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The movements of the three people stopped for a moment. Inside the mask is a pale and handsome face, handsome to the point of being a little delicate, if it weren't for the thin face with hard lines, it would look like a boy in the capital. Seeing the way the knight used brute force just now, everyone thought that he was a stout man, and where did they think that he would be such a handsome young man.

Erjin's passion suddenly turned into a trickle, and it was warm in his chest, but he couldn't even spit out a word in his stomach. She reached out and pinched her earlobe, not knowing why it was hotter than her cheeks,

It was the knight who broke the silence when he spoke, he gasped for a while, blocked Uncle Liu's hand, and shook his head gently: "Military affairs are in the body, don't dare to remove your armor." ”

"Oh......" The two shopkeepers nodded blankly.

"Military ......" Orjin rolled his eyes slightly. This knight is heavily armoured, and even the white horse is well protected. According to the words of those people in the tavern, the Beijing army has not had many heavy horses. The cavalry battalion did not have such heavy cavalry in Western armor. And this knight ...... Orjin's gaze fell on the logo on his left chest.

The eight iron horsemen of the Great Qianbo people have their own logos, "Green Dragon", "White Tiger", "Vermilion Bird", "Xuanwu", "Green Lion", "White Lin", "Jinyi", "Xuanbao", what are the appearances, Orjin has long been familiar with it, because the two countries have close trade exchanges with each other, she is also very familiar with the family crest of the Japanese samurai, but the logo on the armor of this knight. But she had never seen it before.

It was a tiger standing upright with its head held high. The tiger holds a sharp sword in its claws. At first glance, it's not the logo of Middle-earth.

Just looking at this logo, I really didn't know where this knight came from, and Orjin glanced at the Western armor on his body again, and suddenly chuckled in his heart.

This Western armor is exquisitely made, and it is embossed with a variety of floral curly grass ornaments, which is very precious at a glance, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can have, and this knight will wear such a set of precious armor casually on his body, is it a Jiangyang thief who specializes in stealing your family?

As a Bo person. Erjin loves and hates clearly, if Uncle Liu wasted a lot of effort to rescue a Jiangyang thief, Orjin would of course feel awkward. Her mind spun quickly, and she reached out and took the harpoon in her hand again.

The knight coughed a few times, closed his eyes slightly, and asked, "Where is this?" ”

Liu Bokou was fast: "Furong Creek! ”

Orjin bit her lip and squeezed the harpoon tightly.

The knight obviously knew the name of Furong Creek, and a hint of joy flashed across his face, and then he asked, "Is the camp of Xishan not far away?" ”

Uncle Liu replied: "It's not far, it's more than ten miles!" ”

The knight folded his arms on the ground. Stood up vigorously: "That's good!" "Look at what he means, he is going to the camp in the West Mountain.

If you go to the camp in the west mountain. Then it wouldn't be a Jiangyang bandit, it was likely to be a cavalry leader.

Orjin put down the harpoon and stepped forward with both hands: "How are you going like this?" ”

The knight was stunned for a moment, but understood: "I haven't thanked a few people for their help yet, but the military affairs are urgent, so let me go back and thank you again." ”

As soon as the words came out, Orjin knew that he was reckless, and immediately changed his tone, and stammered: "It's not a thanks, it's not a ......" Turning his eyes, he said, "Your horse was out of strength just now, and now you don't even have a saddle, how can you run." ”

The knight wanted to say that the bareback horse had to run, but when he saw that the white horse's limbs were trembling slightly, and his wheezing was heavy and rapid, he couldn't help but feel a heartache. The white horse's teeth are already old, and it is not easy to run down overnight. After all, this white horse has a different status in the family, and when he runs, he can drive it without hesitation, but now he can't bear to ride it when he stops, and he doesn't care for a while.

Seeing that his mind was alive, Orjin hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "Even if this horse dies now, it may not be able to reach Xishan." What great military affairs do you have, you can't even take a breath of rest. "I just want to get out of his way.

The knight furrowed his brows, as if to say to himself: "It's no great military business...... If I go back late, I'll lose this game......"

"Please go to the small shop to rest for a while, although there are no horses in our shop, there are still two ends of the mule, we can take you in a car, right?" In the end, I remembered that I needed to ask Orjin. Orjin was full of excitement, where would he refuse, and nodded vigorously.

The knight smiled bitterly and was about to refuse, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he no longer hesitated: seeing that the white horse could not carry the last ten miles, and that he had to arrive at the camp early, it seemed that he really needed the mule cart in this tavern.

Seeing that the knight agreed, Uncle Liu laughed out loud and said loudly: "General, please!" ”

As if he felt that this "general" sounded particularly harsh, the knight frowned and said, "I'm not a general, my name is Lu Mingyun." ”

"Okay, good," Liu Bo agreed repeatedly, "So General Lu, please!" ”

Lu Mingyun opened his mouth, shook his head after thinking about it, and stopped arguing.

He grabbed the reins of the horse and whispered to the white horse, "All right, I won't tell you to run any more." The tone was intimate and gentle, and Orjin actually felt a trace of jealousy when he heard it. After passing the Luohua Creek, the white horse suddenly appeared tired and limped. Lu Mingyun was full of pity, and was about to put his arms around the horse's neck to soothe him, when he heard the clanging of the armor, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and it was pitch black in front of him.

It's not just the white horse that is out of strength, he is the first time in his life to wear this Western heavy armor and gamble with people, and he runs down all night, all in one breath. Now that his mind has settled down, he can't hold this breath, not to mention that he is still wearing a heavy armor filled with water, and when his body is crooked, the person will fall.

"General Lu!" The two shopkeepers were shocked and shouted in unison. But Orjin calmed down: "It's okay, but I'm tired, you go and get the car out." "Lu Mingyun is afraid that even the armor weighs more than two hundred catties, and the three of them can't lift it. The five sons agreed, and took the white horse and went to the tavern. But the white horse hissed and refused to leave. Orjin knew that the white horse was in love with the master, and he didn't force it. Wave your hand and let the two guys go to catch the car first. I am here to accompany Bai Ma and Lu Mingyun.

Goose-yellow satin blouses and white silk dresses were stained with mud. Orjin loves cleanliness on weekdays, but at this time he completely ignored it. She knelt in the muddy water and gently wiped the knight's face with a handkerchief. Fingers ran through the handkerchief over his handsome silhouette. "Lu Mingyun?" Orjin silently pronounced his name, what did he do? Where did he come from? Although he was in a coma, Orjin could see the compelling heroism between his eyebrows, the shiny armor, the mighty heavy sword, and the white horse of the divine horse. This is something she had only seen in novels before.

Erjin had a strange feeling in his heart, the kind of hero in the story who crossed the battlefield was lying in the muddy water in front of him. What was once so far away is now so close, as if the two poles of the world are connected. But she wasn't quite sure if it was something she had been dreaming of. Beneath her eagerness, she seemed to hear a suppressed warning rolling.

Sitting in the hall, Yanagihara Maeko and Mizuno took in the scene.

"The thinking of the Qianguo people is still stuck in ancient times." Yanagihara Maemitsu said to Mizuno in Japanese, "Such a medieval heavy armored cavalry has only one way to die on the current battlefield. ”

"He's just playing against people, and he won't wear this to the battlefield, Yanagihara-kun." Mizuno smiled and took a sip of wine. "This person should belong to the Xiaocai Battalion of the Beijing Praetorian Guard of Qianguo, and Lin Jun is in charge of training the Jianrui Battalion. Prince Jing intends to hand over the Xiao Cavalry Battalion to Lin Jun for training, and this situation will not last long. ”

Listening to Mizuno Zun's words, Yanagihara Maemitsu's complexion changed a little.

Yanagihara Maemitsu would not have thought that the heavily armored knight and the wine girl in front of him would be turned into such a terrible warrior by Lin Yiqing.

"Looks like you're not doing a good job of intelligence." Mizuno looked at Yanagihara Maemitsu, "You don't know about the actual situation of the Qianguo army, you only see the appearance. I would like to give you a kind piece of advice here, Yanagihara-kun, although the Qianguo Army is rotten, it is not what the newspapers in Japan have propagated to the people, and it is better for Japan not to consider risking a war against the Qianguo. ”

"I take your advice." Yanagihara Maemitsu made up his mind, and when he turned around, he went to Kishida Ginka and asked him to show him the information he had collected about the Qianguo Army.

In the Forbidden City, when the young emperor was resting between classes, he was looking at the illustrated report on the training of the Beijing army prepared for him by Lin Yiqing with relish.

“…… The battalions of the Beijing Army still follow traditional customs and habits in terms of establishment, money, food, education, and training, and have always maintained their inherent characteristics...... The weapons used by each battalion were mainly arquebuses, bird guns, and cannons (i.e., large shotguns carried by two people), followed by bows and arrows, broadswords, spears, rattan plates, shields, waist knives, etc. ”

"Despite the crudeness of the weapons, the battalion soldiers still have to practice them in peacetime. First of all, the infantry practice bow and arrow: the place of practice is in the archery path of each flag, the so-called archery road, is an open space about 300 steps long and 100 steps wide, and there is a pavilion built at one end of the open space, commonly known as the martial arts hall. A hundred steps in front of the hall were set up as a sign (called 'case see' in Bo language), which was made of a seven-foot-high, two-foot-wide wooden frame, pasted with white paper, like a single door panel. Paste a piece of red paper cut into the shape of a full moon at a height of four feet above the ground, about five inches in diameter, which is considered the head of the 'enemy', and paste one three feet above the ground to be regarded as the belly of the 'enemy'. Every morning before 7 a.m., most people come to the archery trail to practice. Each person fires five arrows in a row each time, and the five arrows are all in the head, followed by ****, and the abdomen is even second. Each man shall bring his own bow and arrows. ”

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