Chapter 112: Amnesia Childhood
"Beware of being fooled!" As soon as Gong Yinglian saw the pikemen rushing towards the cavalry desperately, she knew that it was going to be bad. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
The Yellow Turban General suddenly came to his senses, but it was too late, and the Yellow Turban pikemen, who had just rushed ashore, stepped into the trap again! But this time it was okay, only a few dozen people were trapped, and the remaining more than a hundred pikemen were so frightened that they didn't dare to rush again, and while advancing, they carefully tested the reality of the ground with their spears.
At this time, it was a good opportunity to attack, and Feng Yao immediately ordered a guerrilla fight against the pikemen.
"Xu Chu, you lead thirty horsemen to attack from the right side, Yang Wu, you lead thirty horsemen to attack from the left!" Feng Yao gave a loud order.
The cavalry of the two generals led three tithes separately dispersed, and the remaining fifty or so cavalry were led by Feng Yaobei to attract the attack of pikemen from the front, if the enemy soldiers did not have reinforcements to come, the result of these more than 100 pikemen can be imagined!
It is impossible to retreat, as long as you turn around, the spears in the hands of these pikemen will no longer be a threat to the cavalry, Feng Yao will immediately charge with the cavalry, give it a hard blow from behind, or do not retreat, the number of more than a hundred pikemen is too small, even if they form a circle, they will be flawed, these personal cavalry under Feng Yao are almost all knights, and their martial arts are extraordinary, once they have the opportunity, they will definitely rush over without hesitation, and they will kill for a while!
If you don't save these pikemen, Gong Yinglian's five hundred sword and shield soldiers can only flee for their lives, and it is impossible for more than a hundred cavalry opponents, Gong Yinglian waved the spear in her hand and shouted: "Everyone follow me to kill!" With that, the horse ran around the north bank, sped up and rushed to the shore, and as soon as the horse jumped up, he jumped over the riverbed, which was only more than two feet wide, and rushed to the opposite bank! Behind him, the ten Yellow Turban riders also jumped across the river.
Feng Yao was stunned, but he didn't expect that Gong Yinglian didn't take the opportunity to escape, but came up to die!
"Huh!" Feng Yao suddenly smiled, isn't this a good thing sent to the door? As long as Gong Yinglian is captured, you can use her to order Gong Du to surrender!
"Kill!! Capture the enemy alive!! With a wave of his hand, Feng Yao led more than fifty horsemen and rushed towards Gong Yinglian!
At this time, the five hundred sword and shield men of the Yellow Turban Army were also beginning to wade through the mud to cross the river and kill them, which was quite terrifying, but Feng Yao didn't pay attention to these sword and shield soldiers at all, his opponent was the enemy's main general Gong Yinglian!
"Run!!" With a crisp cheer, Gong Yinglian turned the horse's head, turned around and ran into the distance! However, after running for dozens of feet, Feng Yao was about to give up the chase, but Gong Yinglian suddenly stopped the horse, and looked up to the sky and let out a burst of shrill laughter with a woman's unique voice, but that laughter contained endless pathos and anger, as if she had suddenly seen through something and was determined to die!
"Feng Yao!! Suffer death!! Gong Yinglian smiled, suddenly turned the horse's head, shouted angrily, and led ten personal cavalry to kill Feng Yao with a sworn heart of death, dozens of zhang distance, Gong Yinglian shook Feng Yao's dozens of personal cavalry surrounded and intercepted one after another, and rushed to a few feet in front of Feng Yao in the blink of an eye, but the ten cavalry under her had already been killed more than half.
Gong Yinglian raised her spear, and when she was about to stab at Feng Yao, her body suddenly trembled, her pretty face changed suddenly, and the spear in her hand froze halfway.
"Dog?!" Gong Yinglian looked at Feng Yao in a daze.
A crisp voice, a sweet face, dogs? What a familiar call!
Feng Yao heard a sudden shock in his brain, a sharp pain came from it, just before he fell unconscious, he instinctively swung away the spear in Gong Yinglian's hand with a sword, the two horses made a mistake, and the long arm was wrapped, and Gong Yinglian was captured, and then he went to the horse's back, no longer able to support the sharp pain in his brain, hugged the horse's neck with both hands, and pressed Gong Yinglian to pass out on the horse's back.
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For nine years, the dog never remembered his last name! Where do I live, since I opened my eyes, I only know that my head hurts, in my bones, in my brain, and on my scalp! There is a wound nearly an inch long on the top of the dog's head, which is a wound made by someone with a stick or something, and all the people who have come to see the dogan do not believe that the dogan can survive, so there is the cheap name of the dog, and the picture is that the cheap name is easy to feed.
It was an old man about fifty years old who rescued Goudan and later learned that those relatives and friends around him were not ordinary people, but yellow turban thieves who were chased by the government! However, within the Yellow Turban Army, their names are Volunteers, Believers, Disciples, Sacrificial Wine, etc
The father-in-law of the dog is a believer, is a pariah, surnamed Liao Mingyuan, Yingchuan people, on the way to transport grain, accidentally saw the dog egg that fell on the grave, because of the old age, he took the dog egg back, at that time the dog egg was only six or seven years old, and the body was not wearing coarse cloth clothes that civilians could wear, but precious silk.
After the injury was healed, Goudan has been following his father-in-law Liao Yuan and has met many children of the same age.
Gong Yinglian's father, Gong Du, is a disciple of the same side as his father-in-law, one level higher than Liao Yuan's disciples, and each disciple can accept a number of believers as his subordinates, and Liao Yuan is Gong Du's next level of disciples.
When I saw Gong Yinglian for the first time, the dog's injury was not yet healed, and she lay on the bed every day, looking at the roof with empty eyes.
That day, Gong Yinglian came to the dog egg with a bowl of egg soup, and after seeing the dog egg lying on the bed, she asked carefully: "Dog egg?" ”
The dog nodded blankly,
Gong Yinglian smiled slightly, put the egg soup on the head of the bed, and said, "This is what my father specially asked someone to make, let me send it to you to replenish your body." Looking at the dog and looking at herself blankly, Gong Yinglian said again: "Oh, I forgot, you definitely don't know me, it doesn't matter, my surname is Gong Xiaozi Yinglian, my father is a disciple of Taiping Dao, so you will call me sister in the future, and what, if you call me sister, no one will dare to bully you again!" ”
The dog nodded stupidly and called carefully: "Sister." ”
"Hey!" Gong Yinglian responded happily, then brought a basin of water and ordered the dog to sit up, wash his face, wash his hands, and wash his feet! He also said: "You see that you stink to death, if you go out like this, if you say it's my brother, my face will definitely be lost by you, get up and wash it!" Wash it up and make it delicious egg soup! ”
Goudan looked at the bowl of egg soup, his eyes were so greedy that after washing his face and hands indiscriminately, he was no longer willing to wash his feet.
Gong Yinglian had no choice but to order Goudan to sit down, bring the bowl over, let Goudan drink egg soup, and wash Goudan herself.
In my childhood memories, Goudan's favorite thing to listen to is Gong Yinglian's crisp voice, and what I like to watch the most is that Gong Yinglian often holds a gun and practices martial arts.
When Goudan was twelve years old, Gong Yinglian was already fifteen years old!
Once Gong Yinglian sneaked out to play with the dog, and after seeing the dog, she said ostentatiously: "Dog!" Come and see my sister has learned another set of marksmanship! This is what my sister personally spent a bottle of good wine to ask for! Killing people is especially effective! It's much more effective than what my dad taught me, and my dad is always reluctant to teach those useful martial arts, saying that a girl's family can cook and sew clothes, but are those useful? Isn't it going to be killed in the end? ”