All the 800 heavy armored soldiers of the Qin State were killed, Bai Feng was seriously injured, an unknown number of unparalleled parts of the mechanism were lost, and Wei Zhuang's injuries could not be confirmed. This was the result of the Mohist family's victory.
As for the Mohists, their losses were also considerable.
There were a total of fifty-eight Mohist disciples ambushing Wei Zhuang on the road leading to Mo He's secret room. Only twenty-three of them were taken as hostages, and the rest all died.
Under the leadership of Gong Shuqiu, all the agencies on that road were dismantled, becoming the biggest weakness of the Mohist government city at present.
"That's all there is to lose."
Master Ban was not worried but overjoyed when he heard such a report. It was not that he was cold-blooded, but compared to the previous menacing attack of the Qin army, and compared to the rogue Qianye who gathered and dispersed quicksand to wipe out all the Mohist disciples, the losses of the Mohist family now
There are really very few.
He looked at the man in the center of the hall. The man looked at him with a smile, which shocked him. He didn't dare to look at him and lowered his head.
"See the giant!"
The Mohist disciples coming and going were still busy collecting the bodies of the dead Mohist disciples and repairing the damaged institutions.
Every Mohist disciple who passed by Tang Xuanming saluted respectfully. When the curtain had just ended, Big Hammer still walked forward and apologized to Tang Xuanming.
"Before, I, a big old man, was too arrogant and could not understand the wisdom of the giants, so I can no longer accompany the giants here."
Sledgehammer thought about it several times in his mind before saying this, otherwise he would not have said such elegant words.
While speaking, this rough man blushed a little and awkwardly scratched the back of his head with his right hand, appearing a little uncomfortable.
Tang Xuanming calmly accepted his apology, but in his heart, his evaluation of this rough and arrogant man secretly improved.
Being able to command a large army in the Yan State, and single-handedly lead three thousand troops to resist the attack of tens of thousands of Qin troops, fighting to the death and fighting to the last man, naturally has extraordinary charm, otherwise he would not have let so many of the Yan State's children die.
In the world of martial arts, this figure with a big hammer seems out of place. He does not have the elegance of a swordsman, nor the evil temperament of a Thief Saint.
But in the Mohist government city, it was this rough and tyrannical figure who was the least talkative who had the greatest advantage in resisting the Qin State.
Tang Xuanming looked at Gao Jianli, Xue Nu, and Master Ban out of the corner of his eyes, and sighed secretly in his heart.
Two musicians and one master of mechanics are completely unreliable when they actually kill the enemy on the battlefield.
They are more suitable to leave their legends in the world.
Xu Fuzi and Duan Murong were directly ignored by Tang Xuanming. One had unparalleled sword-making skills and the other had unparalleled medical skills. However, if he really wanted to rebel against Qin, these were far from enough.
The victory or defeat between countries cannot be changed by one or two peerless swords or one or two masters of Chinese medicine.
"Let's settle the children of the Mo family first, and then we can discuss the next thing after we finish dealing with the affairs of the government city."
"Yes, giant!"
This time, the leaders of the Mohist family were convinced, and no one was unconvinced.
Da Tiezhui and Gao Jianli had already communicated in private. Tang Xue Xuanming used extremely plain words to point out the weaknesses of Guan Wushuang and Gao Jianli, Feng Xiaoxiaoxi and Yi Shuihan, which simply shocked them.
"It is indeed extremely extraordinary for a giant to lead the Mohist family. Just based on his comments on the masters of hundreds of schools of thought in the world, he has already lived up to his reputation."
Sledgehammer was full of admiration. His duel with the mechanism Wushuang seemed to others to be a crushing victory, but only he knew that even his most powerful skill, Mjolnir, could not damage that one mechanism.
If no one had warned him, death would have been his only option at that time.
"It is indeed beyond expectations. Our new giant's knowledge and foreboding are rare in the world. If it weren't for the thin internal energy in his body and the fact that he has obviously practiced martial arts for a short time, I would have thought he was a hidden peerless master."
Gao Jianli squinted his eyes and looked at the giant who was still standing in the central hall. This ordinary-looking Mohist giant still had an expressionless face, and he still looked ordinary in his coarse clothes, but he seemed to have an extra layer of mystery in their eyes.
The halo is difficult to see through and the root cause is unknown.
"I didn't expect that the victory of the two of you was actually due to the advice of the giant. Is there really a god..."
Master Ben said something incomprehensible. As he went to the back, his voice became lower and lower, and in the end only he could hear it.
"have what?"
Everyone present was a martial arts master with sharp ears and eyes. Except for Master Xu, who didn't know what the group of people were asking, they all heard Master Ban's murmur.
"Nothing, nothing."
Master Ban waved his hand. He had always been under heavy pressure. He felt that the Mo family had no successors and could not continue to reproduce. He felt so relaxed all of a sudden. He seemed to look much younger.
He hunched over and raised his head to look at the familiar Mohist city, stroking the city built by generations of carpenter disciples, with a cheerful smile on his lips.
Touching the mechanism arm on his left hand, it was the same special mechanism disease as Gong Suqiu. Perhaps only he and Gong Suqiu had it in the whole world.
"That's good too..."
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Sitting cross-legged in the central hall of the Mohist family, after being cleaned by Mohist disciples one after another, the smell of blood is no longer so strong, but for Tang Xuanming, who has practiced the Mohist breathing method, there is still a vague smell.
The smell of blood lingered in his nose, lingering.
These are small things, he doesn't care.
"Hundred-step flying sword! Shark teeth!"
He was constantly recalling the battle between Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang in his mind, trying to engrav it completely in his heart.
This is a supreme martial arts manual, and it is also movable. It is more effective than anyone else's explanation.
He didn't know how long he thought about it, but in the end, all Tang Xuanming could see was the red shark teeth and the rainbow like a stream of autumn water. A sudden sound woke him up.
"Big brother, Commander Zhizhi is back, and the figures from hundreds of schools of thought... and the giants from the previous generation are also back."
The Mohist disciples who came to report paused for a moment, not knowing how to call Yan Dan, the former Mohist giant. After hesitation, they still called him the giant of the previous generation.
"Are you back? Well, I understand."
Tang Xuanming opened his tightly closed eyes, and in an instant, a strong sword intention bloomed and disappeared in a flash.
The ordinary Mohist disciple didn't feel anything and respectfully withdrew.
"Haha, I heard that Juzi has wiped out the Qin army and Wei Zhuang has been repelled. Juzi is really powerful."
Robber Zhi's voice is always a little frivolous and lacks a trace of righteousness, but this voice makes people like it more.
The people and the voices arrived almost at the same time, and it was impossible to tell the order.
Before the voice could even finish, the bandit with a tuft of yellow hair on his head had already appeared in front of Tang Xuanming, with a thin face and a slightly wretched temperament.
Always with that cynical smile on his face, this is the Saint of Thieves - Thief Zhi, who claims that everything in the world cannot be stolen.