At noon, although the late autumn sun had lost its fiery sharpness in the middle of summer, it still made the soldiers who were marching in a hurry feel very hot. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Walking on the yellow, dry earth was a group of weary soldiers, formed into five squares, each of which numbered about a thousand men. They shrugged their heads, like defeated roosters, one after the other, mechanized and aimless.

At the front of the line was a mighty cavalry, dressed in shining silver armor and spears embellished with red tassels, which became their brightest symbol in the sunlight. This group of cavalry knew at a glance that it was the elite of this army, and the number was not much, probably only about three hundred.

And at the front of this cavalry is a mighty and majestic man, he is more than eight feet tall, a pair of doves and tiger eyes are blazing, wearing a cloud swallowing beast Xuanjin armor, holding a Liuhe Zimu soul breaking spear, the war horse under the crotch sweat like congealed blood, at a glance you know that it must be a thousand miles of good horses transported from Dawan - sweat and blood horse.

A man suddenly rushed out of the cavalry behind him, rode to his side, and said, "General! In a hot day, could you give the brothers a little rest? I think a lot of people have fainted just now. ”

The general's eyes widened, and his bell-like voice sounded: "A few miles more to Yingchuan!" Tell the brethren that we will rest when we arrive in Yingchuan! ”

"No!"

After the general finished speaking, he pointed the silver spear in his hand to the front and shouted: "Iron spear battalion!" Follow me first, and the rest of the people will wait until Yingchuan to rest for a while, and rush to Wancheng before dark! Make no mistake! ”

"Drive!"

As he spoke, he rode away quickly, and the three hundred cavalry of the "Iron Spear Battalion" behind him also followed closely behind, galloping forward with him.

At the same time, there was also a lively atmosphere in the camp of the Lingling Army outside Wancheng.

In the middle of the camp was a circle of men, all of whom were wearing armor and looked distinctly different from the cloth-clad soldiers. They were all officers at all levels within the Chungling Army, from the captain of the ten-man squad to the captain of the first battalion, they were all watching the two figures who were fighting in the field with their eyes wide open.

Seeing the intensity, the crowd erupted in cheers from time to time.

The two men in the field were dressed in smart short shirts, with a strip of black cloth wrapped around their waists. One of them was Gao Yuan, while the other was a burly man, judging by the cheers and shouts of the crowd around him, he looked like an officer within the Chungling Army.

Gao Yuan, like his opponent, was hunched over, his eyes glowing green like a hungry wolf. The focus of their eyes was on the black belt on each other's bodies.

After this period of tempering, Gao Yuan is no longer the weak college student, and the whole person has undergone tremendous changes because he began to practice martial arts. The most obvious is the change in temperament, an unruly and elegant bookish anger with a hint of elegance has produced a perfect combination on his body, making the whole person look like a piece of white marble with a smooth surface like a mirror, warm and heroic.

He shouted angrily, rushed forward with a straight stride, and reached out to tear off his opponent's belt. The burly officer, though tall but not at all clumsy, had dodged the attack of the plateau with great dexterity, and his figure flashed to the right, and then an eagle's talon flew out like lightning, and was about to grasp the black belt around the plateau's waist.

Seeing that the opponent finally took the initiative, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and then twisted his body from the waist at an angle that was incomprehensible to the opponent, and suddenly dodged the opponent's fatal blow.

Since he began to practice the physical technique "Golden Bell Jar", Gao Yuan felt that not only his body's defense power had been greatly improved, but also the flexibility of his body had also improved significantly. Actions that were unimaginable before are now a matter of course. It can only be said that the physical arts, which imply future technology, surpass the ancient martial arts in this regard. The reason why Gao Yuan was able to see results in such a short period of time is that he is willing to work hard and practice hard, and on the other hand, it is also thanks to the auxiliary medicine that was originally exchanged, it can only be said that although high-tech things are a little more expensive, they are really easy to use.

Seeing that his opponent had finally revealed a flaw because he had pounced in the air, Takahara supported the ground with his right hand, and the left half of his body twisted directly through a strange way again. When the officer saw that the prey he had at his fingertips had suddenly disappeared, he also turned around angrily, trying to pounce on the plateau again. But as soon as he took the first step, he stopped with a hellish expression.

I saw Gao Yuan standing in front of him with a smile, and he was still holding a black belt in his hand that shone in the sunlight, he lowered his head, his waist was already empty, and there was no trace of a black belt.

He asked with a look of disbelief, "How did you ..... you do it?" ”

"Concession." Gao Yuan paused slightly, but did not answer positively.

But there was an uproar in the surrounding crowd.

"Zhai Yi, what are you eating? Can you lose this? ”

"Hey! What a bad luck! Lao Tzu has lost again! ”

In the crowd, Zhang Aijia was smiling at the moment and said while collecting the money: "Haha, everyone, I am willing to lose the bet!" Manly man, you can't deny the bet! ”

Although the surrounding officers kept complaining, in the face of Zhang Aijia's dark and thin face, they still reluctantly took out copper coins and threw them in the basket placed on the ground.

They play a popular wrestling game, in which both sides tie a black belt around their waists, and whoever gets the other party's belt first in the wrestling process wins. Most of the officers in the Chungling army are from the countryside of Chungling, and most of them are idle rangers, and the best ones on weekdays are cockfighting lackeys, or a few people get together to wrestle for fun. Now that I have entered the barracks, I can't change this hobby.

"How? I had a good idea, didn't you? Gao Yuan said with a sigh.

Zhang Aijia smiled and said while counting the money: "Not bad! Not bad! Won quite a bit again today! ”

Gao Yuan looked at him with a look of fascination, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said, "Please pry me next time, can you be a little sincere?" Look at me and say yes? ”

The two were talking, when suddenly a person came out of the tent in the middle of the camp. It is Duanmu Ci, who has already become the military advisor of the Chungling Army.

He beckoned in the direction of the plateau, and seeing that the two of them did not react, he immediately rushed over. When those officers saw that their newly hired military advisors were coming towards them and the others, and that they had lost money, they had no interest in continuing to stay, so they said hello and dispersed.

Gao Yuan saw Duanmu Ci's anxious appearance, and immediately guessed that something big might happen, otherwise it would not be possible to show it so obviously with his calm character.

"What's wrong?" Takahara asked.

Duanmu Ci replied with a serious face: "Just now, the spies from the west came to report that the troops sent by Wang Yi to recruit us have arrived in Yingchuan, and they will probably arrive in Wancheng tomorrow. ”