Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 139: Exercise More If You're Afraid of the Cold
“Hoo, hoo, hoo!”
The sound of the wind blew up the clothes and armor. In the eyes of the Jin army later, what they saw was a sudden gust of wind that could be seen with the naked eye in the middle of the army formation.
The wind was so strong that it almost cut across the army formation. There seemed to be a human figure flickering in the wind, and there seemed to be a hint of blood in the wind.
Then, they heard a scream, which was so loud that it sounded as if the person who made the scream had seen something extremely terrifying, and it made those who were around feel a chill in their hearts.
The soldiers in the front dropped their weapons and ran to the back. Behind them, the strong wind was also blowing, and anyone who was caught in it never came out again.
What the Jin soldiers behind could see was wisps of blood mist blooming in the wind, until finally, the wind turned blood red as they watched.
Finally, they began to get scared. Their hands trembled, and they could no longer move forward, but began to retreat.
At this time, a soldier who was running back shouted: "Run! Sha Wushu is angry!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, his body seemed to be hooked by something and he stopped in his tracks.
The soldier looked down in a daze, then his body flew backwards, fell into the strong wind, and turned into a pool of blood foam in the blink of an eye.
The Jin soldiers who witnessed all this completely lost the last of their sanity. They no longer cared about anything else, dropped their weapons, and ran back for their lives.
Yes, it is so similar. Everything in front of me is exactly the same as the scene in the legend.
When the bloody wind blows, no one can escape.
The left wing of the Jin army completely collapsed. Almost everyone was running backwards. Some people accidentally fell to the ground and were instantly submerged by the crowd.
"Damn it!" Abuham controlled the restless warhorse under him, stood in the center of the army, looked around, and asked with gritted teeth.
"Where on earth did those people come from!?"
How come no one had discovered them before the war?
Unfortunately, what Abuham didn't know was that all the scouts and spies they sent out, as long as they discovered anything unusual, had been controlled by the people of Fengyu Tower.
There was no way they could get any information from the beginning.
"General!" Shu Huheng had already drawn his sword and was deflecting an incoming arrow while speaking to Abuhamo.
"Why don't we withdraw our troops first? It won't be too late to make plans after we have a clear understanding of the situation!"
"No!" Abuham shouted with a ferocious look. It has come to this point, how could he withdraw his troops.
How could he return to the Jin Kingdom after suffering such a great defeat?
Given his current situation, he would die if he went back, so he might as well fight to the death here!
Thinking of this, Abuham turned his gaze back to the gate of Huaiyang Pass.
"As long as we control Huaiyang Pass, we can still win!"
He said, raising the knife and roaring.
"Where is the chariot? Break down the city gate!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The war drums beat, and a chariot drove out of the army formation.
Pushed by the Jin army, they crashed into the city gate with tremendous force.
"Prepare the brazier!" On the city wall, Su Changwu saw the chariot approaching and immediately said to his subordinates beside him.
"No need." At this moment, a voice interrupted him, accompanied by the sound of dragging a heavy object.
Su Changwu looked back and saw a huge black shadow blocking the sky light behind him.
It was an extremely tall figure, shirtless, with loose hair, wearing a pair of tattered brown pants, and dragging a hammer as tall as him in his hand.
Looking at this man, Su Changwu was stunned for a moment.
The man also lowered his eyes, glanced at Su Changwu, and grinned.
"Just leave that thing to me."
As he spoke, he dragged the hammer to the side of the city wall.
Then jumped down.
The Jin army under the city were still pushing their chariots, when suddenly, a dark shadow covered the ground in front of them.
They were stunned, then looked up at the sky, and they saw a man coming down with a hammer in his hand.
“Bang!!!! ”
When a sound of falling was heard that almost drowned out the entire battlefield, a cloud of dust rose up under the gate of Huaiyang Pass, followed by a strong wind that blew it away.
The ground beneath people's feet shook and the wind pulled at their hair and clothes.
Abuham stared blankly in the direction of the city gate, not knowing what was happening.
When the smoke and dust were blown away by the wind, people could see the scene clearly.
At this time, the originally sturdy chariot had been shattered.
The soldiers pushing the chariot fell to the ground, unconscious.
The broken siege pillars tilted and sunk deep into the ground.
A big man with disheveled hair stood in front of the mess, holding a huge hammer.
Everyone looked at him silently. He must have felt everyone's gazes, for he raised his head and smiled, raised the hammer, put it on his shoulder, stood in front of the city gate, and shouted loudly.
"I don't have any weapons in the Cangjian Valley Palace. Do you have anything harder?"
His hammer is not used to hit these pieces of scrap metal.
"Even the blacksmith is here! How novel." On the other side of the battlefield, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked among the chaotic military formations with his hands behind his back.
His hands never moved, but people kept falling beside him, each with a flying knife stuck in their throat.
"Amitabha." In the center of the Jin army's formation, an old monk in cloth clothes stood holding a stick of reprimand.
He chanted Buddhist mantras, and if anyone tried to attack him, he would knock them to the ground with one blow of his stick, no matter if it was a person, a horse, a cart or a carriage.
"Stab!" A cold sword slashed through a group of Jin soldiers, and then a group of Jin soldiers fell to the ground.
Behind them, Dugu Bufu exhaled a breath of cold air, took off his cloak, and wiped the blood off the sword.
After killing for so long, his body finally warmed up a little.
"You're lucky to have met me." Jiang Lian'er knocked out another Jin soldier casually, glanced at Dugu Bufu who was killing people not far away, raised her eyebrows, smiled helplessly and sighed.
Yan Jinling's sword was rarely unsheathed, and just as the legend said, it was really sharp.
Su Changwu stood on the city wall, looking at the countless people from the martial arts world who appeared from the Jin army below the city. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, a voice appeared beside him.
"General Su, are we late?"
Su Changwu glanced sideways and saw a man in a brocade robe and holding a folding fan, who was standing beside him and smiling gently.
"No." Su Changwu smiled, shook his head and said, "You came at the right time."
"That's good." Behind the man in brocade robe, a nun and a Taoist priest came at the same time. They were from the Emei Sect and the Qingcheng Sect.
The nun turned around and said to the disciples behind her: "All Emei disciples, listen up and help Tiance Mansion defend the city!"
"Yes!" The women bowed in response, drew their swords, and walked towards the city wall.
Still as bad-tempered as ever.
All of them were looking at the nuns. The Taoist priest rolled his eyes helplessly, turned around weakly and spoke to the disciples behind him.
"So do we."
"Yes." The young Taoists in green robes nodded and followed him towards the city wall.
After the nuns and Taoists walked away, the man in brocade robe smiled and took out a brocade bag from his arms, handed it to Su Changwu and said.
"General Su, this is for you."
"What is this..." Su Changwu frowned and looked at the brocade bag in his hand in confusion.
Obviously, he couldn't guess what was inside.
"This is the Jin army's food supply route and retreat route." The man in brocade robe narrowed his eyes and explained slowly.
"What?" Su Changwu was startled and subconsciously tightened his grip on the brocade bag.
Because he knew what it meant if it was true.
This means that the Jin army that came this time will never return.
"But how do you know all this?" Su Changwu looked at the person in front of him puzzled.
The man in brocade robe smiled mysteriously, closed the folding fan in his hand, tapped Su Changwu's shoulder and said.
"Don't worry, the information from our Fengyu Tower is still very accurate. If you find it useful, we can cooperate more in the future."
Having said that, he walked away with a smile.
After that he had to meet someone else, an old acquaintance.
When Mu Wu turned around and looked around, Xiao Muchu was already standing there, looking at the people in the Blood Robe Tower in the distance and said.
"You guys in the Blood Robe Building are still as barbaric as ever."
"It's none of your business." Mu Wu said lightly, turned his eyes away and continued to look at the city.
Xiao Muchu smiled like a fox, folded his hands, put the folding fan on his shoulders and said.
"How have you considered the cooperation between our two floors?"
Mu Wu gave the fox a blank look and said, "We need to recalculate the share of the bill."
"Okay." Xiao Muchu raised his eyebrows regretfully, as if he had failed to steal the chicken.
"But speaking of which, it seems that there is still one person who hasn't come."
As he spoke, he looked towards the city.
"Who?" Mu Wu asked.
"Someone who should have come earlier." Xiao Muchu closed his eyes lightly, slowly opened the folding fan in his hand, and spoke to himself.
“Hoo-hoo.”
At this time, a faint sound of wind appeared in the sky.
Mu Wu seemed to have noticed something. He looked up at the sound of the wind, was silent for a moment, and then spoke.
“Isn’t this coming?”
