At night, the county soldiers of the two squads quietly left the barracks under the leadership of Fang Shiqing and disappeared into the night.

Except for the core characters, no one knew where they went, and even the county soldiers who went out on the expedition, they only received orders to train in the field.

Pulling training is a training term invented by the magistrate.

This means field training, that is, the county soldiers leave the barracks and go to the field to conduct training that simulates actual combat.

The county soldiers are all spiritual guys, and their abundant energy and curiosity make them very fond of this training method, and the captain also took them to Litou Mountain for mountain combat training.

Mountain warfare training is very suitable for bandit warfare, so everyone is very active.

But this training seems to be different.

They each brought ten days' worth of dry food and even clothes and sleeping bags. In addition to swords and guns, everyone was equipped with crossbows, and the only ten bird guns were carried.

They are simply armed to the teeth.

A few nimble brains seem to smell the war.

"Captain Guan, are we going to war?" Zhan Zhao asked Guan Yu quietly.

"Don't talk!" Guan Yu reprimanded.

Zhanzhao quickly shut up. Before leaving, the captain had ordered that noise should not be made during the march, and it was certainly not allowed to speak.

He bowed his head and continued his march.

Guan Yu looked at the sky and judged the direction of the march with the stars.

At this time, they had already left Qinghe County and were marching westward.

There are no mountain bandits in Qinghe County, and to the west, after Qinghe County, it is Shanyang County, and I heard that there are mountain bandits rampant there.

Do you have to go to Shanyang County to suppress bandits?

He quickly dismissed the idea.

Because it's impractical. They are only county soldiers, not regular officers and soldiers, they are soldiers in Qinghe County, and they are citizens when they leave Qinghe County.

Unless it is a special transfer, they have no right to suppress bandits in Shanyang County.

Fan Kuai, who led the second squad and followed closely behind the first squad, also muttered in his heart. This time they don't look like training, but like they're going to fight, but who are they going to fight?

He had been running for most of the night, and he didn't even know who the enemy was, and he felt uncomfortable.

But he didn't dare ask.

My lord said that it is the duty of a soldier to obey orders.

He just needs to obey military orders and doesn't need to ask why.

But he was so uncomfortable.

At dawn, in the morning light, he found them walking through a dense pine forest.

There was a military order from the front, so everyone rested in place and waited for the order.

Then a herald called Guan Yu and Fan Kuai away.

Fang Shiqing was at the forefront of the troops, she had already dismounted, and Ma Ben turned out to be Ximen Feixue, the young man of Sword Mountain.

After each other's chatter, Fang Shiqing announced the purpose of the march.

Pretend to be a mountain bandit!

Black eats black!

Legal robbery, who doesn't love it?

Guan Yu and Fan were as happy as if they had married a new daughter-in-law. But when he heard the division of labor between the two teams, Fan Kuai was immediately unhappy.

Because his second squad is only responsible for pick-up.

"Lao Fan, our final safety depends on you!" Guan Yu said "seriously", but the tone was very inadequate.

Fan wanted to go crazy, but military law did not allow mercy.

He gritted his teeth and patted Guan Yu on the shoulder: "Don't worry, with me, you can't die." ”

Fang Shiqing watched coldly and did not interfere with the alternative communication between them.

She looked at the sky and ordered them to eat dry food and go to bed. For the sake of concealment, they are not fit to march during the day, and can only walk by day and night.

After eating the dry food, the sentries were arranged, and everyone fell asleep.

"Ximen, are you sure you can defeat Mao Laoba?" Fang Shiqing asked softly.

Although the county soldiers on this trip were equipped with bird guns, the strength of the Jiangyang thieves should not be underestimated, as far as the kid Ximen Feixue is concerned, he has the ability to dodge the bird guns.

Otherwise, the grass would have grown on his grave by now.

As a precaution, Kong Fang sent him to deal with Mao Laoba, which was regarded as adding double insurance to this battle.

Ximen Feixue spit out the straw in his mouth, "Don't worry, you will never fail in your mission." ”

Mao Laoba, a scum of the green forest full of evil, a thief in Jiangyang, he is good at machete, and his knife skills are his own.

His machete was less than three feet long, just like any other machete. But he ingeniously attached chains to the handle of the knife, and after hard training, the machete could be sent and received freely in his hand.

During the fight, he held the end of the chain and unexpectedly threw out his machete to slash his enemies.

After killing the enemy, quickly put away the knife and can fight again.

This is Mao Laoba's machete, and the subtlety of the knife. The machete plus the iron chain, it is estimated that there are two zhang long, so it is false, and gradually there is a legend that Mao Lao Bashan made the second zhang grow up on the rivers and lakes.

When Ximen Feixue was in Sword Mountain, the master forced him to learn the world's martial arts, and he studied Mao's sword technique, which seemed to be quite bluffing, but it was actually not bad.

Of course, this is for a martial arts talent like him, as for others, such as Mrs. Fang, who looks heroic, will he accidentally be cut in two?

To be honest, he can't promise not.

"Madam, you can't leave me after you go up the mountain." He said solemnly.

Fang Shiqing's eyebrows raised slightly, "You dare to underestimate me?" ”

"It's not that I underestimate you, it's the master who ordered me to protect you." Ximen Feixue did not hesitate to throw the pot to Kong Fang.

"And he said, If thou wilt lose one hair, you will punish me with ten sticks, and two with twenty sticks...... And so on. Alas, it's really hard to work as a worker, isn't there a lack of hair, and you have to punish Lao Tzu with a military stick!"

He sighed solemnly.

Fang Shiqing turned a deaf ear.

Anyway, few people who mix with sour showmen are normal, such as part-time jobs, wage earners, and bosses, what the hell is this?

She doesn't even bother to care!

"Madam, could it be that the master counted how many hairs you have? Otherwise, how would he know if you have less hair? Simon flew up in a daze.

"If he casually says that you have missing hair and punishes me with a military stick because he doesn't like me, wouldn't I be very wronged?"

Fang Shiqing twisted his ears and gritted his silver teeth, "Can you be serious?" ”

"Believe it or not, I kicked you back to Sword Mountain?"

"Madam, joking, joking, please let go." Simon Feixue hurriedly clasped his hands together and begged for mercy.

Open your sister......

Fang Shiqing worked hard. She suddenly remembered that "open your sister" was a sour Xiucai style, and she used it unconsciously.

She was in a trance for a while, and it turned out that she was also imperceptibly affected by him.

Because of the trance, she ignored the strength of her hand, and as a result, Ximen Feixue's ears were almost unscrewed off by her, and he screamed like a pig in pain.

She quickly let go.

"I'm sorry, I was careless for a while, and my strength was out of control."

She was sincerely apologizing.

Ximen Feixue's heart warmed, madam, she is a good lady, she apologized! The treatment that the master doesn't have!

"Isn't it just a twist of your ears, why are you so miserable?"

"Isn't it a man?"

Fang Shiqing shook his eyes.

He was in a bad mood for a moment.