Chapter 7, Shamanic Sorcery

The fist, with unreserved force, struck the cavalryman's head, sending him crashing down from the parapet.

Not far from Daqingzhuang

Perhaps, in Wang Qiao's heart, he is still desperately deceiving himself

It is clear that this world possesses not only astonishing advanced military power, but also conventional military strength that far exceeds that of ancient times in the previous world

Indeed, upon seeing this formation, the leading Hu warrior Tulu's expression changed dramatically. He shouted a few words and no longer entangled himself with Wang Yin, quickly jumping down from the city wall

Wu Ming's eyes were slightly red: "It is only the Hu people who are brutal; they will certainly not stop here... We must prepare early!"

Wu Ming revealed a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, yet said: "I am quite aware of the brutality of the Hu people, their utter inhumanity, and certain methods that one must indeed guard against!"

Swish

Just as the cavalry was about to fall, Wu Ming heard the mechanical voice of the main temple in his mind

The shaman stepped forward, grasping the hair of a kneeling captive, and a golden dagger appeared in his right hand, swiftly slashing across the captive's neck.

Upon seeing their leader fall, the trembling Hu people were filled with fear. Qin Hu seized the opportunity and directly severed his opponent's neck with a single stroke, a faint smile of joy appearing on his face

Old Wang forced a smile, appearing as if he had much to say yet hesitated to speak

to kill two birds with one stone

The bowstring twanged like a thunderclap! The powerful force of the mechanism stirred, even resembling thunder erupting from a flat ground, causing a slight buzzing in Wu Ming's ears

The early morning at Daqingzhuang is shrouded in a sense of sorrow and solemnity

Buzz!

After all, if he could really summon reinforcements, that would be a miracle!

The local militia on the earthen walls also gathered their courage, shouting and cursing, and then began to fire wildly into the darkness. After a prolonged uproar, they gradually returned to calm.

At this moment, Wang Qiao, with his arm wrapped, also came to pay his respects to Wu Ming and the others: "Please rest assured, young master, we will ensure that your companion's coffin is properly taken care of..."

The shaman suddenly spoke: "According to the customs of the steppe... your ten-man leader has died in battle, and your entire squad should be buried with him"

Unexpectedly, this barbarian was already prepared, suddenly turning his head and striking down with a blade, the light of the sword descending upon him.

The strength is considerable, at least equivalent to a master at the third level of the physical realm, with bones and muscles resonating!

Bang

The will of heaven is unpredictable

These words made Wang Qiao's heart sink, and he couldn't help but feel at a loss, saying: "What should we do? What should we do..."

It is simply that times have changed; even if Wang Qiao, the old man, discovers something amiss, could he possibly push out these few fresh forces?

Amidst the flickering and uncertain firelight, one can see the oil-painted totems on this person's face twisting and distorting, while the dark greenish-black runes seem to yearn to devour the very soul of a person

On the side of the village warriors, Wang Yin's face was as calm as water. He was entangled with the previous ten squad leader, Tu Lu, in a fierce fight, with punches and kicks colliding loudly. On the other hand, the other group of people all retreated, crowding around Wang Qiao, leaving Wu Ming with an urge to curse.

Crossbows? Armor? It seems that regardless of the dynasty, private possession of these is considered treason, isn't it

Listening to the screams around him and seeing the fallen body of Xiaoyu before him, Wu Ming gritted his teeth

The furious curses of the Hu people came from below, accompanied by several flying arrows

Moreover, it need not be mentioned that if Daqingzhuang were truly to be breached and subjected to a massacre by the Hu people, the notion of surviving for seven days would be nothing short of a joke

A sense of emptiness and powerlessness emerged, clearly missing the target, which brought a hint of surprise to the face of the Hu man. He was then seized by Wu Ming, lifted upside down, and with a sudden release and retraction of force, he was violently thrown.

At this moment, Wu Ming was indeed a master of the fourth level of physical body cultivation, possessing a robust internal strength. Not only were his muscles and bones refined, but even his internal organs were also condensed. However, despite this, he did not dare to withstand the enemy's curved blade with his own flesh and blood.

The Wolf God blesses us

Thank you, Li Zhang Gao Yi

It is of no consequence... it is merely within my capabilities...

Glancing again at Qin Hu, the young man had a face as grim as water, wielding a steel knife of unknown origin, entangled in a fierce struggle with a Hu man. Seeing this, Wu Ming let out a quiet sigh, took a few quick steps, and charged behind the Hu man facing Huang Ying, delivering a powerful punch.

I would like to express my gratitude to several individuals for their assistance last night

It must be said that although this person possesses some cunning, given the long period of peace, facing the sudden onset of a brutal war at this time, their performance can be considered commendable

Dozens of Hu people stood solemnly and gravely, gathered before a shaman wearing a deer antler mask, dressed in a black and white ceremonial robe, with a blood-red ritual drum hanging at his waist

As the sound of hooves drew nearer, the Hu cavalry displayed unparalleled skill in archery. At this moment, although there were only ten riders, their arrows fell like rain, suppressing everyone on the city wall, and no one dared to peek out. Surprisingly, the Hu cavalry managed to charge all the way to the earthen rampart.

How could an old man like me not know? Last night was just a vanguard wave. Throughout history, when the Hu people take action, there are at least a hundred people in a team...

It must be said that the outburst between Wu Ming and Qin Hu last night left a deep impression on the old man Wang Qiao

Martial arts begin with the cultivation of a focused mind, followed by the refinement of the flesh and bones. At a higher level, it involves the training of the internal organs and the attainment of a robust inner state

On the other hand, another group of people were even more ferocious. They took out more than ten longbows and aimed them, including a crossbow!

However, no matter what he thinks, Wu Ming will definitely not agree to anything

Wu Ming sighed as he saw more Hu people rushing up. He couldn't help but signal to Qin Hu and a few others who were still in a daze, "Let's go!"

In a chaotic world, even a person is not as good as a dog

At this moment, in front of these people, there are still several Hu people who are bound and kneeling, looking dejected. They seem to be the cavalry who attacked the Daqing Village last night.

A crescent-shaped beam of green light appeared in his hand, and as the curved blade passed, several local warriors' heads flew off, creating an extremely bloody scene that even caused the surrounding local warriors to weaken at the knees

Killing one Hu cavalryman, rewards 50 small merits!

If we do not receive any news, and there is vigilance, such a Zhuangzi will surely come down with just one push

Moreover, this person is probably afraid to state the facts clearly, cutting off the last thread of hope for the entire village.

Thank you very much, anonymous young master, for saving me!

At this moment, Wang Yin's eyes were bloodshot, suddenly snatching a crossbow arrow, and taking advantage of the firelight, he aimed at the wall and pulled the trigger.

Within the ancestral hall, the villagers surrounded the coffin, their eyes red with grief, while women and children wept inconsolably

Do not let the Hu people open the door, under any circumstances!

The force of this breath was truly terrifying; Wu Ming even felt that his strong lungs were struggling to withstand it, filled with a burning sensation, as Mu Ran threw a punch.

Just talking about hand-to-hand combat, a single Tur warrior is enough to give him a headache.

Go ahead! Your lives will be inherited by us, and we will cleanse that place of shame with blood!

The artery is severed, and a large amount of blood gushes out. It seems like an illusion, but the blood-red ceremonial drum around the shaman's waist appears even more vibrant...

... ....

Aligu! Go and wipe that Zhuangzi off the ground!

The voice of the shaman was enigmatic, and his eyes turned to the surroundings of the camp, where there were piles of grain in burlap sacks, as well as large numbers of innocent Han captives

Bang

In the moment of drowning, even the last straw must be grasped with all one's might

Under the survival mission of the main temple, how can one still afford to be negligent

One of the ten captains, resembling a barbarian, let out a loud shout, leaped down from his horse, and with both hands and feet, swiftly climbed the wall like an agile ape, his hawk-like nose and deep-set eyes adorned with a fierce grin

Puff

Wu Ming naturally knew what he wanted to say, and directly replied: "I can indeed write a letter, but at this moment there must be Hu cavalry roaming near Daqing Village, I fear..."

Want to leave? Ask me first

Upon witnessing the emergence of such a formidable weapon, even Wu Ming felt a bead of cold sweat form on his forehead

Ah!

Wu Ming thought this way and acted accordingly. He immediately set his sights on a Hu man who had just arrived, shouted loudly, and charged forward.

The opponent Wu Ming faced was a burly man with a bushy beard, who swung a curved blade without even glancing, with an unusual angle, fierce strength, and an exceptionally concise and decisive manner, executed with utmost precision and efficiency

He is well aware that he may not fear close combat against ordinary Hu cavalry, but if the opponent engages in mounted archery on the plains, it would undoubtedly result in a brutal defeat

Wu Ming took a deep breath, suddenly lowering his entire body, dodging a slash, and exchanged a punch with the Hu man

Previously, if the opponent's arrow was slightly off, it could have been oneself who perished

Such a violent scene left Huang Ying stunned for a moment before she finally spoke in a daze

At this moment, a cry of alarm was heard; it turned out that Huang Ying and Kang Shouli had encountered trouble

Exterminate the Han people

After all, two martial artists at the third or fourth level of the physical realm, placed in Daqing Village, would be considered absolute experts. Aside from Wang Yin, it is likely that no one else would be able to withstand them

His expression was grave, his feet moved like the wind, swiftly dodging two strikes. He took a deep breath, his abdomen sinking in a layer, narrowly avoiding the calamity of the final strike that aimed at his chest.

At this critical moment, if one does not demonstrate their value, then when will they do so

Within a temporary camp

Wu Ming casually remarked, and then he saw the old man Wang Qiao shouting loudly. Two rows of local militia parted, revealing several objects, causing a twitch in the corner of his eye, nearly prompting him to curse.

Pung!

The eyes beneath his antler mask seemed to show no signs of movement, yet these captives were trembling uncontrollably

Wu Ming, along with Qin Hu and Huang Ying, gathered the remains for Kang Shouli and Xiao Yu, feeling as though a massive stone weighed heavily on their hearts

In comparison, it is essential to advance and retreat in unison with the forces of Daqingzhuang in order to have a slight assurance of survival

... ...

In the clash of energy, the bearded man's expression changed, and wielding a curved knife, he launched three consecutive strikes with a swift whoosh, each blow fierce and ruthless, embodying the style of the military

Amidst the deafening noise, this person had a close encounter with the wall, their neck displaying a bizarre curvature, with their head even sunken in by half, clearly indicating that survival was impossible.

The surviving Hu people retreated in succession, and soon arrows flew in from the darkness again

Dare to set your sights on the Great Green Manor? Bring it on

Amidst the furious shouts of the old man Wang Qiao, several local warriors clad in leather armor and wielding finely crafted steel blades charged forward, exuding an imposing presence, at least two or three levels of martial artists in physical strength

The Hu warrior Tulu had just landed on the horse's back when a long arrow followed closely behind, its powerful kinetic energy not only piercing through the man's chest but also embedding itself into the horse's back

Only a fierce-looking Hu man charged forward. Kang Shouli, who was at the second level of the physical realm, looked at the ferocious Hu man, his courage dissipated, unable to move, and was beheaded with a single stroke, causing Huang Ying to emit a sharp scream