On the second day of the conversation between Guo's father and son, the 150,000 Pingbei troops in neat armor stood on the parade ground with solemn expressions. On the school field, a rectangular platform with two phases of north and south is erected, and there is a desk on the platform, on which is placed a sword of the Son of Heaven, and a brass troop mobilization tiger talisman, which is tightly fastened together.

The Marquis of Pingbei slowly walked up to the platform, raised the sword of the Son of Heaven with both hands on the sheath of Ming Huang and raised it above his head, knelt down on his knees in the direction of the North Yan Wangcheng facing the south, and spoke loudly:

"The old minister Guo Xiao and Guo Anshun, successively under the orders of the two generations of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Yan Zhou family, led the Pingbei army in front of the Eastern Customs, and guarded the gate of the Northern Yan Dynasty; The puppet emperor Yan of Youbei, whose ancestors were the first people of the previous dynasty Dayan Yiya people, took advantage of the disputes in my Huayu continent to occupy our country's land, slaughter my people, and call the emperor at both ends of the rat's head. Today, the minister Guo Xiao Guo Anshun, holding the sword of the Son of Heaven, leading the Tiger Fu of the Son of Heaven, led the Beiping army of 150,000, and was ordered by the emperor to recover the lost territory of our Northern Yan Dynasty......

“…… Soldiers! ”

Speaking of this, Guo Xiao suddenly raised his voice and shouted. His hoarse and old voice completely boosted the morale of every Beiyan soldier under the general......

"In!"

"Go out with Ben Shuai, recover the northern part of the country, capture the puppet emperor alive, and destroy this dynasty food!"

"Victory...... Win...... Win! ”

On the stage, the old handsome Guo Xiao, who was over fifty years old, held the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed to the direction of Fengjing, and his eyes were full of fanatical heroism.

Guo Xiaoqi is a person, and the use of troops on weekdays is based on stability. The uniqueness of this Pingbei Marquis is that he collects news all the time; Most of the light and dark sentinels he scattered out on the three roads in Youbei were even afraid of the 'local' Yan Chongwu; this time, he was not stationed in Jincheng directly, but camped outside the city to prevent news from leaking out. In this way, although it is difficult for spies to hear the news, it is of great benefit to the two armies to face each other head-on. After all, there are no deep ditches and high fortresses, and there is no solid city defense, and the soldiers under his command can reduce casualties while speeding up the speed of reaching Fengjing City.

Under the staff of his own son, Guo Xiao also understood the true meaning of the final march strategy - if you want to succeed in a battle, then the speed of the march must be put in the first place. As the so-called soldier is fast, if he can catch the three roads of Youbei by surprise, so that Mobei and Nankang don't have time to react quickly, Beiyan will be able to take chestnuts from the fire and find out the biggest fish from the bottomless muddy water in the pond now!

The reason why it was decided to start a full-scale war overnight was by no means an act of revenge caused by the fact that the Shuai Mansion was full of people and was killed by Di Ting. Facing the river of corpses and blood in the Hou Mansion, although the Guo father and son were shocked and angry, they were not carried away by the anger. Because to make a formal decision to go to war, there is still one most crucial and decisive message missing!

However, after the spy brought back a shocking news, the Guo father and son directly talked about the details of the strategy.

Because according to the report of the spies, in the camp of the Flying Bear Army today, from the commander of the guard battalion to the sentry scout, they all gathered in the camp: each person had a white cloth tied to his helmet, and on the sentry post outside the camp gate, two white cloths were also hung, and the handwriting on them looked a little childish, but it could be seen at a glance:

A generation of famous generals, famous for centuries.

Yan Chongwu is dead!

Hearing the news, Guo Xing glanced at his hands in disbelief, then looked at his father with doubts in his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"Yan Chongwu is dead? Could it be that there is fraud in it? My archery skills are ordinary, and yesterday I hit the ground with an arrow, and it was just an accident. He Yan Chongwu is a famous general in the world, both his age and martial arts are in his heyday, how can he be killed by me with an arrow...... Well...... Pass on the military doctor Zhao! ”

It didn't take long for a middle-aged man who looked like Lang Zhong walked into the Hou Mansion, he only frowned when he looked at the blood stains on the ground that had not yet been wiped off, and then bowed to the Guo father and son, and didn't say anything more.

"Doctor Zhao, there is something unclear below, and I want to ask one or two: A man in the prime of life who has been practicing martial arts since childhood, if he is hit by an arrow in his body, is it possible to turn the sky and return to the nine heavens?"

The military doctor surnamed Zhao bowed his hand slightly towards the little marquis Guo Xing:

"Back to the little marquis, just what you said, it is not easy to infer below. Whether the patient will choke his breath or not depends on the shape of the arrow, whether it has been fed with poison, where it is injured, how much the tip ......of the arrow has entered the flesh, whether it has been pulled out, and so on. Moreover, depending on each person's physical condition, they will also have different reactions to trauma......"

"Hmm...... The ordinary bow and arrow of our Pingbei Army was used, and the archer stood on top of the city pass and shot an arrow from top to bottom. The distance between the two sides was about eighty paces, and the arrow did not enter the other party...... Oh, under the right rib. Well...... That's all for now. ”

When the military doctor surnamed Zhao heard about the injury, he immediately frowned:

"If it's under the right rib and the arrow doesn't go into it, it's not going to be easy...... Under the right rib is the liver of the internal organs, if the arrow does not enter...... The old man was not skilled in medicine, and he didn't think of a way to escape death for a while. ”

This military doctor, surnamed Zhao, originally worked in the Tai Hospital of the Northern Yan Imperial Palace. Because of his short temper and straightforwardness, he inadvertently offended many people, and was finally framed and almost had his head chopped off in the southern suburbs vegetable market; Later, after the intercession of the Marquis of Pingbei, he came to the Pingbei Army half-assigned and half-assigned, and became a military officer who made meritorious contributions.

Guo Xing was also very excited when he heard this, since Doctor Zhao said so now, then Yan Chongwu's black bear spirit would be dead. After all, in addition to the dignitaries and nobles in Fengjing, the other people in Youbei are still relying on those ridiculous shamans to "dance and heal"!

The so-called opportunity cannot be lost, and it will not come again; As soon as Yan Chongwu died, the Flying Bear Army, which was mourning the camp, was naturally like a plate of loose sand. Under the impact of the Pingbei army, let alone a morning, I am afraid that even the time of a stick of incense, they will not be able to survive. Perhaps, as soon as they see the handsome banner of my Pingbei Marquis, these stragglers who have lost their 'head sheep' will scatter and flee like birds and beasts. And Jincheng, which lost Yan Chongwu and was selected as the 'supply depot' in the rear, naturally had no threat.

After all, without Yan Chongwu, there would be no one who could pinch these flying bear sergeants with extraordinary combat effectiveness and extreme resilience back together. As soon as he died, the soul of the Flying Bear Army vanished together.

Guo Xiao and Guo Xing, father and son, rode on horseback, and galloped towards the out-of-city camp of the Flying Bear Army with the cavalry of the forward battalion. Even so, the infantry and cavalry armies are in danger of being disjointed, but now that Yan Chongwu is dead, the 150,000 people under his command have no decent opponents; What can't be taken care of each other, what is half-attacked, these soldiers' taboos can simply be left behind. As long as he takes the forward battalion and steps on the Flying Bear Army camp at a lightning speed, then he has already mastered half of the victory.

At this time, everyone in the Flying Bear Army camp was white, and a pyre had been erected high in the school field in the center; At the top of the pyre, there was a bulging horseskin; Look at the bulging appearance of the horse's skin, and a huge tall and muscular corpse is covered underneath.

In front of the camp gate, there were four loud men and soldiers, who were also wearing white and filial piety at this time, kneeling in front of the gate of the Flying Bear barracks, weeping bitterly and whimpering with words that no one could understand; Eighteen paces before the camp gate, there was a grimace wearing a shamanic robe, dancing the 'dance' of shamanism to represent funeral prayers.

The 'mourning species', played by the four gang leaders temporarily, kept kowtowing at this time, and at the same time thanked the guests who were gorgeously dressed and came to mourn. Looking at their crying faces with some flattery, you know that these guests must also be rich or noble characters.

This scene was seen clearly by the sentry commander and Guo Xing, who came to explore the camp, lying behind a small hill. The sentry commander pointed to the camp of the Flying Bear Army and introduced the future boss in detail:

"This is the custom of their Youbei people, if a family member dies, they will invite a shaman to come and preside over the blessing ceremony; And the more honorable the person, the more noble the shaman will become......"

"What grade is this shaman now?" Guo Xing asked, pointing to the shaman who was dancing and singing in front of the camp gate.

"This is the first time I've seen this kind of robe. However, his crown of animal heads is generally worn by the most noble figures in shamanism; What's more, this shaman's beast crown is still a tiger tooth crown! Inferring from his humble position, this wizard must be a great protector even if he is not a great shaman! ”

"......!!!"

Guo Xing's eyes immediately widened when he heard this answer. Although he doesn't understand the rules of shamanism, he still has a basic concept of the grade in shamanism: if it is a great shaman, it is the same level as the presiding abbot in his own Nanlin Zen Buddhism! If it is said that the Great Protector is the Dharma, then it is as noble as the first seat of the Vedic Temple of Nanlin Zen Buddhism! If such a big man can be invited to 'practice', then the deceased in the camp must be the big black bear.

"Do you know who these people are who are coming to mourn?"

The sentry captain glanced at the richly dressed guests, and couldn't help but feel irritated. He felt that the facts were already in front of him, and his young marquis was a little too cautious. However, this is also the consistent style of his Guo family, and he is as cautious as his Hou Ye father, and he really deserves to be his biological father and son!

"Most of these people are people in the black market in Jincheng, and the leader is the prefect of Jincheng who has recently become rich, Gu Hui Gu Ziyu. Of course, there are also our spies, so be careful when you rush to kill, don't kill your own people by mistake. ”

Guo Xing heard the sentry commander's instructions, and the corners of his mouth immediately hooked up a smile. He patted the sentry captain on the shoulder and said lightly:

"Look at their appearance as if they are mourning, how can they still use the word 'rush to kill'? In a moment I will personally lead the troops into battle, and you will be able to keep an eye on your own spies in the back. ”

After that, the young marquis Guo Xingfei got on his horse and returned to the Pingbei army. He turned his horse's head and stood at the head of the team, raised his hand and picked up a spear hanging from the side of the horse, and straightened the tip of the spear to the gate of the Flying Bear barracks:

"Soldiers! Come with me! Wait for me to personally cut off the head of Yan Chongwu's corpse and hang it on the high pole of the dragon flag of my Northern Yan Dynasty! ”

With the facts in front of him, Guo Xing finally let go of the cautiousness inherited from his father. Every blood in his veins began to boil as soon as he drew the cold spear he had wielded.

The Guo family men of Beiyan are destined to be warriors who fight bloodily on the battlefield!