Martial arts similar to the "Soul-Transferring Technique" may sound very evil, but in fact they are very useless. It requires the practitioner to have pure internal energy, and the internal energy of the person being performed cannot be much higher than the person who performed the technique, otherwise It may be ineffective at best, or may cause backlash to the person who performs the technique.
Murong Fu glanced at Monk Chenjing lying on the ground and sighed: "It seems that the old monk at Chengtian Temple is very wary of me, 'Xiao Feng'. It is estimated that the old monk will send people to the Central Plains to inquire. Senior brother, what should I do?"
Su Xinghe smiled and said: "What's so difficult about this? Just ask Quan Guanqing to do this little thing. If he can't even do this little thing well, he will lose the many benefits you gave him, junior brother, and just let him do it." He was tortured to death by the talisman of life and death."
Murong Fu nodded and said, "I think so too. In this case, let Gong Yeqian bring a message to Quan Guanqing. Don't make it too obvious. It just needs to be true and false so that the old monk can't judge. Anyway. Now the real Xiao Feng is living in seclusion in the countryside of Gusu, and no one knows his whereabouts except you and me. Only the old monk knows that I call myself Xiao Feng, and I will not publicize it in a big way."
Su Xinghe felt slightly surprised and said: "Is this happening?"
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Of course it is. Although the old monk doubts my identity, he can't prove that I am lying. After all, my Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are indeed not fake at all. And from the outside, I don't have any Do anything detrimental to Xixia. And there are many masters like me with unknown origins in Yipintang. Why would the old monk completely break up with me and force me, the 'leader of the Beggar Clan', to leave?"
"Xi Xia and the Song Dynasty have been victorious and defeated on the battlefield in recent years. Among them, the disciples of the Beggar Clan have contributed a lot to the Song Dynasty. If they can get the help of me, the 'Leader of the Beggar Clan', they will definitely win in the future battle between Song and Xia. One more chance of winning. Therefore, there will be no less secret explorations in the future, but on the surface, the old monk will still pretend to know nothing."
Su Xinghe said: "True and false, false and true."
Murong Fu sighed: "After all, Xixia is a bitter cold land in the north of the Great Wall. If it were not for my family Yuyan's dowry, who is in power in Xixia would have anything to do with me? Alas!"
The next day, Chengtian Temple.
After listening to the disciple's story, the monk Yuan Gen just sighed and asked the disciple to go down. He gently twisted the beads with an experienced hand and thought in his heart.
At this time, in a camp thirty miles away from Chengtian Temple.
It is said to be a camp, but in fact it is better to say that it is a collection of dilapidated tents and cave dwellings on loess, without even a decent fence.
Within a radius of five miles, the messy tents looked like patches on Bai Na's clothes. And within a few square miles, more than 50,000 people gathered!
It's simply a huge ant nest.
However, judging from the so-called soldiers who appear in twos and threes in the camp, it is not an exaggeration to say it is a refugee camp.
In the bleak cold wind, many people were still wearing thin single clothes, and their faces turned blue from the cold wind. Only a few people were wearing shabby cotton jackets.
Not many people were wearing armor. Looking around, not one person among a hundred people might be wearing even a piece of light armor. Even if there was armor, it was the type of infantry armor made by the Song Army.
The proportion of young adults is very small, less than 30%. There are more elderly people and children who look to be in their teens at most, and there are also many women wearing shabby clothes.
All signs indicate that this is a team of miscellaneous fish.
No one cares about their life or death because they are captive troops.
The Mongolians' so-called tactics of taking prisoners of war to lead the army were not their own. Li Yuanhao had already done this before. At the beginning of the founding of the country, Yuanhao, in order to make up for the insufficient number of Xixia troops, captured Tibetans in previous wars.
The Khitan, Uighur, and Han captives were organized into a military force, named Chuang Gongzi.
Just by hearing the name, you know that it is a consumable item that is pushed out to die.
In order to prevent this army and horses from rebelling or rioting, Xixia chose to place this army and horses next to Xingqing Mansion, and stationed more than a thousand soldiers and horses in the four directions of southeast and northwest as surveillance.
It sounds a bit unreliable to use four to five thousand people to guard tens of thousands of people. But you must know that the thousands of people responsible for guarding are elite soldiers with full armor. But the young master who is being watched has almost no armor.
What's even more amazing is that I don't know if Li Yuanhao was inspired by Ma Su when he chose the camp. The four to five thousand people responsible for surveillance just happened to surround the tens of thousands of people on a mound and control the water source.
There are tens of thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled people who serve as cannon fodder, and their daily access to water is restricted. What's more, this is still the hinterland of Xia Kingdom. If they choose to rebel, they may feel that they will not die quickly enough.
The old and weak man in ragged clothes lay lazily on his side on the ground, trying to regain some heat in the setting sun of winter. His gray eyes reflected the gray sky above the camp.
However, at this moment, the movement that happened before the camp brought a change to this stagnant camp.
Several large vehicles covered with curtains were loaded with things and drove towards the camp where the young man was. The leading coachman waved his whip and tried hard to drive the carriage, trying to make the convoy go faster. The convoy was babbling all the way.
I drove to a place far away from the camp and was stopped.
"Stop, who is it? What is in the car?"
A short, dark-faced officer led a small group of soldiers to stop the convoy.
The driver got out of the car and said with a smile: "To tell you, Master, the car is loaded with some beef, mutton and grain. It was sent to Prince Chuang's camp on the order of the front secretary."
The black-faced officer frowned and said: "Give it to those Kuhaha? Or is it the order of the front commander? Why don't I know? There can't be something fishy in it, right?"
As he spoke, he unceremoniously pulled out his knife and used the tip of the knife to open a curtain. What he saw was piles of meat. He also used the knife to push aside another cart, and there were sacks on it.
The total weight of ten large vehicles is at least tens of thousands of pounds.
The black-faced officer's nose twitched, his eyes narrowed, and then he put on a ferocious expression: "You're such a scumbag. You actually gave such good food and supplies to these enemy prisoners? Do you want to rebel?"
When the coachman heard this, he panicked and protested repeatedly.
The black-faced officer smiled and said: "Our battalion brothers are here guarding these prisoners in the freezing cold. It's very hard. Let's take these few carts of grain and grass back to the camp and give them teeth as a sacrifice!"
The driver stopped in front of the grain and forage cart without even shouting, preventing a few Xixia soldiers from getting their hands on it.
The black-faced officer was furious and cursed: "Damn, you're so shameless! I'll chop you up!"
As he said that, the waist knife in his hand slashed at the coachman with a large blade light, scaring the coachman so much that he sat down on the ground.
Seeing that the coachman was about to bleed in the next moment, a small object flew out from the last carriage and hit the officer's knife with a "dang" sound. The force was so strong that the officer's entire arm was numb.
The waist knife was immediately released.
"Kill him and fill it with your head."
A hoarse voice said calmly.
In the eyes of the black-faced officer as if he had seen a ghost, a tall general wearing heavy armor slowly got off the carriage. The armor on his body was so exquisite that it looked like a high-end custom-made general's armor, which was even more frightening.
, it was that man’s lifeless face like a zombie, and his eyes as cold as cold stars.