Chapter 108 Killing to Stop Killing

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The rapid sound of horse hooves sounded, and the elite cavalry of the Yuan soldiers were outflanking Yi Qingchen from both sides.

Before anyone arrived, sharp arrows were struck by the violent storm.

"Mongolian cavalry, unmatched in riding and shooting!"

Yi Qingchen couldn't help but laugh in her heart when she heard the comments about the Mongolian cavalry that she had often seen before.

Different nomadic tribes grew in each dynasty, including the Huns, Turks, Khitans, Jurchens, Mongols, and Manchus. When each tribe rose up, they were said to be unparalleled in horsemanship and archery, and invincible in bravery.

But the real winning rate in the war with the Han people is just that.

Mongolia destroyed the weakening Zhao and Song Dynasties, and was later expelled from the Central Plains by the Ming Dynasty when they were weak.

Both sides have their own wins, and it’s a 50-50 tie at most.

Yi Qingchen stepped back, firing his bow as he walked. When he ran out of arrows, he would catch the arrows and use them again, pulling the two groups of people across the streets and alleys.

With the blessing of internal strength, his range was longer, and the Yuan army's cavalry kept falling.

When a cavalry brigade attacks, sometimes falling off the horse is not the fault of one person.

People fell off their horses, horses fell to the ground, and several others were caught by the way.

But as time went by, not only did the number of chasing teams not decrease, but there were more and more people.

The Yuan soldiers were numerous and powerful, and large groups of troops rushed out according to the plan, far exceeding the speed at which Yi Qingchen could kill people.

Large groups of people were rampaging through the streets, shouting and cursing.

The people on both sides of the street were on tenterhooks, and no one dared to come out to check the situation.

But disaster cannot be avoided just by trying to avoid it.

Seeing that he could not catch up with Yi Qingchen, a general of the Yuan army suddenly shouted loudly in Mongolian.

Upon hearing this, his soldiers directly broke into the nearby house and dragged out the people inside.

Yi Qingchen glanced at it and could guess Yuan Bing's tactics without asking.

Isn't it just arresting people and threatening yourself with their lives?

Damn it!

Before those Yuan soldiers could put their knives on the people's necks and threaten them, Yi Qingchen roared back and crashed into the Yuan soldiers.

The long whale sword pierced through the air, pointing directly at the Yuan army general ten feet away.

The internal force escapes through the long sword, forming a vast and surging sword energy.

The ten-foot distance passed by in an instant, and Yuan Bing's body was torn apart by the sword energy as he blocked the road.

"Well done!"

The general of the Yuan army was not surprised but overjoyed and shouted: "Take my shot!"

A ray of cold light flew out from his waist. He grabbed the gun barrel with both hands and thrust forward with all his strength.

This shot was like a dragon coming out of the sea, fast and fierce, reaching the level of a master of marksmanship.

He is a master!

Ding, the tip of the sword collided with the tip of the spear.

Yi Qingchen's tyrannical internal energy surged out, and the long whale sword stabbed the tip of the gun directly, splitting the entire gun apart.

The sword edge flew past the Yuan army general's forehead, leaving a straight blood mark.

"ah……"

The soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty slashed with their swords and killed about ten of the people they dragged in on the spot.

Yi Qingchen was furious when he saw it. He closed his eyes and opened them again immediately.

"Kill, kill, let's see who kills more!"

Yi Qingchen conveniently snatched away the general's bow and arrows, swung his sword wildly to cut the bloody path, and walked away.

He can't save so many people!

If he really had to save people and was surrounded by Yuan soldiers, he would at most be exhausted in the fight.

The greater possibility is that the Yuan soldiers used one thousand, ten thousand...the common people to coerce him into giving up resistance and captured him without mercy.

Revolution kills people!

To overthrow the Mongol Yuan rule, we must not only establish our own organization, but also make the people of the world completely despair of the Mongol Yuan rule.

Only when people can no longer survive will they think of overturning the table.

Yi Qingchen was determined not to look, and struck out more ruthlessly, constantly firing her bow to harvest lives.

"If you kill one of my Han people, I will kill one of your officials. I want to see who has more Han people or you, the Mongolian officials."

There were many Yuan soldiers who could understand Chinese. The generals looked at each other, but no one dared to stop the massacre of the people.

Yi Qingchen became furious and became murderous.

For a moment, it no longer conserved its internal energy, and the long whale sword turned into a fairy sword shining with green light, causing heads to roll wherever it passed.

After a while, hundreds of Yuan soldiers were killed.

Yi Qingchen didn't stop and turned around to meet another pair of Yuan soldiers.

kill!

kill!

kill!

…

In the camp, the 'little prince' was quickly reading the collected messages.

"Okay, well done!"

He slammed the table, showing excitement, but quickly regained his composure.

"Since he values ​​the lives of those Han people, let's work on this."

The 'little prince' muttered to himself, raised his head and ordered: "Dahamu, immediately send out two large groups and divide them into small groups. Each group must capture a hundred Han people."

The golden-armored general standing next to him obeyed orders.

The young prince said to himself: "This man's martial arts are extremely strong, but with this weakness, he cannot be considered a strong man."

"For the great cause, not to mention a few common people, it doesn't matter if half of the people in the world are killed or injured."

As long as people are tied, they will have weaknesses, and they will be easy to deal with if they have weaknesses.

Yuan soldiers and elite cavalry went out in all directions to capture Han people.

Yi Qingchen stood on the high building and looked into the distance, his face as gloomy as water.

He is a normal person, and he will naturally feel guilty when he sees this scene.

But reason told him that what the enemy wanted to do was to use the people to force him to submit.

If he gives up or surrenders, he will only end up in a place of no return.

Never follow the enemy's ideas!

"To capture the thief, capture the king first. The key to solving today's dilemma lies in whether we can capture this 'king'!"

Yi Qingchen's eyes wandered around and gradually fell into a large tent.

The several times he attacked the Yuan army camp with rockets just now were not random actions.

While taking action, they occupied the commanding heights to observe the flow of personnel in the camp, and constantly deduced the location of the enemy's leader.

After all, his martial arts skills are so high that as long as the enemy leader is not stupid, he will not stay in the central tent.

After several trials, Yi Qingchen found the target in an inconspicuous tent.

This tent looks ordinary, but every time Yi Qingchen attacks, there are people coming in and out of the tent.

Although there weren’t many people coming out every time, and they didn’t go very far.

It didn't look like they were communicating with other places, but there were always other Yuan soldiers going to other places wherever they passed.

In other words, the people in this camp are very likely to be constantly communicating with the outside world.

"Isn't it? You will know after you try it!"

Yi Qingchen reached the vicinity of the military camp, raised his strong bow and fired a rocket at the camp.

One after another, twelve rockets fell down in an instant and ignited the tent.

Not only did they set the tent on fire, more arrows penetrated the tent and shot into the big tent.

"There, there..."

Yuan Bing immediately noticed the abnormality and pointed in the direction of the rocket.

Yi Qingchen ignored Yuan Bing's unusual movements and stared closely at the reaction inside the tent, constantly opening and closing the strong bow in his hand.

With the force of the bow and arrow he shot, if there were anyone inside there would definitely be casualties.

Soon the tent door opened and a group of people filed out.

There were not many people, only twenty or thirty people.

Everyone wore armor and helmets, protecting the white-haired old man in the middle.

A large number of Yuan soldiers quickly gathered, coming from all directions with the white-haired old man as the center.
Chapter completed!