When they first saw someone falling into the water on the south bank, the Xianbei soldiers on the north bank were curious, they wanted to know what would happen to these people who grew up near the water if they fell into the water. Gradually, they discovered that these southern ducks were also helpless in the whirlpooled, rapid and silent Yellow River.

They silently watched from the shore as someone was swallowed up and someone was pushed over.

The water of the Yellow River is bitterly cold, and some Xianbei men have begun to take off their fur jackets, intending to put them on those who come ashore.

More people are at a loss. These days they have been harassing the Jin fleet with bows and arrows, killing and wounding some people, and no one feels guilty about it. But now it's different, the people who fall into the water are bare-handed, without armor, they are no longer samurai, just small and helpless creatures in front of God's mana, just like small and helpless sparrows in front of the white-haired wind of the Xianbei grassland.

But a soldier is a soldier. No matter what kind of inner world they have, as long as they give an order, they will become puppets who can kill, and they don't care about their own souls, only the will of the general. Now the will of General Abogan has come down.

"Anyone who lands on the southern shore will be killed!"

The Xianbei soldiers silently assembled on the shore.

The Jin soldiers on the river gradually drifted within the range of their bows and arrows.

The horn sounded.

The arrows fell crookedly into the river, and no one was shot. The Xianbei archers were clearly unwilling to fall into the ground.

The Jin soldiers who had fallen into the water gradually approached the shore.

The Xianbei soldiers on the shore silently looked at their feet, and no one moved.

The Jin soldiers, who had already climbed on the shore, gasped and looked up at these silent alien counterparts.

The third time the horn sounded. A herald galloped across the riverbank:

"There is an order for the assassination history, land the southern soldiers, and kill them! Those who disobey the order and set up for the enemy, beheaded! Sit! ”

This additional order was very vicious. The word "sitting" forced everyone into a corner.

The Xianbei soldiers made a move. A scream rang out on the banks of the Yellow River.

When Guo Xu swam to the shore, he saw a Xianbei soldier on the shore swinging a knife and cutting off the head of a Jin soldier, and the headless body shook and fell backwards, his cavity immersed in the river water. The rice that had just been eaten poured out of the wound, and the white grains of rice mixed with the bright red blood were carried away by the swift water of the Yellow River.

Guo Xu forcibly suppressed his nausea, and a wave of anger jumped up. The hook reached over, trying to hook his bun. Guo Xu flashed his head, dodged the iron hook, and grabbed the wooden pole. The Xianbei soldiers on the shore instinctively pulled back, Guo Xu took advantage of his strength to go ashore, kicked over the opponent, grabbed the hook, and danced in the wind.

Xianbei people are good at riding and shooting, not good at fighting alone, and they were soon knocked over two. Xu Zhihao, who then went ashore, picked up a knife and a stick, smashed down a small man with his head covered in his face, and poked a long lance hand who was about to pounce on Guo Xu.

The two new acquaintances in Guanzhong were both born in iron, tall, thick arms, and great strength, plus there was no way out, with a heart of death, and the lethality was doubled. Xianbei soldiers did not expect to encounter two evil stars, and fell behind for a while. The neat front that was originally attached to the river bank was suddenly disrupted. Some of the brothers took advantage of the chaos to go ashore, picked up their weapons, and slashed them.

When the madman and the green bean reached the shore, they did not reach over their heads to scratch the hook.

Mung Bean is a fisherman, and he has seen a lot of rivers and seas. When he was washed to the center line, he had quickly figured out the temper of the Yellow River and could swim back. But when he saw that Guo Xu and the others were in the water, he gritted his teeth and floated all the way with everyone. The madman is mediocre, and Mung Bean holds him under the armpit with one hand. Watching from a distance when the Xianbei people hooked Jin Bing's hair bun with a hook, the madman was in the mood to joke:

"Mung Bean, if only I were a monk, see how he hooks my bald head."

Mung beans can't lose their grace either:

"You'd better be a bodhisattva, give birth to a lotus seat, and carry the brothers back."

The feet had touched the soft river beach. On the shore, Guo Xu and Xu Zhihao were fighting with the Xianbei people. The madman had a lot of eyes, and leaned over and grabbed two handfuls of mud from the ground, and mung beans were also concocted in the same way. They followed behind Guo Xu, looked at the enemy who rushed over, and threw them out violently. Xianbei soldiers rely on strength to fight, and they don't want to use this method, so they lost their eyes at the moment, and Guo Xu took the opportunity to kill him. The madman and the mung bean have the guy in their hands.

There was a shout on the river, and Liu Yu's messenger arrived.

On the shore, the soldiers of both Wei and Jin sides stopped.

The messenger was a deputy of the White Straight Team, no armor, dressed in a white robe, holding a small handsome flag, standing straight at the bow of the ship, and beside him was an interpreter:

"General Liu Yu, the imperial lieutenant of the Great Jin Dynasty, sent a note to General Abogan of the Great Wei and Jizhou Assassins, the Jin and Wei countries have made an appointment in advance, and this army has no intention of intruding through the border. Feng Shui is fast, and the soldiers are drifting, which is beyond the control of human beings. The whole army is grateful to the general for mercy and good-neighborliness, and to release the soldiers who have landed on the shore. Mrs. Liu is willing to thank each person with 1,000 catties of grain or gold, silver and jade silk, and talk about the cost of the army's forward cheese. ”

After the translation, there was silence on the North Shore. The Xianbei soldier in front of Guo Xu subconsciously took a step back, and a big man even smiled innocently. A few Xianbei soldiers in other places who were going to take the captive's head now also withdrew their knives.

The Messenger began to repeat what he had just said, but only abruptly stopped when he said "be merciful." Guo Xu turned his head suddenly, and saw the deputy stumbling backwards, waving one hand desperately in the air, and the other helplessly reaching out to his left eye, as if to pull out the arrow that had been deeply inserted.

The messenger ship made a hasty U-turn and sped back to its home.

This is Abogan's reply.

The Xianbei soldiers on the shore shouted and cursed together. Openly shooting the messenger who came to the door to speak peace, this thing is also too desperate.

Guo Xu knew in his heart that Ah Bogan was using this hand to show his attitude: he wanted to kill all the Jin soldiers who came ashore. Taking advantage of the fact that the Xianbei soldiers had not yet moved, he threw away the hook in his hand, picked up a long lance, and shouted, asking everyone to retreat to the bank of the Yellow River, and surrounded them with their backs to the river.

Of the dozen or so people who came ashore, there are now seven left. They are all veterans who rolled under the head of the knife, and needless to say, naturally formed a triangular formation, with the tip facing the enemy and the bottom buckle on the river bank. The weapons in his hand complement each other, both offensive and defensive.

The Xianbei soldiers on the shore did not ride horses, and the tiger fell to Pingyang, and there was no advantage in front of the Beifu soldiers who were good at foot combat. If there are a lot of people, you can surround them and catch them alive. But now the whole river bank is in chaos, and everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, and they can't support each other. To deal with Guo Xu, there are actually only twenty or thirty people, and there is no one to command in a unified manner. However, both sides know that after all, there is a huge disparity, and after the initial chaos, the brigade will soon arrive, and the Xianbei people will firmly control the situation.

The madman whispered to Guo Xu:

"If they can slip away, if they release arrows, we will all be finished!"

Guo Xu is very sober:

"Where are you going? The best thing to do now is to stick to them so that they can't shoot their arrows. Hold on a little longer, and reinforcements will arrive. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the eyes of the Xianbei people on the other side were looking at his side and back.