Today, the ride that Guo Xing is riding under his crotch is no longer the high-headed horse of Western Xinjiang that he did before. Now the war horse under the crotch of the little marquis Guo Xing is all oily and bright jujube red, with a short back and high shoulders, a wide forehead and a large nose, four complete and wide hooves, and well-proportioned and beautiful muscle lines; Even ordinary people who don't know how to horses will know that this is a rare horse.

This jujube-red iron horse is a weak crown gift given to Guo Xing by Emperor Zhou Yuanqing of Northern Yan Tianyou. This horse was originally a tribute from the black-clothed food merchant group, and Zhou Yuanqing in recognition of Guo Xiao's immortal exploits in guarding the East Customs for many years, this will reluctantly cut his love and give this incomparable foreign BMW to his only son Guo Xing.

At this time, Guo Xing, who was riding on horseback, tightly tightened the reins with his left hand, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, leaned forward slightly, and used a posture that was almost half-squatting to make his body parallel to the neck of the war horse, and his buttocks did not fall on the saddle. This charging posture can not only reduce the chance of being attacked by stray arrows, but also stabilize the body while charging at high speed, which is conducive to the stability of the knight's attack.

Feng Lianye, the general of the forward battalion who charged behind him, was also the first time to see the little marquis Guo Xing, wearing armor and straddle the horse to kill the enemy; Originally, I thought that he was just a dumb boy who was idle all day long, but when I saw his charging posture today, I suddenly felt a sense of admiration in my heart.

The male son of the Guo family in Beiyan will charge forward in every battle, which is also the ancestral training handed down by the ancestors of the Guo family in Beiyan. Guo Xiao did this when he was young, and now that he is older, the task of taking the lead has been handed over to his son. Guo Xiao, who led the Chinese army behind, saw his son Guo Xing taking the lead, with excitement on his face, and his body rushed straight to the direction of the Flying Bear Army camp like an arrow off the string, and suddenly felt comforted.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, when Tiehua Lu carried the murderous Guo Xing, when he appeared at the gate of the Flying Bear Barracks, it was like a scoop of cold water poured into the boiling oil pot, and the mourning hangers present were suddenly in a mess.

The four guys pretended to be 'mourners', and at this time they couldn't care about the filial piety hat that fell to the ground, and they ran and roared heartbreakingly:

"Someone! There is an enemy attack! Ring the alarm bells! ”

These four are specially picked out loud voices, and they really live up to expectations at this time: the four people shouted in unison, which instantly shocked the entire camp into a chicken, flying and jumping dogs; Even Guo Xing, who rushed to the scene with a murderous aura, was stunned by their crying father and mother's posture.

Just when Guo Xing was stunned, the cavalry of the forward battalion of the Pingbei Army behind him, under the leadership of Feng Lianye, crashed into the camp of the Flying Tiger Army, and for a while, the shouts of killing, begging for mercy, and exclamations were chaotic, which woke up the stunned little marquis Guo Xing instantly, he only shook his head, and then joined the battle group with a gun.

In his heart, it should have been a bloody battle or a one-sided slaughter of the stealing camp, but he never expected that it was only half a pillar of incense, and it was already coming to an end. Guo Xing looked at the dignitaries and nobles who were kneeling on the ground around him, looking like they didn't care about themselves, and couldn't help but feel funny in his heart: Yes, he was so bored that he wanted to identify with his own eyes that his Beiyan spies were coming.

"Little Hou Ye, there are not a few flying bear sergeants left in this camp, and as soon as Yan Chongwu died, they all ran away immediately. Our brothers rushed and collided, and without even the slightest decent resistance, they all surrendered......"

When Guo Xing heard Feng Lianye's return, he suddenly shouted in his heart! In his opinion, if this is the case, then this Flying Bear Army camp is an empty camp, and those tenacious and fierce Flying Bear Sergeants are really flying separately when disaster comes? If not, then there must be some traps and ambushes in this empty camp at this time! I was only afraid of being a little reckless this time, and I only cared about greed, so I rushed in regardless of it...... I regret that I shouldn't have listened to my father in the first place...

"Young Marquis, there is a young general in the north who is resisting in front of the pyre, the brothers are not sure for a while, did they shoot directly? Or do you want to leave a living mouth to inquire about the situation? ”

Feng Lianye's words can be regarded as waking up Guo Xing from the anxiety of 'middle scheme'! He had already been shocked by the thought he had just born, and he was sweating like rain; Now when he heard that there were still living mouths resisting, he immediately scolded himself for being too cautious.

"Don't be busy, I'll go over and see for myself."

With that, he turned over and dismounted, dragged the spear in his right hand, and walked to the pyre in the middle of the camp.

Under the pyre stood a young man with a good silver spear, whose face was very clean, although he was covered in blood at this time. The young general was gritting his teeth, standing with his gun in hand, alone and guarding the corpse on the pyre behind him. This scene fell in Guo Xing's eyes, and he only felt a little moved and a little pity......

"In the Xiaping Northern Army Guo Xing, dare to ask this little general's surname?"

Guo Xing took a closer look, and felt that the face of this silver-speared young general was very familiar; After thinking about it again, it suddenly dawned on me: this little general was the guard under Yan Chongwu in front of the Donghai Customs. It was he who helped Yan Chongwu, who was wounded by an arrow, back on horseback.

"I am the commander of the guard battalion under the command of Yan Chongwu, the commander of the Flying Bear Army, Fang Junping! You Beiyan dogs don't have to bother to talk, you want to fight! ”

After saying that, Fang Junping shook the spear in his hand and put on the appearance of wanting to fight the trapped beast.

Guo Xing stretched out his hand to stop Feng Lianye, who was holding a bow and arrows beside him, and said with a smile to the soldiers of the Pingbei Army around him:

"Guo Mou's most important hero in his life, now the Flying Bear Army is scattered, but this guard battalion commander can be loyal to his duties and protect his own general, he can really be called a hero at that time! It's a pity for such a hero to die under the indiscriminate arrows, come and ......."

Speaking of this, Guo Xing waved his hand around, and the soldiers of the Pingbei Army automatically divided a circular open space:

"You and I are the same age, it's rare that you also use guns, and I also use guns, how about we have a big gun and a gun? No matter what the final victory or defeat is, Ben will bury the two of you! ”

After that, Guo Xing's big gun shook, his left hand was in front and his right hand was behind, his knees sank slightly, his legs were divided into lunges, the sole of his right foot stepped on the ground hard, and the grip of his back hand shook gently, and the tip of the gun suddenly shook out an arc phantom. With a 'look at the gun'! Guo Xing took two steps under his feet, his back hand and waist rod worked together, and the tip of the spear went straight to Fang Junping's throat.

Fang Junping does not have such a handsome skill as him, nor does he have the master of this authentic Zhongping big gun, but with the fighting instinct honed on the battlefield, the martial arts that come from fighting with a knife and a gun. Although he knew that his martial arts were mediocre, in the face of the menacing opponent, he still shouted, 'It's good', and then he erected the gun and flicked it forward, pinning the unclear gun head to his own flower gun.

As soon as the tip of the gun made contact with the barrel of the gun, Fang Junping turned his body with the unloaded force, approaching Guo Xing like a spinning top, and then raised his toes slightly and turned slightly, and then he lowered his body and deceived Guo Xing's gun-style inner perimeter. Immediately, he moved forward with his back hand and his front hand back, and gently picked up the end of the gun, and the tip of the gun naturally let him behind his back, but the end of the gun had reached Guo Xing's jaw......

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, Guo Xing took three steps back and spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth. However, Fang Junping had already put away the gun and stood on the right side of his body, and there was no pursuit of him, but he just walked back to the pyre, looking neither sad nor happy.

In fact, when it comes to guns, ten Fang Junping are tied together, and they may not be Guo Xing's opponents.

The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, and it is a combination of the advantages of swords and clubs, and there are all kinds of stabbing and sweeping; And because of the barrel of the gun, it is more convenient to widen the distance between the enemy and us, the so-called one inch long and one inch strong, even if it is placed on the battlefield, the same is true.

If you talk about breaking the gun with a gun, it is nothing more than a contest between the two in terms of basic skills and talent. Guo Xing's Liuhe Zhongping gun pays attention to 'the root does not leave the waist, and the three tips are opposite each other (the tip of the nose and the tip of the gun and the tip of the toe)'. There is an old saying on the battlefield that talks about his pistol technique: the middle flat gun, the king of the gun, and a dim sum shot is the most difficult to defend. And Guo Xing has been practicing since he was a child, and today, this big gun in his hands can be called a move at will, as skilled as an arm and a finger.

The reason why Fang Junping injured his jaw in a mistake this time was because he was using his own gun to guess the opponent's gun moves. He thought that under his own first, the opponent would naturally choose to use his moves to find the flaws in his moves, and fight with him for dozens of rounds.

But he never expected that he Fang Junping had never learned gun tricks at all, and he chose the flower gun only because he liked the flexibility and lightness of the gun. In the face of Guo Xing's move, which was a purely natural Zhongping gun, Fang Junping not only did not have the idea of breaking the move, but turned around like a spinning top and drilled into the opponent's inner circle, and with a backhand pick on the barrel of the gun, he picked the opponent's jaw in Guo Xing's eyes full of surprise.

It can also be said that this is a showdown between Ye Luzi and orthodox martial arts. At least in the first round, Noluko won.

Guo Xing, who took three steps back, vomited two mouthfuls of blood, reached out and touched his teeth, and found that there was no looseness, only the gums were bleeding, and he suddenly felt lucky. Then he shook his stunned head, spit out a mouthful of bloodshot saliva, and smiled at Fang Junping:

"Interesting, come again!"

This time, Guo Xing was already ready, and after only two hands, Fang Junping, who was born in Yeluzi, was suppressed and had no power to fight back. His unexpected methods, if placed on the battlefield, are somewhat unique; But at this time, Guo Xing, a veteran expert of more than 20 years, has figured out the way, and suddenly it seems a little useless.

Guo Xing's gun never left his waist, and with only his delicate footsteps and the shaking of the tip of the gun, he picked out all the leather armor on Fang Junping's body. In the repeated cheers of the surrounding soldiers, Fang Junping's only remaining middle coat also began to reveal a little bloodstains, and with his movements of supporting left and right, a large area was soaked red in a blink of an eye.

Guo Xingben didn't have the intention to kill, but after understanding the other party's ability, he began to look like a naughty boy, and the tip of the gun went into the flesh, leaving behind a bloodstain that looked seeping, in fact, it was just some skin trauma.

Fang Junping, who was covered in blood, his originally slightly pale face was now even more bloodless. He held on to the barrel of the gun in his hand and struggled to support his body, sweat falling from his forehead to the ground as he kept wheezing.

"Alright, that's it. Come a few people, go to the pyre to invite the body of Yan Chongwu down to the general, and I personally cut off the head of this Yan Shuai and hang it above the flag of my Northern Yan King. In this way, as long as the puppet emperor Yan Hunt in Fengjing City saw it, he would immediately be frightened and scattered, and maybe he would directly open the city and surrender! ”

These words were originally said to Feng Lian and the other forward battalion brothers, but when Fang Junping, who was already at the end of the crossbow, heard it, he immediately took out a finely crafted high-grade fire sickle from his arms, blew it and lit it, threw it on the firewood pile in the rear, and under the igniting skyrocketing fire, he rushed towards Guo Xing again.

When Guo Xing saw that the 'intimidation prop' was destroyed, he suddenly regretted it in his heart. He looked at Fang Junping, who was like a madman with blood-filled pupils, and sighed, and he didn't know whether it was the body that was burning on the pyre, or the other party Junping, and said in a low voice:

"It's a pity ......"

After saying that, he fought with his waist and abdomen, pressed the big gun tightly to his side, and turned a gorgeous circle like Fang Junping......

'......'

Fang Junping's waist was cut by Guo Xing's powerful spear tip, and a big wound was opened. Guo Xing, who was seriously injured, suddenly stagnated, and after a few breaths, the wound 'plopped', and a blue-gray intestine flowed out......