This response strategy is not very clever, but it is the most correct choice at the moment.
After all, the biggest advantage here is the condescending terrain and the towering temple gate.
And facing a group of menacing thieves, the key to being able to make such a calm decision in such a short period of time is that she is a harem woman, which is impressive enough.
At least that's what Zhao Ya thinks.
He immediately shouted, "Listen to the eldest lady!"
With that said, he took the lead and rushed out of the temple gate and set up his formation.
His move made the restless guards wake up and take action one after another.
Looking at the somewhat chaotic formation, Zhao Ya couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
Like himself, most of these guards were recruited into the Song family recently. Although their individual strength is good, their teamwork skills are very poor. To put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of ragtag people.
Fortunately, Song Peiwan made a timely decision, otherwise Zhao Ya and others would probably have fought on their own.
No matter what, the guards managed to form three teams, and at the same time, Ma Ling and his men arrived.
Naturally, there is nothing to say at this time. When we meet, we just say, fight!
Zhao Ya couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief after being beaten.
I thought this was just a mob, but I didn't expect that these men in Maling were not much better.
The same chaotic formation, the same swarm of attacks.
And relying on the favorable terrain, our side actually succeeded in suppressing the opponent's first wave of attacks.
In fact, it's not surprising if you think about it carefully. No matter how powerful Qingzhuling is, they are just a group of bandits, and their subordinates are a mixed bag of all kinds.
In other words, the village owners like Rumaling are more powerful.
If even these ordinary thieves in Qingzhuling could enforce strict discipline and enforce prohibitions, they would probably have broken into the county by now.
After all, even Dayan's elite troops can't say how well-disciplined they are!
In fact, from ancient times to the present, there is only one army that can achieve strict discipline and prohibition.
Zhao Ya calmed down and while dealing with the thieves in front of him, he secretly glanced at Maling in the distance.
He did not die, but stood in the distance with a spear in hand to supervise the battle.
In total, this was the third time Zhao Ya had met Ma Ling, but Ma Ling didn't know Zhao Ya existed at all.
Even now, because Zhao Ya deliberately concealed his strength and didn't even use the meteorite sword. What he was wielding was the long sword equipped by the Song family for the guards, so Ma Ling didn't notice Zhao Ya at all.
He looked at them coldly. Even though his men were suppressed and could not move forward at all, and suffered casualties from time to time, he did not show the slightest impatience. Instead, he had a sneer on his face.
When Zhao Ya saw this, his heart couldn't help but move.
What is this guy laughing at?
Is there any other back-up plan?
The more Zhao Ya thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.
After all, since Maling dared to kidnap Song Peiwan, he couldn't give up so easily.
But what other options do they have?
Just when Zhao Ya was confused, another group of people rushed up on the mountain road, and the leader turned out to be a Taoist priest.
I saw that this Taoist priest was in his forties or fifties, with a goatee under his chin, and his triangular eyes had no compassion for a monk, but were full of ferocity.
The people following him were all holding strange instruments, which looked like large syringes.
As soon as he saw this Taoist priest, Ma Ling couldn't help but be overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward and cupped his fists.
"Brother Huo!"
"Lao Liu, is this a member of the Song family?" the Taoist said coldly.
"That's right, the woman in white standing behind the temple gate watching the battle is Song Peiwan, the biological sister of Song Linqing, the head of the Song family." Maling quickly introduced her with very respectful words.
He had to be respectful, because the visitor was Huo Tianxiao, the leader of the third village in Qingzhuling, known as the Fire Dragon Taoist.
This person not only has the cultivation of the pinnacle of the three realms, but also has the unique skill of setting fire. Once the fire he sets is contaminated by a ray, if there is no timely and effective way to deal with it, it will burn until all the bones and flesh are turned into ashes.
, can be called terrifying.
Upon hearing this, Huo Tianxiao glanced at Song Peiwan behind the temple gate, then at the stalemate on the battlefield, and couldn't help but sneer.
"You can't even deal with these people, Lao Liu, it seems that you are getting better and better!"
"That's what Third Brother taught you!" Ma Ling lowered his head and said yes, keeping his posture extremely low.
Seeing this scene, Huo Tianxiao couldn't say anything else, "Okay, let your people retreat!"
"yes!"
Then Maling whistled, and his men began to retreat in confusion.
The guards of the Song family did not pursue them. In fact, they had no strength to pursue them. Although this fight did not cause many casualties, it greatly consumed their physical strength.
At this moment, most of the guards were panting and leaning on the ground with their swords, their eyes filled with joy.
It seemed to them that the thief's sudden retreat meant that he was giving up.
But Zhao Ya didn't think so. He had already noticed Huo Tianxiao and others coming from behind, especially the strange objects held by the people behind him.
What is this stuff?
Although he couldn't hear the conversation between Huo Tianxiao and Ma Ling, Zhao Ya certainly wouldn't naively think that the things these people were holding were just for fun.
On the contrary, an ominous warning sign appeared in his heart.
At the same time, when the people from Maling retreated, Huo Tianxiao waved his hand.
"Do it!"
After giving the order, the people he brought swarmed forward. At the same time, they raised the objects in their hands, pointed them in the air, and flipped the switch.
Bah, bah, bah!
Along with the sound of jetting, streams of black water flew into the air and then fell on everyone.
Zhao Ya was shocked all over.
Because he smelled the pungent smell of oil, he immediately understood what these people wanted to do.
"Quickly retreat!"
The only thing he could do was to yell to remind everyone, and then ran into the temple gate.
As Zhao Ya ran away, he covered his head with his coat. After rushing into the temple gate, he threw away the coat stained with black oil with his backhand.
The other guards did not react as quickly as Zhao Ya.
Some people even laughed.
"It's so scary to run away with so little black oil. It's really..."
Before the next words were spoken, there was only a bang and flames shooting into the sky.
All objects contaminated by the black oil ignited into raging fire, and the flames were extremely fast and fierce.
No matter how these guards roared and rolled, they could not extinguish it at all, but instead burned more and more.
"Help...save me!" Someone crawled to the temple door in great pain and stretched out his hand to ask for help from the people inside.
The monks in the Great Buddha Temple were frightened and Song Peiwan's face was extremely solemn. No one knew how to deal with this sudden scene.
At this moment, Zhao Ya ran over with a large incense burner in his arms. When he turned it over, all the ashes inside were poured onto the person who was on fire.
The originally burning flame was extinguished by the thick ash.