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The archers of the Qing army lined up in a neat formation, and a row of arrows fell down like a row of feathered arrows raining down, burrowing into the crowd of Shaolin warrior monks. Pity these Shaolin monks with strong martial arts, without any armor protection on their bodies, and when they see random arrows shooting, they can only use wooden sticks to push them away, or try their best to dodge. But the feather arrows were so dense that they couldn't be pulled away at all, and they couldn't dodge. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen warrior monks were shot into hedgehogs.

The warrior monk who was hit by the arrow let out a miserable scream and fell unwillingly. Immediately after that, another round of arrow rain fell on the head and face, and many warrior monks were shot, the warrior monks in the inner circle were injured, and the outer ones were directly shot into a hornet's nest.

"Shoot! Shoot these bald asses to death! Seeing the continuous rain of arrows falling, the open ground between the Tianwang Hall and the Daxiong Treasure Hall was afraid of the warrior monks who were hit by the arrows, under the cover of the arrow rain, these martial arts warrior monks were useless at all, Zhao Liangdong was overjoyed in his heart, shouting and shouting.

The open space between the Heavenly King Hall and the Daxiong Treasure Hall was full of feather arrows, and even the incense burner was also covered with dense arrows, and the warrior monks who were shot to death formed a wall of corpses on the periphery, and the wounded warrior monks were all over the ground. Some warrior monks tried to rush forward, and as long as they rushed in front of the Qing army, they could cut down the Qing archers like melons and vegetables. But no one could rush forward, and the warrior monk who rushed out was shot into a hedgehog by random arrows on the way.

Although there are many agents of the Tiandihui among the disciples of the Shaolin layman, the long-range weapons in the hands of the Tiandihui agents are only throwing knives, darts, sleeve arrows, crossbows and short firearms, and the range is not comparable to that of bows and arrows, and they can only stare dryly.

"Hurry back to the Mahavira Palace!" A warrior monk shouted.

The warrior monks who did not have arrows retreated, but the warrior monks who fell to the ground and struggled were unlucky, the Qing soldiers shot arrows while advancing forward, and when they reached the wounded warrior monks, dozens of knife hands jumped out behind the Qing archers, and the machetes in their hands mercilessly cut off the heads of the injured warrior monks, and in the blink of an eye, all the warrior monks who were injured and fell to the ground were cut off their heads.

"Return to the temple!" A warrior monk shouted.

The warrior monks and lay disciples turned their heads one after another and retreated into the Mahavira Treasure Hall.

"Go and remove the door panel, block the arrow with the door panel, and rush forward!" At this time, Cai Jiuyi suddenly appeared in front of the warrior monks and lay disciples with more than a dozen lay disciples with wooden planks in their hands.

"Yes, remove the door panel!" Several lay disciples whose real identities were agents of the Heaven and Earth Society reacted first, and began to remove the door panels of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and the wings on both sides. Those who didn't have time to remove the door panel also went to move the table, smashed the table legs, and the two men held a table as a shield.

The Qing army had already pressed up, and the feather arrows continued to shoot into the Daxiong Treasure Palace. At this time, I saw that the door panels and table panels were launched in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the lay disciples and warrior monks hid behind the door panels and table panels, pressing out to the Qing army.

Seeing this posture, Zhao Liangdong shouted: "The archer retreats, and the sword player steps forward!" ”

The Qing archers retreated, and the sword and shield men stepped forward. Before the two sides could get closer, the agents of the Heaven and Earth Society among the lay disciples shot a row of darts, throwing knives, and crossbow arrows. Although the Qing army was shielded, these agents were very accurate, and throwing knives, darts, and crossbow arrows either drilled through the top of the shield and hit the Qing soldier's face, or through the gap between the shield and the shield, and hit the Qing soldier's limbs. In the blink of an eye, the Qing soldiers screamed and fell down many people.

The two sides got closer, and groups of lay disciples and warrior monks became entangled with the Qing army, and fought fiercely with the Qing army with wooden sticks, spears, and swords.

Although the Shaolin disciples are strong in martial arts, and each of them can be ten with one, but the warrior monks who know how to form the Arhat formation have suffered heavy casualties, and the rest of the warrior monks and lay disciples are fighting on their own and do not know how to form a formation. In front of the Qing army fighting in formation, the martial arts were strong, and it was difficult to resist the Qing soldiers who were large in number and neatly advanced and retreated.

"Retreat, steadily retreat!" Cai Jiuyi shouted.

The Shaolin warrior monks and lay disciples fought and retreated, retreating to the back mountain.

"Humph! These dead bald asses! Dare to confront the imperial court! Today's Shaolin was destroyed, and my Zhao contributed a lot! Zhao Liangdong said triumphantly to himself.

Most of the warrior monks and lay disciples were either killed or retreated, but there was one warrior monk who was very strong in martial arts, dancing up and down with a wooden stick in his hand, left and right, and had already knocked over more than a dozen Qing soldiers. Just when a group of Qing soldiers surrounded the warrior monk and were about to make a dead move, Zhao Liangdong shouted: "Get out of the way!" Let Lao Tzu come! ”

The Qing soldiers moved out of the way, and Zhao Liangdong waved his steel knife and rushed to the warrior monk. This Zhao Liangdong was one of the fierce generals of the year, second only to Wang [Fu] Chen. Although that warrior monk has strong martial arts, he has many injuries on his body, so how can he be Zhao Liangdong's opponent. The two sides fought for two rounds, and Zhao Liangdong cut off an arm.

"Fake Tartar for the Tiger!" The seriously injured warrior monk held the wooden stick with one arm, supported the ground, and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm on Zhao Liangdong's face.

Zhao Liangdong raised his knife and cut off the head of the warrior monk.

"Set fire! Burn this broken temple to Lao Tzu! Zhao Liangdong shouted.

The hand-to-hand combat soldiers of the Qing army lit torches, and the archers shot rockets, and suddenly the Shaolin Temple was on fire. The Qing army set fire to the main halls and wings, and this thousand-year-old temple was shrouded in smoke and fire. The Qing army advanced up the back mountain, and some monks and lay disciples who could not escape died under the swords, guns, bows and arrows of the Qing army.

Just when Zhao Liangdong was killing, someone suddenly came to report: "Military gate, military gate!" Big things are wrong! Behind us there are a large number of rebels! And Wu Reverse cavalry is also here! ”

The shouts of killing under the mountain shook the sky, and countless people armed with wooden sticks, hoes, woodcutters and other tools came to kill the Qing army. Relying on these ordinary people alone is nothing, and the untrained people certainly can't defeat the Qing army of the Ganshan Green Battalion. But behind the common people, there are Wu army cavalry and stragglers!

Zhao Liangdong saw that the situation was not good, so he had to give up the encirclement and suppression of the Shaolin Temple, and took the Qing soldiers to withdraw from the side path.

After the Qing army fled, the common people and Shaolin disciples worked hard to extinguish the fire, so that this thousand-year-old temple escaped, so that it was not burned into ruins, but many halls and wings have been burned down.

Wu Sangui's camp, Cai Jiuyi and Yongyu met Wu Sangui.

"Amitabha! The poor monk thanks the prince for coming to the rescue in time! I, Northern Shaolin, survived! Cai Jiuyi and Yongyu clasped their hands together and saluted Wu Sangui.

"Hahaha!" Wu Sangui laughed, "The two eminent monks have sheltered the anti-Qing righteous people and insisted on confronting the Tartars for many years, which is really admirable to the old man!" ”

"The prince can raise an army against the Qing Dynasty and abandon the darkness and turn to the light, which is my luck for the Ming Dynasty!" Cai Jiuyi clasped his hands and said.

Wu Sangui said with a smile: "Master Zhishan has strong martial arts, and he is one of the heroes that the old man admires the most in his life!" ”