Small wars, there is no such thing as a small number, and it is impossible to talk about the time of the day, but Fu Qi Mountain occupies the best geographical advantage, there is no doubt.
More than 20 military scouts were thrown into the mountains, and it was very difficult to capture the military information of the fighters that would benefit the battle situation, and to successfully transmit them back at the first time.
There are six beacons that are not easy to detect in Fu Qi Mountain, because the Wei and Jin dynasties who were born as military captains pursued the outer loose and the inner tight, so there is only one outer mountain, the beacon originally had only eight people, and then eight people were temporarily added in one breath, half of them were guarded, half of them were wandering, and the latter was supplemented by birdsong to transmit messages, which was more secret and difficult to investigate.
One hundred and eight Fu Qi Mountain young and strong bandits, divided into three groups of soldiers and horses, the three mountain lord Nan Baoyu led the branch, eight feet strong man, called a pair of gilded sledgehammers, the least number of people under his command, thirty people, everyone is vigorous, wearing short knives and negative bows and arrows, there are really some dismounted crossbowmen climate, they present a fan-shaped rapid forward, several cautious officers and soldiers scouts soon made rapid contact with these grass robbers, because there is no one who is bright and who is dark, it is an almost close hand-to-hand combat of the short soldiers, scout's knife skills with the distinctive style of the Northern Liang Xingwu, concise and practical, and most importantly, to go desperately.
The strong man Caokou, whose martial arts are beyond the scout, is obviously not suitable for this kind of life-for-life style of play, but relying on the advantage of skills, such as an ape in the mountains and forests, he tosses and turns flexibly, opens up the distance to fight, and waits for the opportunity to attack again, the scout is always close to him, and he does not blindly attack, and is found an opportunity by the Fu Qi Mountain bandit to slash a knife on the shoulder, and he gritted his teeth and shot a short crossbow on the ground, and the crossbow arrow was nailed into a tree against the man's cheek, and this cold arrow scared the man into a cold sweat, and he twisted out the flying knife from the cloth coat around his waist while running, Throwing a series of familiar throwing knives at the mortally wounded scout, the scout who had a wound more than an inch torn open in his shoulder was unable to dodge, and several throwing knives were nailed into his chest and thighs, dying.
The man walked forward like a mountain snake, drawing an arc carefully close, not giving the scout a chance to make a short crossbow, after the last crossbow was also dodged by him volleying, the man standing behind the scout smiled hideously, bent forward, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped off the scout's head, kicked over the headless corpse, the man snapped his fingers, fifty taels of silver in hand, and after the mountain lord promised to kill, he could have a happy night with several water spirit maids in the big house on the mountain, the man was about to lift the knife and leave the scene, in addition to a shock to the heart, the head also swung forward, Fell to the ground, killed on the spot, it turned out that two crossbow arrows were almost simultaneously nailed into his chest and the back of his head, and a grass coward who heard the movement and rushed to the scene, only to see this scene of scattered souls, was about to find shelter, there were two crossbows shot at the scene, the man dodged one of the crossbows by instinct, still to the other branch through the neck, leaned against the trunk of the tree, after abandoning the knife, both hands covered the neck of the blood gushing, one on the ground and one in the tree The two scouts made a gesture to make sure that there was no fish nearby to take the bait, Both continued to sneak quietly.
This is the Beiliang scout is more skilled than the dead man's flying knife "three people become a tiger", Xu Jiajun was mostly born with mud legs at the beginning, not to mention military books, three hundred thousand such Mongolian books have not been touched, abuse of idioms, has been widely criticized, but only in the Spring and Autumn Period, countless souls who died under the cool knife, can know the ruthlessness of these enemies on the battlefield.
More than 20 scouts killed eight people after contacting the first batch of grass coars in Fu Qi Mountain, and easily surrounded and killed nine people with cooperation, which seemed to be a tie, but if you remove the three scouts who Nan Baoyu relied on overwhelming the brute force of the surname to slaughter with his own hands, in fact, in the case of the superior individual combat power of the good players in the rivers and lakes, the advantages and disadvantages of the battle situation are obvious to the veterans of the army who use the battle formation to check and fill in the gaps.
What's more, four more successfully bypassed the fan-shaped defense line of Nan Baoyu, and finally the two alive returned to Bishan County's side of Bai Shangyan, and successfully reported the battle situation to Su Zhen, the lieutenant of Rouge County, Su Zhen personally led nearly a hundred armor soldiers into the mountains to suppress bandits this time, and the scouts in his hands were all half piggybacked, hearing the approximate number of casualties, the real power captain in bright armor pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were gloomy, and he waved his hand to signal that the scouts could bypass the first battlefield and go deep into the hinterland of Fuqi Mountain, until they met the second group of bandits.
Su Zhen's department is an ordinary army with half infantry in Rouge County, ranking in the middle of Youzhou, but the scouts trained by Su Zhen, who was born as a scout of Beiliang White Horse, are very famous in Youzhou, and he is also proud of it.
The tongue licked the blade lightly, and his face was bloodthirsty.
Su Zhen can be a white horse scout, naturally he is a veteran horseman, so even if the local lieutenant should have the rules of fighting a cold knife according to the law, he also secretly opened the net to the captain above, of course, for this reason, Su Zhen gave two more scouts to cut the meat, Su Zhen looked ahead, grinned, the captain who had known each other for ten years later knew that the two cubs were the chicks who had only been scouts for half a year, it was said that he was so angry that he threatened to let him Su Zhen roll up and get out, and even the old captain dared to cheat.
In addition to Bai Shangyun by Su Zhen's side, there is also Feng Qiang, the county magistrate of Bishan County, who has to come to join in the fun, Su Zhen looks at him unpleasantly, and does not take care of his limp after getting off the horse, and how to travel after entering the mountain is how to march, this weak scholar estimates that there are a lot of blisters on the soles of his feet, but Su Zhen cares whether you live or die, for the sake of Bai County's face, it doesn't hurt you to score military merits this time.
The two lieutenants each led a foot soldier wearing light armor, and they took the lead, staring at each other, waiting for the leader Su Zhen to give an order.
Su Zhen is not relieved that the Rouge County of the Qing Case County can only be counted as a straggler of the four hundred patrols, and he needs to sit in charge in person, he has trust in Bai Shangyan, the county lieutenant, and Song Yu, the son of the big clan who knows the roots, but these two young people have the ability, but unfortunately the prestige is not enough, not enough to convince the old fritter leaders of the two counties, marching and fighting is not a child's play on paper, if it is spread afterwards that he Su Zhen brought five hundred people, and the two or three hundred bandits are still bumpy, he Su Zhen can't afford to lose this person Su Zhen's subordinate scouts were followed by a hundred patrols with relatively outstanding force, although they did not participate in the first batch of battles, but soon met Nan Baoyu, the two county patrols were quick to catch the mighty cause of suppressing bandits, very lightly, Su Zhen already disliked them and hindered them, since several patrol leaders with high official qualities felt that the war exploits were easy to come by, so they went to the bottom, Su Zhen himself also wanted to determine how many of these bandits can be called tricky masters, knowing themselves and knowing their opponents is not a bad thing.
At this time, Nan Baoyu, who was in the third position of Fu Qi Mountain, sat on a mountain rock, and let the two whistles with quick hands and feet count it, and the thirty brothers left nine at once, the key is that they didn't take advantage of the big fart, which made Nan Baoyu angrily knock on each other's hammers, and the sound was as strong as a temple bell, and he didn't care about exposing his hiding place, and he shouted sullenly and angrily, which was inevitably a little deflated.
However, the war did not give Nan Baoyu, a three-grade master not far from the threshold of the little grandmaster, too much respite, and soon there was a whistle saying that the officers and soldiers of the brigade had arrived, Nan Baoyu asked how many people, but the whistle was not a regular scout after all, only saw a dozen patrols swarming in sight, so frightened that he hurriedly turned around and ran, where to answer an accurate number, Nan Baoyu, as the master of Fu Qi Mountain, also knew the depth of his own house, snorted coldly, did not care, strode meteors, and took the lead in crashing into the thick front of that batch of patrols, If Lao Tzu is not a little grandmaster, he can pinch and flatten at will More than 100 patrols are led by four experienced stall players, who do not know the essence of the battle formation, but they know a little about the fur, and the formation is scattered and sparse in the eyes of experts, but there is still a showcase, the four leaders can get ahead in a county, and dare to take risks in person, there must be some martial arts, and the patrol around them is the elite of Rouge County in Qingshu County, the street battles they often participate in, and the gap between the forest battle at this moment, is much smaller than the gap in the battle of the starting horse, the combination of swordsmen and archers is quite suitable, So when they saw the burly old man carrying a pair of sledgehammers, single-handedly like a wild horse rushing out of the trough, after the stall man gave the order, the bow and arrow came out in an orderly manner, in the gap between the trees, like a scoop of water sprinkled on the head, Nan Baoyu laughed unscrupulously, relying on the knotted spirit of the three-grade martial artist, the gilded sledgehammer waved wildly, the golden light was shining, some weak arrows, he didn't even bother to dodge, and some painless blood was rubbed out of his body, his eyes were red, and he ran forward.
The four battle-hardened stall players did not need words, and the four of them went out to meet the enemy at the same time, but they did not come together to send them to death, and the realm of the famous masters of the rivers and lakes was competent, the four of them walked in unison, each with a knife, echoing each other, fighting around Nan Baoyu, and the second wave of arrow rain was thrown to more than a dozen bandits who wanted to reinforce the lord of Nanshan in the distance, two bandits who had never experienced such a battle, and suddenly shot out a hedgehog, when they fell to the ground, the front half of their bodies were full of arrows, and under the command of a young master of Fu Qi Mountain, they were urgently divided into two batches, Rapid advance on the left and right sides, it is bound to disperse the arrow array first, some bandits who are light and strong, especially flexible, each time they sweep forward to the landing ground, they fall behind the thick trunk between the arrow rain, such an advance, the battle damage is not large, coupled with Nan Baoyu's attention, not to mention the victory in hand, but under the premise of absolute disadvantage in numbers, there is far no sign of defeat like a mountain.
That young master is Liu Yu, the master of the immortal master of Fu Qi Mountain, Liu Yu, the number one hero of the prison robbery in Bishan County, he is the only one who runs from the front of the bandit, since he is a master of Wei Jin, who is proficient in Fu Jin, Liu Yu, who is carrying a peachwood ancient sword, is naturally burdened with many Taoist secret techniques, a piece of yellow paper out of his sleeves, and "planted" on the trunk of the tree under the painstaking Xuantong rune, gently spit out a "duh" word, twisted both hands and wrists, and the two big trees fell to Zhang Gong to patrol, not crushing a person, But it made the originally meticulous formation a little messy, Liu Yu kept spitting out the truth with yellow talismans, and the big trees were like spirits possessed, collapsing wantonly, so that the bandits running on both sides became more and more relaxed, and a few guys who were very good at light skills even whistled comfortably.
Since it is the line of life and death that cannot be escaped, and those who are afraid of death die quickly, this truth is more deeply experienced by the bandits in Fuqi Mountain than patrolling, and one side is to reap the merits of the war, and the other side is the dog that is forced to jump over the wall, not to talk about the situation, in terms of the spirit of the hostile two sides, the judgment is made.
Although the four patrol leaders were so interested in taking a grappling fight, rather than a death match, but in the face of Nan Baoyu, who was strong enough to serve as an ordinary border military captain, it was still inevitable that he would be overstretched, Nan Baoyu was desperately slashed in the back by a rescue knife, and the two hammers were sandwiched, and the head of an old stall man was crushed, and the blood was spilled, and he threw out a hammer casually, smashing a stall hand who had to temporarily block his chest with a knife after being slightly stunned and spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his body crashed into a tree, shaking and shaking, and he had to get up with a difficult knife. gave Liu Yu behind Nan Baoyu a talisman device, cut into his face, a face of flesh and blood blurred, checkmate is not dead, the end is particularly miserable, Liu Yu jumped high, his sleeves flew out of the last dozen talismans at the bottom of the box, and held the peachwood sword in the air with one hand.
Nan Baoyu, who was only left with a gilded sledgehammer, wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, spitted, glanced at the shadow above his head, and scolded and scolded: "Stinky boy, when I was a child, I liked to and pee on your Uncle Nan's neck, and I don't wear open crotch pants anymore, and I still don't change my surname."
Liu Yu swept into the patrol array, and the peachwood sword out of the sheath seemed to have no edge, but with a sword sweep, it cut off the heads of the two leading swordsmen, Liu Yu bowed his head and bent over, holding the corpse with one hand, and continued to rush forward, and the peachwood sword in his hand killed a knife hand on his side.
The two old patrolmen who survived under the hammer of Nanbao Yu glanced at each other, nodded, and did not retreat.
It's not that I'm not afraid of death, but I can't retreat, and I don't want to retreat.
Beiliang boys, whether they are officials or bandits, may not be obvious in ordinary times, but they are deeply dying, and they all have the same family name.
Some time ago, it was said that most of the dead soldiers who would be raised by the courtyard of the Beiliang people went to die, and they didn't ask why, neither did they ask why the bastard young vassal king was so cold-blooded, nor did they ask whether they should die or not, they simply died in the assassination.
Those who live secretly are often outsiders.
The hundred patrols obviously didn't expect this to be the case in advance, and the Fu Qi Mountain bandits were attacked from three sides, and there were only a few of the hundred people left The answer was quickly revealed.
There were only six people standing in front of Du Lieutenant Su Zhen.
It is six young and immature faces of the relative stall leaders.
This means that the patrols of the two counties will be one of the four in half an hour, and they are all the most skilled people The county commander Feng Qian gasped, full of timidity.
Su Zhen's face was expressionless, and he raised his hand and waved.
Without this lieutenant saying a word, those patrol leaders didn't dare to fight for anything anymore, and obediently fell behind more than a hundred armor soldiers.
Xu Fengnian always stood on the high branch, but turned his head and glanced back.
The movement of the front mountain fell in the eyes, but it was not surprising, no matter how brave and good the armor soldiers led by the captain were, it was almost impossible to take the Fu Qi Mountain, which was allied with the Immortal Coffin Cave.
But the soldiers and horses of the emperor also arrived in the back mountain.
A hundred crossbowmen, and a thousand elite foot soldiers in the true sense of the word.
There are also 1,000 light horsemen outside the mountain to chase and kill the fish that have slipped through the net.
Xu Fengnian smiled, Wang Shiwei made him regain confidence in Youzhou officialdom, and the fact that there were only twenty scouts of the lieutenant made him look at the ranks of the local lieutenant in Youzhou.
He, Xu Fengnian, can indeed go to the Beimang Palace alone to kill now, and he may even be even more domineering than Cao Changqing going to Tai'an City.
But if he really wants to protect the Northwest Gateway, Xu Fengnian still needs something other than the 300,000 iron horsemen on the border
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