Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 224: Military Formation and Jianghu

A group of lamas dressed in black and red were lurking on the roof, each holding a scimitar in their hands, but they were not holding the knife in their forehand, but in their backhand and at an angle.

In a moment, all the lamas jumped up from the roof and threw their scimitars out almost at the same time.

There was a long thin chain tied to the flying scimitar.

The blade cut the throat of the Jin soldier holding the torch, but the body and the torch in his hand did not fall down. Instead, they were tied up with thin chains and dragged to a higher place.

In just one encounter, one third of the Jin soldiers guarding the warehouse door were killed.

Wanyan Kang also rushed out from the hidden Mongolian soldiers, casually threw the spear in his hand, stabbed the three lamas into blood gourds, and flew into the air with sword energy bursting out from his fingertips, opening the skulls of two lamas through the air.

"Wanyan Kang, the Sixth Prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, is here. Who dares to act rashly?" Wanyan Kang shouted in a loud voice.

He had to do so, otherwise the Jin soldiers who had come to their senses might immediately set fire in panic.

If the food and grass stored in the warehouse were damaged too much, his trip would be in vain.

As expected, his shout had a very good calming effect. The Jin general who was about to order the fire immediately stopped his panicked subordinates, then raised his head and shouted to Wanyan Kang: "Young Prince! Where are the reinforcements?"

Wanyan Kang said: "We have set up a trap, and the Mongolian soldiers here are all trapped."

As Wanyan Kang spoke, he leaped through the crowd like a rabbit, not only using his fists and claws to kill the lamas, but he also broke the water wheels that the Mongolian soldiers had stored around them. All the water stored in them flowed out, and the water wheels were temporarily unusable.

After killing a circle of people, Wanyan Kang landed right in front of the Jin soldiers and took out a seal proving his identity from his sleeve.

The Jin soldiers then let him go and stood together.

"My name is Li Ying, nice to meet you, young prince!" The leader of the Jin soldiers guarding the warehouse door walked to Wanyan Kang and saluted in a low voice.

Li Ying was the Chief Censor of the Jin Dynasty. In theory, he was a civil servant, so he should not be responsible for escorting the grain and fodder this time. However, although the Jin Dynasty seemed strong in recent years, it had actually become corrupt. There were not many people in Shangjing City who advocated dispatching troops and gathering grain and fodder to support the front line. Most of them wanted to preserve their strength and capital and retreat to their homeland.

The batch of grain and fodder escorted by Li Ying, together with the grain and fodder transported separately by Marshal's Left Chief Supervisor Ugun Qingshou and Marshal's Left Military Supervisor Yongxi, was the largest batch.

The soldiers led by Li Ying to escort the food and fodder were not the elite troops of the Jin Dynasty, but a group of rabble assembled at short notice, mainly from the rebel forces in Hejian and Qingcang. Although they seemed to have tens of thousands of people, they all dispersed as soon as the Mongolian cavalry charged.

During the battle, due to the lax military discipline and the fear of death, the troops dispersed and fled in disarray. Even though they defended the city of Bazhou, they could not hold out for long.

The only people who can be used now are the one or two hundred people present.

Although some means of delaying time were used, they could not last long. Even if they really set fire to the grain, as long as the Mongols put out the fire quickly, not much would be burned.

After all, in order to avoid damage during transportation, the grains were preserved relatively well, with one bag of grain pressed on top of another and fastened tightly together. When they burned, only the surface layer was burnt.

"The reinforcements will not arrive for at least two or three days. We have to hold on!" Wanyan Kang whispered in Li Ying's ear and told him the truth.

At this time, the most taboo thing is to have ulterior motives.

Li Ying's face darkened slightly when he heard this, but he managed to say, "Young Prince, this is a great idea! After what you just said, the Mongols will probably stay quiet for a day and check the surroundings."

Wanyan Kang shook his head: "The Mongols are strong and powerful, and their momentum is strong. I am afraid they will attack us in two ways, sweeping the surrounding areas while forcing us further."

"If you trust me, follow my instructions!"

Li Ying hesitated for a moment, then immediately clasped his fists and said, "How dare you disobey my order?"

Soon, Shi Mi Ming'an appeared in the Mongolian army formation opposite the warehouse.

This person was the Khitan Shimo, who was originally a minister of the Jin Dynasty. Later, he was bribed by Temujin and joined the Mongolian army.

"Li Ying... there is no need to resist stubbornly. The Jin Dynasty is no longer viable. Why don't you do the same as me and serve the Khan? Let's join hands and build something together." Shi Mo Ming'an shouted loudly.

Li Ying did not reply, but Wanyan Kang stood up and said, "You need food and we need time. Why don't we make a bet? We will light the torches and let you attack for an hour. If you can break in, I will give you the food. If not, please retreat for five days to give us a break."

When Li Ying heard Wanyan Kang say this, his face instantly darkened. He didn't care about anything else and immediately said to Wanyan Kang in a hurry: "Young Prince...how can you be so reckless?"

"We only have one or two hundred people. We have no strategic location to defend and no weapons to use. We are exhausted. The enemy has at least several thousand people, all of whom are strong. How can we resist?"

"Besides, even if the soldiers die and really hold out for an hour, will the Mongols keep their promise? Once we put down the torches in our hands, they will keep attacking until they break through our defenses... Are you going to hand over all the food and grass in the warehouse to others?"

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Shi Mo Ming'an on the opposite side laughed and said, "This young prince is right. I agree to this condition!" Wanyan Kang said, "Since I agree, then please come forward and do justice. The young prince only needs to put some restrictions on the general to ensure that the general keeps his promise."

In such a situation where the enemy is larger than us and time is not abundant, Wanyan Kang's plan to take the formal military route is futile.

Therefore, he planned to use some underworld methods to force the two armies to confront each other and force them to the level of underworld measurement game.

At this level, he has the home advantage.

Shimi Ming'an did not respond immediately, so Wanyan Kang hurriedly said, "Forget it! I don't think the general would dare to do that! After all, it is the great cause of the Mongols, what does it have to do with the general?"

Once these words were spoken, Shi Mo Ming'an was forced into a corner again.

The Khitans joined the Mongols in fighting against the Jin Dynasty and destroying it, both for revenge and to regain glory and power.

But after all, it is dependent, so there are bound to be many constraints.

If Shi Mi Ming'an was a Mongolian, he could have directly rejected Wanyan Kang at this moment. Even if Wanyan Kang had not proposed this "self-destructive" plan, they could still capture this warehouse and obtain a large amount of food and fodder through continuous harassment and attacks.

However, he happened to be a Khitan. If he gave in at this time, the news would get out, and he would have a hard time.

So Shi Mo Ming'an could only bite the bullet and say, "All soldiers, listen to my orders. If anything happens to me, just attack and chop all the Jin thieves into pieces."

After saying this, he walked forward despite the deputy general's attempt to stop him, and faced Wanyan Kang five steps away.

Whoosh!
It was not known whether it was intentional or unintentional, but a stray arrow shot towards Wanyan Kang, and he easily caught the arrow shaft with his hand.

As the tail feathers trembled, Wanyan Kang reached out and easily crushed the arrowhead with his fingertips.

"One is too much, another is too rude!"

"I am here with sincerity this time. If the general is rude, I will ignore everything else and charge into the battle line to kill the general. I think the general will have a headache." After Wanyan Kang finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and a wave of air surged, as if an evil dragon was in front of him, roaring maliciously and fiercely, scaring the two groups of people nearby, all of whom were a little frightened and terrified.

Shi Mo Ming'an gritted his teeth and was about to take a step forward when he heard someone shouting from behind: "General, don't be impatient. Let me first assess the abilities of this young prince."

The person who came was a monk in a yellow robe. He was very old, with a pointed head and thin ears, and his face was full of wrinkles. He had a long and narrow curved knife on his waist. He looked tough and bloodthirsty. He didn't look like a monk, but one of those battle-hardened killers in the army.

The old monk threw his robes aside, strode forward, looked Wanyan Kang up and down, and said, "You have a good appearance, why do you want to roll around in this worldly world? Why don't you become a monk with me and serve me, the ancestor, to practice Buddhism."

Those in the Mongolian army who could understand what was said all burst into laughter.

They knew the old monk's background and character, and knew that he ate both meat and vegetables.

Regardless of whether they were men or women, as long as they looked good, he would not let them go, and would often humiliate and torture them to death.

Wanyan Kang looks like his mother and was spoiled since childhood. His appearance can indeed be described as handsome. Now that the demon fetus has been stimulated, he looks even more weird. For some special people, he is indeed very tempting.

Seeing that the old monk was out to do bad things and was speaking rudely, Wanyan Kang's eyes turned cold: "Where did this old bald thief come from? How dare he gossip here?"

The old monk was not angry, but just looked Wanyan Kang up and down again, nodding with satisfaction as if selecting goods: "So that my future good disciple knows that I, your master, came from the Qinghai Black Sect, and I created the Blood Sword Sect, and I am called the Blood Sword Patriarch. I came with the army this time to take advantage of the murderous atmosphere of the battlefield to hone my sword skills. When I succeed and kill the Five Supremes, I will be the best master in the world."

"If you follow me as your master, you will learn some skills in the future and can go anywhere in the world. Isn't it much easier than being confined in a small palace or dying on the battlefield?"

Wanyan Kang laughed loudly: "You think you can rival the Five Great Masters?"

Wanyan Kang's cognition is actually somewhat distorted and vague.

In his opinion, the Five Great Masters were like his master Qiu Chuji, or his sworn brother Guo Jing's adoptive father Dugu Qiubai. They were all great masters who transcended the ordinary and were the type that made him somewhat afraid.

And in his eyes, the old monk in front of him at this moment is no different from a clown!
"It seems that you want to experience my power first before you are willing to serve me!" The Blood Knife Patriarch sneered, then with a flash of knife light, he slashed towards Wanyan Kang.

His sword skills are indeed first-rate killing skills, and they have been honed on the battlefield. The remaining murderous aura in his body has not yet dissipated. When he uses it this time, among the sword light and blood shadow, one can seem to smell the blood.

However, when Wanyan Kang pointed his sword, the Blood Knife Ancestor retreated as quickly as he came.

In just a moment, not only did he break the scimitar in his hand, but two holes appeared on his chest that kept bleeding. If this old guy had not been experienced in combat and instinctively avoided the vital points, Wanyan Kang would have stabbed him to death with just one finger!

(End of this chapter)