"Quick, the one in front is faster, faster!"

"The hands and feet are more flexible, and I'm about to climb up. I'm working harder. Do you want to make a contribution if you're slowing down?"

In the steep salt forest on the back mountain of Yutai Temple, 200 Qing soldiers were climbing up with difficulty. The front was 150 Green Camp soldiers holding swords in their mouths, and followed by 50 Han flag soldiers carrying guns on their backs. The steep salt rocks are really difficult to climb. Although there is a vague road, it is still too dangerous to walk on it in the dark. The Qing soldiers made mistakes and almost slid down the mountain.

A flag soldier was even more unlucky to step on a black snake plate there. If his companion next to him hadn't looked right and smashed it with a knife in time, he might have probably thrown his life here. Even so, it would have scared the flag soldier and his back was cold afterwards.

The person who commanded these Qing soldiers was Su Xianting, the assistant leader of the Inlain Han Army. This person was the confidant Baoyi brought by Shang Kexi from Liaodong. He stayed at the command of the Xinhui commander to guard the flag soldiers. Wu Jinzhong selected the general to attack, and Su Xianting asked himself to be the general. Wu Jinzhong knew that he wanted to compete for merit, but wanted a monk to lead the way. He attacked again late at night. The selected flag soldiers and the camp soldiers were all brave and brave soldiers, and there was no reason to fail, so he agreed.

The path behind Yutai Temple was built by monks in the temple at the end of the Yuan Dynasty to avoid military disasters. More than two hundred years have passed, and there are not many monks who know this path, and the nearby mountain people don’t even know that the old monk Qilin also learned from his former presidency that there was such a path down the mountain behind the mountain. He never thought that this path was not cared about in mind at the beginning but now it comes in handy.

The young monk who delivered letters to Qilin was named Yu Ji. When he was young, he was taken to the temple by a monk. He didn't know where he was from or who his parents were. Because he was pretty and clever, he was taken by the monk Qilin to teach him personally. This time he even played an important role in saving his master and his old man from the sea of ​​suffering.

"General, cross the two big rocks in front and reach the top of the mountain!"

After all, Yu Ji was young, so he didn't realize what he was doing when he went down the mountain. This time he was so tired that he was breathing heavily, but after seeing two huge rocks more than ten feet away in front, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When the little monk said he was about to reach the top of the mountain, Su Xianting was overjoyed. After climbing for more than an hour, he was extremely struggling. However, when he thought of the great achievements he was about to get, no matter how hard or tired he was, it was worth it. While he was ecstatic, he let Yu Ji stay here without having to go up, so as not to fight with the bandits and hurt the well-behaved little monk without eyebrow.

"Please also ask the general to rescue my master. He must rescue..." Yu Ji never forgot to ask Su Xianting to rescue his master.

"Don't worry, little monk, I will let your master and apprentice meet again."

Su Xianting was deeply moved by the young monk's deep affection for master and apprentice. He chuckled and responded. Then he ignored Yu Ji, but whispered to his subordinates, then he pressed the knife to climb upwards, and soon disappeared in front of Yu Ji.

"Buddha bless, Buddha bless...Namo Amitabha!..."

Yu Ji recited the Buddha's name lightly and stood there looking at the top of the mountain with anticipation.

...........

The back mountain is where the stele forest of Yutai Temple is located. There is no other building here except a Jinglou. Vegetables were planted in the empty mines. At this time, the vegetables in the vegetable fields had been pulled out by the old and young masters of the Taiping Army's back camp, and the stele tower was full of people. There were also many tents on the stele forest. At this late at night, everyone was in their dreams. No one had ever thought that the Qing army would come up from the back mountain where there was no way out, because a security team had been ordered to go to the back mountain to investigate, but it turned out that the back mountain could not leave at all. Duke Xiang of Song and Zhao Sihai also concentrated all the troops that could fight to the front mountain, leaving only a few battalions in charge in the back mountain.

The leading green camp soldiers were lying there when they were up the mountain and looked around. They were so nervous that they didn't dare to say anything. When they found that there was really no one to guard the back mountain, the soldiers were overjoyed and looked at each other. Without saying a word, they drew their swords and rushed forward.

"Brothers, kill the thief!"

"Who?"

An old man, who was nearly 60 years old, took his grandson and had not yet understood what was going on. He was stabbed and before he could scream, his grandson's broken arm fell in front of him.

"Kill!"

More and more soldiers climbed up the mountain. Seeing that the companions in front of them had already taken action, they were not showing any weakness, and followed closely behind and started killing.

How could the unarmed old, weak, women and children be the opponents of those fierce green camp soldiers? How could they organize resistance? Soon screams and screams sounded. The shrill screams pierced the night sky and alarmed everyone on the mountain.

"What's going on? What happened? The Qing soldiers came up?"

After being awakened from his sleep, Duke Xiang of Song's first reaction was to rush out of the house and run to the square in front of the hall. Thousands of people were placed in the square, and at this time they were all awakened by the screams from the back mountain. The crowd was frightened and restless. The campers were all in their hearts and looked in fear.

Dozens of security team members who were not on the resumption tonight and Ku Jun were also frightened and uneasy, but they did not forget to hold the weapons in their hands tightly. Seeing Duke Xiang of Song coming and surrounded him.

"Master General Affairs, the voice came from the back mountain!"

Back mountain?

not good!

Duke Xiang of Song turned his head and looked behind the mountain, and his face changed immediately after a glance. Needless to say, the Qing army must have touched the back mountain.

"Call all the men who can move, come with me!"

"Send someone to tell Zhao Baihu that he doesn't have to worry about the back mountain and must guard the front. Never let the Qing army attack, otherwise everyone will be finished!"

Duke Xiang of Song gritted his teeth and led these security team members and Ku soldiers to rush to the back mountain. On the way, hundreds of men carrying various weapons followed.

...........

The old, weak, women and children who were sleeping in the Daxiong Hall were also awakened by the movements in the back mountain. Because they didn't know what was happening in the back mountain, everyone was speculating randomly, but no one could say anything. But as the sound from the back mountain became clearer and clearer, everyone trembled. They heard it, the sound was clearly a scream of a person's death!

Just when the people in the hall were frightened, a middle-aged monk secretly squeezed to the old monk Qilin, looked around and whispered: "Master, isn't the movement in the back mountain at the foot of the mountain?"

"Um?"

The old monk Qilin looked calm and his body was filled with calmness. He looked at the middle-aged monk with a profound meaning, and then said lightly: "You can't say, you can't say."

Unspeakable?
Chapter completed!