At this moment, the pre-war combat meeting of the Eastern Customs has completely ended, and now the highest commander of the Eastern Customs, that is, Liang Jing, the chief officer of the Pingbei Army, has just walked out of the gate of the Shuaifu, and is caught off guard by the crowded scene of the streets in the city and the pungent stench that permeates everywhere.

When the meeting was held in the house, because incense was burned in the house, even if the stench was already in the city, it did not affect the lords; But now, as soon as everyone walked out of the gate of the Shuai Mansion, this bad smell went down their noses and went straight to the top of their heads.

“…… Herald, what a smell of this city......! Did the dung truck overturn on which street? Check it out! ”

Liang Jing and the adults covered their noses and commanded with a frown. It didn't take long for the herald to run back to the front of the marshal's mansion.

"Lord Huiliang, this smell should be diarrhea from the sergeants suffering from malignant diseases...... But adults don't need to worry, the official has already asked the medical officer. They said that in the hands of the shamans of Mobei, there was a secret medicine for diarrhea, and the sick sergeant only needed to sniff deeply to completely cure the diarrhea. Now they are speeding up their healing, and the effects of the shamanic elixir are immediate. At this rate, it must be an hour or so before the army can hold a pledge meeting. ”

As soon as Liang Jing heard this 'good news', he looked up at the sun that had not yet completely set, and then he was completely relieved. In fact, after receiving the news of the diarrhea in the barracks, his heart began to feel uneasy. I am afraid that because of the influence of this ill disease that broke out at an inopportune time, it will delay the fighter plane that the young marshal racked his brains to obtain. If everything can really be as promised by the herald, it will not affect the army to march out of camp.

Overjoyed, Liang Jing didn't bother to cover his nose, patted the herald on the shoulder and said:

"Good! Good! I can't imagine that although these shamans seem a little nondescript, they really have something unique in their hands! Seeing such a rapid effect of the elixir, Liang is really unheard of! Bring their leaders to me, and I would like to thank these shamans on behalf of Your Majesty and the young marshal. ”

When the herald saw that the clouds had cleared one day, he put on a smiling face and did as he was told. But it didn't take long for him to run back with a look of embarrassment.

"Lord Hui, our medical officer said that after the shaman left all the secret medicines in the city, everyone went out of the city to collect the materials for the medicine."

Liang Jing felt a little uneasy in his heart when he heard this, but this situation was also reasonable. And the big war is imminent, and there is no time to delve into it carefully. He just turned around and returned to the marshal's mansion where incense was lit, and before leaving, he said to the herald:

"The military situation is like a fire and there must be no time to delay, and I instructed all the military medical centers to speed up the diagnosis and treatment, and it is best to cure all the sick sergeants within half an hour...... As for those shamans and wizards from Mobei, if they return to the city after collecting medicine, they will immediately invite them to come to the Shuaifu to see me. ”

After instructing the herald, Liang Jing took a group of adults back to the main hall of the Shuaifu and waited for the arrival of the fighter plane.

At the same time, the pioneer general Feng Lian also fought with Yan Chongwu, the coach of the Flying Tiger Army, and finally decided the winner. Rao is an old general, Feng Lian is also old and strong, and he is proficient in tactics, but he can't escape the ruthless invasion of the years. Facing Yan Chongwu's bloodline aura in his prime and the power of the tiger and wolf with talent, he had to be defeated in the end.

And the six ruffians who didn't have clean mouths ended up even more miserable. At the beginning of the war, he can also rely on his family's martial arts and extraordinary courage to be able to navigate the siege of a group of flying bear soldiers; But after a long time in this fight, it gradually fell behind.

Because in the hearts of these two main generals, there is still an idea of delaying time and waiting for the fighter, so although the scene is extremely lively, in fact, no one has the mentality of rushing to win; But these soldiers are ruffians, and they have been in Yanjing City since childhood, and they are all masters who are used to it, and their shots are killing moves that cost people's lives. This is not because they are ruthless, but because the family martial arts they have learned are not martial arts cheats, but most of them are the experiences of their ancestors on the battlefield after thousands of bloody battles. If you can't use this kind of kung fu with all your might, it's really useless.

Since they never showed mercy when they attacked, the counterattack of the Flying Bear Sergeant was naturally full of strength.

But although such a hard-fought and solid exercise is invincible on the battlefield, it has a drawback that has to be faced-that requires a lot of strength. As their strength faded quickly, these soldiers began to be able to dance with their broadswords; But after about a stick of incense, it will inevitably bring some softness with your gestures.

It's all because these young masters are born in the same way, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and there is no young master who can't understand it. On weekdays, whether it is a fight on the streets of Yanjing, or a competition between brothers in the army, he has never lost with his ancestral martial arts; But if you really put it on the battlefield to meet the enemy for a long time, you don't need a level of strength.

Rao was like this, with only six soldiers who had little strength to go up, he also took turns to kill nearly fifty sergeants of the Flying Bear Army's escort battalion. According to common sense, if there is such a small 'combination' of six orderly advance and retreat and coordinated laws, the other soldiers will subconsciously bypass them and find some thin enemy soldiers who look like 'soft persimmons' and pinch them;

And the most important thing is that the increasingly clumsy breathing and very obvious detachment of these people are also seen in the eyes of every battle-hardened Flying Bear sergeant. These six enemy forces, with their cooperation with each other, have already killed many brothers. However, at this moment, they have shown an obvious detachment, and they will definitely miss under the wheel battle of their own brothers. And if anyone can take advantage of the other party's inattention and cut the other party under his knife with a knife, it is the time for him to become famous.

Therefore, although these six 'Killers' were extremely ruthless, the Flying Bear Sergeant on the opposite side still seemed to be dying, and kept handing over the guys to these six 'battle merits' at their fingertips. The leader of the leader, Xiang Xiaoye, was not careful, and his arm, which was already like a lead-filled arm, suddenly weakened, resisting the back of the opponent's attack, and the timing of lifting it was half a minute slower. The next moment later, a terrible wound was added to his body.

The immature look on the face of this young soldier who had won the blow had not yet faded, and he definitely looked no more than eighteen years old, and at this time he looked at the blade in his palm in disbelief.

In fact, he just waved the steel knife in his hand with the crowd, and did not report any extravagant hopes of making contributions; But I never expected that I would swing a knife at will, and I really won the jackpot!

“…… I'm ...... I hurt him! ”

The young man shouted happily, and then his throat was cut open by a knife to the young master. Until the time he took his last breath, the excitement on the young man's face still did not fade, he just lay on the ground, his eyes staring at the wound on Xiang Xiaoye's body that he had cut out with his own hands, and his mouth opened and closed in vain, as if he wanted to say something......

Xiang Xiaoye's shoulder was slashed by him, and there was no blood flowing out at first, but the skin and flesh parted a crack like a child's mouth, and the white collarbone under the skin was naturally exposed to the eyes of everyone present; And the next moment, after he wiped the throat of his enemy, the terrible wound was finally full of blood like a mountain spring. This hot blood spread along his naked upper body, and it didn't take long for Xiang Xiaoye's whole person to be covered with a layer of blood.

"! I haven't practiced for too long, and I can see gasping after a few strokes. Otherwise, you can still be hurt by such a waste of snacks? ”

Although Xiang Xiaoye is bleeding profusely, whether it is shouting in his mouth or on his face, he still does not see a trace of weakness, and he really deserves to be the true character of a husband.

There is an old saying in this Jianghu, called 'one punch opens, lest ten thousand punches come'. This sentence is far-reaching, but for the young master who hangs up the color, stretching out this knife is already equivalent to revealing a defeated appearance in the eyes of the enemy.

In the next moment, like a shark smelling blood, countless meritorious Flying Bear Sergeants rushed up in unison; After only a few waves, Xiang Xiaoye, who was full of rivers and lakes, was swept to the ground by the crowd and turned into a puddle of meat and mud.

The other five ruffians were not much better than him, and in the face of the enemy soldiers who were pouring towards him like a tide and killing countless people, they all ended up being injured after being weak, missing after seeing injuries, and being defeated after missing, and finally they also fell with a thousand knives and killed on the spot.

The veteran Feng Lian also struggled to resist under Yan Chongwu's tireless attack, and was already a little weak and weak, at this time, when he saw that his six favorite generals were all killed in the enemy tide, and even a corpse could not be left in the capital, his heart was suddenly in turmoil. This heart is in turmoil, and the eyes and resistance moves are naturally a little messed up......

Feng Lian finally revealed the empty door, and sat directly on the ground under Yan Chongwu's foot. Yan Chongwu stepped forward to capture, but was surrounded by the Pingbei sergeants who didn't care about their lives, and rushed out three meters away. There was a soldier who flew up and wanted to pounce on his waist and abdomen, and the volley had already been cut in two points by himself with a wave of his knife, but his upper body was still firmly buckled above his waist and abdomen. It wasn't until he closed his eyes that the arms that were clasped tightly around him slowly fell to the ground......

Yan Chongwu, who was forced to retreat, gave up the idea of capturing Feng Lianye alive, because he knew very well in his heart that the hand of victory and defeat in this battle was not at all in Feng Lianye's old age, or even in this Yanjiagou battlefield;

And the 'defeated general' Feng Lianye, who escaped under the protection of his own sergeant, looked at the last ray of light in the sky and did not show the slightest discouragement.

Although the two of them are their own masters, their thoughts are surprisingly consistent.

They were all looking forward to the darkness of the sky and the news from the East Customs......