Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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The fact that the government was able to send people to investigate the Yuan soldiers who died in this area was essentially because they had enough manpower and the matter was important enough.

So all we need to do is kill off the government's armed forces in this area, making them too short-handed to go out and investigate.

When manpower is insufficient, the deaths of a mere few dozen Yuan soldiers are not so important.

"Then let's start by killing the nearest government officials."

……

At the city gate, the soldiers guarding the gate suddenly felt a slight tremor in the ground, and at the same time, they felt a chill run through their bodies, as if they were being watched by some ferocious creature.

Then they saw a giant black horse galloping toward them from afar.

Just as he was about to angrily order the people on horseback to dismount, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and then it was as if all his strength had vanished.

Looking down, he realized that an arrow had pierced his chest and back.

After killing the guards at the city gate, Mo Jiang did not linger at all, immediately jumped off his horse and galloped into the city.

At the same time, after taking the Aesop's Potion, his mental energy was linked with the five hunting dogs and golden eagles accompanying him. Mo Jiang immediately gained the view of the golden eagle looking down from the sky, and the entire route of the city was in his sight.

He chose a direction and headed straight for the government office, shooting an arrow at anyone he saw dressed in official robes along the way.

Against armor-piercing heavy arrows, the human body is nothing more than a fragile balloon.

The sudden murder threw the people on the street into a panic, causing them to flee and hide in all directions.

Meanwhile, some government officials were mixed in with the crowd, but they could not escape the pursuit of the hounds. The hounds, like shadows, jumped out from all sorts of unexpected angles, biting off ankles or throats.

Amidst the chaotic footsteps of the crowd, they moved with remarkable ease, never getting stepped on, as if it were not a torrent of people, but a calm stream.

"I'm curious."

Mo Jiang drew his bow without even aiming, and the arrow struck a soldier like thunder. He didn't need to look at where he hit the target.

Once an arrow is fired, it will inevitably hit its mark, and once it hits, it will be a vital point. No matter who it is, when a vital point is pierced by a heavy arrow that pierces through armor, it is often just wishful thinking to survive.

The massacre in Mojiang quickly attracted the attention of the authorities, but he was not worried at all. Instead, he found a high vantage point and began to pick off people in the surrounding area.

There was once a classic question: If Guo Jing and his little red horse could kill a few hundred Mongol soldiers every day, they wouldn't need twenty years to defend Xiangyang.

This is a classic comparison of the combat power of an individual versus an organization in martial arts fiction, which once sparked a debate that lasted for thousands of posts and seems to still be unresolved.

But today, Mojiang has an opportunity.

An opportunity to prove whether a viewpoint is correct.

"Guo Jing and I are far inferior in martial arts, but you are nothing compared to the Mongol army back then."

"So today..."

Mo Jiang's left eye transformed into a crosshair, and he fired another arrow. This arrow traveled a distance of three hundred meters, pinning an official to the wall.

"...How many of your people must die before I'm satisfied? Before you let me leave?"

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102. You only make a few hundred yuan a month, why risk your life like that?!

The officers and soldiers in the city were very clever; in fact, anyone would be clever when it comes to matters of life and death.

Upon realizing that the terrifying archer was intentionally killing government officials, some yamen runners and other personnel hid in the alleys in the blind spots of Mojiang.

They had clearly seen that arrow; it traveled a hundred feet and, with its momentum undiminished, pinned the man to the wall.

Lu Bu's archery feat at the gate of the camp was only seventy feet long.

Why should these yamen runners, who usually bully ordinary people, deal with such a vicious person?

With only a few dollars a month, why risk your life?

Mo Jiang, who was sniping people dressed in government uniforms in the city, suddenly heard a gust of wind behind him and couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Without turning his head, he swept his right palm across the ground. This was, after all, a city, and there must be martial artists in the government offices at his disposal.

Even if the local government happens to have no martial artists, there are plenty of martial artists trying to get in touch with the Yuan court.

After all, for many people, learning both literary and martial arts skills and then selling them to the imperial family has been a long-standing practice.

Furthermore, the saying goes, "The poor study literature while the rich study martial arts." Learning martial arts itself requires a lot of resources, which is naturally extremely difficult for ordinary people to obtain.

The two palms touched and instantly stuck together, becoming a channel and bridge for the contest of their internal strength.

Mo Jiang only heard a cold laugh behind him, "Dare to compete with me in internal strength... Ah!!!"

Before the person behind him could finish speaking, he felt an immense force surging through his arms like a dam bursting, the ferocity of which was unprecedented.

Several crisp cracking sounds of bones breaking were heard. In a short time, both arms were crushed by the opponent's powerful force. At the same time, Mo Jiang's internal force invaded like fire, and the newcomer felt as if all his meridians were being ignited.

What kind of internal force is this?

How could it be so violent?

With questions lingering in his mind, the attacker was sent flying backward, blood gushing from his mouth and splattering across the sky.

After a direct confrontation with the newcomer, Mo Jiang naturally emerged victorious with an overwhelming win.

Mo Jiang cultivates the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Although he has not yet mastered it and has not reached the point of having "endless" internal energy, the total amount of his internal energy is also inferior.

But it depends on who you're comparing yourself to. If your total internal strength is weak, then you should use Zhang Wuji, who also cultivates the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and the Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng as your reference points.

Compared to others, Mo Jiang's internal strength is so vast and powerful that it is truly unparalleled in the world.

Not to mention Mo Jiang's powerful physique; even martial artists who specialize in external martial arts techniques like the Golden Bell Cover are not necessarily his match.

Seeing that the attacker had been severely injured and on the verge of death by a single blow, the other martial artists also gave up the idea of ​​close combat.

Mo Jiang kept his bow drawn and arrow at the ready, keeping pace with the golden eagle's vision. Anyone within range, dressed in government attire, whether an official or a minor clerk, would be pierced through the chest by a heavy, armor-piercing arrow.

Realizing they had no way to deal with the archer, all the officials and soldiers in the city tacitly hid inside buildings.

Seeing that the Yuan court's people didn't come out, Mo Jiang continued to draw his bow, but this time he shot and killed the thugs, ruffians, and bandits who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rob and loot.

These people would often be shot through vital organs by a heavy arrow as soon as they entered a house, while ghostly hounds would appear around them to kill them.

Even if they managed to escape by virtue of their familiarity with the environment, a ferocious bird of prey was still descending from the sky above them.

Because of the medicinal cultivation, the Golden Eagle Dongjun has grown to a length of 1.1 meters. Its strength is so great that it can easily capture small creatures such as lambs.

The claws, pouncing down with the force of the heavens, can easily tear through human skin and muscle.

Soon, those who tried to take advantage of the chaos caused by Mojiang were all nailed to the ground.

These were among the better-off groups, at least they were able to have their bodies buried intact.

For those who encountered hunting dogs or even golden eagles, piecing together their corpses depends on the skill of the coroner and the body sculptor.

After standing on that high place for about an hour, Mo Jiang found that there were no more enemy targets within range. He then swaggered out of the city gate, mounted Tianjie, and rode away.

Not long after, the Yuan court issued a new arrest warrant. Compared to the arrest warrants for other rebel leaders and generals, this one seemed rather shabby, but the portrait on it bore an eighty percent resemblance to Mo Jiang.

……

Butterfly Valley, the home of Butterfly Valley Healer Hu Qingniu. This place was specially chosen by Hu Qingniu to avoid people coming to him for medical treatment. Its main feature is that if you haven't been here before, you probably won't know how to get there.

Hu Qingniu built a hut here and lived there. Apart from a few apprentices who helped him cook and prepare medicine, there was no one else around.

But today, the once sparsely populated Butterfly Valley has been visited by a large number of outsiders.

Seventeen or eighteen people were outside the door pleading with Hu Qingniu for help, all of them suffering from strange and unusual injuries.

Some had molten lead poured into their left ear and mercury into their right ear, and their eyes were coated with raw lacquer, causing unbearable pain and making it impossible for them to see.

Some had their hands severed, with the left hand reattached to the right arm and the right hand reattached to the left arm.

Some had their heads coated with a potent poison, causing their hair to rot away at the roots, with the poison continuing to seep inwards.

……

The martial arts practitioners who were pleading and even threatening Hu Qingniu outside the door suddenly felt the ground tremble slightly. Looking into the distance, they discovered that it was an extremely strong and huge black horse.

The man sitting on the horse was tall, with five hunting dogs by his side, and a magnificent golden eagle perched on his right arm.

Just by looking at the horses, dogs, and eagles, one could tell that the newcomers were no ordinary people. Some martial arts practitioners couldn't help but wonder if another victim of Granny Jin Hua had come here seeking medical help.

After riding closer, Mo Jiang glanced at the martial arts practitioners, whose injuries varied, and roughly understood what time it was.

It seems that Granny Jin Hua is already on her way, just waiting for Hu Qingniu to break his vow and heal the non-Ming Cult disciples.

Granny Jin Hua once sought treatment from Hu Qingniu with her husband, but Hu Qingniu refused, saying he had sworn to only save Ming Cult disciples, which ultimately led to Granny Jin Hua's husband's serious injury and death.

So Granny Jin Hua fabricated more than a dozen cases of bizarre injuries in an attempt to lure Hu Qingniu into helping her. Once Hu Qingniu broke his vow, Granny Jin Hua would come to kill him.

It was only after receiving news that Granny Jin Hua was coming to seek revenge that Hu Qingniu pretended to have contracted smallpox and refused to treat the patients.

"How foolish," Mo Jiang shook his head. "A woman whose husband has died, you actually think that if you don't break your vow, the other party will obey the rules and there's nothing they can do about it?"

"She clearly intends to kill you and your husband, and burn you as a sacrifice for him. If you intervene to save him, she will at most despise you for having the moral high ground, but if you don't intervene, she can still kill you."

For Granny Jin Hua, even if Hu Qingniu didn't intervene to save the person, at most he would just kill the other person, and the pleasure wouldn't be that intense.

Hu Qingniu's place of residence has already been found, yet he doesn't hurry to run away or seek help from Ming Cult masters. It's no wonder he died.

103. Hey lady, you don't want your fiancé to find out that you're pregnant out of wedlock and that the father of the child isn't him, do you?

Mo Jiang glanced at the patients in the shed, ignored them, and went straight forward, channeling his inner energy to shout, "Is Hu Qingniu here? I've come to challenge you!"

The sound, generated by internal force, was loud and resonant, echoing throughout Butterfly Valley. The martial artists outside the door felt a sharp pain in their eardrums and instinctively covered their ears.

At the same time, he was secretly surprised, wondering what the identity of this young man was, that he possessed such amazing internal strength at such a young age.

After a while, a young apprentice came out and asked timidly, "The master asked me to ask who you are. If you are seeking medical treatment, you should follow these people. No matter how long you seek treatment, refusing to help someone who is dying is refusing to help someone who is dying."

It seems that because of these patients, Hu Qingniu also regarded Mo Jiang as someone who came to seek medical treatment.

Mo Jiang wasn't annoyed and replied nonchalantly, "I had Chang Yuchun issue a challenge for me, and today I've come to Butterfly Valley to ask for your guidance."

The apprentice went back to relay the message and soon came out again. "The master has contracted smallpox and cannot come out in person. He asked me to tell you what a renowned name the Butterfly Valley Physician is in the medical field. How could you, an unknown nobody, dare to boast and challenge him?"

“Your medicine doctor saw through the trick at a glance. It’s just some novelty. Leave quickly so as not to taint Butterfly Valley.”

This is quite excessive. To belittle someone so thoroughly when there is no enmity between them is tantamount to making a mortal enemy in ancient times.

Even Mo Jiang was taken aback. Although Hu Qingniu had little medical ethics, he probably didn't memorize the "Great Physician's Sincerity" when he was studying medicine.

But this guy is absolutely eager to learn about medical technology. If Mo Jiang were to bring two bottles of medicine to ask him for advice, Hu Qingniu would most likely have a good exchange of medical knowledge.

If Mo Jiang were to come and challenge him, Hu Qingniu would use every trick in the book to make him admit defeat.

For these types of technical personnel, when challenged in their area of ​​expertise, their first reaction is to fight back directly. Any other behavior that involves evasion or avoidance of confrontation is a sign of a lack of confidence in their skills.

People who can make a name for themselves in their field of expertise, regardless of their character or medical ethics, definitely have a stronger thirst for knowledge than others, and would never turn away knowledge that is offered to them.

Mo Jiang glanced at the martial arts practitioners and understood. It was probably because Hu Qingniu knew that Granny Jin Hua was coming soon and did not want to implicate his fellow practitioners, so he used harsh words to drive them away.

If Mo Jiang were just an ordinary doctor, at least his life could have been saved.

Of course, this is only one possibility. It is also possible that Hu Qingniu really looks down on him as a challenger, but no matter which one it is, Mo Jiang will not leave obediently.

Besides the couple Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu, whom he wanted to recruit, he also saw a woman with a young girl among the injured martial arts practitioners.

If I'm not mistaken, it's Ji Xiaofu of the Emei Sect and her illegitimate daughter, Yang Buhui.

Theoretically, Mo Jiang has no right to interfere in the matter of female warriors of the Emei Sect having children out of wedlock, since it is a matter for Abbess Miejue.

but……

There's always a "but".

However, Ji Xiaofu is nominally the fiancée of Yin Liting, one of the Six Heroes of Wudang. Mo Jiang's teacher is Zhang Sanfeng, and he and the Seven Heroes of Wudang are considered to be fellow disciples, so Ji Xiaofu is also the fiancée of his sixth senior brother.

Out of a desire to build good relationships with his senior brothers, he hoped that if they ever created any new techniques in the future, he could use their names as his junior brother to obtain authorization to use them.

Take the Tiger Claw Hand for example. Zhang Sanfeng thought this set of grappling techniques was too fierce and vicious, but Mo Jiang only realized how well this set of grappling techniques suited him after using it.

Back in Chicago, he used this grappling technique to tear apart several finishers.

Therefore, Mo Jiang naturally could not let her leave like that, nor could he allow Ji Xiaofu to die at the hands of Abbess Miejue.

He treated Ji Xiaofu, then rescued her from Abbess Miejue and brought her to Wudang Mountain.