The sound of neat footsteps came closer, and they were finally twenty steps away.
"Beng, Beng, Beng..." the sound of bow strings sounded one after another, and the crossbow arrows moved forward inexorably.
Mie Mie has already gathered his true energy, his sleeves are puffed up, and he vows to fight against the trapped beast.
When the crossbow arrow flew two meters in front of her, a gray shadow fell from the sky.
I saw him stretching his hands as if dipping into water, laboriously drawing a circle in front of him.
Dozens of crossbow arrows scattered five meters wide seemed to be attracted by magnets, and were gathered together as he moved.
There was a "click" sound, and the pile of crossbow arrows was thrown to the ground.
The sudden changes on the field shocked everyone.
It turned out that Zhang Wuji arrived just as Qian Jun shot.
Zhang Wuji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said to Li Jiang: "Brother Li, please keep someone under your command."
Li Jiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his right hand high, and said loudly: "Stop!"
With a "dong" sound, Ming Bing stepped heavily on the ground with his last step.
The sound of this step resounded throughout the audience, and everyone gasped for air. The tragic momentum just now made them almost unable to breathe, and some people even cheered softly.
"Since the leader has spoken, the Emei sect can avoid death. However, the murderer must be handed over, otherwise how can we stand up to our dedicated men?" Li Jiang said solemnly.
Zhang Wuji turned to look at Miejie in embarrassment.
Jiejie rubbed his neck and just sneered. Zhou Zhiruo turned around from behind her, took her arm and said, "Master, let's beg brother Wuji again."
"Don't even think about it!" Miejie snapped.
Zhang Wuji was helpless when he saw this. He turned to look at Li Jiang and muttered: "Brother Li, do you think... should we forget it?"
Li Jiang raised his hand and said resolutely: "No!" He then said earnestly: "Wuji, what is the purpose of the men I teach you to throw your heads and blood on the battlefield? Is it not to overthrow the tyrant Yuan, save the people from the fire and water, and relieve the people from the hangover?
! But what now? The people they protected stabbed them in the back! They didn’t die on the battlefield, but they had to be humiliated by their own people. Is this reasonable? Don’t you feel sad? "
As soon as Li Jiang finished speaking, all the Ming soldiers burst into tears, but no one moved. Because they were lining up with crossbows in their hands, and their usual rigorous training made them know that orders and prohibitions were followed. There was no order to disband, and they
There was nothing I could do but let the tears slowly flow down my cheeks.
Zhang Wuji looked at the dozens of men with tears streaming down their faces, remained silent for a few seconds, nodded and let go of Miejie, and walked to Li Jiang's side.
"Why are you crying? You deserve this praise! Now listen to my order and throw the crossbow." Li Jiang shouted.
"Click, click, click..." The sound of the crossbow hitting the ground kept ringing.
"Ten steps forward," Li Jiang ordered again.
The sound of neat footsteps sounded twenty times.
"Stop and take off your shirt." Li Jiang issued a puzzling order.
While everyone in the audience was talking about it, the Ming soldiers carried out the orders meticulously and all took off their shirts, revealing a piece of bronze skin.
"Wow……"
There were exclamations all around, and the onlookers finally understood the meaning of Li Jiang's order.
The upper bodies of dozens of Ming soldiers were covered with various wounds, including cuts, penetrating wounds, burns, and arrow wounds. There were dozens of wounds, and dozens of wounds.
After everyone watched for a while, Li Jiang pointed at the Ming soldiers and said loudly: "They all participated in the recent Fenglingdu and Luoyang battles, and many of them also participated in the Shanxi and Shaanxi battles."
Li Jiang paused, looked around the audience, and said sadly: "Everyone must know that these provinces are now living a good life. There are no more hoodlums looking up at the Han people like pigs or dogs, no more massacres, and no more massacres.
They were oppressed. But where did all this come from? They killed it with swords and guns! The scars on their bodies are their achievements."
The louder and louder voices spread throughout the audience.
Among the onlookers, the Kunlun faction passed through Shaanxi when they came to Henan. What they saw and heard along the way made them aware of it, so they kept silent in response.
The Huashan Sect should be managed by Mingjiao, and they were particularly impressed by the changes in Shaanxi, and they all expressed their approval.
Although the other sects are not in Mingjiao territory, there are also those whose hometowns are in Shaanxi and Shanxi provinces. They also said that they have received letters from their hometowns, saying that their lives have been greatly improved compared to before.
Seeing the fierce situation in the county, Li Jiang took advantage of the situation and shouted at Mie Mie: "Mie Mie, are you still stubborn? Hand over the murderer quickly!"
At this time, a woman in her thirties ran out of the Emei formation, hugged Mie Mie's thigh and cried: "Master, don't hand me over to the Mingjiao, they are all silver thieves, I will definitely live a life worse than death.
master……"
A woman's pitiful cry is like a cuckoo weeping blood, making everyone cry and saddening the listener.
Extinction shook his head.
"Wow..." The woman thought that the master did not agree, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly when she saw this, stretched out a hand to hold her up, and said softly: "Senior Sister Ding, get up quickly, don't let others laugh at us."
"Hmph, I'm afraid you're not worried about others laughing at us, but you're worried about your own life, right?" The woman sneered and shook off Zhou Zhiruo's hand.
"Senior Sister Ding, you have misunderstood me. I am only thinking about Emei's reputation." Zhou Zhiruo explained aggrievedly.
Senior Sister Ding put one hand on her hips and pointed at Zhou Zhiruo, whose eyes were red, and said sarcastically: "What are you afraid of? Your love is the leader of the Demon Cult, how could they kill you? If all of our sect is dead, wouldn't it mean that they are killing you?"
I just want to be a devil’s wife!”
"Minjun, shut up!"
"Sister, you..."
Mie Mie's scolding and Zhou Zhiruo's weak voice sounded at the same time.
"Haha" Emei's infighting made Li Jiang, who was watching, extremely happy. At the same time, he was sure of one thing. The culprit was probably Ding Minjun.
Zhang Wuji and Li Jiang were completely different. Their upper bodies were leaning forward, their necks were stretched out, and they were staring at Zhou Zhiruo with a look of worry on their faces.
Miejie finally lowered his head, pursed his thin lips, and slowly squeezed out a few words in the direction of Mingjiao: "I have no one to befriend in Emei!"
Ding Minjun's cheers immediately rang out.
Huh? Li Jiang's face darkened, thinking that this old nun is really inexperienced. Doesn't she know how to assess the situation?
When he was silent, the onlookers cast their eyes on him one after another. They wanted to see how Li Jiang would end up with the support of the Mingjiao leader.
They didn't let them wait for long. Li Jiang made a move. He called the soldiers behind him and said: "Military Aircraft Department orders: Follow Wu Jincao to raise troops to enter Sichuan. The first goal is to attack Mount Emei and massacre the Emei sect. No one will be allowed."
Brick by brick exists. This order!"
"How dare you!" Miejie shouted sternly.
Li Jiang ignored it and asked his soldier A to repeat it again, and then motioned him to go up the mountain to send the order to the military aircraft Zhang Jing.
Then Li Jiang turned around and said to Yang Xiao, who had arrived: "Old Yang, I didn't discuss this with you. I hope you won't be offended."
Yang Xiao nodded and said: "The situation here has to be like this. I was thinking so, but I didn't expect that Consultant Li would be one step ahead of me." After saying that, he laughed with his beard on.
Zhang Wuji was extremely entangled, and said to the two people who were embarrassed, uh, and had a tacit understanding: "You two military planes, should you think about it again? You have just promised not to hurt Emei. Wouldn't the Mieren Mountain Gate break its promise?"