Mayi City, is an inconspicuous small city in the forty-three cities of Youyun Erzhou, the reason why it is still a little famous, is because it used to be a very famous horse farm, the warriors of Daqin are not afraid of any strong enemy, but for a hundred years have not been able to relieve the danger of the north, not because of the incompetence of the Daqin soldiers, the main reason is the lack of horses, in the incomparably vast grassland, cavalry is the key to determining the victory. Daqin's footmen are the strongest footmen in the world, and the same Daqin's horsemen are also the strongest horsemen in history, three thousand Xuanjia horsemen will give the entire grassland a headache, but unfortunately, there is only one such team.

With the tension between Qin Cang, the scouts on the periphery of Youyun Erzhou came out, and the scouts between the two armies did everything possible to watch each other's troop dispatches, and every small vein could be drawn into a big game of chess, and as the border in the border, the number of scouts and scouts at the gate of Yicheng City and the post guards who came and went could also be seen in the tension of the living room now. Judging from the map, the current Tianliang County is like a short sword, Hanqiu City is on the hilt of the sword, Xunyang City is on the sword, and there is a vast land above, like the body of the sword.

In addition to the Sima Zhuang of Taishan Beidou in the east of Yicheng, the radius of thirty miles is still quiet, the offensive and defensive drills of the two military villages in the northeast and southwest have reached an astonishing four-day practice, and the drill loss has reached a terrifying twenty to one, the soldiers of Daqin have never known to complain, a hundred years in the north, they know that it is not easy to live, the sturdy North Horse is a huge hammer, want to survive under the confrontation between the two armies, fight for that hard-won wealth, not only not afraid of death, but more importantly, live, only alive can not be a few more barbaric heads under the waist, white silver, shiny helmets, all have to rely on this。 Therefore, the martial arts arena here is no different except for the battlefield where the blade does not carry iron and fights for life. Only faster and stronger can be more lucky. War is not just a hundred years in this land, it goes back thousands of years. The Great Qin warriors here despise the barbarians even more, and they also understand the ferocity of the barbarians better, fearless but never underestimated.

Last year's imminent outbreak made the city boil, compared to those cowards in the south, the border soldiers in the north are more excited about every big battle, they know how to adjust themselves to the best state in the shortest time, the border army adjusts the state of one is a real offensive and defensive drill, and the other is a large number of scout battles. The grassland is full of wisps of smoke and dust, and the savage use of superb equestrian skills, and Daqin has the best bow and crossbow, and the strongest soldiers, the team's rush is often more bloody and tragic, and both sides of the confrontation for many years understand that the other party does not need to be captured, only need to judge the clues from the spoils of war, the two armies of Qin and Cang, the most important thing is the wind-like revenge and counter-retaliation, and not leaving a living mouth is responsible for their own safety. Therefore, when the scout teams of the two armies meet, there is no other choice, killing each other is the only way out, the way to live.

The vultures on the steppe can quickly expose the occurrence of killing, the shortest time to shoot, the shortest time to evacuate, this is experience, the experience of blood in exchange. There are no detours, very direct collisions, secondary collisions, and then simple and quick cleaning of the battlefield. A lot of people fall on horseback on the way back because they don't have time to judge their injuries, and that's war, real war.

More scouts staggered across the grasslands, even the fierce steppe wolves did not want to come out during the day to ask for food at the brave hands, those red-eyed soldiers on both sides, the milked vultures with wings, but could not tolerate the four-legged beasts to humiliate the corpses of their brothers, and the sabers would not hesitate to slash at the "unarmed" steppe hunters, so the night was the time for their feast. This is also the wisdom of the beast, after all, it can survive well in this world after thousands of years of natural selection, and the steppe wolf has its own set of methods.

Under the night sky, against a black background, groups of steppe wolves walked briskly on the soft pasture, the fragrance of the grass mixed with the strong smell of blood, and the sharp nose of the steppe wolf could be found without even special identification Those corpses who can't judge their identity, the moment of death, there is no time to think, the corpses of both sides are often glued together, if it is not the blades inserted in the chest and abdomen, it is a brotherly hug, if it is not half an ear in the mouth, it is more like a close conversation between brothers after drinking, the steppe wolves do not know this, they only know that those young faces will become their food tonight, and become the nutrients for the next generation of grassland overlords.

The moonlight is soft and compassionate, the starlight is cold and ruthless, reflecting on the dry bones of Bai Sensen, in the broader grassland, like the reflection of the sky, each dry bone corresponds to each starlight, the dark clouds drift by, the darkness slowly swallows the entire grassland, and the deeper atmosphere indicates that tomorrow will be another bloody day.

This is war, the real tragedy is the scenery after the war, a fair duel, and the final victory or defeat depends on every person who participates in the battle, every knife, and every drop of blood that never retreats.

The one-armed Fu Haiqing took out a bag of Yanmen Yao from the galloping horse, which was the welfare and privilege of the group and poured it into his mouth, but he didn't drink it, he sprayed out, and the sprayed wine evenly hit his face, looking a little disgusting, but for the captain of this scout team who has been running sleepless for a day and two nights, this kind of disgusting way that can make himself more sober in an instant will make his thinking clearer, which means that he may take more brothers away from death. Each scout captain has his own little tricks, little tricks, and these little things on the battlefield can mean one, three, five lives.

There is no doubt that this team of more than ten people is running away, desperate to escape, in a large sense, the Great Qin soldiers not only despise and spurn the brothers who escaped, but more seriously, a team that has escaped will no longer have any array that dares to be with them, so the nine orders and thirteen slashes are directly clicked, such a brother The Great Qin border soldiers do not need it.

However, Fu Haiqing and the others captured a very important news, and before this, the scout team of thirty people had already spelled out two hundred-person teams, broke up a hundred-person team, and killed a bloody road six hundred miles deep in the gap between the two Great Siddies, and at this time, behind them, there were nearly two thousand horses intermittently, and more importantly, the news in their arms, otherwise, they would be more willing to kill the military might of Great Qin, even if it was a moth to a fire.

There are only thirteen of the thirty brothers left, but they have already killed nearly twenty times the enemy, of course, Fu Haiqing alone has almost solved half of it, but the war is so fair, he does not depend on the absolute combat power of a certain person, but on everyone.

The nearest enemy cavalry hundred-man team behind them is only about three miles away from them, and it is gradually approaching, because this team is too tired, although they are constantly fighting, constantly gaining new horsepower, but the manpower has never been able to rest, the so-called unity of men and horses, the veterans of a hundred battles are not inferior to Cangcai, but they are so tired, they have no strength to maintain a certain burden and cooperation on the horses, more than half of them have taken a nap on the back of the galloping horse, this is one of the few rests, but this state also makes the pursuers behind him chill。 The six-hundred-mile battle made the hundred-man team behind him have no bottom in his heart, and the centurion Chilemu was only worried about whether he could delay them for an extra quarter of an hour, so that more follow-up troops could follow, forming a situation of encirclement and suppression.

Three miles, Qin Jun continued to gallop silently, and in two miles, Fu Haiqing shouted in a low voice: "The whole army is ready for war!" Thirteen people drew their knives and stabbed them lightly on the inner thighs, if you take off their pants, everyone has no less than six shallow knife marks on the inner thighs, this practice can make them more sober.

One mile, the twelve horsemen waved their whips in unison, spreading out at a small angle on both sides, forming an inverted triangle after Fu Haiqing fell, "on the crossbow", they who did not have the time and ability to snatch the bodies of their brothers back, they would always take off the brothers' crossbow sacs in the shortest possible time, that is, six hundred miles of long journey, at this time, everyone's crossbow sacs were only enough for two rounds of salvos. The fierceness of the fighting can be seen.

Eighty zhang, seventy-five zhang, seventy zhang, Fu Haiqing shouted: "Arc!" Qin rode thirteen war horses, and made a strange arc to the left forty-five degrees, at the same time, Fu Haiqing looked back and struck out with a single palm, and the palm wind burst out the soft grass behind him, and the dust quickly dispersed in the wind, and the galloping Cangqi crashed into the dust and mist, and the thirteen horsemen and thirty-nine crossbow arrows spilled out of their heads, splashing a puff of blood in the dust, and neatly discarded the crossbow, drawing knives, and colliding! Faced with eight times the number of pursuers, Fu Haiqing chose not to continue to escape, but to fight back.

When the dust settled, the gray-faced Chi Lemu found that the grassland warriors around him were only in their early forties, and Qin Cai, who had escaped in an instant after a single blow, was only two less horses. However, in about thirty fingers, more than half of the warriors had returned to the Immortal Heaven, and Chi Lemu, who had already calculated about this inevitable encounter, suddenly became afraid.

Looking at the back of the Qin people, the horse steps that continued to chase down quietly decreased a trace of speed.

Fu Haiqing, who leaned over the horseback, used the only remaining right hand to carefully hold an iron card in his arms, a charge was only enough for him to reach out and grab a brother's identity brand, and another brother named Wang Xiaobo was too far away from him, leaving his life and the scout card forever in this blood-colored grassland, "Wang Xiaobo" Fu Haiqing let himself remember this name to death, the blood of the brother cannot be shed in vain, if he can break out of this life, there must be this name on the credit book. Great Qin has never failed any soldier who sacrificed his life to defend his country.

One hundred and thirty miles outside the city of Yi, another team of twenty scouts passed by Fu Haiqing, and the flag code sixty zhang away was read accurately and quickly, so that when they passed by, they only had time to say "Thank you!" The two teams were staggered, Fu Haiqing couldn't bear to look back even a glance, because he understood the decisive look in his eyes at that moment, and even less than a third of an hour, the twenty-person team of scouts were dead, after all, there was no martial arts master like Fu Haiqing in their team.

Eighty miles, there is no difference in the plot, except that another group of young faces have changed, this time, Fu Haiqing just muttered two words between his lips: "Brother!"

Forty miles, Fu Haiqing whipped his war horse, hurried a few steps, leveled the horse with Chen Fenghuo, the youngest in the team, and stretched out his hand to stuff the yellow package and eight iron medals in his arms into the cloth bag under his saddle, Chen Fenghuo's eyes were cracked, "Captain!", the speed of the nine horsemen and Qin pawns stagnated, Fu Haiqing swung his knife and stabbed down on Chen Fenghuo's horse's buttocks, and the painful war horse let out a terrible long neigh, and the speed soared suddenly, heading south. Fu Haiqing and the other nine horsemen beat their chests with their right fists, and then Huo Ran turned around.

Behind the elite of the eight hundred Cangqi riders, there was smoke and dust in the sky, and the nine people looked at each other and smiled.

"It's okay to be brothers in the next life!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

......

Eight hoarse promises, to eight hundred cangs.

There have never been escaped soldiers in the northern border of Great Qin, they can't afford to lose this person, and the escape all the way has made them hold their breath, and now that the task is completed, what else is there to say.

Fu Haiqing, Jiang Liuer, Wang Cheng. Li Shu, Liu Er, Zhu Dashan, Zhu Qingxiang, Gao Yidou.

Eight people in formation, iron horses chisel formation.

Charge!

Looking at the Qin pawn who had disappeared behind the eight people, the eight hundred Cangqi already knew that nothing could be done, and the horsepower of the pursuit of more than three hundred miles was not enough to support the Qin army's instantaneous retaliation, a counter-chase was already expected, and the commander Gu Lizhuo waved his hand helplessly, "Withdraw the army."

As a result, the 500 Qin border soldiers who received the urgent report from the southwest military village urgently went out to meet the enemy, and the whole army witnessed this seemingly ridiculous scene: the nine ragged Qin soldiers chased after the neatly dressed 800 Cangjia ranks.

Fifty miles away, at the head of Yicheng, the Great Qin Black Dragon Banner was in the strong wind outside the plug, waving in the wind, hunting and hunting. A remnant horse fell down twenty zhang away from the city gate, and immediately Chen Fenghuo was thrown out more than a zhang away, and he was helped up by the guards at the gate, and he didn't care about the pain and blood stains all over his body, and handed the tight yellow burden in his hand to the brother who was close to him; "Quick, 100,000 urgent!"