The fire spread rapidly from the foot of the mountain to the top of the burning, today the sky is beautiful, there are some small autumn winds, but also to the fire to help, the crackling and fierce fire.

Qian Taichang led five hundred soldiers and horses to stand at the foot of the mountain, looking at the fire that was even more fierce than yesterday, with a cruel smile on his face, he could almost imagine the panicked scene of the Shenshu camp on the top of the mountain; You weren't yesterday to make a generous statement to be true. Guns? Didn't you say you deserved to be burned? Today you are the one who deserves it. Thinking of this, Qian Taichang couldn't help laughing.

Half an hour later, the fire reached the top of the mountain, and after the fire, the black slope was filled with smoke, and the visibility was very poor, and the situation on the top of the hilltop was not visible. But from a distance, you can see that the fire has surrounded the walled wall at the top of the hill, and judging from the burning wood that rolls down the hillside from time to time above the wall, the fire has burned into the walled fort. In the face of the sparks splashing all over the hillside and the flying ash that covered the sky, the soldiers of the Yangwei camp at the foot of the mountain were terrified: the people on the mountain were afraid that they were finished.

"Woohoo." A sharp bamboo flute sounded, startling the soldiers of the 500 Yangwei Battalion.

"What's wrong? Who is playing the bamboo flute? Qian Taichang asked in surprise.

"Master Qiyu, Zhenwei Camp does not have the habit of using bamboo flutes, it was not issued by our people." Someone reported it.

"Who's that? Listen to the sound just near the left. Qian Taichang's heart tightened, and as soon as the words fell, he heard the sound of breaking through the sky, buzzing like bees flying, and a black and oppressive smoke rose from the ravine on the side, and fell on the heads of the soldiers.

"Not good, enemy attack, someone shoots arrows!" Someone shouted.

At the same time, a large piece of arrows fell, and the sound of puff was endless, and at the same time, the sound of shouting and killing in the smoke and dust on the side resounded through the valley, and a blurred figure appeared in the smoke, and the tall figure in the leader dragged a long wooden knife in his hand.

"Ah, why are they at the bottom of the mountain?" Qian Xiu exclaimed.

Qian Taichang shouted: "Meet the enemy, meet the enemy." ”

The judge quickly began to perform his duties: "Those who have been hit by arrows gather in the rear, you are out." You, you, and you, and you......"

More than 20 soldiers who were hit by arrows were driven to the rear, the scene was too chaotic, and more than 30 people took advantage of the chaos to confuse the past.

Although more than 20 people were reduced, it had little impact on the overall combat strength, Qian Taichang was very determined, after all, he was a soldier in the Beijing camp, after the initial panic passed, he quickly stabilized his position, the two sides fought together, wooden knives, swords and wooden guns exchanged fires and made a plopping sound, and heavy wheezing sounded one after another in the valley.

Since the Shenshu Battalion participated in the big competition, it is the first time that the real head-on enemy is still the first time, and Qian Taichang is honored to enjoy the honor of this first head-to-head battle; But the achievement of this honor obviously paid a huge price, these not burly Shenshu battalion soldiers are all equipped with martial arts, and the hands are also holding light wooden knives and wooden swords, not to win by force, the victory is to be vigorous and flexible, jumping around like a monkey, and the sword smeared with black powder in his hand is specially slashed at the opponent's face, because the head is the key point stipulated in the rules, no matter where the knife is in the face, it is regarded as serious injury or death, and is directly kicked out.

After the tea, hundreds of soldiers of the Zhenwei battalion were reprimanded and left the field with black marks on their faces, and more than 40 soldiers and horses of the Shenshu battalion were out, and the combat power was self-evident; After another cup of tea, after Qian Xiu was cut by Jiang Bin's knife and fainted on the top of his head, there were only about 100 soldiers and horses left in the Zhenwei battalion who were still struggling on the field, and there were more than 300 soldiers in the Shenshu battalion.

"Are you still fighting?" Song Nan raised his arms and stopped: "It's boring to waste everyone's strength, Master Qian, stop, take your son to see Lang Zhong in the army, in case Ling Lang is shocked by that knife and becomes a fool, I am not responsible, Lord Jiang's arm strength is not covered, don't look at what he is holding is a wooden big knife, he can still kill people with one sword." ”

Qian Taichang's armor was crooked, he stood still panting, waved his hand and said: "If you don't fight, if you don't fight, you just admit defeat." How did you get down the mountain, I clearly ordered people to watch your movements from all sides, and when the fire started, you were still in the fortress, how could you break out of the fire? ”

Song Nan said with a smile: "It's very simple, taking advantage of the cover of smoke after the fire, we broke a gap with a sandalwood rolling stone from a downwind place, although five hundred people were burned a dozen, but it was nothing." Then we took a detour to your side and rested for a while, and I took the opportunity to squint for a while to make up for the sleep I hadn't had had last night because I had changed beds; Lord Jiang took the opportunity to pull a soak of stool. ”

Jiang Bin rolled his eyes and said, "Do you want to mention this matter too?" ”

Song Nan smiled: "Don't mention it, don't mention it." ”

Qian Taichang said gloomily: "That's it, I've fallen into your way again." ”

Song Nan smiled and said, "I didn't take advantage of you this time, we are really good. The hard fight of the gun, you should sigh that the skill is not as good as the talent is. We could have shot a few more rounds of arrows when you were in a mess, but I didn't. Like yesterday, I've always given you a chance, but you're really not an opponent. ”

Qian Taichang wanted to scold and refute, but he couldn't find a reason to refute; Song Nan stepped forward and raised the wooden knife in his hand and said, "Old rules." ”

"What's the old rule?"

"Huh? Didn't Master Ma tell you? All the soldiers and horses who fight against me, I will personally send their admirals out, and if you don't have a mark on your body, it means that you have a chance to live, and that won't work. Don't resist, if you do, you will be even worse, and your men will be miserable. ”

"Song Nan, don't deceive people too much." Qian Taichang roared loudly, and the wooden sword in his hand was also raised.

Song Nan tilted his head and said, "Don't you want to?" Anyway, this battle can only be finished, and the brothers will send them out, and Master Qianhou will be captured alive. ”

The battle ended quickly, and there was no suspense in the one-sided battle, but this time the soldiers of the Shenshu Battalion were much more ruthless, and they used a lot of strength in their fists, feet, and swords, and the soldiers of the Yangwei Battalion were dizzy and screamed in pain. More than a dozen soldiers paid the price of being slashed by Qian Taichang, threw Qian Taichang on the grass, and cut his hands and feet to control him.

Song Nan frowned and stepped forward and said, "Master Qian, this is all your own fault, originally you only need to draw one stroke on your face, but now I have to draw one more stroke." ”

Song Nan dragged the wooden knife, drew a big cross on Qian Taichang's face, leaned back and observed: "This stroke from the top left to the bottom right seems to be a little crooked." ”

Jiang Bin smacked his lips and said: "It's not just a little bent, it's like an earthworm, if I come to paint, it will be better than you." ”

Song Nan rolled his eyes and said: "Next time you come, I want to see how good your painting is, you fight with a knife, can you read calligraphy and painting?" ”

Qian Taichang almost fainted when he heard the two of them discuss, Song Nan reached out and took the Lingqi from his waist and held it high; The judge spoke out at the right time: "Zhenwei Battalion, out!" ”

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Qian Taichang's misfortune has become the best talking point in the camp, Ma Zhifang was the object of sympathy before this, but now it seems that Qian Taichang is the worst one, because his face was painted with a big black cross; I don't know what kind of medicinal powder Song Nan used, the black fork on Qian Taichang's face was washed more than a dozen times and didn't wash it off, and at noon, when the commanders of the various armies in the Zhengde tent dined together, Qian Taichang still had the huge fork on his face, which made people want to look at it but couldn't bear to look at it, and wanted to laugh but couldn't bear to laugh.

When the lot was drawn in the afternoon, everyone prayed that they would not be drawn to the Shenshu camp, it turned out that the Shenshu camp was a difficult bone to gnaw, and their admiral Song Nan was a perverted guy who liked to scribble on people's faces, and the thought of losing if he was drawn by him would definitely be drawn one or two strokes, and he would go crazy thinking about it.

There is a lucky one among the four eliminated soldiers and horses in this round, they have to decide who can be resurrected by lottery, Zhenwei Battalion, Xianwu Battalion, Bazhou Wei, and the commander of the four battalions of the Dare Yong Battalion drew lots in full view of everyone, and after the four lots were caught, Qian Taichang, who had a black cross on his face, did not lose his luck because of the black fork on his face, and won the championship in one fell swoop, and was resurrected again after elimination.

When Song Nan returned the Zhenwei Camp Flag, he gave his heartfelt blessings: "This time, Master Qian is going to take this Command Flag, I hope you don't face my Shenshu Camp again." ”

Qian Taichang said angrily: "Do you think the old man is afraid of you? ”

Song Nan sighed and turned around to retreat, not arguing with him. The next six teams of soldiers and horses conducted the final round of offensive and defensive matches, and when Qian Taichang reached out and grabbed a bag and opened it, everyone looked at Qian Taichang with extreme pity and obvious schadenfreude.

Qian Taichang's luck was so good, he won the Shenshu camp again, and he faced Song Nan again.

Qian Taichang's face was red and white and black, and he sighed in his heart that his fate was not good, Song Nan walked up and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Master Hou, as you wish, hey!" I really don't want to face you, helplessly, this is the arrangement of fate. ”