The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 157: Death to death

There are many beacons in the gourd mouth. The furthest distance between the two beacons is no more than 30 miles, and the nearest is less than three miles. Hong Xinjia builds each beacon to be extremely demanding and precise in choosing a place. Standing on any beacon watchtower, it will be visible. There are more than two neighboring Fengsui. Bian Feng looked at each other among the many beacons that stretched into force. The deer tail Fengsui located on a Gobi corridor was just one of the humble ones. According to the rule, there was one Fengshou, two deputy marshals, and four Fengsui. After Beimang knocked off the pass. Luwei Fengsui added another five beacons and a stage horse. Luwei Fengsui is located on the left side of Hulukou and belongs to the Zhaibao group with Zhonggu Village as its core. A large-scale attack and infestation by the reckless riders, but the beacons of Luwei Fengsuo can already clearly feel the approach of the war. Those swarms of northern reckless riders in the iron armor appeared in the vicinity to explore the terrain. Yesterday they were more bold and bold. More than a dozen scouts riding Beimang, Fengsui suddenly entered facing the deer tail. The distance between the two sides was less than eighty steps. A dozen of Youzhou soldiers with excellent eyesight in Fengsui could even see the face of Beimanzi, Fengshou Sima Zhenming. Pulling a strong bow with an arrow will drop the horse for the first rider. The leader of the Beimang scout was obviously taken aback. ""

At dawn this morning, Sima Zhenming, who was personally responsible for guarding the second half of the night, stood on a high platform and looked up at the cage called Douling hanging on the orange. As the head of Luwei Fengsui, he was different from Sui. Most of the illiterate beacon, Sima Zhenming is a well-known scholar near Zhonggu Village. The clerical Fu Zhuan Zhuan is written very beautifully. Sima Zhenming also has excellent archery skills, so he only joined the army for less than half a year. Promoted to beacon handsome. The Sima family is a large family of prestige in Youzhou. Although Sima Zhenming is a concubine, he could have relied on the Yu Yin of the garden to go to the yamen of the neighboring county as an errand. The transfer from an official to office does not take a few years. The reason for this is that The gourd breeze blowing in the sun is due to the impulse of Sima Zhenming. Everyone knows that there were eight hundred guards called Baima Yicong beside His Royal Highness in the early years. They all rode the Liangbei horse from the Xianli Ranch, and the swords and crossbows were draped in white. A, if you say that in the past few years, Bai Ma Yicong was the chicken rib in the eyes of the first-class tycoons. Only the third-rate and inferior in Beiliang would be willing to stuff his own children in, but with Xu Fengnian, he succeeded in hereditary success. After being replaced, the slightly expanded Baima Yicong was not something everyone could think of. Sima Zhenming was unfortunately unsuccessful, and a close friend of the same age from the same county was elected. Last fall, the guy was selected. Going to Liangzhou with a sense of ambition, it is said that several wealthy and good daughters in the county who were originally above the top almost recommended themselves to the boy as a pillow seat. Sima Zhenming was so happy for his best friend, he would inevitably feel that he had lost face and was annoyed. Just ran to Hulukou, which was almost the northernmost sideline. At first, those old deer-tailed men didn’t like to talk to him. The former Feng Shuai especially didn’t wait to see him, a handsome "frail scholar", and even scared him to clean his **** at night. After a fierce fight, I thought that I had beaten my boss, and I must have rolled back in a mess. Unexpectedly, the handsome man who looked like a bear beacon was also hard-hearted, although he has not had a good face for Sima Zhenming since then. But he didn’t use his hands and feet to deliberately make things difficult for him, this unruly stabbing beacon. He just let Sima Zhenming be a stove cook for two months. Sima Zhenming didn’t pay attention to any gentleman, so he recognized that. . At the end of last year, Fengsui from the various castle villages went to Zhonggu Village to school martial arts. Luwei Fengsui put Sima Zhenming on the shelves, and never thought that he won the personal commendation from Lieutenant General Youzhou. Sima Zhenming still remembers going back to Luwei with Fengshuai. Along the way of Fengsui, from the corner of his eyes, I saw the burly man with flushed face and hesitant to speak many times, like a squeezing aunt, the little grievance in Sima Zhenming's heart was swept away. Exhausted. In the beginning of the spring of this year, the scouts of Beiliang and Beimang outside Hulukou rushed to fight for their lives almost every day. At this time, the Fengshuai of their Luwei Fengsui suddenly jumped and promoted to the top of the beacon. Sima Zhenming listened. The old man in Suinei said that Feng Shuai and many of the heads of Zaomazhai Jiming Village were born and died in their early years. They must have been in friendship for more than 20 years. When they were young, all of them had been killed in Beimang. The hero of the North Mang Barbarian.

The two changed beacons walked to the watch tower on time. Sima Zhenming, who heard the footsteps, turned his head and looked at the two very different faces, one immature and energetic. After all, they were only sixteen or seventeen-year-old children. , The other one is vicissitudes and mediocre. The former is one of the beacons that were temporarily added this time. In the words of Mr. Fengsui, it is a recruit from the territory of Youzhou. It is fragrant to fart, unlike our old guys. After staying for a long time, there is no smell of shit. The latter is the old predecessor of Luwei Fengsui, whose surname is Xue. It is said that he was the first batch of Fengsui soldiers in Hulukou. After Luwei was built, the old man was the first batch of Fengsui to settle in, and it took many years to become the deputy commander. , But the younger generations of Fengsui like to call him Xiao Xue, even the former Feng Shuai said that he didn't know what the nickname came from. Old man Xue had a good temper and never cared. After being called out, he smiled and nodded every time. Lu Wei Fengsui, another deputy marshal, Guo Xi, is in his prime of life. He is the only one to call the old man Xue, and he is also a weird person. A set of punches can be beaten for half an hour with one punch. When the watch is on duty, the punches are practiced on the edge of the high platform. Sima Zhenming has practiced martial arts with a famous boxer in Youzhou since he was a child. He is roughly aware of the depth of Guo Xi's skills. Maybe the style is not good, but the foundation is solid. Therefore, after he became the commander of the beacon, Sima Zhenming had a calm temper with Guo Xi. Hee always treats each other with courtesy and regards him as his elder brother.

Sima Zhenming smiled at the young Fengzi: "Spring sleep is rare, you go to sleep for a while, I will watch for you."

The boy shook his head and smiled brilliantly: "No, Brother Shao and the others are snoring and thundering, Feng Shuai, you should go to rest quickly, I and Xiao Xue are on duty, and there is no mistake in keeping it!"

The old man smiled kindly.

Sima Zhenming has obviously experienced the thunderous snoring of the guys, and smiled knowingly: "Then I will stand by you for a while, anyway, I am not sleepy."

Sima Zhenming had something in his heart and didn't say it, maybe some will fall asleep in the future.

The young beacon stood on the edge of the watchtower like a spear, looking into the distance.

Old man Xue, the short-bodied deputy marshal, walked to Sima Zhenming's side, stretched out his hand to pinch the old and shriveled lint collar, and said nothing.

Sima Zhenming sighed in a low voice: "Deputy Commander Xue, depending on the situation, the peaceful fire of our deer tail will not burn a few times. Although the main force of Beimang Vanguard may not be eye-catching, even if they rush away. There are camps under Wogong City, but as long as they still covet the two cities of Luanhe and Xiaguang behind Wogong City, Zhongmingzhai must be their thorny area. Now it is up to who will bring troops to attack."

The old man with murky eyes hummed, rubbing his hands and asked softly: "Sima Feng, handsome, tell the truth, don't be angry, our old deer tail is actually open in heart, you are very different from us. You don’t have to wait for death here, let the family spend money on your relationship, and you can be transferred back to the more peaceful Youzhou territory. Fengshuai, are you really not afraid of death, or are you crazy about military service?"

Sima Zhenming didn’t get angry, and smiled bitterly: “Of course I’ve thought about it, but I don’t even have to think about a letter from the family in the first half of the year. Although my Sima family is a big family with the word "junwang" in Youzhou, , But not to mention the previous generation, four Sima children of my generation served in the Youzhou Army, and three of me were in Hulukou. I joined the army at the latest, and Feng Shuai couldn’t get it. The eldest brother of the eldest grandson is now one step away from the school lieutenant in Xiaguang City. The family intends to operate at full capacity, and try to help him find a plausible excuse to withdraw back to the territory. Even if they refused to leave, the family had no choice but to retreat and relocate the other four younger brothers back to Youzhou, but the generals of the Youzhou Frontier Army were not blind, and our Sima family was not really capable of seeing the sky. , As soon as the fourth brother who was born in the long room left, of course my third brother had to stay. My father wrote in the letter, but the meaning is probably that. I think it’s good, somehow there is The ten-year-old brother of the same mother, with him by his mother, will be able to support him in four or five years. Once I return to Youzhou with a sullen face, my parents and younger brothers will not be able to raise their heads for the rest of my life."

Sima Zhenming’s original bitter smile began to feel a little free and easy. After glancing at the young beacon, he looked at the old man and said: "Young beacon I dare not ask, I can’t bear to ask, but I I’m very curious about what Vice-Marshal Xue and Xishuai Guo think. Before I arrived at Hulukou, I heard that you veterans like you were the most refined in fighting. Don’t care about your achievements, save your lives and talk about other things."

The old man reached out his hand to support the cold orange moustache, his face wrinkled like a dead tree, and the gully, I don’t know how much joy and sorrow has settled in it. The old deputy commander calmly said: "Sima Feng, handsome, don’t conceal, old man I have never been on the battlefield in my life. I have never been fighting in battle, but I have seen it several times many years ago. Since I arrived at Hulukou seventeen or eighteen years ago, I never thought that I would see North when I was alive. An army of reckless people, dead in battle, the old man has lived for so long, he is the one who can't get up any day when he goes to sleep, he can't be scared, he just remembers many tragedies after the war and dare not go. Think about it. Many years ago, before I went to Beiliang, I saw two-legged lambs sold by the roadside, sold by two catties, and there were knife butchers and a cauldron of boiling water on the side. Dog meat still cost five hundred per catty, this Lamb is only a hundred dollars a catty."

Sima Zhenming looked confused, and didn't understand what to say about selling mutton and eating mutton.

The old man's fingers trembled slightly, and he whispered: "That'two-legged sheep' is a human being, with only two feet. A woman is called a'lower soup sheep', and a thin young child is called a'small bone rotten'. Some rare scholars, as long as they are not too yellow and skinny, the price can be higher, called "Sciful Sheep"."

Sima Zhenming almost nauseated, but while his scalp was numb, the handsome Feng squinted his eyes and stared at the household register stating that he was the old deputy commander of the people of Youzhou Jetliu County, with one hand. Press on the handle of the cold knife.

At this time, the deputy marshal Guo Xi, who had finished training, came quietly, glanced at Sima Zhenming, and walked silently to the old man.

Old man Xue said calmly: "It's about time. In front of the army of Beimang, it's a local from Beiliang, or a survivor of Spring and Autumn in the Central Plains. Is it important? Don't worry, the old man is not a spy, I can't lose it. From the face of the ancestors of the Xue family."

Sima Zhenming sneered and asked: "Really it doesn't matter?"

The old man suddenly laughed happily, and pointed to Guo Xi, the always taciturn deputy marshal, "Master Feng, your archery skills are equal to him. It's a long way to go."

Then this old man who used to be able to ridicule in Fengsui no longer paid attention to Sima Zhenming, with a deep remembrance on his face, and said to himself: "Back then, the Zhongshuke in the cold yamen of Xishu, just Do some activities of copying scriptures and seal cutting official seals. The annual salary is less than a hundred stones. Zhongshusheren, from the seventh grade of the sesame official, of course, Bingjing Tanjing does not have a hair. Then there is a way for us to make money to support our family. In the imperial palace every new year and holidays, there are a lot of spring couplets posted, so it is our turn to play in the bookstore. Before writing the couplets, the **** will bring the cinnabar and gold powder for the ink. At this time, I took a shot from my arms. A big pen, dipped it into the gold powder plate, oops, the pen is broken, put it back in the sleeve, put on a pen, yo, it’s broken again, just like that, it’s dipped in a dozen strokes before it is easy to find. With a good pen, begin to write the eight scriptures. After the double-sleeve is bulging out of the palace, quickly shake off the gold powder, no matter how it has two doubles, find a bank to melt it, and it will be a small gold ingot that will be happy when you look at it. Oh."

The completely forgetful old man smiled and said: "Back when I bought books and collections, I relied on these little gold ingots."

Sima Zhenming was dumbfounded, and didn't know how to deal with this remnant of Xishu who had been lurking in Beiliang for many years. Is it true that he has to draw his sword and face each other?

Guo Xi said frankly: "Sima Feng, handsome, after the battle is over, if you and I and Master Xue can survive, you should report it according to the facts. In the second year of Yonghui, I, Guo Xi, was the one who shot outside Liangzhou Pass. An assassin with six arrows and arrows from the general. But if Master Xue and I are dead and you are still alive, I hope Feng Shuai will not mention this. Since the sixth year of Yonghui, Guo Xi has no revenge. Mind, of course, believe it or not."

Suddenly, the young man on the watch, Fengzi shouted in a panic: "Kou Zhi! More than one hundred and twenty riders!"

Sima Zhenming said without hesitation: "All Sui is ready for battle!"

Although the vanguards flattened the Zaomazhai fort group in one go, killing more than 3,000 enemies, but from the coach Yang Yuanzan to several generals, all the generals were not at ease. There were four thousand people who died in the battle. How many injuries should there be? Fortunately, it is not the hot summer season when the disease is most easily spread. Otherwise, the severely wounded people who are extremely difficult to treat with the usual harsh style of the northern nomads will be killed on the spot, and will not be regarded as war dead! However, there are a group of people in the vanguard who are still very relaxed and comfortable. Most of these people are surrounded by elite guards, ranging from twenty to thirty to hundreds of riders, and they are not very old, mostly fifteen to twenty-five. In the meantime, if Luwei Fengsui’s Fengshou and Baima Yi have missed, and Sima Zhenming feels regretful, then these Southern Dynasties’ descendants, or those who are very careful about their descendants on the grassland, feel that they have not been selected as the front-run military man. , Is also quite aggrieved. Among the three fronts of the North Mang, the most important center line is that the king of the South Court, Dong Zhuo, holds the power and personally presides over military affairs. Except for the private army of Dong’s family, the rest of the soldiers and horses are mainly the elites of the major border towns, and they are under Dong Fatty’s eyelids. , It is difficult for outsiders to intervene. On the western line, there was Liu Gui, and later the Great King Tuoba Bodhisattva of the North Yard, and the eight thousand Qiang riders were wiped out without fighting. The fool went there to suffer, so the eastern line of Youzhou was mixed. There are a lot of descendants of great aristocrats who don’t want to take risks, and at the same time have to gain military merits. General Yang Yuanzan, who has always been well-connected with all forces, has no unfavorable feelings about this. Allow these characters to leave the army and actively search for Feng Sui in the mouth of the gourd to looting. If he has the courage and strength to smash the castle, Yang Yuanzan will not stop him, he is arrogant.

During this period, there were continuous groups of cavalry from different numbers coming and going from the camp, and even many small groups of cavalry who stayed outside the mouth of the gourd rushed to join this hunting game after hearing the news. It was like a **** feast that slowly kicked off.

I heard that the second son of the Xie family in Longyaozhou returned home with a full load of his eighty riders yesterday evening. There were sixteen **** Youzhou beacon heads hung on both sides of the horse's back, and two war horses deliberately dragged it. Tugging two Feng Shuai's corpses into the barracks, the two corpses dragged all the way on the yellow sand ground, **** and bloody, and bones can be seen on the back.

In the middle of the night, another group of grassland soldiers returned. It was a group of more than four hundred horses formed by the gathering of three tribes, and they directly broke through a valley at the periphery of Wogong City. These **** soldiers wielded their swords into the camp, and those swords that were obviously different from the scimitars of the soldiers were all the famous Xujiabei Liangdao! Several young army leaders laughed and dropped a few wrinkled things when they rode their horses into the camp. When someone picked it up, they discovered that it was the Xu character flag!

At the battle of Zaomazhai Forts, the vanguard, whose morale was slightly frustrated, suddenly rose in arrogance.

At dawn this morning, there were seven or eight cavalry forces rushing out of the camp.

As a large number of all kinds of siege equipment arrived one after another, attacking the lying bow city in front of you was about to happen.

A tall man with a beard and beard who could not see his age walked casually in the barracks. He was followed by a maid who was more eye-catching than him. The young woman wore a beautiful kit with exquisite embroidery on her waist. , But it’s a pity that that little scent has long been covering up the smell of smoke in the barracks. When the two people passed by, the low-level Beimang soldiers who slept next to their horses all had almost cannibalistic eyes. In large army operations, Beimang never had the rules to carry women in his early years, and it was not all for the Southern Dynasty officials to damage them. As long as the family background is enough, all the warlords who come from the royal court can only turn a blind eye. In one eye, there are ten first-class A-character surnames in Beimang, seven in the north and three in the south. On the east line of Youzhou, the wealthy children of several major states in Longyao Gusai have grabbed a lot of them. It is not something they can afford to soldiers who can't even live in a tent.

The dignified man with the woman walked and stopped all the way, looking up at the towering city of the bow from time to time, and finally when he passed a lot of tents, he was spotted by a sharp-eyed son of Diao Qiu, the latter Quickly Pidian Pidian ran to the man, and said in a flattering voice: "Big brother, such a coincidence."

The man rubbed his cheeks and beard, glanced at the scene behind the son's brother, and smiled: "Looking at it seems to have been a whole night, I can't help it, I have to go and fight. A Fengsui?"

The young man said hehe: "I have an appointment with a few buddies. This is not to take advantage of the siege of the city, each of them will take a few hot hands, and strive to jointly build a Dazhai before the siege, and then go back. The elders in the good family show up, so that they don’t say I’m worthless."

The man with a surname that was a bit weird compared to the Southern Dynasties, he didn’t comment on that. His eyes crossed the head of the third ancestor of Gusaizhou, and saw four or five young men in beautiful clothes standing together. , Obviously didn't know himself, and his arrogant eyes were a bit unkind. The man glanced at the horses behind them, they were all well-ranked war horses on the grassland. The key is that a good horse needs to be trained well. Beimang has the custom of hanging the horse’s head. When the horse is slinged, not only can the horse charge at the same pace, but also the height of the horse’s head. , It was like a whole row of eagles soaring on the ground. In Beimang, men must be superb in both riding and shooting. The craftsmanship of hanging horses is also very important. This is probably like the piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy of Zhongyuan scholars.

The man withdrew his gaze and smiled at the young man from the second family of Gusai Prefecture: "Be careful, there will be big battles in the next few years."

At any rate, the son of the grandson of the wealthy Gusai state was flattered, nodded vigorously, and then said mysteriously: "There is a surname Pang in it. His father is the new general in Wazhujun Town, Gusai Prefecture, this kid. He is highly regarded in the family. I and him are best friends, so I was willing to tell him that I quietly sent him a master as a personal guard, tusk, the master of the second-grade strength. So I said that I played with him today, although Add up to a cavalry in his early 100s, but there is that master, why Fengsui can’t take it off, he is probably able to kill half of the smaller Youzhou Fortress alone. But the kid said he didn’t want him to show up. , I’m not too hard to ask him to do anything, and the masters are also big. I look at me with slanted eyes, **** it! Haha, brother kind, then you go ahead and I’ll go out with them."

The man smiled and said: "Go."

As soon as the son turned and ran out for two steps, he turned around and asked cautiously: "Big brother, can I find you for a drink at night? I have hidden good wine this trip!"

The man nodded and said: "Okay, as long as it is my turn to attack the city, it will be fine."

The son-in-law smiled so much that his mouth was almost grinning behind his ears, and trot away.

The four hundred lai, headed by five aristocratic children, rode and whizzed away. When the family was smiling at the man on horseback, the man slightly raised his arm and waved his hand.

The four hundred riders did not split their lanes immediately after leaving the camp. They chose the fort group where Zhongguzhai was located. The general direction was the same. They only waited until they were approaching and then rushed forward separately, looking for their own targets.

Along the way, there were a lot of Fengsuibaozhai that had been pulled out by the main force, and there were chaos everywhere, and the bodies of the soldiers of Youzhou were all chopped off their heads.

These heads are all heavy military exploits.

After arriving at the destination, this group of cavalry finally started to part ways. The two best friends did not divide their forces. It didn't seem strange to the other three. Instead, they were full of sarcasm. The descendants of the two dignified families, plus Only together

One hundred and twenty rides are really shabby.

This cavalry began to deepen gradually, but didn't dare to get too close to those Fengsui who were attached to the fort.

They had actually asked someone to ask about the details of this safari yesterday. After knowing the truth, this made them converge a lot, who were originally enthusiastic. It turned out that although the cavalry had obtained real combat exploits, they were injured in their own battles. The deaths were not small, especially the army soldiers who captured the Wubao and captured the Xu Ziqi. The reason why they seem to be returning in a big victory is because these guys did not retrieve all their dead bodies at all. , Just hang on the battlefield. And all sorts of gossip showed that the beacons who looked at the size of a sparrow were small, but those archers, the beacons, were often very tricky.

Surrender?

Joke! Bei Mang has fought a deadly battle with Bei Liang for so many years. Who has heard of someone accepting surrender?

Who would surrender? !

It is rumored that even the former Nanyuan King Huang Songpu put forward a suggestion in the court after his return to see if he could recruit and accept the surrender. At that time, I didn’t talk about those generals who were holding the season and smelled like shit, even the emperor. His face turned pale on the spot. In the end, Taiping Ling helped Huang Songpu to relieve the siege, saying that he shouldn't be anxious about surrendering, and wait until Beiliang is defeated. Taipingling joked, “As long as our army’s horseshoes have stepped on the Beiliang Road, even if Lord Huang is not willing to accept the surrender, I am afraid that General Da Mang and the craftsmen behind the sword will have to protest together. No, don’t kill, there are not enough knives."

One hundred and twenty riders finally found an excellent prey.

Pang Gongzi, whose father was the general of Wazhujun Town, raised his arm and took out a sheepskin picture from his arms. The Southern Dynasty III ancestor, who was close to the surname of the man, bent over and looked at him, surprised: "Pang Rui, you can do it, even this stuff is there. It seems that only the commander on the Eastern Front is qualified to hold the good things in his arms?"

The young man named Pang Rui raised his mouth, put it away, looked at the beacon on the map marked with deer tail in small letters, nodded and said: "Everyone has a copy of the commander, a total of 16 parchment papers. . This is what I borrowed from one of them last night. It took him a long time to find it. He waved his hand and said that he had sent me away. They didn’t need it, and they didn’t look at it, but it was of no use to us. Little. Zeng Pingshan, it was agreed in advance that we can lay down the number of beacons, but in the end we will share the heads of the soldiers of Youzhou. It will definitely not work. I will get seven and three."

Grandpa Zeng Pingshan, the servant of the Western Kyoto Department of Southern Dynasty, cried out strangely: "Fuck you, are you so unjust? You and I are more than sixty rides each, I don't want to hide behind, how can I do it? Five to five points!"

Pang Rui tilted his head and gently lifted his chin, and quietly pointed to the old "riding pawn" beside him who was closing his eyes and resting.

Zeng Pingshan's momentum was immediately stunned, and he whispered to please: "Pang Rui, my brother Pang, how many years have we had **** with each other, how are you six and four, how are you?"

Pang Rui narrowed his eyes and said slyly: "Six or four points, it's not impossible, but you have to tell me who is the bearded man with a woman by his side."

Zeng Pingshan has an expression of war between heaven and man.

Pang Rui curled his lips, "If you feel uncomfortable, I will order Fengsui to attack."

Zeng Pingshan threw his horse whip, hummed heavily, leaned a few minutes closer, and whispered: "Surname and caste."

Pang Rui's expression was a bit dignified for an instant, and he said to himself: "Zhongjia, we can't find a second one in Beimang. The general has supernatural powers, and the big demon grows cold! The next generation of the kids Chong Gui had a good reputation, but after he got married with the Lu family, the echo worm of the Chong family, suddenly there was no news. There was news that he was slaughtered. However, he has a more powerful elder brother named Chong Tan. Huh? Why, that sloppy man is the seed sandalwood of one of the Eastern Front Pioneers this time?"

Zeng Pingshan nodded, his face full of worship and fascination.

Zhong Tan is in Beimang, but he is a famous person who can compete with the second son of the **** of war, Tuoba Chunfalcon, not to mention Zeng Pingshan, who has no merit, even if his grandfather meets Zeng Tan, he has to be obedient. Greeted with a smile.

After Pang Rui twisted his neck, he raised his palm high and waved forward.

More than a hundred rides, suddenly pinched the horse's belly, and began to charge.

Lu Wei Fengsui, Sima Zhenming gave instructions to eleven subordinates in an orderly manner. He, Fengsui deputy marshal Guo Xi, and two of the beacons with good stamina went to watch the high platform, and five of the remaining seven guarded Fengsui’s first floor door. Strive to shoot two or three rounds of bow and crossbow to block, and then don't have to worry about anything, close the door tightly, once someone breaks into the door, he will fight to death, and let the deputy commander Xue old man lead the charge. The other two people waited for an opportunity to shoot the Beimang enemy ride at the window of the stairs. Sima Zhenming told them to do very simple. Wait until the enemy rides closer before killing. They just want to kill the enemy at close range, and don’t expect to hurt the enemy from a long distance. It doesn't matter if you shoot one round.

After giving the order, Sima Zhenming before ascending the building glanced at the old man named Xue. The latter didn't say anything, but just nodded.

When he came to the high platform, Sima Zhenming stretched out his hand and pressed down, letting the two beacons holding a hard bow and a quiver to squat down. The presence of hands. And he and his deputy Guo Xi are proficient in martial arts.

One hundred and twenty rides laid out a neat charging front and began to run wildly.

Sima Zhenming looked at the heads of the war horses and said calmly: "It's not an ordinary wandering horse."

Guo Xi has no expression on his face, he has drawn a feather arrow from his quiver in his hand and nodded.

Five hundred steps.

Sima Zhenming glanced at Guo Xi's iron bow and asked: "Two hundred steps?"

Guo Xi said calmly: "You don’t need to tie the arrow, two hundred steps to pierce the armor. One hundred and fifty steps, three arrows are connected. Within a hundred steps, four arrows can be used. Ten steps to break the heavy armor."

Sima Zhenming snorted coldly, "Fengsui is not a fortress. It is only equipped with light crossbows and no large crossbows. Otherwise, you can see my great cool crossbow."

Four hundred steps.

Guo Xi quickly glanced at this handsome Feng with a weird expression. "It wasn't that I hadn't learned the range of the Chuangzi crossbow back then. I have seen the more powerful types of giant crossbows. Guo Xi did not say that Liangbow is not strong. ."

Sima Zhenming was panicked.

Three hundred steps!

Guo Xi took a deep breath, suddenly raised his bow and began to accumulate strength.

The corners of this Western Shu survivor’s mouth have a slightly imperceptible smile.

Two hundred steps!

Boom!

Almost at the same time, in the queue of the cavalry outside the deer tail beacon and on the watchtower, there was a huge sound at the same time.

A tall cavalryman in the Northern Mang Cavalry fired an arrow, and Guo Xi's arrow happened to be the first choice for that cavalry.

Guo Xi's head suddenly twitched, and a feather arrow pierced his cheek, bringing out a deep blood groove, and the whole ear of the deputy marshal was buzzing.

And the archer of the North Mang God was shot through his head and fell off his horse.

The distance between the two sides was reduced by the rush of horseshoes again by fifty steps.

Guo Xi has three arrows in a row.

There were three horses rushing slightly forward. Two of them were shot through their chests. The horses continued to run forward, while their bodies flew out from the horse's back and fell heavily on the yellow sand ground.

One of the riders leaned back quickly, almost all of them leaning on the back of the horse, which was able to dodge the feather arrow.

Sima Zhenming also bent the bow and shot a swift arrow, but was plucked away by the knight who did not draw the bow from the beginning to the end with a war knife. However, although the arrow was turned crooked, the machete in the hands of the son of Beimang was also Knock it off.

Guo Xi opened his mouth and said: "You can kill first!"

Sima Zhenming, who moved to avoid the three feather arrows, hummed softly.

One hundred and fifty steps, the Northern Mang Cavalry almost all shot a round of feather arrows, and the accuracy of the head was not bad, even if Sima Zhenming changed positions, he still needed to remove a few.

Except for the arrow of the **** archer, Guo Xi almost didn't move. He smashed the oncoming feather arrows with an iron bow.

Many feather arrows pierced into the orange twig behind Sima Zhenming, and the tail trembled violently, and the sound was like a buzzing.

A few more arrows pierced the pocket zero directly, sinking vigorously, and still pierced through the cage diagonally.

The two are like being in a rain of arrows.

One hundred steps!

Guo Xi pulled out four feather arrows from the quiver, and the two squatting beacons also got up suddenly. After finding the quasi-center, the bow was stretched again.

There was a dull, suppressed sound of pain from downstairs in Fengsui.

Apparently someone was hit by an arrow.

Guo Xi still had outstanding achievements in the battle. Lian Zhu Jian shot two people on the spot, and the other two were injured. However, the fighting strength was still great, but this was enough to make them feel terrified.

A beacon on the watchtower successfully shot a Beimang rider in the neck, like a blood flower.

His face was full of surprises. He just wanted to turn his head and confess to Paoze, and was immediately dragged by Feng Shuai to the ground. On his way to the ground, this Fengzi saw the man named Shao not far away. Yuan's brother also fell.

It's just that the face was shot through by two feather arrows.

There was even an arrow stuck in the shoulder.

Sima Zhenming roared: "Don't kill me?! Have you forgotten what I said?! When I shoot an arrow, I will be a tortoise for Laozi!"

The beacon gritted his teeth and wiped his tears with his arm, nodding heavily.

It's less than fifty steps, so it means that this will be Lu Wei Fengsui's last stroke of a crossbow.

Sima Zhenming, who stood up with the cat on his waist and changed places, shot another rider, and Guo Xi, who was specifically targeted by more than 20 riders, was shot intensively when he first appeared. When he withdrew the bow, Guo Xi's shoulder was still plucked by a feather arrow.

And the archer Fengzi, who had fought around at Guimenguan before, shot six or seven feather arrows through when he got up.

The strength was so great that he knocked his body backwards, and his feet were a few inches above the ground. When he fell to the ground, the beacon facing the sky was lying in a pool of blood, with one hand trembling and stretched out. go out.

But when he died, he still failed to touch the brand new cold knife on his waist that Feng Sui had just replaced last year.

"Change to a new wife."

That was the cheers from everyone at Luwei Fengsui after they got the new knife.

Sima Zhenming's eyes were moist, and he squatted down after lowering his bow and arrows to help the beacon cover his eyes.

He turned his head and asked: "Dare you try another game?"

Guo Xi, who had already drawn the cold knife, nodded.

One hundred and twenty enemy cavalry, or the rapid rush of elite cavalry, the next step is to break the door, the second fight in Feng Sui. In fact, Sima Zhenming knew better than anyone that Luwei Fengsui was destined to be unstoppable.

It depends on how many northern barbarians can be killed.

Sima Zhenming gave an order to Guo Xi in a deep voice: "I will go downstairs and guard the door. Deputy General Guo, you stay here to find a chance to shoot arrows!"

When Sima Zhenming turned and left, he turned his back to Guo Xi and said: "Even if I die all inside, Luwei Fengsui has already recovered this time. I thank you for the dead Beiliang brother!"

Guo Xi silently clenched the iron bow with his five fingers.

When Sima Zhenming was about to walk down the stairs, Guo Xi calmly said: "My real name is Guo Zhen, but now I am Hulukou Luwei Fengsui, Deputy Commander Guo Xi!"

Sima Zhenming didn't pause, just raised his hand and suddenly made a fist.

Guo Xi wiped his face with his hand, drew an arrow from his quiver, stood up and squatted down, without deliberately aiming at all, he shot and killed a Beimang rider who was about to dismount from Fengsui. .

The feather arrow pierced the horse's back through the back.

Put it to death on horseback!

Walking downstairs, Sima Zhenming looked around for a week. Five people downstairs killed two in battle, but the brother on the stairs was already dead.

The enemy rider killed eleven people and injured six.

Without waiting for Sima Zhenming to speak, the door was knocked open and swarmed in.

Sima Zhenming strode out and slashed at a tall Beimang barbarian, and drew a scarlet hole with deep bones in the man's cheek and chest.

Blood sputtered Sima Zhenming. In the blink of an eye, he stabbed the second barbarian into the chest with a knife in both hands. He roared: "Deputy Shuai Xue, take all the brothers upstairs and help Guo Xi guard Stairway!"

Sima Zhenming rushed forward all the way in a knife-bumping style, and he hurled the three barbarians on the straight line out of the door. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Old Man Xue ran up the stairs with three beacons, but a barbarian who broke into the beacon and stood firmly on his heels threw the sword with all his strength, and the entire blade was inserted into the beacon's thigh.

The beacon rolled down the stairs, a face that was still immature. He was the young man who had been on duty before and saw the enemy riding attack.

His face was white, his back was leaning against the stairs, and his eyes were full of fear, but at that moment, he always talked to senior beacons with a very small voice. He used the biggest voice of his life to cry. The two above the stairs yelled: "Leave me alone!"

The young man raised his arms with a crossbow, and fired crossbow arrows at several barbarians who rushed towards him.

A sturdy barbarian lowered his head in disbelief, and saw the crossbow bolt with the tail on his chest.

The teenager was hacked to death with a knife.

And Sima Zhenming, who killed off the door, was swept forward by an old barbarian, who was dazzlingly swept forward by an old barbarian. The next moment Sima Zhenming grabbed his neck. Sima Zhenming’s whole body The back hit the Fengsui wall.

The bleeding Sima Zhenming slowly raised the Beiliang Sword in his hand that was still dripping with blood.

The old man sneered and twisted his wrist, broke the Youzhou Fengzi's neck, and threw it to the left.

The corpse was hung on a stone stele at will by the second-tier master of Beimang who was hidden from view.

According to the Beiliang example, Fengsui’s front stone stele is engraved with the name of Wu Zuo and the equipment reserved.

Sima Zhenming, the new Fengshou commander of Luwei Fengsui.

The blood of his corpse covered the stele.

The guy who took the post of Feng Shuai, the guy who asked him to clean his **** for the first time is called Hu Lin.

It was the leader of the beating fort who died before Tang Yanchao, Deputy Lieutenant of Jimingzhai.

Before Hu Lin resigned as Feng Shuai and was promoted to Lieutenant, he had secretly searched for Sima Zhenming once, but stood in front of him for a long time, scratching his head vigorously, probably because he couldn’t hold his face to say apologetic words. Indeed, let them veterans. The ruffian said that those things are more uncomfortable than being knifed.

At the end, the two laughed off.

In the end, they were all dead.

On the watchtower, Grandmaster Beimang killed two beacons who were facing each other. During the period, he caught a feather arrow of the number one archer of Fengsui. The old man’s fingers rotated the arrow in his hand. Seeing only two ants left, his smile was full of disdain.

The short stature old man surnamed Xue calmly said: "You are the only seedling in the Guo family, you can still go, I will help you block them."

Guo Xi threw away the iron-tire bow, and slowly pulled out the bright and bright knife around his waist, and said: "Uncle Xue, the Guo family is gone."

Old man Xue, who didn't make a single shot in this offensive and defensive battle, remained silent.

There were more than forty members of the Xue family. After Chu Lushan moved to Shu, all except him, who was known for his cynical cynicism, died.

The ones who died in battle, those who committed suicide, those who were killed.

There are also women and children who were poisoned by family men with poison and alcohol.

How can he not hate the Xu family and Beiliang?

But after so many years.

Old man Xue didn't know when he found himself slowly blurring many memories. There is a plank road to the sky in Xishu, the endless bamboo sea, and the most beautiful mountain in the world.

The old man fell in love with being called Xiao Xue by those young Beiliang people.

I fell in love with the kind of heavy snow that Xishu has never encountered.

I like to stand up here, close my eyes, and smell it. My nose is full of wind and sand.

The old man asked softly: "Really think about it?"

Guo Xi nodded and suddenly grinned and said: "Uncle Xue, I didn't dare to tell you before, this Beiliang knife, holding it is his mother's hand!"

The old man stared at him, feigning angrily and cursed: "Smelly boy!"

Five or six hundred steps away from the tail of the deer tail, the two riders, which gave people a sudden feeling, stood still.

The bearded man squinted his eyes at the fight between the two figures on the watchtower. "My instinct is accurate. Both sides will have something like a master, but I don't know where to hide or when to surface. This kind of hunting game depends on who is the mouse and who is the cat in the end, who is the cat and who is the tiger."

Zhongtan’s personal maid, the secret master of Princess Tomb named Liu Daoxiang, frowned and asked: "Is the master of Tingchao Pavilion in Qingliang Mountain? But how could she appear in Xiaoxiaofengsui?"

Zhong Tan touched his chin, "God knows."

Zhong Tan put his horse in his belly, "Go, sell your personal affection to the two sons of the second family. I guess they are half angry this time. When we arrive, the two little masters who happened upon the narrow road are also It’s almost time to die."

As the tail of the deer's beacon was approaching, Zhang Tan and the woman flew up from horseback and fell on the watchtower.

The situation is somewhat different from that of Zhong Tan, but it is harmless.

The Northern Liang master who sneaked in the beacon, not only slaughtered the grand master who was enshrined as a bodhisattva in the family of the great son, although he was hit hard, he still followed another relatively young beacon, and Twenty Beimang people were killed together.

The corpses of Beimang, Beiliang, and crowded all over the floor, Zhang Tan had to kick gently and pick up the corpse of a Beiliang beacon.

Zeng Pingshan shrank his head in the corner, shaking.

Pang Rui was crazy and usually hacked at a corpse with a war knife.

"A grandmaster, plus a third-rank master! I will be beaten to death by the family when I go back!"

"I chop you up!"

Pretending to be the maid of Chongtan, she frowned, Chongtan coughed, and when Zeng Pingshan, who was finally resurrected, raised her head, Chongtan nodded at him, and then said calmly to that Pang Rui: "Okay, no Is it a master? I’ll give you one when I look back, and I promise to be much better than the one lying on the ground. As for how to explain to your dad who was a general in tile town when I go back, I will plant sandalwood to help you."

Pang Rui's face was dull, and then she was shocked and ecstatic after nine deaths.

Zhong Tan walked over to support Zeng Pingshan, whose legs were weak, and said with a pleasant tone: "Call Master Pang tonight, I will invite you to drink to help you suppress your shock."

Zeng Pingshan burst into tears, clutching the sleeve of the general, and the chicken nodded with a peck of rice.

Zeng Tan shook Zeng Pingshan's hand without showing a trace, and came to the wall stack and saw the corpse hanging on the Fengsui stele.

This big figure, who is counted by the entire Beimang dynasty, has been looking straight at him for so long.

The woman asked: "What's the matter?"

Zhong Tan didn't shift his sight at all, and said softly: "Several unknown masters popped up. It's nothing at all, but where is the real scary thing."

Zhong Tan stretched out his finger and pointed to the stone tablet.

The woman is a little puzzled~IndoMTL.com~Huh? "

Zhong Tan smiled and stretched, "Anyway, I will shoot down the three cities of Lying Gongluan and Hexiaguang first, otherwise the general of our family will let my uncle take me back personally."

The group of people went downstairs, and in their stunned eyes, Zhang Tan suddenly walked to the stone monument, gently hugged the corpse, and let the corpse of the deer tail beacon, who didn’t know its name, sit down. The stone stele.

The beacon seems to be looking at the south.

Zhong Tan left in a big stride, and after getting on the horse, he turned his head and looked at the north deeply.

She whispered: "You won't die."

Zhong Tan had no expression on his face, and said to himself: "But more than 40,000 people in Youzhou Hulukou know that they will die."

Be afraid, if one day.

Youzhou, Liangzhou, Liuzhou, Lingzhou.

Everyone in Beiliang would think so.