Dragon Hall to follow the Shenlong Sect.
The disciples boarded the boat and left.
Half an hour later, the Shenlong Cult fleet had sailed more than ten miles away from Shenlong Island, and was only two or three miles away from the Qing army. From a distance, one could see the Qing's giant ship and hundreds of small boats densely packed around it.
On the boat at the front of the fleet, the leader of the Wulong Hall who was standing next to Murong Fu suddenly felt his scalp numb. This was not a war at all. It was clearly just an egg hitting a stone. For a moment, he regretted not trying his best to dissuade Murong Fu.
Xu Xueting glanced at Murong Fu and said hesitantly: "Master, how do you think this... should be fought?"
Murong Fu looked at him in astonishment: "Fight whatever you want, let's just rush over with all our strength!"
"The bows and crossbows of the Qing army are not ordinary. If they rush over like this, wouldn't they be hitting the rocks with eggs and completely burying the disciples of Shenlong Sect?" Zhong Zhiling blurted out the words in his heart when he was anxious.
Murong Fu shook his head, "Don't worry about the crossbows. The reason why I arranged the fleet into a pointed cone shape and put the most skilled disciples on the outermost layer was because of this consideration. I thought it would be okay
Reduce casualties to a minimum."
"As long as we can hold on for a while and a half, we have already rushed to the Qing army's camp, and the bows and crossbows will be useless. Each disciple kills people and seizes ships, and fights on his own!"
Murong Fu slowly explained his plan to the leader of Wulong Hall.
Although Xu Xueting and others felt that Murong Fu's arrangement made sense, they still did not think that the Shenlong Sect had any chance of winning. After all, even if the opponent did not use bows and crossbows, their numbers were there.
Murong Fu guessed everyone's thoughts at a glance and sneered slightly, "Don't worry, the Qing army in front will not exceed five thousand people. The existing disciples of Shenlong Island are all the best among the best. There will be no problem if one can defeat two.
Bar!"
"How did the young master know?" Xu Xueting looked happy, but still asked a little suspiciously.
"Did I tell you that this army was originally led by me?" Murong Fu muttered to himself and kept silent.
Of course Murong Fu was not just talking nonsense. The total Qing army came only 15,000, with three to four thousand on each side of the east and west. There were also 2,000 on the nameless island, and the ones on the north were only five or six thousand at most.
Seeing that Murong Fu had no intention of explaining, Xu Xueting looked sarcastic and stopped asking further questions.
As they got closer and closer to the Qing army, the atmosphere gradually solidified, and even the salty sea breeze became a little stagnant. Murong Fu suddenly shouted: "Send the order, speed up!"
The Qing army seemed to be caught off guard. They only discovered it when the Shenlong Cult fleet arrived about a mile ahead, and hurriedly blew the horn and sent a signal.
After a burst of miscellaneous roars, the Qing army finally picked up their bows and arrows, and as soon as the sky was full of arrows, they shot towards the people of the Shenlong Sect.
Xu Xueting and others couldn't help but tremble with fear. It was very difficult for him and others to resist such a dense rain of arrows. No matter how skilled those disciples were, it was of no use.
Murong Fu's face turned gloomy, his sleeves and robes were billowing, and the green and red color of his hands shrunk in his sleeves flashed past, and then his palms flew up, and in an instant, he shot dozens of palms in succession, and the shadows of countless palms were irregular.
It can be said that the volley was shot in a virtual place.
But I saw that most of the countless arrows in the sky suddenly changed direction and flew back. (To be continued)