From the Valkyrie to the Endless

There is no need to even mobilize a large army. Just sending out a martial arts grandmaster can directly defeat these tens of thousands of soldiers.

"What do you think?" Shen Qing turned his head to look at Hao Yun who was already stunned.

After coming to his senses, Hao Yun looked at the map in deep thought for a while, then nodded heavily:

"You can give it a try."

He looked up at Zhao Yu, with a strange look in his eyes. These thoughts were not complicated, but being able to think of so many in such a short moment was beyond ordinary people.

On the battlefield, what matters is the ability to respond to situations on the spot, and this kind of insight and reaction is invaluable.

"It's hard to achieve anything great with my current status. Can you help her think of a background?"

Shen Qing raised his eyes and glanced at Hao Yun: "As long as there is a little connection."

Sometimes all one needs to start a rebellion is a name, and few people will take it seriously whether it is true or not.

Hao Yun quickly understood Shen Qing's meaning and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

After pondering for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"There is."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 41 Energy

"The former governor of Qianzhou, Zhao Xiuhu, was conferred the title of First-rank Duke of Zhenguo by the late emperor. He died in the great turmoil fourteen years ago, and all his descendants are extinct."

Hao Yun looked at Zhao Yu for a few seconds, then nodded affirmatively:

"If the Duke of Zhenguo has a granddaughter, she should be about the same age as her."

"How did Zhao Xiuhu die?"

Shen Qing was a little surprised. A first-rank frontier official from a place like Qianzhou must have at least the strength of a master. Even on the battlefield, his ability to protect himself was very strong. He should not have ended up in this situation, or even had his bloodline wiped out.

"I just heard about it by chance. It seems that he died at the hands of the Demon Slayer." Hao Yun shook his head.

Shen Qing didn't ask any more questions. He squatted down, raised his head slightly and looked at Zhao Yu, and said solemnly: "How is it? Can you help me again?"

This is not for Zhao Yu, but just for herself.

Zhao Yu was silent for a moment, his clear eyes curved into crescents, with a moving aura in them:

"Give me one more wish and I'll grant it to you."

Shen Qing hesitated for a while, weighed the pros and cons for a while, and then nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Promises are no joke, she made them very seriously.

Hao Yun, who was standing by, was a little confused when he saw Shen Qing was so serious. He also did not take Zhao Yu's somewhat childish request seriously.

How big a heart can a little girl have? She can just get away with two pretty dresses and some new gadgets.

"Hao Yun, you are familiar with the mountain path, so go ahead and explore the way. Go quickly and come back quickly."

After making up his mind, Shen Qing immediately began to prepare.

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The last rays of sunset were swallowed up by the earth, and the sky, filled with stars like a sea, fell into silence.

The camp was brightly lit, but the central army tent was silent.

"General, I'm sorry, I can't obey your order. This is risking the lives of all of you brothers."

After hearing Shen Qing's intention, the middle-aged general who was nearly fifty years old spoke in a deep voice. He was extremely burly, strong as a bear, with a full beard, and vigorous blood. He was almost at the master level of refining blood and transforming it into yang.

"Xu Cong, I said when I first came here that those who don't want to listen to my orders can leave this account. This statement is still valid."

Shen Qing remained unmoved, and didn't even raise his eyelids.

Among the three people in the camp who are innately perfect, only Xu Cong has the most ambiguous attitude, not being involved with either side.

But Shen Qing didn't have the patience to beat around the bush and waste time with him.

The camp is now vaguely divided into two factions. Those who stand on her side, including Hao Yunliang Yuan and others, are no more than 7,000 people.

But Shen Qing did not force it. More than 7,000 people were enough. If they were not united, their role on the battlefield would be limited.

"What the commander said is true. If you don't want to go, you can stay in the camp."

A man in his thirties took over the conversation. He had a handsome appearance, brows as sharp as swords, and an intimidating edge.

Since Shen Qing came to the camp, he was the only one who stood on Shen Qing's side without hesitation with his soldiers.

"Gu Wujie, you are a humble man after all. You can't just rely on your emotions when marching and fighting."

Xu Cong shook his head and was about to persuade him again when a man suddenly opened the curtain and entered the tent.

The man was nearly nine feet tall, but he did not look stout. Instead, he looked extremely lean, with slightly sunken cheeks and sharp eyes, like an eagle.

"Zuo Jun, what are you doing here again?! If you dare to spit out dirty words again, I will pull out your tongue!"

Gu Wujie glared and stood in front of the case. Hao Yun and others beside him also had unfriendly expressions and grasped the hilts of their knives. For a moment, the atmosphere in the tent was tense.

"The military order she issued was correct. Retreating at this moment is equivalent to leaving our backs to the Northern Barbarians, which is a taboo in military strategy."

Zuo Jun glanced at Shen Qing, his eagle-like eyes flashing with a sharp light, and said lightly: "I still say the same thing, let a singer in the Jiaofang Bureau be the commander-in-chief. You recognize him, but I don't, but I accept this military order."

"I'm afraid this will require long-term consideration..."

Xu Cong stroked his beard, feeling a dilemma.

"If you always hesitate before fighting a war, you will never achieve anything great. No wonder you are the oldest and have the lowest rank." Zuo Jun glanced at him and ridiculed him without any scruples.

"You really can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth."

Such merciless words made Xu Cong's face turn red and he felt secretly annoyed.

"If there are no other opinions, it's settled."

Shen Qing was not too moved by Zuo Jun's words. She was not so ignorant.

Zuo Jun was not targeting her, but the Jiaofangsi. Even if he didn't say it, there would still be people talking about it behind her back. Rumors are scary.

"When is the Marshal going to set off?" Gu Wujie turned around and asked.

"The route has been explored. We will march out tonight. The camp is under martial law. During the march, Gu Wujie, Zuo Jun, and Xu Cong will personally patrol the troops and shoot all the flying birds they can see. Anyone who dares to leave the army without permission will be killed without mercy, regardless of the reason!"

Shen Qing immediately stood up and walked out of the tent.

If we were a step slower, this news would have reached Yang Zongxi's ears. Speed ​​is of the essence in war.

More than 17,000 soldiers quickly came out in full force and marched towards the pass more than 20 miles away.

Walking in the mountains at night is bound to startle birds. As soon as the sound of flapping wings is heard, the whistling of arrows can be heard.

A congenital master has sharp ears and eyes, and can shoot accurately from a hundred paces away.

All that was heard was flapping its wings for a while, but not a single bird could reach the sky.

More than twenty miles passed in a flash, and by midnight, more than 17,000 troops had been deployed on three sides of the pass, leaving only the way they came as a way out.

After waiting for nearly two hours, the sound of horse hooves was heard at the foot of the pass. More than 30,000 soldiers and horses came from all over the mountains and plains, and there was almost no end in sight.

These soldiers were dressed in different clothes and armor, and it was obvious that they were not from the same country. Even their war horses were of different sizes.

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes, tightened the bowstring, and pointed straight to the sky.

woo-

A thunderous sound exploded into the sky, and a whistling arrow pierced through the clouds, echoing for dozens of miles.

A moment later, a torrential rain of arrows whizzed up.

Nearly six thousand longbows had emptied their quivers.

More than ten rounds of arrows were fired, turning the small space of the pass into a sea of ​​arrows, so dense that there was almost no place to land.

The sounds of horses neighing and people roaring mixed together, blood was flowing and all that could be seen was a sea of ​​blood.

"kill!"

After the rain of arrows, the whole mountain and plain were filled with shouts of killing.

Looking at the soldiers wearing the Great Xia army's armor and the Great Xia army's flags, the Northern Territory's rebel army was almost frightened out of their wits. They were filled with panic and began to collapse without any resistance.

Even though the generals who had entered the innate realm tried their best to maintain their formation, a stampede still soon occurred.

Some soldiers who were hit by arrows and luckily survived were trampled into the bloody mud by their comrades before they could react, and it was impossible to distinguish between human flesh and horse bones.

Once the defeat occurs, it is irreversible.

Shen Qing hid himself in the military formation, rushed down the mountain, and then suddenly jumped up like a wild wolf, pouncing on a Xiantian realm general who was trying hard to control the army.

The knife flashed across the sky like a streak of light, and in a flash, it cut off a huge head.

This was the first time that Shen Qing killed a master of the innate level with his own strength.

The moment the blade was stained with blood, an extremely noticeable cool breath seeped into her body along the edge of the blade.

The light curtain reappeared, and a layer of blood light lit up on the sundial, which felt a little nourished.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 42 Death of Shen Qing

Noticing the changes in the sundial, a hint of unexpected surprise flashed in Shen Qing's eyes.

The energy required for the operation of the sundial is not only provided by the descendants of gods, but also exists in the bodies of warriors in the innate realm.

This is undoubtedly good news for her. Although it is hard to find descendants of gods, it is not difficult to find innate martial artists on the battlefield.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Shen Qing suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and an indescribable sense of panic rose from the bottom of his heart.

In an instant, she reacted suddenly, locked onto the source of the sense of crisis, and looked up at the sky.