The two beacon towers at the entrance of the gourd are far away, and the distance between the two beacon towers is only thirty miles away. Recently, it is less than three miles away. Hong Xinjia built each beacon tower in an extremely strict and meticulous place selection. Standing on any beacon watchtower, you will see more than two adjacent beacon towers. Among the many beacon towers that are stretched out in a row, the deer-tail beacon tower located on a Gobi corridor is just the inconspicuous one. According to the rules, one beacon commander, two deputy commander and four beacons. After Beimang knocked on the gate, the deer-tail beacon tower added five beacons and one Yima horse. The deer-tail beacon tower is located on the left side of the beacon gate and belongs to the fort group with Zhongguzhai as the core. Compared with Zaoma Village, it is located on the left and backwards, and with the Beimang Pioneer

The army advanced straight. Although the Zhonggu Village had not been attacked by large-scale mafia, Fengzi of the Deer Tail Beacon Tower could clearly feel the war approaching. The Beimang cavalry with iron armor and fur appeared nearby to investigate the terrain. Yesterday, there were more than ten brave cavalry Beimang scouts who were brave enough to suddenly break into the deer Tail Beacon Tower. The two sides were less than 80 steps apart. More than a dozen Youzhou soldiers with excellent eyesight in the beacon tower could even see the faces of the Northern Barbarians. The Fengshou General Sima Zhenming took the strong bow and shot the leader of the horse with one arrow. The Beimang scout leader was obviously shocked. He put away his body and left resentfully. Before leaving, he raised his sword to point at the Deer Tail Beacon Tower.

At dawn this morning, Sima Zhenming, who was personally responsible for guarding the rear midnight, stood on the platform, looking up at the cage called Douling hanging on the tangerine. As the head of the deer-tailed beacon, he was different from most Fengzis in Shui, who were ignorant of Ding. Sima Zhenming is a well-known scholar near Zhonggu Village. The documentary and talismans are written very beautifully. Sima Zhenming also has excellent archery skills, so he was promoted to Fengshen in less than half a year after joining the army. Sima Zhenming is a prestigious clan in Youzhou. Although Sima Zhenming is a concubine of the side house, he could have relied on the Yuyin of the Zongmen to work as a yamen in the neighboring county. It doesn't take several years to be transferred from an official to an official. The reason why he came to the gourd mouth was due to Sima Zhenming's impulse. Everyone knows that in his early years, there were eight hundred personal guards named Baima.

Yicong, all of them rode Liangbei horses from Xianli Ranch, wearing swords and crossbows and wearing white armor. If the past few years, Baima Yicong was the useless ribs in the eyes of first-class wealthy families, only the third-rate and third-rate generals in Beiliang were willing to stuff their children in. However, after Xu Fengnian calmly succeeded in inheritance, the slightly expanded Baima Yicong was not just enough to be considered. Sima Zhenming unfortunately lost the election, and a peer from the prestigious clan of the same county chose to make friends. Last autumn, the guy went to Liangzhou with confidence. It is said that several wealthy girls in the county who were originally above the top almost recommended themselves to the kid. Sima Zhenming was happy for his best friend, and in anger he ran to Hulukou, which was almost the northernmost line.

At first, the old men with deer tail didn't like him. When he took office, Fengshun was especially disliked, a handsome "weak scholar" and scared him to clean his butt at night. At that time, Sima Zhenming turned his face and fought with the veteran. Afterwards, he thought that he would have to roll back in shame if he beat his boss in the first place. However, the Fengshun, who looked like a bear, was also tough. Although he had never had a good face to give Sima Zhenming a good face, he did not make any moves deliberately make things difficult for him, a thorny Fengzi who didn't understand the rules, just let Sima Zhenming be a cook who cooked the stove for two months. Sima Zhenming didn't care about any gentleman staying away from the kitchen, so he recognized it. At the end of last year, the beacon towers of various fortresses went to Zhonggu Village to school martial arts, and the beacon towers of the deer tailed the beacon towers drove Sima Zhenming on the shelves.

Unexpectedly, he received the personal commendation from the deputy general of Youzhou. Sima Zhenming still remembers that he was heading back to the deer-tailed Fengshi along the way with Fengshi. He glanced at the burly man with red and silenced face from the corner of his eyes, like a shy wife. The little resentment in Sima Zhenming's heart was wiped out. At the beginning of this spring, the scouts from Beiliang and Beimang outside Hulukou had a rapid confrontation of life almost every day. At this time, Fengshi, who had their deer-tailed Fengshi, suddenly jumped to the top leader of Fengshi Fort. Sima Zhenming heard that Fengshi and many of the heads of the Zaoma Village and Jiming Village in Zaoma Village and Jiming Village were all born and died in their early years, and they had to have a friendship for more than 20 years. When they were young, they were all heroes who had killed Beimang's barbarians in Beimang's territory.

The two Fengzis who were changing their duties walked to the watch platform on time. Sima Zhenming, who heard the footsteps, turned to look at the two different faces, one was tender and energetic, after all, she was a child of only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the other was vicissitudes and mediocre. The former was one of the Fengzis who was temporarily added this time. In the words of Fengzis, the new recruits from Youzhou, it was a good thing to fart, unlike our old guys, who had been staying for a long time, and it was tasteless to shit. The latter was the old senior of the Fengzis, whose surname was Xue, and it was said that they were the earliest batch of Fengzis. After the Deer Tail was built, the old man was the first Fengzis to settle in. It took many years to become the deputy commander, but the Fengzis descendants liked to call him Xiao Xue, and even the Fengzis did not know.

How did this nickname come from? Old Man Xue has a good temper and never cared about it. After being called out, he always nodded with a smile. Another deputy general of the Deer Tail Beacon Fort, Guo Xi, is in his prime. He is the only person who calls the old Master Xue. He is also a strange man. He is serious. There are many round and big trees in the beacon Fort. Guo Xi tosses and fights a set of punches every day, and can beat half an hour with one blow. When he is on duty at night, he practices boxing on the edge of the platform. Sima Zhenming has been practicing martial arts with famous boxers in Youzhou since he was a child. He roughly knows the depth of Guo Xi's skills. Maybe his style is not good-looking, but his foundation is firm. Therefore, after he became the beacon commander, Sima Zhenming has always treated Guo Xi with a calm temperament and regarded him as his elder brother.

Sima Zhenming smiled at the young Fengzi and said, "Spring sleep is rare. If you go to sleep for a while, I will watch over you."

The young man shook his head and smiled brightly: "No, Brother Shao and the others snore like thunder. Fengshuo, hurry up and rest. I and Xiao Xue are on duty, so you can't make any mistakes in keeping the custody!"

The old man smiled kindly.

Sima Zhenming had obviously experienced the snoring of those men, and he smiled knowingly: "Then I will stand with you for a while, I won't feel sleepy anyway."

Sima Zhenming had something in his heart that he didn't say, maybe some of them would go to bed in the future.

The young Fengzi stood on the edge of the watchtower like a spear, looking into the distance.

The short deputy coach, Old Man Xue, walked to Sima Zhenming, reached out to pinch the old velvet collar of the shriveled wool, and remained silent.

Sima Zhenming lowered his voice and sighed: "Deputy Commander Xue, depending on the situation, our deer tail peace will not be burned a few times. Although the main force of Beimang Pioneer may not be able to look at this side, even if they rushed to the camps below Wogong City, as long as they still covet the Luanhe and Xiaguang City behind Wogong City, the Zhongming Village will definitely be their thorns. Now it depends on who will lead the troops to attack."

The old man with a turbid eyes nodded, rubbed his hands and asked softly, "Sima Fengshu, tell the truth, don't be angry, our deer-tailed old soldiers are actually open-minded. You are very different from us. You don't have to wait for death here. If the family spends money and uses relationships, you can transfer you back to a more peaceful Youzhou. Are you really not afraid of death, or are you crazy about military merit?"

Sima Zhenming was not angry and smiled bitterly: "Of course I thought about this, but a letter from home in the early part of the month made me think about it. Although my Sima family is a big clan in Youzhou, not to mention the previous generation, four of my Sima children served in the Youzhou army. In addition, three of them were all at Hulukou. I joined the army the latest. Fengshuai could not make any move. My eldest brother, the eldest grandson of the legitimate family, is now a one-step off the lieutenant in Xiaguang City. The family originally intended to operate with all their strength and try to help him find a reasonable excuse to withdraw back to the territory. But my elder brother was stubborn,

Even if he refused to leave, the family had to settle for the second best and moved the other fourth brother who had a smaller official position back to Youzhou. However, the generals of the Youzhou border army were not blind, and our Sima family was not really good at being able to see the sky. Once the fourth brother who was born in the eldest house left, then my third brother must be kept. My father wrote in the letters so that the meaning was probably that way. I think it would be fine, at least there was a ten-year-old brother of the same mother. With him by my mother, I could hold it up in four or five years. Once I returned to Youzhou with a slutty face, my parents and younger brother would never be able to raise their heads for the rest of my life."

Sima Zhenming's originally bitter smile began to have a little free and easy feeling. After glanced at the young Fengzi, he looked at the old man and said, "I dare not ask the young Fengzi, nor can I bear to ask, but I am very curious about what Deputy Supervisor Xue and Guo Xishuai thought. Before I arrived at the gourd mouth, I heard that veterans like you are the most effective in fighting. Don't care about their military achievements, save their lives before talking about other things."

The old man reached out and held it on the cold orange slab. His old face was wrinkled like a dead tree. There were so many joys and sorrows in the ravines. The old deputy coach said calmly: "Shima Feng, it's not to be hiding. The old man has never been on the battlefield in his life, and has never been fighting in the battle formations in his internal battles. He just saw it a few times many years ago. Since he arrived at the gourd mouth 17 or 8 years ago, he never thought that he would see the north when he was alive.

The Mang army died in war. The old man lived for so long. He was the one who could not get up after sleeping. It was not a question of whether he was afraid or not. He remembered many miserable things after the war and did not dare to think about it. Many years ago, before he arrived in Beiliang, he saw a roadside vendor selling two legs, selling them by pound. There were knives and butchers and boiling water pots next to him. There were still five hundred coins per pound of dog meat, and only one hundred coins per pound of mutton."

Sima Zhenming looked puzzled and didn't understand what it was to say about selling mutton and eating mutton.

The old man's fingers trembled slightly and said softly: "That 'two-legged sheep' is a human, with only two feet. Women are called 'slow soup sheep', while thin young children are called 'little bone rot'. Some rare scholars, as long as they are not too pale and thin, can be more expensive, and are called 'shuxiang sheep'."

Sima Zhenming was almost disgusted, but while his scalp was numb, the Fengshuai narrowed his eyes and stared at the Huzi. He stated that he was an elderly deputy commander from the family of the Jet County of Youzhou, and his hand was also pressed on the hilt of the cold knife.

At this time, Guo Xi, the deputy coach who had finished practicing boxing, quietly arrived, glanced at Sima Zhenming, and walked to the old man silently.

Old Man Xue said calmly: "It's this time. Is it important to be a local from Beiliang or a survivor of the Central Plains fleeing in the Central Plains? Don't worry, the old man is not a spy from Beimang, and I can't afford to lose the face of the ancestors of the Xue family."

Sima Zhenming sneered and asked, "It's really not important?"

The old man suddenly laughed happily and pointed to the taciturn deputy coach Guo Xi, who was always silent. "Mr. Feng, your archery skills are comparable to his. If you fight against each other, you are far from fighting."

Then this old man who could tease anyone in the beacon towers no longer paid attention to Sima Zhenming, and his face showed a deep sense of nostalgia, and said to himself: "The Zhongshu Department, who was in the cold yamen in the Western Shu, only did some copying scriptures and seal seals, with an annual salary of less than 100 stones. The Zhongshu Sheren is just a seventh-rank sesame official, and of course there is no hair. How can we make money to support our family? There is a way to post a lot of Spring Festival couplets in the palace during festivals, and it is our Zhongshu Sheren's turn to go to the Zhongshu Sheren.

It was time to write the couplet. Before writing the couplet, the eunuch would bring the cinnabar and gold powder for the ink. At this time, I took out a large pen from my arms and dipped it hard into the gold powder plate. Oh, the pen was broken, stuffed it back into the sleeve tube, and replaced it with a pen. Oh, it was broken again. I just made a dozen slight dip it in one go. Only after I finally found a good pen and started writing seriously. After leaving the palace with bulging sleeves, I quickly shook off the gold powder carefully. Why did it have two liang of weight? When I found a money house, I would like to melt it. It would be a small gold ingot that looked happy."

The completely selfless old man smiled and said, "I bought books back then, but I relied on these small gold ingots."

Sima Zhenming was stunned and didn't know how to deal with the remnants of Western Shu who had been lurking in Beiliang for many years. Could it be that he really wanted to draw his sword to face him?

Guo Xi said frankly: "Sima Fengshuai, after the war is over, if you and Lord Xue and I can survive, you will report it in fact. In the second year of Yonghui, Guo Xi was the assassin who shot six consecutive arrows of the general outside Liangzhou Pass. But if Lord Xue and I are dead, you are still alive. I hope Fengshuai will not mention this. Since the sixth year of Yonghui, I have no intention of taking revenge. Of course, believe it or not."

Suddenly, the young Fengzi, who was in charge of duty, shouted in panic: "Kou Zhi! More than 120 cavalry!"

Sima Zhenming said without hesitation: "Quansui is ready for war!"

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Although the Pioneer Army defeated the Zaomazhai Fort Group in one breath and killed more than 3,000 enemies, from the head coach Yang Yuanzan to several generals, all the generals and schoolmen were not at all easy. There were 4,000 people who died in battle, so how many should there be? Fortunately, it is not the hot summer season when the epidemic is most easily spread. Otherwise, with the usual ruthless style of the northern nomadic peoples, all seriously injured people who are extremely difficult to treat will be killed on the spot, and it is not considered as death in battle! However, there are

A group of people are still very relaxed and comfortable. Most of these people have elite escorts around them, ranging from twenty or thirty to hundreds of hordes. They are not old, mostly between fifteen and twenty-five. If the Fengshou, the deer-tailed beacon, missed the match between the white horse Yicong and Sima Zhenming, then these powerful ministers in the Southern Dynasty or the guys who have all their descendants on the grassland are also quite angry that they were not selected as the military man in front of the squad.

The most important middle line of the Beimang three fronts is that Dong Zhuo, the king of the South Court, was in charge of military affairs. In addition to the Dong family's private army, the rest of the troops were mainly elite from major border towns. And just under the nose of Fatty Dong, it was difficult for outsiders to get involved. On the western front, there were Liu Gui and the later king of the North Court, Tuoba Bodhisattva. In addition, the eight thousand Qiang cavalry were defeated and the entire army was wiped out before the battle. The fool went there to suffer. Therefore, Youzhou

The eastern front was mixed with a large number of descendants of great nobles who did not want to take risks and had to make military achievements. Yang Yuanzan, a general who had always been popular with various forces, was not unkind to this. He tacitly agreed to the sand-dripping behavior of the major surnames A and B, and specially allowed these characters to leave the army and take the initiative to find beacon towers in the mouth of the gourd to plunder and kill. If he had the courage and strength to fight the fortress, Yang Yuanzan would not stop him, and would be conceited at his own life and death.

During this period, there were continuous streams of cavalry with varying numbers coming and going from the camp, and even many small cavalrymen left outside the gourd came and heard the news. Joining the hunting game was like a bloody feast that slowly kicked off.

I heard that yesterday evening, the second son of the Xie family from Longyaozhou and eighty horses returned with a load of 80 cavalry. Sixteen bloody heads of Youzhou Fengzi were hung on both sides of the horse's back. Two war horses deliberately dragged the bodies of two Fengshangs into the military camp. The two corpses were dragged all the way on the yellow sand ground, and blood was blurred, and white bones could be seen on the back.

In the second half of the night, another group of grassland soldiers returned. More than 400 cavalry formed by three tribes, and directly broke through a river valley Wu Castle on the edge of the outer edge of Wogong City. These bloody soldiers entered the camp with swords waving their swords, and those swords that were obviously different from the Rong people's scimitar were all the famous Xu family northern swords! Several young military leaders even laughed and threw down several groups of wrinkled things when they rode their horses into the camp. When someone picked them up, they found that it was the Xu flag!

In the battle of Zaomazhai Fort, the vanguard army, whose morale was slightly frustrated, suddenly rose sharply.

It was a little dawn this morning, and seven or eight cavalrymen rushed out of the camp.

As a large number of various siege equipment arrived one after another, it was about to attack the Wagong City that was close to us.

A tall and bearded man who could not see clearly his age walked casually in the military camp, and a maid who was more eye-catching than him was followed by a young woman. The young woman wore a beautiful embroidery bag hanging around her waist. Unfortunately, the fragrance had long covered the smell of the stinky smell in the military camp. When the two of them walked by, the soldiers of the Beimang who were sleeping on horses all showed almost cannibalistic eyes. When the army was fighting, Beimang never had the rules of carrying women in his early years.

Not all of them were brought to the Southern Dynasties officials. As long as the family background was sufficient, all the supervisors who came from the royal court could only turn a blind eye. The ten first-rank Beimang surnames A, with only seven or three in the north, but the number of the surnames Yi was slightly superior to the Southern Dynasties. On the eastern front of Youzhou, Longyaogu's family members caught a large number of wealthy families in several major states, which was not affordable to them by their soldiers who could not even live in tents.

The man who was so dignified with a woman was walking and stopping, looking up at the towering city of Wagong City from time to time. Finally, when he passed by a large pile of tents, he was seen by a sharp-eyed young man Diao Qiu. The latter quickly ran to the man and whispered in a flattering face: "Brother Zhong, such a coincidence."

The man rubbed his cheeks and beard, glanced at the scene behind the young master, and smiled and said, "It looks like someone was hanging his head all night. Why can't I help but go and hit a few beacons?"

The young man said, "I made an appointment with a few buddies. Before the attack, we will take a few beaconsolidators to join forces to capture a large village before siege. When we go back, the elders at home will be able to increase their faces so that they can say that I am useless."

The man with a strange surname than the Southern Dynasties nodded, and he did not comment on this. His eyes crossed the head of the third generation ancestor of Gusai Prefecture in front of him. He saw four or five young men in brocade clothes and sable furs standing together, obviously they didn't know him, and his arrogant eyes were a little unkind. The man glanced at the horses behind them, all of whom were ranked on the grassland. The key is that good horses must be well trained. Beimang has the custom of hanging horses. After hanging, the horses can not only be the same when charging, but also keep the same pace, and even the height of the horse heads will not appear unevenly. During the running, it is like a row of eagles soaring on the ground. In Beimang, men must be superb in riding and shooting, and the craftsmanship of horses is also very important. This is probably like the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting of the scholars of the Central Plains.

The man withdrew his gaze and smiled at the young man from the Yi clan of Gusai Prefecture and said, "Be careful, there will be big battles in the next few years."

After all, the young master, who was a descendant of a wealthy family in Gusaizhou, was full of panic, nodded vigorously, and then said mysteriously: "There is a man named Pang. His father is the new general of Wazhujun Town, Gusaizhou. This kid is very respected in the family. I am my best friend and I, so I was willing to tell him that I secretly sent him a master as a personal guard, tsk, a master of second-grade strength. So I just played with him today. Although it was only a little over 100 cavalry, there was that master who couldn't take down any beacon tower. I guess he could kill half a smaller Youzhou Fortress alone. But the kid said that he didn't want him to show off, and I couldn't force him to do anything, and the master was also very arrogant. Look at me, all with my eyes slanted, damn it! Haha, Brother Zhong, then you can do it first, I will go out with them."

The man smiled and said, "Go."

The young master turned around and ran out for two steps, then turned around and asked carefully: "Brother Zhong, can you drink with you tonight? I have hidden a good wine this time!"

The man nodded and said, "Okay, as long as it's not my turn to attack the city, it's OK."

The young master smiled so much that his mouth was about to grin behind his ears and trotted away.

Four hundred riders led by five aristocratic families shouted and roared away. When the aristocratic family smiled at the man on the back of the horse, the man raised his arms and waved his hands with a light smile.

After the four hundred cavalry left the camp, they did not immediately split up their way. They chose the fort group where the Zhonggu Village was located. The general direction was the same. They just waited until it was approaching and rushed forward separately, looking for their own goals to start.

As we ran all the way, there were many beacon forts that had been pulled out by the main army along the way. The ground was full of messes, and all the corpses of the soldiers in Youzhou were cut off.

These heads are full of heavy military achievements.

After arriving at the destination, this group of cavalry finally began to part ways. The two best friends did not divide their troops. In the eyes of the other three, they didn't find it strange. Instead, they were full of sarcasm in their hearts. The descendants of the two great clans with the characters B added together.

One hundred and twenty riders are so cold.

This cavalry began to gradually deepen, and he did not dare to get too close to the beacon towers that depended on the fort.

They had actually asked someone for the details of the hunt yesterday. After knowing the truth, they were already excited and restrained a lot. It turned out that although the cavalry had obtained real military achievements, they each suffered heavy casualties in their own battles, especially the soldiers who captured the Wu Castle and seized the Xu flag. The reason why the soldiers who captured the Xu flag seemed to have returned with great victory was that these guys did not take back all the bodies they had killed in battle and just left them on the battlefield. Moreover, various rumors showed that although the beacon towers that looked just as big as sparrows were small, those archers and beacons are often very difficult. Even if they attacked, they still had to fight to the end, and never ended.

surrender?

Joke! Beimang and Beiliang have fought a fierce battle for so many years. Who has ever heard of anyone accepting surrender?

Who is willing to surrender?!

It is rumored that after his former King of the South Court, Huang Songpu, made a suggestion in the court after his comeback, to see if he could surrender. At that time, not those generals holding the throne who seemed to smell shit, even His Majesty the Emperor had turned pale on the spot. In the end, Taiping Order helped Huang Songpu to relieve the siege, saying that there was no hurry to surrender, and he would talk about it when he defeated Beiliang. Taiping Order was still a joke, "As long as our army crossed Beiliang Road, even if Lord Huang stopped him and refused to surrender, I am afraid that my general Damang and the craftsmen who practiced swords in the rear would have to protest together. Don't kill, there is not enough knife."

One hundred and twenty riders finally found an excellent prey.

My father was the general of Wazhujun Town, Young Master Pang raised his arms and took out a picture of sheepskin from his arms. The third generation ancestor of the Southern Dynasty, who was close to the caste, bent over and looked over and said in surprise: "Pang Rui, you can do it, you even have this thing. It seems that only the commanders on the Eastern Front are qualified to hold good things in their arms, right?"

The young man named Pang Rui raised his mouth and looked at the beacon tower marked with a deer tail on the map with fly heads and small regular script. He nodded and said, "Everyone of the thousand men has a copy, a total of sixteen parchment paper. This was borrowed from one of them last night. He asked someone to search for it for a long time. He waved his hand and said it would give it to me. They didn't need it and looked down on it, but it was of great use to us. Zeng Pingshan, I agreed in advance that we could build a few beacon towers, but in the end, we would definitely not divide the heads of the soldiers in Youzhou. It would be impossible to divide them equally. I will be seven and three."

Grandpa Zeng Pingshan, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue in Xijing, Southern Dynasties, shouted strangely: "Don't you fart, are you as unrighteous as you? You and I each have more than 60 horses, and I don't know how to hide behind me, so I should be 50 or 50 points!"

Pang Rui tilted his head and gently raised his chin, and quietly pointed to the old "cavalry" beside him who was resting with his best friend.

Zeng Pingshan's momentum immediately became silenced and said in a low voice: "Pang Rui, my brother Pang, we have been in a relationship for many years. How about you six and four?"

Pang Rui narrowed his eyes and said slyly: "Six-four points, it's not impossible, but you have to tell me who the bearded man with a woman around me is."

Zeng Pingshan looked like a war between heaven and man.

Pang Rui curled his lips, "If you are unhappy, I will order the attack on the beacon."

Zeng Pingshan threw the horse whip, snorted heavily, then got closer and whispered: "Case."

Pang Rui's expression was a little solemn, and he said to himself: "Zhong Family, we can't find a second one in Beimang. The generals have magical powers, and the big devils have grown cold! Among the next generation of children of the family, Zhong Gui was originally very famous, but after he got married to the Lu family, the Lu family, he suddenly had no news. There was news that he was slaughtered. But he also had a more powerful brother, who was called Zhongtan? Why, that sloppy man is Zhongtan, one of the pioneer generals on the Eastern Front this time?"

Zeng Pingshan nodded, with a look of admiration and fascination on his face.

Zhong Tan is in Beimang, but he is a great figure who can compete with the second son of the martial god, Takuba Chunjun. Not to mention Zeng Pingshan, who has no talent, even if his grandfather meets Zhong Tan, he has to smile and greet him.

Pang Rui twisted his neck, raised his palm high, and waved forward.

More than a hundred riders suddenly grabbed the horse's belly and started charging.

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At the deer-tailed beacon, Sima Zhenming issued orders to eleven subordinates in an orderly manner. He, Guo Xi, deputy commander of Fenghuo, and two Fengzi with good strength, went to the watch platform. Five of the other seven guarded the gate of the first floor of Fenghuo, and tried to shoot two to three-wheeled bows and crossbows, and then ignored everything. Close the door tightly. Once someone broke into the door, he would draw a sword to fight to the death and leave it to the deputy commander Xue to take charge. The other two were waiting for an opportunity to shoot the Beimang enemy cavalry at the window of the stairs. Sima Zhenming told them that they had to do it very simply, and wait until the enemy cavalry approached before killing, and only wanted to kill the enemy at close range, without expecting to hurt the enemy at a long distance. It didn't matter if they shot one less round.
To be continued...