The old man has the stability of the old man, and the young man has the sharpness of the youth. It is the second time that the young marshal Guo Xing, who has stepped on the 'battlefield', no longer has the nervousness and uneasiness he felt a few days ago. Under the wave of the ape arm of the vanguard general Feng Lianye, he clamped the horse's belly with his legs, leaned forward slightly, and raised his buttocks slightly from the saddle.

Feng Lian's eyes were a little red, he was originally born under Guo Xiaozao, and after countless bloody battles, he picked up a life from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain before he sat in today's position.

In his eyes, the back of Guo Xing when he charged was exactly the same as when his father was young.

While Feng Lian was still indulging in the past, Guo Xing's big gun had already raised the body of a Youbei soldier; This Youbei soldier hanging high on the tip of the gun, wearing only a suit of leather armor on his body, and not even a helmet, just walked out of the gate of the camp tent, and he met Guo Xing who was charging in four eyes. In a blink of an eye, I didn't know where Guo Xing was rooted, and his whole body was like a big flag, being lifted high and hung in the air. He spurted blood from his mouth and danced with his hands, and in a few blinks, with a wave of Guo Xing's right arm, the Youbei Golden Armor Sergeant was like a rag, and was thrown to the ground not far away at will, with wide eyes, a big mouth, and a few futile struggles with his legs, and then he could no longer move.

Feng Lian also saw Guo Xing's dazzling performance, and he couldn't hold back the agitation in his chest anymore. As soon as he turned the blade of the big sword, his left hand tightly wrapped around the neck of the war horse, and shouted 'ride', and after the war horse received the order, he carried his master and crashed into the enemy's camp.

Different from Guo Xing's exquisite marksmanship, Feng Lian also kept his body close to the horse's back, only relying on his right arm to hold the long knife, leaning down obliquely out of the side of the war horse, like a scythe of death, he kept running in the camp of the Golden Armor Army, harvesting the good heads of the men in Youbei.

As soon as Guo Xing saw General Feng's tactics, he immediately understood it in his heart. So he also changed the precise and fast gun move like a poisonous snake just now, and instead used the gun as a stick, and replaced it with a sweeping move with a wide opening and closing. The Golden Armor Army, which heard the sound for a while, was swept to the ground piece by piece, and before they could get up, they were trampled into a puddle of meat by the Beiyan war horses that followed.

Feng Lian and Guo Xing, with one gun and one knife, were like two skilled wheat kes, quickly harvesting the living force of the Golden Armor Army; Caught off guard, whether it was the main armor or the militia auxiliaries, they were like ripe ears of rice in their hands, shaking their heads constantly, waiting for the two to pat their horses and give them away.

Although the two of them killed the Golden Armor Barracks inside and out in an instant, there were still many Golden Armor soldiers who had just finished wearing at this time, and they kept pouring out of the barracks. Some of them were hangover and still woke up, and some of them had bloodshot eyes, and they looked like gamblers and drunkards, more than ordinary soldiers and soldiers. Although the ugliness of each Golden Armor is different, they have one thing in common: each of them has a deep fear on their faces.

However, even if the combat effectiveness is not strong, these 50,000 are still a big obstacle for the vanguard battalion of the Pingbei Army.

People, to put it bluntly, are just animals. And when animals are in great danger, they will have a stress response. Just like many herbivores in the mountains and forests, the butcher's knife in the face of a hunter will be stunned like a wooden chicken.

Now the same is true of the Jinjia soldiers in front of the Pingbei army: they are already stationed outside Fengjing City, which is also the safest place on the Youbei Third Road. Since they were included in the establishment of the Golden Armor Guard, they would drink and gamble in the camp on weekdays, not to mention the salary of white-collar workers, and the food and drink were also the best; Such a wonderful life has already exhausted their original vigor. And all the Golden Armor Guards believe that such a beautiful and peaceful life will continue forever. After all, their leader is Yan Qinghong, if this second prince talks about enjoyment, he can be called the ancestor of all the children of Youbei!

Tonight is no different. After dinner, the main battalion opened the gambling table as usual, and the auxiliary camp invited the Liuying Dancing Girl, and even the baggage battalion of the people and auxiliary soldiers lit torches to surround the field and began to fight cocks and dogs. The 'night training activities' of the Golden Armor Army were in full swing as usual......

Just as they were 'in the middle of their training,' the sound of horses' hooves rumbling from outside the camp. One of the officials gently buckled the pai gow in his hand and said to the brothers waiting to open the cards at the table:

"Something is not quite right outside, Lao Tzu went out to have a look. You people put your hands on Lao Tzu to put some rules, if I come back and find anyone who has touched my cards, the bones will be removed for you! ”

After saying a threatening word, he didn't even bring a waist knife, and the man who looked like a school official walked out of the camp gate like this. In the next moment, this man, who was barely a little alert, was already hanging high on the tip of the young marquis Guo Xing's gun!

On one side is a hundred-battle sergeant who carries a dignified killing machine and flies day and night; On the other side is the gold-armored soldier who is red-eyed and drunk. With such a disparity in strength, there is no doubt about the outcome of the battle.

The 50,000 troops of the Golden Armor Army, in the face of the Pingbei Army, which seemed to have fallen from the sky, could not even organize a decent resistance, and were surrounded by 8,000 cavalry. They were not brave men in the first place, and the few counterattacks they had barely mustered up the courage to organize were also turned upside down by a big gun in Guo Xing's hand and a long knife in Feng Lian's hand. It didn't take long for all of them to put down their weapons and kneel on the ground to surrender to the Northern Yan army!

Feng Lian and Guo Xing had already killed the rise, and after killing a thorough inside and out, the two of them invariably turned over and dismounted, pulled out a steel knife, and slowly walked along the camp path. After the two of them walked around again, except for the eyes that still shone with bloodthirsty light, the rest of their bodies were completely covered in the blood of the enemy. At this time, under the blowing of the evening breeze, blood scabs had formed, and with the expressions and movements of the two, black and red blood slag fell down in a flutter.

Guo Xing looked at the long knife in his hand that had already been curled, and threw it out. Then he walked up to the golden armor forbidden army kneeling on the ground and smiled. Those white teeth, coupled with the dried blood residue that kept falling on his face, were no different from the legendary hungry ghosts.

"You ...... Is it the Golden Armor Forbidden Army that rebelled with King Huai Yan Xiang at the beginning? Could it be that with such combat power, can you besiege Fengjing City? It's really unexpected...... Golden Armor ...... Still forbidden army? Phew! ”

In the face of Guo Xing's humiliation, none of these gold-armored soldiers who raised their hands and surrendered showed anger. On the contrary, he didn't care about it and knelt on the ground numbly, as if the name that Guo Xing spit on had nothing to do with him.

Feng Lian, who was also covered in blood, looked quite surprised at this time:

"These mongrels are also worthy of being called soldiers? There is no bloody backbone at all! Lao Tzu hasn't even sweated through now, you dare to put down your sword and raise your hands to surrender? Pick up all the knives for Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu does not kill defenseless waste! ”

After saying that, Feng Lian also stepped forward in two steps, raised his right leg and kept kicking it one by one. Unexpectedly, these gold-armored soldiers were also singles, and after being kicked to the ground by him, let alone picking up the war knife and working hard, there was no one who even knelt down again, all of them were like dead dogs, lying on the spot, looking at the sky with their eyes......

At this time, even the guards of the pioneer battalion who were on guard around them burst into laughter, and a few of them were so big that they almost fell off their horses.

And Guo Xing and Feng Lian also lost their temper with these shameless Jinjia soldiers. What can they do in the face of such a person?

Feng Lianye, who was helpless, came to Guo Xing's side at this time, and after muttering for a long time, he asked in a low voice:

"Young marshal, what should I do now? The old marshal led the Chinese army, and it would take several days to arrive. And we, the 8,000 brothers, have to rush to the Flying Tiger Army camp immediately, and we can't accommodate these bad goods at all...... If you kill them all, I'm afraid it will ...... your reputation."

After all, Feng Lian is also a battle-hardened general, although he doesn't know anything about the current situation in the court, but killing prisoners on the battlefield will hurt Tianhe after all, and it will have a great impact on his fledgling young marshal in the future. This young marshal is going to take over the seal of the Pingbei Army in the future, how can he leave a reputation that is despised by the world for such a trivial matter?

Unexpectedly, Guo Xing did smile, he looked back at the eight thousand cavalry surrounded outside, and then looked at the braziers burning everywhere in the golden armor camp, and said softly to Feng Lian:

"Uncle Feng is the vanguard general, and he is just a small pawn under your command, how dare he put his beak at will? However, since we are going to immediately rush to the Flying Tiger Army camp, leaving these tens of thousands of people behind, it is not a small hidden danger. Although they are all boneless bastards, there is nothing to be afraid of letting them go; But we are also a lone army deep into enemy territory, and we can't afford the slightest surprise...... Therefore......"

Speaking of this, Guo Xing looked at the raging flames burning in the brazier, opened his lips and gently spit out a few words:

"50,000 soldiers, all burned and killed!"

These eight words that were light and light decided the final fate of the 50,000 Golden Armor Forbidden Army. Feng Lian didn't really want to go to this point, but the military situation was like fire, and he understood very well the fleeting truth of the fighter plane. So I gritted my teeth and agreed to this approach.

While Feng Lian also nodded, he also made a decision in his heart: it was up to him to bear the infamy of this bloody butcher. The young marshal of his own family still has a bright future, and he must not leave a stain.

The 'backbone' of the 50,000 gold-armored forbidden troops was finally awakened by the raging fire: they were driven into the camp like sheep, and then they were engulfed in the raging fire lit by the Northern Yan army themselves. For a while, the voices of begging for mercy and cries of pain came and went, and many Jinjia soldiers who were covered in fire rushed out of the door of the barracks, and were immediately shot and killed on the spot by the Pingbei Pioneer Battalion surrounded outside.

Guo Xing looked at this hell on earth that he had created with his own hands, and his face showed a little unbearable. However, this expression only lasted for a moment, and he covered it up well. He looked back at the soldiers of the vanguard battalion, then at the high-grade Mobei war horses that had just been transferred, and then at the rich materials of the Golden Armor Army, and said to Feng Lian beside him:

"Let's eat something as soon as possible, replenish our respective rations, and immediately rush straight to the Flying Tiger Army camp. Strive to completely strangle all the Youbei troops guarding Fengjing City before dawn! ”