The young master, who was a descendant of a wealthy family in Gusai Province, was flattered and nodded vigorously. Then, he said mysteriously, "There's a guy with the surname Pang. His father is the new general of Wazhu Army Town in Gusai Province. This kid is very valued in his family. I'm his best friend, so I told him that his father secretly sent him a master as a personal guard. Tsk, tsk. A second-level grandmaster. So, I'm going to play with him today. Although there are only a little more than a hundred cavalrymen, with that master, we can take down any beacon. I estimate that he can kill half of a smaller fort in Youzhou by himself. However, that kid said that his father doesn't want him to be in the limelight, so I can't force him to do anything. Moreover, that master is arrogant. He looks at me askance. Damn it! Haha, Big Brother Zhong, you go ahead. I'll go out with them. "
The man smiled and said, "Go ahead."
The young master turned around and ran two steps. Then, he turned back and asked cautiously, "Big Brother Zhong, can I drink with you tonight? I've stolen some good wine this time! "
The man nodded and said, "Sure. As long as it's not my turn to attack the fort, it's not a problem."
The young master smiled so widely that his mouth almost reached behind his ears. He trotted away.
The four hundred or so riders led by the five children of aristocratic families roared as they galloped away. When the children of aristocratic families smiled at the man on horseback, the man smiled faintly and waved his hand.
After the four hundred cavalrymen left the camp, they didn't immediately split up. They chose the fort group where the Bell and Drum Fort was located. They were going in the same general direction. However, when they got closer, they split up and rushed forward, each looking for a target to attack.
Along the way, they saw many beacons and forts that had been casually uprooted by the main force. The ground was in a mess. The corpses of the Youzhou soldiers were all beheaded.
After all, these heads were all heavy military exploits.
After reaching their destination, the cavalrymen finally split up. The other three didn't find it strange that the two best friends didn't split up. Instead, they were full of sarcasm in their hearts. Two descendants of a dignified second-class family only had 120 hundred cavalrymen.
A hundred and twenty riders, that was really a pitiful sight.
The cavalrymen began to go deeper and deeper. They didn't dare to get too close to the beacons attached to the forts.
In fact, they had already asked someone about the details of this hunting expedition yesterday. After knowing the truth, they restrained themselves. It turned out that although those cavalry troops had obtained real military merits, they had suffered heavy casualties, especially the Rong soldiers who had taken down Fort Wu and obtained the "Xu" flag. The reason why they looked like they had returned victorious was because they did not retrieve the corpses of their comrades and left them on the battlefield. Furthermore, according to various sources, although those sparrow-sized beacons were small, the archers were often very troublesome to deal with. Even if they managed to break in, they would still have to engage in close combat to the end, and would not rest until they were dead.
..
. what a joke! Northern Mang and Northern Liang had been fighting fierce battles for so many years. Who had ever heard of anyone accepting surrender?
........
It was rumored that the former King of the South Courtyard, Huang Songpu, had made a suggestion in the court after his return to the throne, to see if he could recruit people to surrender. At that time, not to mention the generals who were holding the edict as if they had smelled shit, even the Emperor's face had turned green on the spot. In the end, it was still the Imperial Decree of Peace who helped Huang Songpu out of this predicament, saying that the matter of surrendering wasn't urgent, that they could talk about it after Beiliang was defeated. The Imperial Decree of Peace even joked, saying, "As long as our army crosses Beiliang's path, even if Sir Huang doesn't want to surrender no matter what, my Great Mang generals and the blade craftsmen in the rear will protest together. Stop killing, there aren't enough blades."
The hundred and twenty cavalrymen finally found excellent prey.
Young Master Pang whose father was Tile Building Army's Town General raised his arm, producing a sheepskin map from his bosom. That South Dynasty third generation ancestor who was trying to worm his way into being close to this man bent over to take a look, saying with shock, "Pang Rui, you really are something! You even have this kind of thing! It seems like on our eastern front, only a thousand men commander has the qualifications to carry something good like this, right?"
The corners of the youngster named Pang Rui's lips curled up. He put away the map, looking towards the small deer tail beacon on the map, nodding and saying, "Every thousand men commander has a copy, a total of sixteen sheepskin parchments. This is something I borrowed from one of them last night. He only found it after searching for half a day, directly giving it to me with a wave of his hand. They don't need it, nor do they care about it, but for us, it is quite useful! Ceng Pingshan, let's make things clear first. We will take down as many beacon towers as we can, but in the end, we will have to split the heads of Youzhou's soldiers, so an equal split definitely won't work. I will take seventy, you take thirty. "
Ceng Pingshan, whose grandfather was the Assistant Minister of Revenue of South Dynasty's West Capital, shouted strangely, "Bullshit, is there anyone who doesn't uphold justice like you? You and I each have sixty riders, and I won't hide behind you. No matter what, we should split it fifty-fifty! "
Pang Rui tilted his head and raised his chin slightly, secretly pointing at the old "rider" who was resting with his eyes closed beside him.
Ceng Pingshan's imposing manner immediately deflated, and he said softly, "Pang Rui, my Brother Pang, sigh, we have been friends for many years. How about you take sixty and I take forty?"
Pang Rui narrowed his eyes and said slyly, "Sixty-forty, it's not impossible, but you have to tell me who that bearded man with a woman beside him is."
Ceng Pingshan looked like he was in a dilemma.
Pang Rui curled his lips. "If you don't hurry up, I will give the order to attack the beacon towers."
Ceng Pingshan threw down his whip and snorted heavily. He leaned closer and whispered, "Zhong Family."
Pang Rui's expression instantly turned serious. He muttered to himself, "Zhong Family, there is no other family in Beimang like them. Great General Zhong Shentong, Great Demon Zhong Liang! Among the younger generation of the Zhong Family, Zhong Gui was originally quite famous, but after he married the Lu Family of the Zhong Family, there was suddenly no news of him. There was news that he was killed. But he has an even more powerful elder brother called Zhong Tan, right? Why, that sloppy man is one of the vanguard generals of the Eastern Front, Zhong Tan? "
Ceng Pingshan nodded, his face full of admiration and fascination.
Zhong Tan was a famous person in Beimang who could compete with the second son of the Martial God, Tuoba Chunsun. Not to mention Ceng Pingshan, who had no achievements, even his grandfather would have to obediently greet Zhong Tan with a smile.
Pang Rui cracked his neck, raised his hand high, and waved it forward.
More than a hundred riders suddenly clamped their bellies and began to charge.
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At the Deer Tail Beacon, Sima Zhen Ming gave orders to his eleven subordinates in an orderly manner. He, Deputy Commander Guo Xi, and two of the stronger Sons of Beimang went to the observation tower. Five of the remaining seven were to guard the entrance and try to shoot two to three rounds of arrows to stop the enemy. After that, they didn't need to care about anything else and just tightly shut the door. Once someone broke through the door, they were to draw their swords and fight to the death. The other two were to wait for an opportunity to shoot down the Beimang cavalry. Sima Zhen Ming told them that what they needed to do was very simple. They just needed to wait for the enemy to come closer before killing them. They only needed to kill them at close range and not from a long distance. One less round of arrows was fine.
After giving the order, Sima Zhen Ming, who was about to climb the tower, glanced at Old Man Xue. The latter didn't say anything and only nodded.
Arriving at the tall platform, Sima Zhenming gestured downwards with his hand, having the two men with bows and quivers on their backs squat down first. After all, Sima Zhenming still didn't know if there were any Northern Mang master archers in that cavalry troop. Moreover, he and Deputy Commander Guo Xi were proficient in martial arts. Even if they were unfortunate enough to encounter them, they would be able to dodge and not be caught off guard and killed on the spot.
The 120 cavalry formed a neat charging line and began to madly charge.
Sima Zhen Ming sized up the heads of the warhorses and calmly said, "These aren't ordinary cavalry."
Guo Xi's face was expressionless. He had already taken out an arrow from his quiver and nodded.
500 steps.
Sima Zhen Ming glanced at Guo Xi's iron bow and asked, "200 steps?"
Guo Xi calmly said, "No need for consecutive arrows. 200 steps will pierce through armor. 150 steps, three consecutive arrows. Within 100 steps, four arrows can be loaded on the bow. If you don't want to continuously draw the bow, the furthest you can go is 250 steps. Heavy armor will be broken. "
Sima Zhen Ming coldly snorted, "Beimang isn't a fort. It's only equipped with light crossbows and not large crossbows. Otherwise, you would be able to experience the power of my large crossbow."
400 steps.
Guo Xi's expression was strange as he quickly glanced at this Commander of Beimang. "It's not like I haven't experienced the range of an arcuballista in the past. I've seen even more powerful giant crossbows. Guo Xi didn't say that the arcuballista wasn't strong. "
Sima Zhen Ming was panicking.
300 steps!
Guo Xi took a deep breath and suddenly raised his bow to gather power.
This Xi Shu remnant had an almost imperceptible smile on his face.
200 steps!
Peng!
Almost at the same time, from the Deer Tail Ba Feng Sui's cavalry and the watchtower, a loud noise sounded.
A tall soldier of the Beimang cavalry shot an arrow. Guo Xi's arrow just happened to be the same target as that soldier.
Guo Xi's head suddenly tilted to the side. An arrow grazed his cheek, leaving behind a deep groove of blood. This deputy commander's ears were ringing.
And that Beimang master archer had his head pierced by an arrow and fell off his horse.
The distance between the two sides was reduced by another 50 steps from the rapid galloping of horse hooves.
Guo Xi shot three consecutive arrows.
Two of the three riders at the front had their chests pierced by an arrow. The warhorses continued to charge forward, but their corpses flew off the backs of the horses and fell heavily on the yellow sand.
One of the riders quickly leaned back, his entire body leaning against the back of the warhorse. Only then was he able to dodge the arrow.
Sima Zhen Ming also shot a quick arrow, but it was deflected by the soldier who hadn't drawn his bow from start to finish. However, although the arrow was deflected, the scimitar in the hands of the Beimang young master was knocked out of his hands.
Guo Xi opened his mouth and said, "Kill the easy ones first!"
Sima Zhen Ming, who had moved his feet to dodge the three arrows, lightly grunted.
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