Trancedu River has a more famous name.
Chen Taoqi, a Tang Dynasty poet, said in a poem: "The poor bones by the Wuding River are like people in a boudoir's dream." ——Wuding River is the Trance River.
The monks around Tongtu River prefer to call it "Yellow Muddle River".
A group of monks lowered their heads and hurried forward. Under the recruitment of the Xia family, they are going to Wuding River.
It is said that Duke Han of the Shang State launched his attack on Yuanding Province from Wuding River.
The sky is getting darker and everything is hazy. In the blink of an eye, they felt a wisp of coldness, tightening their flesh and bones, and many monks began to complain, their livid faces full of depression.
The monk from the Xia family who was in charge of supervising the team looked at the high mountain top and felt the air-conditioning chilling his head, but he refused to rest.
"When we arrive at the Huangmulu River and enter the camp, we can spend some spiritual jade to find a female monk to warm our bones. Then, I won't have to suffer the same fate as you." The Xia family monk sighed, not shying away from the other people around him. Loose practice.
There are leaning trees stuck on the strange stone wall, and the crows on the branches stare directly at the monks under their wings. Soon, the crows began to make a loud noise. .c
"Pulling!" - "Pulling!"
There were sounds in the darkness.
Before the Xia family monks could react, the surrounding jungle suddenly burst into flames.
The silhouettes of a group of strangers appeared in the firelight.
The Xia family monk turned around and opened his mouth to scold the monks behind him, but the monks behind him were already scurrying away.
"Array! Array! - Everyone stand according to the position of the array!" The Xia family monks shouted in vain, "Do you want my life?!"
The rebel army looked very funny under the firelight, with madness replacing reason. Everyone grabbed others by the neck and pulled them back, trying to break away from the team.
The strange figure just looked at the rebels calmly.
Finally, the Xia family monk felt his legs trembling. After swallowing his saliva, he flew up without looking back.
The shadow of a bronze cauldron appeared in mid-air, brilliance passed by, and a harsh sound immediately sounded.
The Xia family monk fell straight to the ground, his body not even twitching.
The one-armed man once again won the respectful eyes of the monks beside him, and everyone praised Han Qianhu for his good skills.
Han Yin remembered the killer's ruthless identity and restored the assassin's cold temperament "Surround them."
So, thirty people surrounded three hundred people.
More than three hundred casual cultivators looked at the sparse people, but no one wanted to take action.
When Han Yin broke the three life precepts of the Xia family monks and threw the jade magic weapon and other objects into the crowd, "Why don't you form a formation to resist?"
"The life of Brother Xia's dog egg is not ours." A man groped his way closer to Han Yin.
Han Yin raised his sword and pointed it at the three hundred people, "Follow the young emperor, Your Majesty Shang Ziyin, you will have meat to eat and clothing to wear. - In this troubled world, you will have meat to eat and clothing to pass on."
Three hundred people looked at each other.
"Women are indispensable. Any kind of woman is fine. As long as she can win the battle, she can enter the city to rob. As long as she can break through the formation, she can enter the formation to be strong. Especially, the women of the Shi family." Han Yin added road.
There was a cheer.
Han Yin then ordered, "Everything belonging to the Xia family monks belongs to you."
The fire was burning, like everyone's burning greed, soaring into the sky.
Just as Three Hundred and Twenty-Nine were immersed in the joy of dividing the spiritual jade and getting to know each other, Han Yin suddenly stood up and shouted in a cold tone, "Someone is coming! Someone is attracted by the fire!"
Although the twenty-nine people brought by Han Yin were nervous, they were able to control themselves.
The remaining three hundred people retreated one after another, trying to retreat further until they were far enough to turn around and run away.
"Set fire will attract the attention of other teams. I have thought of it a long time ago." Han Yin stuck his sword on the ground. "The fact that I didn't leave means that no one on the other side is better than me in cultivation."
Everyone slowly looked at Han Yin.
The firelight stretched the man's figure longer and longer, and the next moment it filled the eyes of 329 people, as well as their wavering hearts.
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With an anger that never left him, Han Yin ordered, "Whatever you kill is what you get. Follow my orders and set up your formation. Charge towards the enemy."
The sword fell off the ground, and the cold air immediately splashed in all directions.
"Everyone I hit with my sword is invincible. Follow me with the most common phalanx in the army." After Han Yin finished speaking, he rushed forward.
Twenty-nine people rushed forward with three hundred people in their arms.
A stream of red water meandered behind Han Yin, rolling into the sky.
Spiritual energy surged forward.
When the enemy appeared in front of Han Yin, the enemy had not yet realized what was going on.
Han Yin took out the military flag from the Xia family monk's three life precepts.
The person leading the team immediately relaxed when he saw that the coming person was aggressive but had the identity of the Xia family of his own family (Yuanding Province). He even thought he had met some big shot and smiled flatteringly, "Are you the elder of the Xia family? Still following the orders of the elders..."
Before he could finish his words, Han Yin's sword had already scooped up his head.
The monks facing them only saw Han Yin's sword picking off the head of the leader monk like a bone. The faint firelight in the distance also reflected the cold light on Han Yin's sword blade.
A downright chill shattered the rationality in his consciousness with a "clang" sound.
The team of several thousand people was in chaos.
Screams, roars, cries, and howls came and went one after another.
The phantoms of the bronze cauldron and the phantoms of the red water kept flashing by. Under Han Yin's charge, a lax team collapsed.
The three hundred people who were originally held hostage also became evil and ferocious. They chased and chopped people, and some even tied their heads to their waists... and a bigger fire spread.
Eighteen miles south of the Henan River in Trance, 333 people attacked and killed more than 2,000 monks.
Eight hundred escaped. Eight hundred casualties. There were nearly five hundred prisoners left.
Some people looked at the three life rings with blood in their hands intoxicatedly, smiling crazily.
Some people looked at the more than 400 captives greedily, feeling that they could kill all 400 people by themselves. No, it was four hundred chickens and ducks trampling on each other.
Some people looked at Han Yin with admiration and regarded him as Chi You in their hearts. —— Chiyou, the ancestor of the army.
Han Yin looked back at the fire.
A noble and unruly man stepped out of the fire.
"Your Majesty." Han Yin saluted respectfully.
Shang Ziyin shook his head and sighed, "Sincerity knows that a strong general will defeat ten thousand people, and only when the enemy is approaching will he know that the truth is true. - Han Yin, you are not simple."
Han Yin looked directly at Shang Ziyin coldly.
Shang Ziyin didn't care, "If you want revenge, just follow me."
Han Yin nodded helplessly.
"The monks discovered that if an army forms a formation and forms a connection, it can become a mobile formation. It can defeat the small with more, and the weak can defeat the strong. Therefore, the most important thing in an army is the formation. Once the team is broken, it becomes even more difficult. It doesn’t matter the army.”
"Han Yin, you can be brave and lead the army. You are exactly the person I need." Shang Ziyin came to Han Yin and said, "I will give you a task."
"Your Majesty, please give me your instructions." Han Yin replied without any fluctuation.
Shang Ziyin showed a proud look, "It can also be said to be an impossible task. - Go to Ancient Qin Province and ask the Jiang family to cooperate with the six major princes to attack Yuanding Province."
Han Yin turned around and looked at the monks who were cautious and respectful because of Shang Ziyin's arrival. Without saying a word, he walked toward the crowd.
"Han Yin takes orders."
The monks recalled that they had just defeated an army of more than 2,000 people. They looked at Han Yin and then at Shang Ziyin and couldn't help but hesitate.
Seeing this, Shang Ziyin comforted him and said, "Those who are left behind can follow me."
After cleaning up, the last one hundred and three people followed Han Yin into the cold forest.
