This is the task Song Xuan gave to Yao Yue.
There is no need for a head-on battle, just torment the Qing troops in different ways to make them tired, agitated and sleepy.
When the time was right, Song Xuan found a dark and windy night and sneaked in to harvest.
In a small-scale military camp, Song Xuan would choose to rush in and kill them head-on, but in a large camp like this with tens of thousands of elite soldiers and all kinds of firearms and crossbows, he would not rush in head-on.
On one side, Yao Yue was torturing the Qing army. On the other side, Song Xuan was not idle, but went directly to Fucheng.
It would take a few days for the Qing army to clean up the camp. Taking advantage of this gap, he planned to go into the city and kill all the prefects and officials who had defected to the Qing army.
As the future commander of Xuanyi Guard, learning to allocate time reasonably and becoming a qualified time management master are the basic qualities that must be possessed.
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Fucheng, outside the magistrate's office.
Two official servants wearing Qing court yamen uniforms and with a bunch of pigtails on the back of their heads were leaning against the wall of the yamen, lazily basking in the sun.
The whole street was deserted with no one at all, let alone anyone coming to the Yamen to complain.
Since Huang Taiji established the Qing Dynasty and massacred the people who refused to obey, the number of people in various cities and places has dropped sharply, and countless cities and clans have been massacred.
Basically all the hard-boned ones were killed, leaving all those who were resigned to their fate and easy to manage.
No matter how ruthless Song Xuan was, he only planned to kill a million rebels to condense the Flower of God, but the number of people in Qingzhou who died at the hands of the Qing army was counted in the hundreds of millions.
Compared with this group of butchers, Song Xuan pales in comparison.
The yamen servant, who was leaning against the wall and taking a nap, heard footsteps coming not far away. Someone started yelling at him before he even opened his eyes.
"Where are you from? Get out of here and don't block me from sunbathing!"
"Oh? Whose father are you?" came a gentle voice.
"Of course he is the father of this little slave like you!"
The yamen servant yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes. When he opened his eyes, he was immediately frightened and at a loss.
"you you!!"
"What's wrong with me?" Song Xuan looked at him with a smile.
"What are you arguing about?" Another government servant opened his eyes impatiently. After seeing Song Xuan's appearance clearly, he was scared to death. "Hair! Why do you still have hair?"
"Why do I still have hair?" Song Xuan sneered, "Because I am a human being and I am not used to being a slave!"
As soon as the words fell, there were only two clicks. The two of them didn't even see Song Xuan take action, but they felt a sharp pain in their necks, and then their consciousness fell into a blur.
After casually twisting their necks into twists, Song Xuan walked to the Yamen and saw the plaque hanging high in the lobby at a glance.
"The mirror hangs high!"
Song Xuan laughed twice, feeling very ironic. He raised his hand and slapped it with his palm. The plaque and the roof were smashed into pieces, and sawdust and rubble were scattered everywhere.
The loud noise suddenly alerted the guards in the government office. Soon, dozens of guards wearing armor and sabers at their waists surrounded them.
After seeing Song Xuan's long black hair, the leader of the guards suddenly felt angry.
Everyone has shaved their heads and kept their hair in long braids. You are the only one who is noble and noble. You are the exception, right?
Isn’t it okay for everyone to shave their heads and become slaves? Why do you have to keep your hair and be a human being?
"Come here, take down this traitor!"
A group of guards immediately took the order and rushed forward with their swords drawn, but immediately, everyone felt a violent force sweeping in. Before everyone could get closer, they vomited blood and flew backwards, hitting the door and wooden pillars.
The leader of the guards was stunned.
He knew that if the other party dared to keep his hair, he must be strong in martial arts, but these government guards were not weak either. They were all acquired masters who had cultivated their internal strength.
With so many masters taking action together, even an innate warrior can handle it for a while, right?
As a result, they didn't even move their feet. They just raised their hands and dozens of people flew up and spiraled into the sky. It looked like they were all dying.
Is this still the kind of martial arts a person should have?
The leader of the guards was horrified and terrified. The other party's martial arts was so high that it was simply unimaginable and unfathomable.
Without any hesitation, he turned around and activated his Qinggong movement to leave. But as soon as he took a step forward, his head was firmly held down by a hand.
Song Xuan looked at him with a half-smile, "Are you a Tatar?"
"My hero, no, I'm not a Tatar!" The leader of the guards was so frightened that he couldn't help but say, "I was originally the leader of the prefect's yamen. After Huang Taiji's rebellion, the prefect took us to surrender.
I am a Zhou person, and my ancestors have been people of the Zhou Dynasty for eight generations! "
Song Xuan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, "Where is the prefect now?"
"In the back house!" The squad leader was so frightened that he trembled all over and didn't dare to hesitate at all.
Song Xuan stopped talking. He lifted his neck and tapped his toes on the ground. The two of them arrived a hundred meters away at a speed as fast as a ghost.
The entire back house is very large and belongs to the prefect's private residence. Most of the guards are gathered here.
As soon as Song and Xuan entered, they saw a loud arrow exploding in the air, and then dense and rapid footsteps came from all directions.
"For the sake of you still admitting that you are a citizen of the Great Zhou Dynasty, I won't kill you this time!"
Song Xuan casually threw the squad leader backwards, regardless of whether he was injured or not, and looked at the prefect guards who gathered from all around with a calm expression.
"Traitor, you are so brave!"
Hundreds of guards gathered, and the leader suddenly became more courageous. He stared at Song Xuan and shouted coldly: "Kneel down quickly and surrender. Maybe you will be spared. Otherwise, be careful that your three clans will be implicated too!"
Song Xuan glanced at him indifferently, "Looking at your appearance, you must have been from the Zhou Dynasty before, not from Tatars.
I'll give you a chance. If you still think you belong to Zhou people, put down your weapons and stand aside! "
All the guards looked at each other, but soon, many people laughed mockingly. The laughter was not loud at first, but as more and more people started laughing, the entire backyard of the prefecture was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Song Xuan also smiled, "It seems that you have made your choice. In that case, let's get on the road!"
As soon as the words fell, there was only a clang sound, and the Pure Yang Wuji Sword let out a burst of dragon roar, bringing up a red sword light that enveloped all the surrounding guards.
Song Xuan didn't even look at the corpses on the ground. He returned his sword to its sheath and looked ahead.
There, the prefect and several martial arts masters looked at him with horrified expressions.
"Song Xuan, the Xuanyi Guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty, you should know the purpose of my visit, right?"
"Song Xuan?"
The prefect swallowed his saliva and killed Song Xuan, the god of murder, who massacred twelve Qing military camps?
If you don't kill the Qing army, what's the point of coming to embarrass me, a civil servant!
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