"Heaven, in the ancient books of our clan, is also called 'Lang'. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qingqiu turned his head and looked at Zhan Zhongqi, "You said that you controlled the Pegasus, presumably with the help of people from my clan, ......right?" Is it Uncle Lamba?"

Zhan Zhongqi and Han Feng both responded.

Qingqiu showed a leisurely expression on his face, and said, "I remember that I admired Uncle Langba very much when I was a child, and I cried a lot when he left. At that time, I always thought that if I went out of the mountain, I would die, but I didn't expect him to be not only there, but also to control the Pegasus. ”

Zhan Zhongqi said: "In all fairness, Langba's talent is not good, if it weren't for Wanlong leaving a secret, he might not be able to control the King of Horses so early." However, if he hadn't taken that step too early, with his down-to-earth and diligent mind, it would have been a matter of time before he broke through the obstacles. Alas, if it weren't for Wanlong, he might not have been able to leave Xiji Mountain so early, and he might not have been able to see this world. Rest on your laurels, maybe everything is just sitting in a well and watching the sky...... Therefore, it is really hard to say whether Wanlong passed on to you whether it is a blessing or a curse for you. ”

Qingqiu asked, "Where is Uncle Langba now?"

Zhan Zhongqi said: "He doesn't take credit, and he refuses to admit that Tianma is something he can control." It's just that after such an incident, he seems to have understood something, and now he is in retreat in Fengguan Mangcheng. ”

Qingqiu lowered his head and thought about it, and suddenly chuckled: "It's okay, it's okay." After that, she stood up and said that she was going to rest, when she stood next to the fire, and Han Feng saw a string of short black iron rods hanging from her waist, shaking with purple red light under the light of the fire.

I think it was a purple and gold weapon, and it was connected like this, but it didn't look like a stick or a whip. Han Feng asked, "I don't know what kind of weapon it is?"

Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Daning pen gun." ”

In the past, among the prodigal soldiers who left the capital, Han Feng was an infantryman, so he was not skilled in horse warfare. At this time, he was dressed in battle, and he was the commander of the emperor, and he did not personally train the cavalry. And his own kung fu has reached the point where he can reach the point of being all-encompassing, so with a saber in hand, he can go on a rampage, treating millions of troops as nothing.

Therefore, Han Feng didn't know as much about the weapons of horse warfare as the infantry weapons, if it weren't for Bai Tong's frequent "tutoring" for him, he would only know guns, spears, knives and sticks at most, and he didn't know that there were various classifications under each weapon.

Due to the development of weapon forging technology, knives are often used in horse warfare in the army, spears and halberds have long been abandoned, and there are very few guns used. What's more, practicing a gun is much more difficult than practicing a knife, as the saying goes, "the moon stick year knife is a lifetime gun", which refers to this. However, the gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, if used to the extreme, the circle drawn by the head of the gun can be shrunk in more than an inch, and in this more than an inch, the water can not be splashed, and the number is the square inch of the world.

However, if the marksmanship is practiced to the extreme, the arm strength and wrist strength of the person who uses the gun are one in a hundred, and it is not easy for ordinary men to do it, let alone the cowardly daughter's family? Han Feng couldn't help but be in awe of Qingqiu, but Qingqiu pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "If the horse guards don't understand horse fighting, won't they live in vain?"

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Qingqiu didn't take the mount out of the mountain, but before Zhang Lejin and the ten people asked her to give her the horse, she took Xiaozhuo by the loud and sat on it gently and skillfully.

Xiaozhuo didn't put on the harness, but Qingqiu sat on the back of a bareback horse, as if he was sitting on a rocking chair. She has a snow-white skirt with a red horse in black, without powder, but she has a natural charm, which makes Zhang Lejin and the others can't help but look sideways and be amazed.

Because Xiaozhuo was the king of horses, the mounts of the rest of the people naturally kept a distance from it, and they didn't even dare to overtake it to the front. And Han Feng was also on the way out of the mountain, and saw Xiaozhuo's temper clearly. It was indeed the blood of the Nine Searings, and when it came to temper temper, it was more than that, and if any other horse was driven closer to it by its owner, it would immediately snort and warn the other horse. Its eyes were empty, and at the same time, it was excited to be able to go out of the mountain, if it wasn't for Qingqiu strangling it hard, I was afraid that it would take the lead and go away.

Walking behind Qingqiu, what Han Feng saw was naturally the back of this woman.

But when looking at her back, Han Feng couldn't help but think of Huang Jidu.

When he left the capital, he had heard that the Rong people were born warriors, and he didn't know that Huang Ji was all Rong Ji people, but he always felt that he could be called a qualified warrior like Huang Jidu. And now, looking at Qingqiu, he knows that she is peerless, but he still feels that she is "tall" and "burly" on the horse at the moment, and she is a qualified warrior.

He never saw a woman again...... Or that a person's back can stand up straighter than her. If a well-trained soldier like Zhang Lejin can point to the sky like a javelin when standing on the ground, then Qingqiu, who is sitting on a horse, is like an iron spear, which cannot be bent by the wind or beaten by the rain. She seemed to be born to wear a battle robe to the battlefield, harvesting life like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, this was the best choice for his future general, at least for now, Han Feng didn't think about it in his heart.

When Qingqiu said that her ability was not great, Han Feng was a little disappointed, but at this moment, hope vaguely rose in his heart. He always felt that this woman would not be easily defeated.

When the camp was closed, because he couldn't find a wooden pole to set up a tent temporarily, Han Feng saw the true face of Daning's pen gun for the first time. Qingqiu picked up the body of the spear section by section, standing on the ground as tall as a person, its material is a variant of purple gold - Ugin, which looks swarthy on weekdays, and only when it is lit from the side, can you see a faint purple red. Han Feng also tried to weigh it-for him, it was naturally not heavy, but for a woman, if she could wield the wind, it was indeed not easy.

The head of the gun is made of pure purple gold, about two inches long, and its material is as pure as Han Feng's purple gold saber. This made Han Feng couldn't help but look at the collection of the horse guards - according to Qingqiu, there were many purple gold blades like this in the clan, and they were all talismans for those who left the clan.

"Of course, it's not bad if the handle of the gun is wooden...... Qingqiu said with a smile, "When you cross the river in the future, you won't be able to find a bamboo pole for rafting, and you can still use it." It's a pity that the wood that can reach the toughness of Ugin is Zaoyang wood, which is a treasure that is rarer than Zijin, and it has long been picked up by the people who left the clan before. ”

After hearing her words, Han Feng remembered the military book he had read before. When talking about the difference between knives and guns, although it is also admired that soldiers now use knives, it also says that guns can be camped, waded in water, and even temporarily used as stretchers, which is convenient and trouble-free.

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