Small wars, there is no such thing as a small number, and it is impossible to talk about the time of the day, but Fu Qi Mountain occupies the best geographical advantage, there is no doubt. More than 20 military scouts were thrown into the mountains, and it was very difficult to capture the military information of the fighters that would benefit the battle situation, and to successfully transmit them back at the first time. There are six beacons that are not easy to detect in Fu Qi Mountain, because the Wei and Jin dynasties who were born as military captains pursued the outer loose and the inner tight, so there is only one outer mountain, the beacon originally had only eight people, and then eight people were temporarily added in one breath, half of them were guarded, half of them were wandering, and the latter was supplemented by birdsong to transmit messages, which was more secret and difficult to investigate.

One hundred and eight Fu Qi Mountain young and strong bandits, divided into three groups of soldiers and horses, the three mountain lord Nan Baoyu led the branch, eight feet strong man, called a pair of gilded sledgehammers, the least number of people, thirty people, everyone is vigorous, wearing short knives and negative bows and arrows, there are really some dismounted crossbowmen climate, they present a fan shape forward and move rapidly, several cautious officers and soldiers scouts soon quickly contacted these grass robbers, because there is no one who is bright and who is dark, it is an almost close hand-to-hand combat of the short soldiers, scout's knife skills with the distinctive style of the Beiliang Xingwu, concise, practical, and most importantly, to desperately。

The strong man Caokou, whose martial arts are beyond the scout, is obviously not suitable for this kind of life-for-life style of play, but relying on the advantage of skills, such as an ape in the mountains and forests, he tosses and moves flexibly, opens up the distance to fight, and waits for the opportunity to attack again, the scout is always close to him, and he does not blindly attack, and is found an opportunity by the Fu Qi Mountain bandit to slash a knife on the shoulder, and he gritted his teeth and shoots a short crossbow on the ground, and the crossbow arrow sticks to the man's cheek and nails into a tree, this cold arrow scared the man into a cold sweat, and while running, he twisted out the flying knife from the cloth coat around his waist, and threw a series of extremely familiar flying knives to the seriously injured scout, and the scout who was torn a wound of more than an inch on his shoulder couldn't dodge, several throwing knives were nailed into his chest and thighs, and he was dying.

The man walked forward like a mountain snake, drawing an arc carefully close to the body, not giving the scout a chance to make a short crossbow, after the last crossbow was also rolled by him in the air, the man standing behind the scout smiled fiercely, bent forward, the knife fell, he chopped off the scout's head, kicked over the headless corpse, the man snapped his fingers, fifty taels of silver in hand, and the mountain lord promised to kill, he could have a happy night with several water spirit maids in the big mansion on the mountain, the man was about to lift the knife and leave the field, in addition to a shock to the heart, the head also swung forward, fell to the ground, and died on the spot, it turned out that two crossbow arrows were almost simultaneously nailed into his chest and the back of his head, and heard the movement of a grass coward rushed to the scene, only to see this scene of scattered souls, was about to look for shelter, there were two crossbows shot at the gun, the man with instinct dodged one of the crossbows, still to the other branch through the neck, dejected leaning on the trunk of the tree, after abandoning the knife, both hands covered the neck of the blood gushing, one on the ground and one in the tree The two scouts made a gesture, and after making sure that there was no fish nearby to take the bait, both continued to sneak quietly.

This is the Beiliang scout is more skilled than the dead man's flying knife "three people become a tiger", Xu Jiajun was mostly born with mud legs at the beginning, not to mention military books, three hundred thousand such Mongolian books have not been touched, abuse idioms, has been widely criticized, but only in the Spring and Autumn Period, countless souls who died under the Liang knife can know the ruthlessness of these enemies on the battlefield.

More than 20 scouts killed eight people after contacting the first batch of grass robbers in Fu Qi Mountain, and easily surrounded and killed nine people with cooperation, which seemed to be a tie, but if you remove the three scouts that Nan Baoyu relied on overwhelming brute force to slaughter by himself, in fact, in the case of the superior individual combat power of the good players in the rivers and lakes, the advantages and disadvantages of the battle situation are obvious to the veterans of the army who use the battle formation to check and fill in the gaps. What's more, four more successfully went around the back of Nan Baoyu's fan-shaped defense line, and finally the two of them returned to Bishan County's Wei Bai Shangyan's side, and successfully reported the battle situation with Su Zhen, the captain of Rouge County, Su Zhen personally led nearly a hundred armor soldiers into the mountains to suppress bandits this time, and the scouts in their hands were all half-loaded, hearing the approximate number of casualties, the real power captain in bright armor pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were gloomy, and he waved his hand to signal that the scouts could bypass the first battlefield and go deep into the hinterland of Fuqi Mountain, until they met the second group of bandits, However, the scouts trained by Su Zhen, who was born as a scout of the Beiliang White Horse Scout, are very famous in Youzhou, and he is also proud of it, some of the old robes who returned to the territory together with the border always like to bet with him in a different way, and if the bet is lost, he doesn't want anything else, that is, he brazenly asked for the scouts under Su Zhen's command, but after entering the mountain, nearly half of them died at once, and this Su Duwei was not angry and ruined, but just took off the new Ma Zhan Liang knife that had just arrived, and licked the blade lightly with his tongue, with a bloodthirsty face. Su Zhen can be a white horse scout, naturally he is a veteran horseman, so even if the local lieutenant should have the rules of fighting a cold knife according to the law, he also secretly opened the net to the captain above, of course, for this reason, Su Zhen gave two more scouts to cut the meat, Su Zhen looked ahead, grinned, the captain who had known each other for ten years later knew that the two cubs were the chicks who had only been scouts for half a year, it was said that he was so angry that he threatened to let him Su Zhen roll up and get out, and even the old captain dared to cheat. In addition to Bai Shangyun by Su Zhen's side, there is also Feng Qiang, the county magistrate of Bishan County, who has to come to join in the fun, Su Zhen looks at him unpleasantly, and does not take care of his limp after getting off the horse, and how to travel after entering the mountain is how to march, this weak scholar estimates that there are a lot of blisters on the soles of his feet, but Su Zhen cares whether you live or die, for the sake of Bai County's face, it doesn't hurt you to score military merits this time. The two lieutenants each led a foot soldier wearing light armor, and they took the lead, staring at each other, waiting for the leader Su Zhen to give an order. Su Zhen is relieved that the Rouge County of the Qing Case County can only be counted as a straggler of the four hundred patrols, and he needs to sit in charge in person, he has trust in Bai Shangyan, the county lieutenant, and Song Yu, the son of the big clan who knows the roots, but these two young people have the ability, but unfortunately the reputation is not enough, not enough to convince the old fritters leaders of the two counties, marching and fighting is not a child's play on paper, if it is rumored afterwards that he Su Zhen brought five hundred people, and he still bumps and bumps when he suppresses two or three hundred bandits, he Su Zhen can't afford to lose this person!

Su Zhen's subordinate scouts were followed by a hundred patrols with relatively outstanding force, although they did not participate in the first batch of battles, but soon met Nan Baoyu, the two county patrols were quick to catch the mighty cause of suppressing bandits, very lightly, Su Zhen already disliked them and hindered them, since several patrol leaders with high official qualities felt that the war exploits were easy to come by, so they went to the bottom, Su Zhen himself also wanted to determine how many of these bandits can be called tricky masters, knowing themselves and knowing their opponents is not a bad thing. At this time, Nan Baoyu, who was in the third position of Fu Qi Mountain, sat on a mountain rock, and let the two whistles with quick hands and feet count it, and the thirty brothers left nine at once, the key is that they didn't take advantage of the big fart, which made Nan Baoyu angrily knock on each other's hammers, and the sound was as strong as a temple bell, and he didn't care about exposing his hiding place, and he shouted sullenly and angrily, which was inevitably a little deflated. However, the war did not give Nan Baoyu, a three-grade master not far from the threshold of the little grandmaster, too much respite, and soon there was a whistle saying that the officers and soldiers of the brigade had arrived, Nan Baoyu asked how many people, but the whistle was not a regular scout after all, only saw a dozen patrols swarming in sight, so frightened that he hurriedly turned around and ran, where can he answer an accurate number, Nan Baoyu, as the master of Fu Qi Mountain, also knew the depth of his own family, snorted coldly, did not care, strode into the meteor, and took the lead in crashing into the thick front of the patrol？

More than 100 patrols are led by four experienced stall players, who do not know the essence of the battle formation, but know a little about the fur, and the formation is scattered and sparse in the eyes of experts, but there is still a showcase, the four leaders can get ahead in a county, and dare to take risks in person, there must be some martial arts, and the patrol around them is the elite of Qingzhan County and Rouge County, the street battles they often participate in, and the gap between Lin Zhan at this moment, is much smaller than the gap between the starting horse battle, the combination of knife hand and archer is quite appropriate, so when they see the burly old man carrying a pair of sledgehammers, single-handedly like a wild horse rushing out of the trough, after the stallman gives the order, the bow and arrow come out in an orderly manner, In the gap between the trees, like a scoop of water sprinkled on the head, Nan Baoyu unscrupulously laughed, relying on the knotted spirit of the three-rank martial artist, the gilded sledgehammer waved wildly, the golden light was shining, some weak arrows, he didn't even bother to dodge, and some painless blood was wiped out on his body, his eyes were red, and he ran forward.

Four battle-hardened stall players do not need words, the four of them went out at the same time to join forces to meet the enemy, but they did not come together to send them to death, and this well-known master of the rivers and lakes competed in the realm, the four of them walked in unison, each of them made a knife, echoed each other, and fought around Nan Baoyu, and the second wave of arrow rain was thrown to a dozen bandits who wanted to reinforce the lord of Nanshan in the distance, two bandits who had never experienced such a battle, suddenly shot out a hedgehog, when they fell to the ground, the front half of the body was full of arrows, under the command of a young master of Fu Qi Mountain, they were urgently divided into two batches, and they rushed forward rapidly on the left and right sides, and they were bound to break up the arrow array first, Every time the foothold of the forward sweep falls behind the thick trunk in the interval of the arrow rain, such an advance, the battle damage is not large, coupled with Nan Baoyu's attention, not to mention the victory in hand, but under the premise of absolute disadvantage in numbers, there is far no sign of defeat like a mountain.

That young master is Liu Yu, the master of the immortal master of Fu Qi Mountain, Liu Yu, the number one hero of the prison robbery in Bishan County, he is the only one who runs from the front of the bandit, since he is a teacher of Wei Jin who is proficient in Fu Jin, Liu Yu, who is carrying a peachwood ancient sword, is naturally burdened with many secret techniques of Taoism, a piece of yellow paper out of his sleeves, and "planted" on the trunk of the tree to make a Xuantong rune made of painstaking blood, and gently spit out a "duh" Words, with a twist of both hands and wrists, the two big trees slammed into Zhang Gong to patrol, not crushing a single person, but making the originally meticulous formation a little messy, Liu Yu kept out the yellow charm and spit out the truth, and the big trees were like spirits possessed, and they collapsed wantonly, so that the bandits running on both sides became more and more relaxed, and a few guys who were very good at light work even whistled comfortably. Since it is the line of life and death that cannot be escaped, and those who are afraid of death die quickly, this truth is more deeply experienced by the bandits in Fuqi Mountain than patrolling, and one side is to reap the merits of the war, and the other side is the dog that is forced to jump over the wall, not to talk about the situation, in terms of the spirit of the hostile two sides, the judgment is made.

Although the four patrol leaders were interested in taking a grappling fight, rather than a death match, but in the face of Nan Baoyu, who was strong enough to serve as an ordinary border military captain, it was still inevitable that he would be overstretched, Nan Baoyu was desperately slashed by a rescue knife in the back, two hammers, and the head of an old stall player was crushed, blood was spilled, and a hammer was thrown out casually, and a stall hand who had to temporarily block his chest with a knife after being slightly stunned smashed out a mouthful of blood, and his body hit a tree, shaking and shaking, and he had to get up with a difficult knife, Liu Yu jumped high, his sleeves flew out of the most than a dozen talismans at the bottom of the box, and he held the peachwood sword with one hand in the air.

Nan Baoyu, who was left with a gilt sledgehammer, wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, spit, glanced at the shadow above his head, and scolded: "Stinky boy, when I was a child, I liked to and pee on your Uncle Nan's neck, and I don't wear open crotch pants anymore, but I still don't change my thief nature!"

Liu Yu swept into the patrol array, and the peachwood sword out of the sheath seemed to have no edge, but with a sword sweep, it cut off the heads of the two leading swordsmen, Liu Yu bowed his head and bent over, holding the corpse with one hand, and continued to rush forward, and the peachwood sword in his hand killed a knife hand on his side.

The two old patrolmen who survived under the hammer of Nanbao Yu glanced at each other, nodded, and did not retreat. It's not that I'm not afraid of death, but I can't retreat, and I don't want to retreat.

Beiliang boys, whether they are officials or bandits, may not be obvious in ordinary times, but they are deeply dead, and they all have the same blood.

Some time ago, most of the dead soldiers who would be raised by the Cultivation Sect, most of the locals in Beiliang died, and they didn't ask what they were doing, neither asked why the bastard young vassal king was so cold-blooded, nor did they ask whether they should die or not, they simply died in the assassination. Those who live secretly are often outsiders.

The hundred patrols obviously didn't expect this to be such a situation in advance, and how many people could be left in the hundred?

The answer was quickly revealed.

There were only six people standing in front of Du Lieutenant Su Zhen.

It is six young and immature faces of the relative stall leaders.

This means that the patrols of the two counties will be one of them in half an hour, and they are both the most skilled people!

The county commander Feng Qian gasped, full of timidity.

Su Zhen's face was expressionless, and he raised his hand and waved. Without this lieutenant saying a word, those patrol leaders didn't dare to fight for anything anymore, and obediently fell behind more than a hundred armor soldiers.

Xu Fengnian always stood on the high branch, but turned his head and glanced back.

The movement of the front mountain fell in the eyes, but it was not surprising, no matter how brave and good the armor soldiers led by the captain were, it was almost impossible to take the Fu Qi Mountain, which was allied with the Immortal Coffin Cave.

But the soldiers and horses of the emperor also arrived in the back mountain.

A hundred crossbowmen, and a thousand elite foot soldiers in the true sense of the word.

There are also 1,000 light horsemen outside the mountain to chase and kill the fish that have slipped through the net.

Xu Fengnian smiled, Wang Shiwei made him regain confidence in Youzhou officialdom, and the fact that there were only twenty scouts of the lieutenant made him look at the ranks of the local lieutenant in Youzhou.

He, Xu Fengnian, can indeed go to the Beimang Palace alone to kill now, and he may even be even more domineering than Cao Changqing going to Tai'an City.

But if he really wants to protect the Northwest Gateway, Xu Fengnian still needs something other than the 300,000 iron horsemen on the border.