Zhou Jiuer looked at the monk's appearance, it was really a little crazy, if it wasn't for the fact that it was noon at this time, he would have thought that he had seen a ghost.

But in line with the principle that more is better than less, Zhou Jiuer still pointed to another road at the fork in the road and said: "From this road all the way to the capital." ”

When the monk heard this, he gave a Buddhist salute, said "thank you", and then walked away slowly.

Zhou Jiuer only felt that the monk had already walked out of the distance as soon as he saw a flower, he shook his head in disbelief, and said to himself: "I have encountered more strange things today than I have encountered in this life. ”

At this point, he felt a little hungry, so he stopped thinking about these troubles, and instead lowered his head and bent down to continue digging up sweet potatoes. It's not that he wasn't curious about what the monk threw away just now, but he just lost his twenty-year lifespan, and he really didn't have the courage to dig deeper, so he had to fill his stomach and be realistic.

Zhou Jiuer was pouting his ass and digging hard, when suddenly his ass was kicked hard, and he bent over and put his head on the ground, almost sticking his head into the sweet potato hole.

Zhou Jiuer turned his head angrily, only to see a fat woman looking at him with an angry face.

"Okay, I should have been a short-lived ghost who stole my sweet potato, it turned out to be you! Stealing things and stealing them to the old lady's head, you don't inquire about Sanli and Five Villages, my Song widow is easy to bully? ”

Zhou Jiuer knew that he was at a loss, and he was about to run away with a rolling belt, he had seen with his own eyes, this fat woman who could weigh two hundred pounds, knocked down a frightened horse with her bare hands, this strength, few soldiers of Kaipingwei could do it, if they fell into the hands of the other party, I am afraid that the skin would be stripped of the soles of shoes.

But how could the fat woman let him go easily, grabbed Zhou Jiuer's two ankles directly with both hands, and then dragged Zhou Jiuer out, and Zhou Jiuer, who was head-down, was dragged to gnaw a mouthful of mud.

The fat woman's hands were like iron hoops, no matter how Zhou Jiuer struggled, she couldn't break free, and on this otherwise calm field, Zhou Jiuer's wail suddenly resounded.

Not far west of the field, at the foot of the hillside, a human head lay quietly in the grass, its head and face distorted, its eyes wide open and its face full of horror, and a scar running from top to bottom throughout the face.

……

It was getting noon, and the battle of Kaipingwei was still not over, and the two sides were already exhausted, and they were hungry and thirsty at this time, and both sides were weak to fight.

Despite this, there were still a lot of casualties on both sides, and the Gan family army had already lost several thousand households, thousands of households died on top of hundreds of households, and hundreds of households died on top of the captain, at this time, the tiger son was that the hundred households above him died in the first round of charges in the morning, and he could only stubbornly go up.

Although he had little previous experience, this battle lasted for an unexpectedly long time, and he not only accumulated rich experience in this battle, but also applied half of the art of war that he had learned from Zhou Jiu'er before.

So now, even if he is given a hundred people, he can command properly, and the combination of various formations and the use of various tactics will gradually make him dazzling.

Soon, the commander Chito discovered his existence, and after observing for a while, he found that he was full of tricks and could give the enemy a severe blow every time, so Chiho immediately decided to order Torano to be his deputy and command the army of a thousand people with him.

Huzi was naturally a little at a loss at first, but as time went by, he gradually discovered that the half of the art of war he had just acquired was actually as easy to use as many people as possible in command. So he quickly adapted to the work of commanding a thousand people, and the orders that came out of his mouth became more and more and faster, and finally the limelight overshadowed the thousand households on the side.

In the battle, Qianhu naturally didn't care too much, after all, it was the most important thing to win this battle alive, so in the end, he simply let it play, so a dramatic scene occurred in a corner of the battlefield:

A captain was working hard to dispatch troops to command the battlefield, while the thousand households on the side were quietly watching, and even the thousands of households who were idle did not forget to wipe the blood stains on their armor.

Although the situation on Huzi's side is stable and stable against the other party, the entire Gan family army is still very passive, as the commanders die one by one, the follow-up replacement will be more or less inexperienced, and the battle situation is gradually no longer one for two, but reluctantly one for one, the reason why it is said reluctantly is because the Gan family army died more.

The most important thing in marching and fighting is momentum, and once the momentum is relaxed, it is easy to be defeated.

Today's Ganjia army is at the node where the momentum is about to relax, the commander of the Northern Turkistan army, Halba, has led the troops for more than ten years, and has experienced experience, and at this moment it can be seen at a glance that the Ganjia army is at the end of the crossbow, and with only a little pressure, the opponent will collapse on its own.

"Bring me my knife!" Harba commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

The deputy on the side presented the treasure knife, the scabbard was made of gold, and the scabbard was inlaid with precious stones, compared to the scabbard, the handle of the knife was much more unpretentious, and the wooden handle was inlaid with only a few rubies.

To outsiders, this may not be a murder knife, but more like an exquisitely crafted ornamental object, but in the Northern Turkestan army, no one dares to despise this knife.

The ruby on the hilt of the knife is not a real ruby, but a bright red mark formed by the uncleaned blood that has been stained with blood for many years.

This knife is not a first-class knife in terms of sharpness, but the number of killings is definitely ranked first on the weapon spectrum.

Halba drew his blade, which was ornate in appearance but actually drank blood, and saw that the edge of the knife was covered with tiny chips, all of which were caused by slashing into human bones.

He raised his scimitar, pointed at the Central Plains army in front of him, and rushed out on horseback.

On the battlefield, the main general personally rushed in front of the array, which was the greatest encouragement to the soldiers.

When the Northern Turkistan army saw the commander rushing to the front line from the rear, it was as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and the originally decadent morale rose suddenly, on the other hand, the morale of the Gan army was reduced again and again because of Halba's move.

Just when the morale of the Gan family army was about to collapse, a war horse rushed out of the crowd.

The armor on the horse's body was already covered with a thick layer of blood, so much so that it took on a bewitching dark red. This man with a spear in his hand rushed towards Harba, who was riding his horse, and this man was the king's hand.

From the beginning of the battle, Wang Zhanglu has been staring at Halba's movements, but unfortunately the other party is afraid of death, has been hiding in the rear, Wang Zhanglu rushed into the enemy formation several times to kill him, but was blocked by layers of Northern Commandos, at this moment Halba gave up staying in the rear, which was in line with Wang Zhanglu's mind.

The two soon collided together, and Halba used a scimitar to fight Wang Zhang's spear, Wang Zhiqi thought that with the opponent's cautious character, he must be a person who was not good at fighting, but as soon as he fought, he felt that something was wrong.

This knife is too heavy!

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