Guo Xu swallowed a full 10 bacon rice balls, took the kettle handed over by Chen Song, and poured more than half of it.

Thanks to Abogan for having the first day of junior high school and not fifteen. Except for a few brothers who were watching the battlefield, everyone else sat on the floor and ate lunch in peace.

Xu Zhihao, Mung Bean and the madman came over and sat next to Guo Xu.

Guo Xu immediately remembered the vegetable worm.

There was a small bush by the wheel, mung bean pinched off a branch, put it on the side of his mouth and tried the sound, woo wow wow wow blow out the Jiangnan tune, it was the one that the vegetable worm sang before he died, he didn't blow a few words, Guo Xu silently reached out to pick it off and threw it to the ground.

Mung Bean didn't tell the difference, drew a dagger, and cut the barkless branch into pieces at once. And then it suddenly stopped. The brothers, like him, all thought of the rookie worm who was Ling Chi because of this action.

Vegetable insects.

No one has mentioned the name these days, but he is going to break everyone's heart. If the army doesn't stop to do something for him, the broken hearts of the brothers may not be able to get together for the rest of their lives.

Erasing the two cavalry formations of the Xianbei people in the morning did not make them feel any better. These are all soldiers who were ordered to die, and the one who should really cut off his head to pay tribute to the vegetable worm is Ah Bogan. This person will not die for a moment, and everyone will not be happy for a moment.

But everyone knows that capturing and killing the enemy's main general in battle is a difficult character to complete. Taking the rank of general in a million-strong army sounds heroic, but it is very helpless to do.

It has been seen from the battle in the past two days that Ah Bogan is not the kind of iron man who would rather bend than bend, once the momentum is not good, he will definitely slip away first under the escort of his own soldiers, and it is difficult to catch up with him with two feet of infantry. And the rout followed behind, huddled together, and couldn't wear it.

But the captain asked for Abogan's head.

The veterans of Beifu hadn't let him down before, and not this time.

A bug crawled out of the bushes, looked left and right, and passed between Xu Zhihao and Mung Bean, who flicked it with the tip of a dagger. The gadget immediately pretended to be dead. After a while, the danger of self-financing had passed, and he began to climb forward again. This time it was not so lucky, it was not the dagger of mung bean that cut it off, but Xu Zhihao's hammer smashed it into a small mess of pulp.

After joining the army, Xu Zhihao was reluctant to throw away the blacksmith's hammer, he felt that in the hand-to-hand combat of the chaotic army, this guy picked up, the blade met the blade, and the head of the gun touched the head of the gun, like a protector King Kong, which could bring him good luck.

A man with a big waist and a round waist took a thing that dealt with iron bumps against a small bug, Guo Xu was very unimpressed.

He knew that Xu Zhihao was venting, because he didn't know if he could get Abogan's head.

If Xu Zhihao pounced, he would probably smash Ah Bogan's head into his neck.

Wait, hammer!

A light flashed in Guo Xu's mind.

Hammer!

His eyes met Chen Song.

Chen Song grabbed Guo Xu with one hand and Xu Zhihao with the other:

"You're both blacksmiths, aren't you?"

This question does not need to be answered at all.

"If you were to take the red-hot iron out of the furnace, what would you do?"

Pliers, of course.

Xu Zhihao stretched out two fingers and gestured with the pliers.

Chen Song took the dagger from Mung Bean's hand and drew an arc on the ground;

"This is our Moon Formation."

Then draw a large square in front of the arc and draw an arrow on the arc pointing directly at the square.

"This is one that we chased after Abogan after defeating him."

Guo Xu has vaguely understood Chen Song's intentions, but he is not clear enough to suddenly open up Cheng Dù.

Chen Song drew the Yellow River on the edge of the arc, and then stretched out a curved arrow from the Yellow River, pointing to the flank of the square.

"We ask the Lieutenant to send a cavalry unit in front of him, and when Abo is defeated and retreats, he will outflank him from his left flank."

The dagger violently draws two arrows on the ground, merging inside the block.

Chen Song thrust the dagger into the middle of the square:

"Ah Bo Gan is that piece of red-hot iron, we use two elite soldiers to take a pincer attack and clamp him fiercely!"

Guo Xu applauded repeatedly, and smashed his left palm with a fist in his right hand.

A red cloud of excitement rose on everyone's face.

Without further ado, Guo Xu immediately reported his thoughts to Zhu Chaoshi. Zhu Chaoshi did not delay, and immediately sent Chen Song back to the handsome boat to ask Liu Yu directly.

Guo Xu watched Chen Song run across the pontoon, jump onto a small boat, and glide briskly towards Liu Yu's "Pingyu" big ship.

He understands Liu Yu's character. This god of war who was born as a gambler in Jingkou has always been okay and does not cause trouble, and he is not afraid of things, once he is determined to take revenge, he will definitely retaliate so much that his opponent will lose even his pants. Since Chen Song's idea was more conducive to taking off Ah Bogan's head, Taiwei had no reason to object.

He turned his head and looked at the brothers who had already eaten their stomachs, and imagined in his mind the scene of the fierce thick pincers clamping Abogan and smashing the hammer in his dream.

At this moment, there was a chorus of people shouting in unison from afar.

All the soldiers of the Jin army immediately stood up, got on the car, and lined up in formation.

Zhu Chaoshi beckoned, and the soldiers loaded the crossbow that had not appeared on the scene into the car.

Silence returned.

They are all veterans and know that the real bloody battle is about to begin.

Compared with this round of fierce battles, the first two waves of defense will be like a scout exercise.

A large cloud flew slowly from the direction from which the Xianbei people came, obscuring the sun, and half of the battlefield was covered in darkness.

Beneath this cloud, another large dark cloud moved from the horizon, gradually accelerating, and finally becoming a galloping iron stream.

The Xianbei cavalry was divided into four teams, at least two hundred paces apart, and pressed towards the Jin army in unison. The cavalry was followed by a whole block of infantry. If anyone could look down from the air, he would see that the Xianbei people looked like a thick and huge four-strand steel fork, stabbing fiercely at the chariot on the bank of the Yellow River.

He would sweat for the narrow arc.