After the Red Lotus Rebellion was suppressed, it was impossible for any Jianghu force to be able to mobilize thousands of cavalry in the Song Dynasty.
No matter how strong one's personal force is, he cannot stop the organized cavalry from charging in groups.
No matter how superstitious or fanatical the elites of the Red Lotus Sect who followed Ye Qinglian and the middle-aged shrew were, they knew that their side was powerless. Immediately, more than two-thirds of them dispersed without any sound!
How could the remaining 60 or so people be able to attack the formation composed of veterans of the Zhenrong Army? On the contrary, Wu Er seized the opportunity and pushed back, and in the blink of an eye, half of them fell again.
"Holy aunt, holy maiden, get on the boat, keep the green hills, don't worry about running out of firewood!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader of the Red Lotus Sect on the official boat quickly led the men around him and shouted at the top of their lungs.
Immediately, he forced the boatman to operate the wooden oar and brought the official boat closer to the river bank. At the same time, he organized his men to fire their bows and arrows to cover Ye Qinglian and the remaining troops boarding the boat to escape.
"Master, take everyone on board first, and I will break up the rear!" Ye Qinglian, the red lotus saint, also knew that continuing to persist would only cause more casualties to her side. She gritted her teeth, raised her sword and shouted, "Let's fight and retreat."
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"Okay, let's settle this account with Han later!" The beautiful middle-aged woman responded simply, agreed, turned around and left.
The last thirty elite members of the Red Lotus Sect beside her also stepped forward to follow, quickly retreating into the protective range of the archers on the official ship before the veterans of the Suppression Army launched a large-scale counterattack.
The official ship had three floors, with the topmost one being far above the river bank. The Red Lotus Archers on the official ship stood on the top floor and commanded a commanding view. For a moment, the veterans of the Zhenrong Army were unable to get too close to the river bank.
However, because the Jian Bridge had been blown up previously, the remnants of the Red Lotus Sect, which had retreated within the protection range of bows and arrows, could not board the official ship until it was completely affixed to the river bank. They could only wait anxiously, with their backs to the Yellow River,
Stand with weapons in hand.
Just when the two sides were afraid of each other and were in a stalemate, a carriage suddenly rushed straight to the river bank with arrows falling in mid-air. At the open entrance of the carriage, Dou Sha stood on a huge wooden box with one foot and a torch in his hand.
Extraordinarily eye-catching.
"Get out of the way if you don't want to die!" Before anyone could see clearly what he wanted to do, a loud roar came out of his mouth. Then, he used the torch in his hand to pull a thick rope off the wooden box.
He ignited it, and then kicked the wooden box off the carriage.
This time, it stirred a hornet's nest. The remnants of the Red Lotus Sect, who had just suffered a big loss on the wooden box, screamed and fled in all directions. No one dared to stay on the bank to wait for death. The officials who were trying to get closer to the river bank
The boat also stopped moving for an instant, and then, with its oars and pennies down, it tried to move away at a faster speed.
However, what almost everyone did not expect was that the huge wooden box did not turn into a ball of flames. Instead, it rolled on the river beach and opened wide. Inside the box, there was nothing.
One thing.
"Hahaha, I'm scaring you to death!" Dou Sha succeeded in his plan and leaned half out of the carriage, laughing loudly.
"Kill those two bitches, don't let them escape!" Dutou Wuer and others were stunned, and immediately made the correct response, commanding the veterans of the Suppression Army to launch a final charge against the remnants of the Red Lotus Sect.
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The official ship left the river bank, and it would take at least half a stick of incense to return. However, the cavalry, which was still some distance away from the river bank before, was now very close.
The remnants of the Red Lotus Sect on the river bank could no longer organize effective resistance. They took steps forward one by one and fled in all directions, not paying attention to each other before.
"Little thief, I'll kill you first!" The middle-aged shrew finally understood that Dou Sha only used an empty box to destroy the last fighting spirit of her side. She was so angry that her eyes were on fire, she cursed and raised the broad blade.
The scimitar went straight to the carriage.
She thought that with her martial arts skills, she could kill the young man in the carriage to vent her anger before the cavalry encircled her. Unexpectedly, before she could rush to the carriage, a spear was already coming towards her.
"Old woman, don't bully the children!" Han Qing knew clearly that the other party should be Yu Bolian, the holy aunt of the Red Lotus Sect, but Han Qing refused to call her by name, shouted and stepped forward to meet her, then stabbed her in the chest.
The middle-aged shrew was immediately furious. She gave up chasing Dou Sha, raised her knife and drew her rifle. Then, she took a step to close the distance between herself and Han Qing, raised her knife and chopped.
Han Qing silently stepped forward to get out of the way of the blade. Then the gun blade stabbed at an angle and went straight to the shrew's ribs.
The shrew's impression of Han Qing was still a few days ago. Unexpectedly, after the fusion of his souls, his martial arts improved by leaps and bounds. When he discovered that the spear tip was stabbed, he raised the blade of the knife and pushed horizontally.
"Crack!" The blade of the knife collided with the head of the gun, causing a string of sparks to fly. Han Qing followed and took half a step forward. Without even looking, he twisted his body and delivered another spinning stab.
"Bang!" The middle-aged shrew was forced to wave the knife to deflect the gun, and at the same time quickened her pace, trying to close the distance between the two parties and launch a counterattack. However, Han Qing refused to give her any chance. She suddenly stepped sideways.
He took a big step, turned his spear into a big stick, and made another sweeping strike.
"Bang!" The middle-aged shrew had to raise her blade to block the sweeping gun barrel, but her arm was sore and numb from the shock. Before she could catch her breath, Han Qing's spear arrived again, and this time, it was...
It started from top to bottom, and suddenly a mountain of tai came to the top.
"Bang!" The middle-aged shrew hurriedly raised her knife to block the spear, but the blade was knocked out of her hands. She staggered back a few steps, her face instantly turned red and purple, turned around, and fled in a hurry.
"Where to run!" Han Qing's two souls merged into one, and there was no delay in his attack. He took a big step to catch up, and stabbed the shrew in the back of the heart with a gun.
Just as he was about to give the other party a chill, an angry shout suddenly came from mid-air, "Death to the man named Han!", followed immediately by a pair of blue darts whizzing towards him.
"Yeah!" There was a muffled groan in his mouth, and he had to stop and bend down to avoid the poisonous dart. Before he could raise his head again, the cold wind was blowing in his ears, but an arrow from his sleeve was flying close to his scalp.
It passed by and sank deeply into the ground not far away.
"Judge, be careful!" Zhang Fan and Wang Wu were anxious and rushed forward with their shields, firmly protecting Han Qing's body.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Qinglian helped Yu Bolian, who was vomiting blood, and ran away.
"Leave me alone, catch these two women and avoid future troubles forever!" Han Qing pushed away the shield in front of him and chased them with a gun while shouting a reminder to Zhe Weizhong who was coming on horseback.
The latter raised his brows, quickly turned his mount, and with seven or eight of his followers, they bit Ye Qinglian's figure and chased after him.
No matter how fast a person runs, he cannot run faster than a war horse. In just seven or eight breaths, Ye Qinglian has been overtaken by Zhe Weizhong. Seeing that she and the middle-aged beautiful woman are about to die at the hands of Zhe Weizhong.
Under the gun, in mid-air, another shrill whistle suddenly sounded, "Zhi——"
A blazing horn with fiery red tail feathers flew through the air and hit the neck of Wei Zhong's mount in the middle.
