Nightfall Chapter 122: Knock the bone

The rebellion spread like a prairie prairie, and it has spread to nearly one-third of the tribe. The number of the most powerful rebel army that started the rebellion at the beginning has exceeded four thousand.

This rebel army is so powerful, it took a whole year to kill from the extremely remote cliff to a place less than two hundred miles away from the giant peak!

Although it seems that the foundation of the Buddhist kingdom has not been truly shaken, the Hanging Temple has already felt a strong danger, and the monks cannot allow the rebels to climb the mountain.

Buddha Sect walks seven thoughts. He is also a superb powerhouse in the Xuankong Temple. Since the rebellion began to flourish, he has been sitting on the mountain road that the summit must pass. Someone is currently working as a husband in front of Qingxia. Guan, Wan Fumo held the power, but as the rebels approached, he could no longer sit down.

Qinian knows the biggest difference between this rebellion and countless rebellions in the past countless years. The rebellion in the underground world was just the instinctive anger of the serfs, but now this rebellion, the serfs are very clear that they want What is it, so they will be so firm and brave.

Someone brought hope to the serfs, and at the same time pointed them out a clear direction. At the same time, that person stood with the serfs and was always ahead on the battlefield.

Thinking of that person’s name, Qi Nian's expression became solemn, and the eyes under the shadow of the hat became more and more determined. It was precisely because he knew that the person was in the rebel army that he would leave the peak and come On this battlefield, he knew that the three elders of the precepts were not necessarily able to stop each other.

In the face of that person, no matter how cautious the Xuankong Temple appears, Qi Nian is even sure that if the first seat is not on the cliff, it will definitely be shot in person this time.

On the battlefield full of smoke and dust in the distance, the wildest fighting sound was violent, Qi Nian woke up from contemplation, looked at the place silently, knowing that today's battle is about to end.

At dusk, nearly a thousand people died in several large tribes, and it was extremely difficult to stop the rebellious slaves at the other end of the meadow. The voices of moaning and groans could be heard everywhere in the field.

The war is suspended. Qi Nian and other monks look at the distant meadow with mixed emotions on their faces. In the camp of the rebel serfs, there are more than a dozen very simple tents, and the old people are treating injured young people. , There was cooking smoke rising from the side of the tent, and there was a big pot on the fire. It should be cooking mutton. In front of the tent in the middle, you could faintly see many people sitting there, seeming to be listening to someone talking.

The night under the ground is longer than the temple on the peak. Compared with the real world on the ground, it is even more tiring. Qi Nian did not get tired. He stood quietly in the wilderness and stood there until The stars disappeared and the morning light shattered again, leading the monks to the battlefield slowly.

More than a dozen ornately dressed nobles, kneeling on the meadow, looked excited and in awe, and did not dare to raise their heads to take a look. For them, the real Buddhas descended from the sacred mountain.

The cavalry have awakened and are washing and eating under the wait of the slaves. There is also a voice from the rebel camp in the distant meadow. There are no slaves, but there are old women and children.

This rebel army fighting from the edge of the cliff to the front of the peak always carries old, weak, sick family members and orphans of the same race. From a military perspective, this is stupid and daunting.

Qinian walked to the front, the nobles looked devout and fanatical, and kept kissing the footprints he stepped on. He ignored these people and quietly looked at the distant meadow,

The elder of the Discipline Academy standing on his right hand, looking at the meadow in the morning light, at the slaves in ragged but joyful clothes, suddenly felt extremely angry for some reason.

"All sinners will go to hell."

With this cold judgment, the tragic battle began again. Thousands of cavalrymen gathered by several large tribes rushed towards the opposite rebels. The cavalry on the horse wielded sharp cutlasses and shouted. With filthy words, bloodshot eyes were full of cruel expressions.

The equipment of the tribal cavalry is naturally countless times stronger than those of the rebellious serfs, especially the more than two hundred cavalry rushing in the forefront, with full body armor, in sharp contrast with the enemy.

The sound of hoofs was as fast as rain, and the blade was as bright as the sun. The tribal cavalry rushed into the wilderness hundreds of meters away in front of the serfs, shouting to kill as if it was about to pierce the sky.

A rain of arrows fell.

With the eyes of the monks in the Xuankong Temple, it was natural to see clearly that there were only dozens of archers in the rebellious serf formation, and the bows and arrows in their hands were so simple, and some arrows did not even have tail feathers. Who can your arrow hit? Even if it hits, how can it be shot in armor?

The face of the elder of the Discipline Academy showed a look of compassion. This kind of compassion is naturally a mockery, but the look of Qi Nian is still solemn-his eyesight is better, and it is clear that the arrows are not clustered. , But tied with prismatic stones.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up above the meadow. This wind was a bit strange, because it was not like the unpredictable direction of the natural wind, and it was constantly blowing, and it seemed to have been ordered to blow straight toward the tribal cavalry.

An arrow without tail feathers can fly in such a violent wind, and it doesn't need a precise head. It becomes faster and faster in the wind, and even becomes a roaring arrow!

Bang, bang, bang, dozens of dull clashes sounded almost at the same time, and the tribal cavalry rushing in the front, like weeds cut by a scythe, fell to the ground!

The cavalry who fell to the ground were rolling in pain, with **** foam in their mouths, where they could get up, and the next moment they closed their eyes unwillingly.

The armors of the dead cavalry all have a clear depression. The rebellious serfs lacked food, clothing and resources. It was impossible to create sharp clusters of arrows. Even with the help of the gust of wind, they could not shoot through them. Their armor, but the serfs’ arrows were tied with a stone, and they fell by the wind. A stone was a sharp hammer that fell on the armor, and the internal organs of the cavalry who were directly shocked were broken!

The arrow stone caused extremely heavy damage, but there were too many tribal cavalry, and the charge was only slightly frustrated, and they continued to rush towards the opposite side. The meadow suddenly killed.

This is a very asymmetrical battle. The tribal cavalry wears iron or leather armor with sharp knives in their hands, while the serfs are shabby, dark and thin, old and young, holding in their hands. Weapons are very simple and crude. Most people hold bamboo spears in their hands. Some serfs even hold bones in their hands. Seeing the freshness, I'm afraid it was the lamb bone stick in the pot yesterday!

For combat, equipment is really important, but what is really important is always people. Serfs have no armor or sharp knives, but they have courage, desire, and bones.

Looking at the cavalry rushing in like a stream of iron, the serfs were pale, but they didn't step back. They picked up the bamboo spears in their hands, even though their hands trembled as if they were shaking, but no one put them down and escaped.

Puff, the seemingly fragile bamboo spear pierced the seemingly hard armor!

Kara, the bamboo spear was broken by the great momentum of the cavalry, and the serfs whose hands were shaken by countless blood, shouted frantically and swallowed the cavalry.

The same picture took place in all the places around the meadow. The seemingly invincible cavalry fell down one after another in front of the seemingly vulnerable serf front, and then they were piled to death!

The cavalry lost the advantage in speed, and the serfs began to use their advantage in numbers. They picked up rocks, waved their bones, frantically surrounded the nearest cavalry, and then began to smash!

They smashed the cavalry's breastplate into deformation with a stone, and smashed the cavalry's head into deformation. They smashed the cavalry with a bone stick in their hands, stunned the cavalry, and then broke the other's leg bones. , The cavalry woke up again in pain, waving the knife in his hand indiscriminately, and was finally killed.

Blood was splattering everywhere on the meadow, and there was the sound of broken legs everywhere, and the serfs hissed and smashed like wild animals.

Their ancestors have lived in this gloomy wilderness for generations, and their ancestors have been enslaved by nobles and masters for generations. They were stoned to death by these people, they were beaten to death by these people, and today it is finally their turn to kill These people, it's their turn to break the bones of these people!

The Buddha always talked about reincarnation to his disciples and believers, that the cycle of cause and effect, and that retribution is unhappy, then this is retribution, this is cause and effect, and this is reincarnation.

Looking at the **** and tragic pictures on the battlefield, watching the increasingly unfavorable situation of the tribe, the elder of the Discipline Academy no longer had a look of compassion in his eyes, only anger and coldness remained.

Qinian was silent for a moment, and then said: "My Buddha is merciful."

"My Buddha is merciful!"

More than a hundred monks and soldiers from the west peak of the Xuankong Temple held together with one hand and proclaimed the Buddha in unison. There was no compassion in their voices, only indifference and perseverance.

With the sound of the Buddha horn, the iron rods in the hands of the monks and soldiers were thrust into the field.

As if a thunder blasted between the fields.

A powerful force passed from the bottom of the dense forest of iron rods toward the meadow, and the field was shaking and uneasy, as if a King Kong was walking underground.

More than ten serfs were flew up by the shock, and then fell heavily. They were shocked to death.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

The monk soldiers declared the Buddha's name again, pulled out the iron rods from the wilderness, and swept toward the battlefield. For a time, the shadows of the sticks were heavy, the monk's clothes fluttered, and the unspeakable solemnity was inexplicable.

Seeing the rebel serfs who had already won the victory, suddenly listening to the sound of the Buddha's horn, looking at the monks and soldiers, their faces became very pale, and their eyes were full of horror.

For them, these monks and soldiers from the sacred mountain are living Buddhas.

They are mortals, how can they fight the living Buddha? At this moment, a voice suddenly remembered in the tent in the middle of the meadow, as if chanting a scripture.

Listening to that voice, the expressions of the serfs suddenly became tough, holding iron knives and bamboo spears, brandishing bone sticks full of knife marks, and rushing towards the monks and soldiers.

The monks and soldiers are proclaiming the Buddha's horn, and the Buddha's horn is screaming like thunder.

The serfs are also reciting the scriptures. They are repeating the scriptures read by the man in the tent. The scriptures are very short and they are very familiar with each other. Every word is one sentence, every word is sonorous, like a real thunder.

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(Chapter 2, and then borrow the bone stick from this chapter to recommend a Korean movie that I like very much: "Yellow Sea") (to be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)