Among the Xuanda sergeants watching in the front row, someone snorted and commented: "Lao Tzu is also a gun, and I think this Sichuan barbarian is very capable." As a result, hey, when he came up, he was slapped on the head of the gun, and the moves were just three tricks: stop, take, and pierce. Sure enough, the handsome gentlemen are even more ...... to be civil officials or singing halls."

He didn't say anything in the last half of the sentence, and he was hit lightly on the skull.

A general of the local government who came from the rear patrol taught him with a cold face: "Unseen melon baby! It's the same move to block Naza, if you go to fight with the general flag, it won't be the head of the gun, but your braincase. Do you have two eyeballs painted on your face? Are you blind? You give Lao Tzu a closer look, after General Ma's three moves, the gun is in and back, and the pole is not solid, so the gun, like a long snake's neck, will protrude forward and retract. ”

Another Xuanda soldier, who usually uses guns, caught up with the words of the general: "No, it's from a family of stone spears, unlike us, who only carry tail thorns." ”

The general looked at him with satisfaction, and then explained sternly and solemnly to the few heads stretched out from front to back, left and right to listen: "People are now making moves with the General Banner, and the way they use is different from when they go into battle. Lao Tzu estimated that when they went into battle, their stone spearmen relied more on the formation, the back hand was at the end of the gun, and because of the horse, it was easy to pull away, as long as the gunner was not shot down by the foot bow, what kind of big knife, hammer, mace, and mace of the dry tartars, one did one accurately. But at this moment, General Ma and General Man Qi are like dismounting and fighting on foot, heads-up, regardless of marksmanship or knife skills, they have to change their ways. You stinky boys, look at it, see it, even if you practice their three or four successes, when you turn back and cut and stab against the Tartars, the odds of winning can be much greater, Mo taught your mother-in-law, when she was still pregnant with your cub in her belly, she became a little widow. ”

The soldiers hurriedly made a promise.

At this moment, the snow in the center of the field was already covered with the footprints of the gunman and the knife hand, and the position of the two of them had also turned a full halfway.

But the situation is still that the gun cannot pierce the body of the knife man, and the knife cannot deceive the gunman's vital point.

After these twenty or thirty moves, Man Gui couldn't help but put out a few inches of thought, and sincerely admired Ma Xianglin's solid skills and exquisite marksmanship.

He could see clearly that this General Ma was controlling the barrel of the gun with a hollow fist.

This technique allows the gunner to focus on getting close to the head of the gun in a moment, making up for the disadvantage of long weapons in close combat.

In addition, this kind of trick of sliding the barrel of the gun like a strange way will make it impossible for the knife hand to accurately estimate the attack distance of the spear in and out, and if you are not careful, you will be poked in the hole due to a mistake in judgment.

As the saying goes, "stab to death and slash", in close combat, the tip of the gun is easier to go straight to the throat or heart, and the knife is sharper, and it is difficult to kill the gunman instantly.

As a result, the more Man Gui fought, the more he didn't dare to hold it up, and he felt that the whole person was entangled in the Yanling knife from his eyesight to his body, and then to that soul.

The people and scenes, sounds and images around him are all gone, and Man Gui is like entering a white and vast foreign land.

Under the void, only the man's spear, like the rain of mid-spring, like the lightning of the summer night, like the sound of geese coming in autumn, like the wind of twilight, fell in front of him and whistled in his ears.

The white-pole silver spear will not only "block, take, and pierce", but also circle, point, pounce, stab, wind" and other endless moves, which are very rare in the spear of the Northland.

Finally, Man Gui seized an opportunity.

He saw Ma Xianglin's intention to dangle a shot, and he was not fooled, but calmly waited for the other party to stab the second shot, his shoulder blades rotated to the left, dodging the killing move of sealing the throat with the tip of the gun.

The hearts of the people in the audience suddenly also mentioned their throats.

"Sticky guns!"

"Gun in, gun in!"

"Yikes! It's broken! The knife has broken the spear! ”

The silver light trembled, and as Ma Xianglin stumbled to the ground, the Xuanfu soldiers erupted in cheers and whistles.

Only a few of Ma Xianglin's family members, you look at me, I look at you, with a strange expression on his face.

It's not that I'm angry, it's surprising.

"Although the strength of this Mangui sticky gun is great, can it have the strength of General Qin's hands when he practiced the young master? The young master will not be stumped by this kind of road. ”

In the family, Ma Biao, who has been following Ma Xianglin since childhood, muttered in confusion.

In the field, Ma Xianglin had already gotten up, put the spear on the snow, briskly rushed to Man Gui with a fist, turned to the crowd again, and said loudly: "Man Zongqi is really good at swordsmanship, Xuanzhen man is good and skilled, Ma is convinced!" Guys, let's have dinner. ”

He said it chic and sincerely, and the generals of the Xuanfu were quite impressed by the demeanor and marksmanship of this foreign general.

Because he saw that although Ma Xianglin was a well-deserved famous general in the world, he did not have the style of a phoenix in distress and looked down on pheasants, and the few Xuanfu men who also used guns couldn't take care of eating, so they gathered one by one and begged General Ma for guidance.

Ma Xianglin was chatting with them while looking at Man Gui not far away from the corner of his eye.

Man Gui took the dry food brought by his soldiers, gnawed on it without saying a word, and only raised his hands perfunctorily to the applause and worship of his comrades.

He didn't even untie the hemp rope from the knife, leaving it to return to its cowhide scabbard refreshedly.

……

At night, although the moon is bright, the wind is raging tightly, like a ghost crying wolf.

Outside Ma Xianglin's tent, Ma Biao was reinforcing a corner of the tent, and suddenly saw a figure beside him.

He turned around and saw Man Gui standing still.

Ma Biao said angrily: "Man Zongqi, you are really good, a knife is dancing loudly, and there is no sound when walking in the snow." What's the matter with you? ”

"I want to talk to General Ma."

"At this hour?"

"Ma Biao, please enter the account with the general flag." Ma Xianglin's voice sounded in the tent.

Man Gui followed Ma Biao through the felt curtain and saw that Ma Xianglin had lit the pine resin lamp, and although there was no smile on his face reflecting the ghostly light, his expression was quiet and gentle.

Brother Man sat down and said. Ma Xianglin said.

Man Gui was silent for a few breaths, and then his right hand suddenly went to hold the handle of the knife.

Ma Biao on the side reacted very quickly, grabbed two steps, and slammed into Man Gui's arm, the force was too strong, where could he stop it, and fell in the corner with this tiger-backed warrior.

"What are you going to do?" While Ma Biao fell, he held down Man Gui's wrist and scolded at the same time.

The curtain of the tent was suddenly opened, and the Ma family members in the neighboring tents on the left and right heard the movement and rushed in like rabbits.

Man Gui shouted: "Let go, I'm not a Tartar, can I still harm General Ma?" My knife is broken. Let me ask General Ma why he deliberately let me win! ”