Silver dragons were looming, dark clouds were pouring, and the ground was muddy. It had been two months since he had shown his face. Hong Xiguan was walking alone among the not-so-dense trees, and on the strange-looking mountains.
This barren mountain is narrow in the south and is full of barren graves. Because there are few trees in the mountain, the roots of the ridge are exposed. When pedestrians look at it from a distance, the mountain ridges look like ribs protruding from the body. From a distance, it looks like one is lying on the ground in Guangzhou.
The skinny dog in the corner of the city.
Not far away, a group of Qing troops were patrolling in full force. Every pair of eyes looked around seriously and alertly. Not far away, in the crudely arranged outpost, there were still many exhausted bodies hiding. They were working day after day.
Squatting here, waiting, my body is gradually moldy and rotten, but I am still like a longing woman whose husband is far away looking for a title, waiting for the letter that seems to never come.
In the end, what they were waiting for was a spear with a red tassel and dripping with blood, which made a clanging dragon roar.
The unusually bright silver tip spoke in the heavy rain, drawing a circle that was impervious to rain and fog. Then it pierced the throats of the two people in front of them as fast as a thunderbolt. A black shadow flew up and stepped on the two of them.
He took advantage of the situation and pulled out the gun head intact without saying any nonsense.
"Enemy attack!"
The screams from the bombing of the camp awakened the sentry, but even without shouting so loudly, the Qing soldiers who were close at hand could clearly see the appearance of the person in front of them——
A pair of eyes as cold as cold stars, and a spear as powerful as a swimming dragon. It seems that there is only this little thing left in the world that can shine, and the remaining brilliance of the sun and moon has been suppressed.
Beauty is beautiful, but it is a pity that the firewood that ignites such a bright light can only be their lives.
Five Qing soldiers roared and drew their swords, slashing at Hong Xiguan from all sides. Paralyzed by adrenaline caused by fear, they looked fearless and fearless. It was expected that Hong Xiguan would not be able to kill opponents from five directions at the same time with one move.
, as long as one person can successfully get up close, the chance of defeating the gun with a single sword will be much higher.
Hong Xiguan's eyes were like lightning. He held his left hand on the gun barrel, and used his right hand to bend the life-threatening choke gun into a strange arc. Then, the shadow of the gun splashed out a thick line of thick blood along the throats of several people with slightly different heights.
When he saw the dazzling red line, he turned around and fired back with his gun every second, knocking away a cold arrow from the dark, and continued to attack the crowd of Qing soldiers, like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.
The gun shadow is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Hong Xiguan's shots are very strange, as if he is schizophrenic and elusive. But at this time, he has understood the more advanced realm of marksmanship. There is always a way to use force to overwhelm others.
A day of exhaustion, and a day of using skill to win over people will always lead to failure. Only by keeping Baoquan's spirit quiet and peaceful can we achieve success.
This kind of understanding was something that Hong Xiguan, who was originally a powerful figure in the world, would not have had.
Compared with half a year ago in Wuyi Mountain, Hong Xiguan's marksmanship at this time was completely transformed, and his martial arts realm also advanced by leaps and bounds. During the bloody battle, he went from two people at the beginning, to five people after that, and then to ten and twenty people at the same time in the end.
, all the spear moves he used were cold and smooth, light and easy, and natural.
The root of all these changes stems from the protracted fighting in Guangzhou City - he no longer has to hide in Tibet in the name of being a prisoner of the imperial court, nor does he have to stay alive in order to hide his whereabouts.
In today's Shura hell where life and death are extremely clear and where all the grudges are far away, Hong Xiguan can finally fall in love with his own marksmanship and release the pure concentration in his bones. Just as he has always believed, learning martial arts is to survive.
His double-edged sword against cruel fate is meaningless otherwise.
This fight lasted too long. During the few moments of respite during the war, Hong Xiguan also seriously thought about why this Shura hell seemed to never end.
Thanks to this little leisure time, he was able to temporarily get rid of the millions of attacks he took on as a machine and regain his emotions and memories as a "human".
Everything started from the earth-shattering battle between Haizhushi and Haizhushi two months ago.
Pingnan King Shang Kexi used the assassination case to search the whole city to capture the rebels. He also used methods such as roping in, buying off, dividing, and commanding his own troops to surround and kill the martial arts people in the city. He was determined to subdue all the opposition voices in the city and prove that he was the one.
The true overlord of this land.
The leader of the Green Forest, Luo Yuantong, had long had his intention to rebel. He led a group of Huashan thieves to cross Chencang secretly, trying to use a trick to counterattack the general's army. In the end, he was dragged back by Shang Kexi's ambush, and fell into a bitter battle outside the city, about to lose his victory.
But at this moment, angry waves rose on the South China Sea, and a dragon and a snake seemed to rise from the vast sea, and murderous intent appeared. Then Jin Wang Li Dingguo, who was supposed to be far away in Yunnan, and the Southern Shaolin disciples who had been hiding for a long time, suddenly appeared
The appearance of the boat master appeared above the South China Sea, and he rushed towards Shang Kexi's army with overwhelming momentum!
Official Hong Xi vaguely knew that Abbot Zhishan hid in Yunnan thousands of miles away through some secret Buddhist connections, but he did not expect that the last general under Emperor Yongli would come to the battle in person, even if he was facing a target. And to say that
Who in the world can frighten these rebels the most, must be Li Dingguo, the "King of Two Knocks", who shocked the world.
Until the moment this plan happened, Hong Xiguan could not believe what he saw - even during this period, Hong Xiguan was hiding in the Pearl River Opera Boat, waiting for the opportunity, and even if his own son came to Guangzhou, he did not dare to recognize each other, just to complete Southern Shaolin.
A shocking plan.
The elite soldiers of 800 people were like sharp knives, rushing straight towards the still gratifying Chinese army. For some reason, Li Dingguo, who had lost his arm, tied the broken arm tightly with his belt and swung his sword unstoppably. Then the southern Shaolin monk soldiers also rushed to take the lead.
The head monk of the courtyard, the Sande monk, waved his Zen staff, and there was no enemy wherever he went.
After the Qing Dynasty sent people to burn down Southern Shaolin, people in the world had wondered about the forbearance of Southern Shaolin and why they didn't care about the blood feud. Only some side sects were left waving flags and shouting. But only now did everyone in the world know that Southern Shaolin was not the one who was purged.
The army was frightened, but these daring monks were planning to make the Qing court pay the price!
The war was about to break out, and Li Dingguo led his elite troops to plunge directly into Shang Kexi's throat. Even if Shang Kexi's personal soldiers bravely blocked it, it seemed that they could not completely stop the deep-seated hatred, which Shang Kexi once reveled in.
When Li Dingguo attacked Xinhui, Shang Ke was glad to know that he came from a poor family and loved the people like his own son, so he ordered the people to serve as cannon fodder, and then sent another team of masons and masons out of the city to repair the gap, thus ruining Li Dingguo's bombardment plan.
This strategy was used many times and the lives of the people were used as bargaining chips, forcing Li Dingguo to be strategically constrained at every turn.
When the two sides were closest, Li Dingguo could already see the horrified expression of Shang Kexi, who was wearing indigo armor, because their appearance meant that Wuyang had been killed, and it also meant that Shang Kexi was ambush and arranged in the secret passage.
The elite soldiers who are too late to appear will completely disappear from this world!
But at the critical moment when the two armies were fighting, Li Dingguo's surging troops subsided like a flood, so much so that Shang Kexi pulled his bodyguard and asked three times, "Is my head here?" before he dared to tremble and pick off the indigo.
He stood up and wiped the cold sweat from his head.
But the next moment, Shang Kexi let out the most piercing scream in his life, and the corners of his mouth suddenly split open, filled with dark and dirty blood.
Stimulated by the great terror between life and death, he suddenly figured out why Li Dingguo had let him go despite his feint attack - not far away, the troops carrying the banner of "General Zhennan of the Ming Dynasty" were turning around and marching forward, conquering the area.
The useless city gate of Guangzhou swaggers into the fortified city that Li Dingguo once thought about but failed to capture!
Li Dingguo is worthy of being a master of military art. He put down the enemy in front of him in order to save his troops and seize Guangzhou and change the unfavorable situation of his own army. In this way, the original Pingnan King Shang Kexi became a bereaved dog, and the rebels who were on an expedition occupied Guangzhou.
City, the two sides exchanged offensive and defensive positions, and launched a protracted battle for this purpose.
It stands to reason that it is impossible for Jin King Li Dingguo's remnant division to defend the huge city of Guangzhou. As long as it takes time for reinforcements from the Qing army to attack, it will inevitably return to a situation where the enemy is outnumbered, but at this time
, the effect of the ambush by Luo Yuantong and Abbot Zhishan was revealed!
Luo Yuantong had held the Huashan bandits in his hands for decades. The ten prefectures of Guangzhou had their own green forest heroes who bowed their heads and obeyed orders. The villagers fought bravely to be the first. Luo Yuantong personally came forward to subdue the gentry and wealthy merchants in the city, making them contribute money and effort without daring to violate. Finally, in
With the addition of these effective forces, Li Dingguo instantly had a rebel army under his command who was familiar with the terrain and climate and was good at fighting.
On the other hand, Southern Shaolin has been in the southeast for hundreds of years and has a deep and solid foundation. It has disciples spread across several provinces and has not been destroyed by the fire in Qingting. At this time, all the people present are top-notch martial arts masters, and there are dozens of people standing behind it.
Thousands of Jianghu forces, as the battle of Guangzhou began, countless anti-Qing forces in Southern Shaolin, which had been suppressed and silent for a long time, gathered in Guangzhou without hesitation, which shocked half of the Jianghu.
The combined effect of the two made the city of Guangzhou, which should have been noisy, as quiet as if it was unconscious. Only occasionally, when no one was around at night, could one hear some trembling cries.
But in the wind and rain in the southeastern half of the country, these subtle sounds have long been inaudible. Instead, a familiar voice has grown from weak to strong, and may sound throughout the world at any time.
Song Xiance, who has returned to power, once stirred up the world in his early years, and now his plan is even more shocking. He actually asked Princess Changping to carry Chongzhen's edict to the world. Under the promotion of many forces with ulterior motives, it has turned into a time bomb.
Anyone who is dissatisfied with the Qing court may raise his flag and rebel at any time.
Shang Kexi desperately waved the flag and gathered the Qing army. At this time, they could only guard the important roads outside Guangzhou City, trying to cut off the connections between the rebels and external forces, and then gathered forces to counterattack Guangzhou. Li Dingguo also gathered his soldiers to consolidate
The city is heavily armed every day, and it seems that Monk Kexi is preparing to fight to the death.
The two months of fighting inside and outside the city gradually turned into a silent battlefield dominated by Jianghu people. Sometimes Hong Xiguan and others went out of the city to attack Qing soldiers, and sometimes Shang Kexi's masters attacked the city sentry.
You come and go in the Qiao Tower and the box shop, but they all maintain an incredible sense of restraint and forbearance.
Li Dingguo and Hong Xiguan explained that Shang Kexi was waiting for the Qing court to send reinforcements from Guangdong and Guangxi, because his own troops were now severely damaged. If the losses continued, even if he could regain Guangzhou, he would only be able to withdraw from the vassal and retire.
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But Li Dingguo speculated that even if the Qing court knew the importance of Guangzhou, it would not send troops to rescue it so easily.
Because the heavy troops in the south are now divided into two places. Wu Sangui, who defeated himself last year, is about to divide his troops to encircle and suppress the thirteen Kuidong families. The Eight Banners army gathered in Zhangzhou and Quanzhou to prepare for a decisive battle with Zheng Chenggong who is entrenched in Xiamen. The Qing government risked
However, withdrawing troops and returning reinforcements will only leave the rear defense empty, shake the morale of the troops, leave opportunities for the enemy to take advantage of, and more likely expose the weakness of the Qing court in the south.
Once the lions and tigers bleed, they will attract jackals and wolves. At this time, the Qing court seems to have a large army gathered in Fujian and Sichuan, but in fact it is also cut and surrounded by Wu Sangui, Geng Jingzhong, and Shang Kexi. Even if the Qing court has to pay a price,
At this time, you will never choose to leave your back to others before the strategic goals are achieved.
Based on this conclusion, Li Dingguo further speculated that Shang Kexi, the old fox, was also waiting. He knew that he had caused a huge disaster and that the crime of sinking the city and losing the land was unforgivable. However, if the Qing army's offensive in the south was unfavorable, it would inevitably need to be used with equal emphasis.
With him as the "King of Pingnan", the situation is now further deteriorating. He who is holding troops and watching from the sidelines may not be able to wait for reinforcements and Wolong has room to make a comeback.
Li Dingguo dismissed this, and was glad that he could wait in hibernation. Of course, he himself was also waiting for the decisive power to appear. He came with the determination to die. Now even if he dies in this city of Guangzhou, there will be no trace of his death.
Pity.
Recalling this point, Hong Xiguan still remembered what Jin King Li Dingguo said at that time, and said with a wry smile that he could not have imagined that Zheng Chenggong would not show up this time, and he would be of much greater help to Li than last time.
Official Hong Xi knew that what Li Dingguo was referring to was his eastward march to Guangzhou eight years ago, and Zheng Chenggong's delay in patrolling and missing a fighter plane. At this time, everyone in the Red Flower Club headed by Chen Jialuo laughed very awkwardly...
In the midst of his thoughts, Hong Xiguan had already picked out the last Qing soldier. As the tip of the gun was pulled out from the wound that penetrated the inside and outside, the gurgling blood mixed with the rain and soil, completely integrating into this absurd and beautiful world.
, Shougouling, an important transportation thoroughfare and military fortress in eastern Guangzhou, once again returned to the hands of the rebels.
"The stronghold on Shougou Ridge has been pulled out. I hope that news from the outside can come in as soon as possible..."
Hong Xiguan said silently, hoping in his heart that outside information could break the deadlock, and he even hoped that the deadlock would turn to his side. After all, the last group of outsiders who arrived were the disciples of the Wuhu Clan led by Feng Tiannan.
He also put a lot of pressure on the rebels, and almost broke through the small village where Hongdou, Wen Ding and others were hiding while he was out. Fortunately, the middle-aged knight who had been there for many days had unfathomable swordsmanship and martial arts and was able to break through it out of thin air.
crisis situation.
It's a pity that such a top master only took action once. No matter how sincerely Li Dingguo invited him, he still returned to his original calm appearance, saying that he was just waiting for an old friend here.
But looking at the way he holds his sword, he doesn't look like he's waiting for an old friend at all, but more like a fisherman on a smoke wave. He holds an umbrella just to cover himself a few feet away. In his remaining free time, he just wants to wait for the dangerous golden scales at the bottom of the pool to jump out of the water.
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Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Hong Xiguan began to calm down and prepare to evacuate the place before Shang Kexi's masters arrived, and went back to meet Hongdou and others. However, his accidental sight was suddenly attracted by the baggage hanging on the wall of the outpost.
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There was just a very ordinary baggage hanging on the wall.
Just like the grain and grass flour cakes spread on the table by the Qing soldiers, they were made of a kind of homespun peasant cloth. If worn on the body, it would be unbearably itchy. It must have been "requisitioned and transported" by the Qing army, and it was hung here not long ago.
But Hong Xiguan felt it was very strange, because the rough patterns and holes on the baggage were like eyes scattered in the starry sky, staring at him, and he could feel the obvious spying on him.
People feel uncomfortable all over.
Hong Xiguan frowned slightly, picked up the baggage from a distance, and tore it apart with just a moment's movement. Following the sound of bottles and jars in the baggage being smashed to the ground, a letter slipped out of the cracks of the baggage without any warning.
It fell out, and a huge word "Hong" was written boldly on the cover with a red pen!
Hong Xiguan was shocked. He would not think that this was a miraculous coincidence, because when such a coincidence happened in front of him, it meant that he had encountered some kind of power that was so deliberate that it hid even the horns and hairs in the clouds and mist.
, appeared quietly in front of him.
Soon, this mysterious letter was quickly delivered to Guangzhou City by Official Hong Xi, in an ordinary-looking mansion. At this time, several leaders of the rebels in the city had gathered here before Official Hong Xi for some unknown reason.
Only Li Dingguo was missing.
At this time, three people had gathered in the hall, including Luo Yuantong, Song Xiance, Monk Sande, and Official Hong Xi. These four people were now looking at each other, holding envelopes with their surnames written in the same handwriting and the same appearance.
The same baggage cloth sample remains in the letter.
"Xiguan, you also..."
Monk San De's lay name is Liu, so the envelope in his hand has a big golden sword written on it. It seems that he did not expect that the last one to come would be this lay disciple of Southern Shaolin.
"Senior Brother Sande."
Hong Xiguan always kept his expression outward. Even though his heart was turned upside down, he was still as cold as frost. He then recounted the story of how he got the letter, which attracted slight nods from the other three people, which obviously seemed to be different from his own story.
But the attitudes of the four people at this moment were different.
Song Xiance frowned, a little dizzy from overthinking; Monk Sande was mixed with joy and sorrow, and kept reciting the Buddha's name; Official Hong Xi remained silent, clutching the letter in his hand; only Luo Yuantong looked happy, seeming to be looking at something.
thing.
"In my old opinion, it is better for us to read the contents of the letters to each other and refer to the similarities and differences. I don't believe that the person who sent the letters spent so much energy just to say something irrelevant."
Song Xiance, the thin-faced elder, looked at the other three people with a sympathetic smile. Seeing that they were silent and did not agree with each other, he opened the letter in his hand without saying a word, and couldn't help but read a ridiculous story.
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"Ahem, the story in the letter happened in a place called Xuji Feilai Temple..."