After Zhou Ziru listened to Yi Xiaodao's detailed explanation, he paced back and forth outside the camp and smiled: "Well, we have a plan!"
Li Dingxing and Zhou Ziru had already forged a grudge at Poyang Lake, so they ignored Zhou Ziru's plans at this time. Others, on the other hand, were close to Wen Yan and wanted to hear Zhou Ziru's strategy.
"Mr. Yi, are there any prisoners of the Northern Yi soldiers in the camp?" Zhou Ziru asked.
Yi Xiaodao didn't know, so he looked at the others, who all shook their heads. Everyone was busy fighting and had no time to capture prisoners. Only Bai Xinglong nodded in agreement: "Yes, I have injured dozens of people, but I didn't kill them. I just brought them out."
Bai Xinglong is Taiyi's eldest disciple. Although he likes to fight, he is not bloodthirsty. Fortunately, the dozen or so Beiyi soldiers did not die under his sword, and he did not go out of his way to touch up the sword.
Although Zhou Ziru didn't recognize Bai Xinglong, he also knew that he was the capable person next to Yi Xiaodao. He smiled, lowered his voice deliberately, and whispered to a few people...
After hearing this, Yi Xiaodao looked at the camp not far away, and the shouts of killing inside never stopped: "Prime Minister Zhou, can these soldiers... really not be saved?"
Zhou Ziru still shook his head: "We can't save it... No matter how many people there are in the camp, there will only be one left in the end, and that's the only one we can save."
Yi Xiaodao glanced at the crowd, and everyone lowered their heads silently. They had all seen with their own eyes in the camp how those people were killing their companions crazily. Even if they go there, it will take some effort to restrain someone.
But they are highly skilled in martial arts, and there are several of them. If these ordinary soldiers are sent in, the casualties may be even greater.
Yi Xiaodao didn't ask any more questions, turned around, and walked straight to the camp alone.
"Wu Dinggong's benevolence is so commendable..." Zhou Ziru sighed.
He Yue'er looked at Yi Xiaodao's back, eagerly broke away from Qin Changqian and chased after him.
"Yue'er." Yi Xiaodao didn't look back, but just called softly. He Yue'er knew that he had something to say, so he stopped.
"It's okay, don't worry about me. I can save three out of three people, five out of five people, and I won't let myself get involved. You wait for me here." Yi Xiaodao's voice was gentle and gentle.
He Yue'er nodded, understanding Yi Xiaodao's thoughts. It would be fine if he stayed here and did nothing, but if he couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart, he was afraid that he would feel guilty thinking about it day and night in the future.
Yi Xiaoling was worried and looked at Li Dingxing. Li Dingxing put the Wanxing Bow on his shoulders, then grabbed a long bow and a quiver. With a wave of his hand, more than a hundred Nanhuai troops emerged from the army, each holding a crossbow and following behind him.
Everyone came to the entrance of the camp and stood with bows in hand, always ready to receive Yi Xiaodao.
As soon as Yi Xiaodao entered the camp gate, there were endless shouts of killing and figures running around everywhere, like ghosts.
Before Yi Xiaodao could see clearly what was going on around him, a big knife came towards him. Yi Xiaodao ducked and bumped forward, knocking the opponent directly to the ground.
Only then did he see clearly that the other person was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy from Shangwuying. He was a little thin and looked like a child.
"Calm down, I'll get you out." Yi Xiaodao said as he stepped forward to drag the young man up.
When the young man saw Yi Xiaodao reaching out, he slashed with his backhand. If Yi Xiaodao hadn't retracted his hand quickly, he might have been cut off directly.
With a flying kick, the long knife in the young man's hand was kicked out and shot directly into the military tent beside him.
Yi Xiaodao grabbed the young man's collar, grabbed him from the ground, stared at him and said word by word: "Listen! I'm here to save you! I'm here to save you!"
"puff!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a piercing sound. Yi Xiaodao looked down and saw a gun tip suddenly protruding from the young man's chest, and blood dripped down bit by bit from the tip of the gun.
"You..." Yi Xiaodao was startled. If he used the gun harder, he might even get a hole out of him.
Yi Xiaodao felt a cold sweat in his heart. This was the first time that danger was so close and he didn't know it at all.
There was no pain in the young man's eyes, only fear, as if Yi Xiaodao was some kind of terrifying monster. Pushing Yi Xiaodao away, he retreated along the barrel of the long gun on his body. More and more blood and minced meat hung on the barrel of the gun that protruded from his chest.
The man behind kicked the young man, kicked him away, and rushed towards Yi Xiaodao.
Yi Xiaodao rolled on the spot to avoid the young man, and then he saw clearly that the man holding the gun was an old man of half a century, with his hair and beard a little white.
"Come on! Come on! I'm not afraid of you!" The old man pointed his gun and stabbed Yi Xiaodao again.
The shooting technique is not very sharp, but the angle of the spear tip is very tricky. It seems that it is stabbing straight, but the spear head is shaking up and down, making people unsure where the spear will hit.
Yi Xiaodao pulled out the Siqing Sword from his waist. This sword exerted enough internal strength to slash out and cut off the spear head directly. Sheathing it with her left hand, she blocked the tipless spear and was pushed back several steps.
"Wake up! I'm here to save you!" Yi Xiaodao shouted angrily.
"I'll fight with you!" The long spear in the old man's hand had turned into a short stick, but he still raised the stick reluctantly and smashed Yi Xiaodao on his head and face.
Yi Xiaodao was hit with a few sticks and was very angry. Just as he was about to subdue him, two soldiers from Shangwuying fought against each other and bumped into him.
The old man was wrapped up in the fighting group, and even the stick in his hand was lost when the two pushed him. The three of them struggled aside, and no one cared about Yi Xiaodao.
Yi Xiaodao was in shock: "Is this Ying Xiao?"
At this time, Yi Xiaodao had time to look around, and saw fire everywhere in the camp, and many of the tents even collapsed. Everyone is either chasing others to chop, or being hacked by others.
Unbelievable, this is the camp where there was peace not long ago, with people laughing and talking about forming a team to return home.
Suddenly, a black shadow rushed towards Yi Xiaodao from the side. Yi Xiaodao caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, raised his hand and stabbed straight at the black shadow with a sword.
The sword has arrived, but the man has not yet arrived.
The opponent stopped, only a few inches away from the tip of the sword.
He was also a soldier in the Shangwu Camp, about the same age as Yi Xiaodao. He paused in his steps, looked at the sword pointed at his throat, and slowly took a few steps back.
Yi Xiaodao was startled for a while. He saw no fear or madness in the other party's eyes. There was only ferocity and even a trace of reason in his eyes.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Yi Xiaodao asked tentatively.
The other party nodded numbly.
"Follow me, I'll take you out." Yi Xiaodao took back his sword, but he didn't dare to be careless and stared at this person closely: "What's your name?"
The other party didn't answer, but slowly stretched out the hand hidden behind his back. In his hand was a curled dagger, with some broken bones even stuck on the blade.
Yi Xiaodao endured the shock in his heart and slowly backed away, but his eyes never left the person in front of him for a moment. His intuition told him that this person was very dangerous.
The man didn't make any other movements. He seemed to relax all of a sudden. He raised his legs and followed Yi Xiaodao. The speed is neither too fast nor too slow. It is about the same as Yi Xiaodao's retreat speed. It is very well controlled.
"If you have anything to say..." This man seemed to have some sense, so Yi Xiaodao tried to communicate with him.
Suddenly, just in the middle of speaking, the other party suddenly stood up, took two steps, and was close to Yi Xiaodao in an instant. The speed was so fast that Yi Xiaodao couldn't react in time.
Yi Xiaodao raised his leg and kicked the opponent in the abdomen. At the same time, he also raised the Siqing Sword in his hand and slashed it diagonally upward.
When his life was threatened, Yi Xiaodao didn't care much. If this kick was solid, it would not be difficult to kick the opponent ten feet away. Even if he kicks him in the air, he can still take off one of the opponent's arms with one sword.
He seems to have some sanity, so he wouldn't be so adventurous, right? Yi Xiaodao speculated in his mind and increased the strength on his feet. It would be best to kick him away without harming his life.
However, the opponent's movements were too flexible. He turned around and got out of the way of Yi Xiaodao's kick. Before he could stand firmly, he got down and avoided Yi Xiaodao's sword.
Come prepared!
Yi Xiaodao's eyes followed his figure and turned to his body.
The opponent's dagger was already tightly held in his hand.
"It's over!" Yi Xiaodao's heart trembled. It seemed that he was careless. With this dagger, Yi Xiaodao thought that he could not avoid it no matter what.
"Pfft~~! Tm!"
Although the dagger had a slightly curled edge, it still easily cut through the armor, cut through clothes, and pierced into the flesh, but it was not Yi Xiaodao's body.
The soldier bumped into the back of Yi Xiaodao, and the sharp knife pierced the abdomen of another Shangwuying soldier. The huge momentum also knocked the soldier away and fell to the ground.
With a "clang" sound, the long knife in the soldier's hand fell down, straight down Yi Xiaodao's back, and fell to the ground. There was a huge gash in the clothes on Yi Xiaodao's back.
"What's going on?" Yi Xiaodao turned around in a hurry and looked warily at the two people hugging each other behind him.
The two seemed to be struggling together, and gradually, the knocked down soldier fell to the ground, motionless. But this man slowly stood up and stabbed the dagger in his hand one by one, regardless of whether the opponent was dead or not.
"Saved me?" Yi Xiaodao couldn't believe that his life was actually saved by this man. If he was hit by the knife from behind, it would not be a matter of one hand or one foot.
I am afraid that I will become the first Duke of Daqi to die in the roar of the camp.
I don't know how many times he was stabbed so hard before the soldier got up from the body and did nothing but continued to stare at Yi Xiaodao.
"Take you out of the camp?" Yi Xiaodao continued to ask tentatively.
The other party nodded, with no other expression on his face. He just walked to the front of Yi Xiaodao in two steps, letting Yi Xiaodao stare at him.
Yi Xiaodao guessed what he meant, and slowly lowered the Siqing Sword in his hand: "Let's go, get out."
"Mo Pengju."
"Ah? What did you say?" Yi Xiaodao didn't hear clearly and turned around to ask.
"Mo Pengju, my name." The soldier repeated it again.
Yi Xiaodao looked at him and smiled: "Good name, not bad." As he said that, he continued to clear the way ahead.
When other crazy Shangwu Camp soldiers rushed over, Yi Xiaodao carefully observed them first, but if they were so crazy that they couldn't control themselves, Yi Xiaodao would kill them directly with his sword in hand and without mercy.
Another soldier rushed over. Just as Yi Xiaodao raised his hand, he heard Mo Pengju say from behind: "Don't kill."
