As one of the few rebels in Daikin, many people know about Yang An'er's experience and deeds. In his early years, Yang An'er ruled the roost in Yidu. In terms of reputation, he relied on his heroic style of helping those in need. In terms of force, he himself
Although he is a good player, his most important support is his fourth sister.
It is said that this girl of Yang An'er was taught by a stranger in Penglai, Dengzhou since she was a child. She has a Taoist nickname called "Miaozhen". She is very young, but her martial arts skills are unparalleled.
Because she is the daughter of a boudoir, she does not often appear in public, but when she appears occasionally, she will definitely be able to defeat powerful enemies on the battlefield. For this reason, Yang An'er's subordinates respect her extremely and do not call her by her name, but call her "Four Lady"
Come and call me.
This was the first time Guo Ning saw her. Although he couldn't see her appearance clearly, he felt that her standing figure with a gun exuded an extraordinarily heroic appearance.
He was furious with the fight at the moment, and for some reason, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
Yang Miaozhen was very curious about this young man who suddenly rose up, and took a second look.
As soon as the two people's eyes touched, Guo Ning's smile faded and he coughed twice.
Yang Miaozhen has a strong and bold temperament, and has long been accustomed to the admiration and even fear of others. He immediately shouted: "I am Yang Miaozhen! I thanked you just now! Tell me, why are you helping me now?"
Guo Ning certainly had his own calculations for doing this, and there were many considerations based on interests. But he never expected that Yang An'er would have the spare time to send someone to inquire, so he didn't know what to say for a while.
He lowered his head and looked at his arm holding the iron gun.
The heavy rain was still pouring down, and Guo Ning's armor was soaked through. The silk ribbons on his armor became heavy with water, making it difficult to move. The thick blood on his armor was melted by the rain, flowing down his arms, and mixed with Guo Ning's armor.
The blood from the wound on his arm was like a scarlet line, winding down the iron gun.
The ground was also covered in blood, which was left over from the brief battle just now and was being washed away by the rain.
"Fourth Lady, as warriors, our hands are always stained with blood." Guo Ning said solemnly: "However, in such a world, I often think, who deserves to die and who does not deserve to die? Who is the enemy and who is the enemy?
Are they friends? Only by thinking clearly can the sword and gun in your hands not kill the wrong person. Please tell General Yang An'er and let him think about it too!"
The two of them were in the formation of the rebellious army. After they stationed their horses for a moment, the number of Jurchen soldiers around them increased again.
Amidst the sound of rain, whistles sounded continuously, as if Hu Shahu, who was hiding among the armored knights, had made some moves.
Yang Miaozhen looked in that direction warily.
Guo Ning said: "Don't worry, today's fighting is over!"
Yang Miaozhen snorted.
She also expected that Hu Shahu would not fight anymore. This kind of warrior who lived in the temple and enjoyed the glory and wealth was so brave in the past, but now he is so cowardly and likes to scheme. If this battle continues, it will be meaningless to Hu Shahu.
, he will not be willing to waste his own private soldiers anymore.
But the Jurchen soldiers returning from the front line were still passing by in waves. There were so many of them, it was always troublesome.
Some people did not dare to come up to fight, so they hid behind and fired arrows. The sky was originally as dark as ink, but under the wash of rain, the bow arms were weak and the bow strings were loose. The arrows were shot out in a haphazard manner. Except for a few, none of them hit the target.
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Earlier in Bianwudianli, Guo Ning suffered a big loss from hidden arrows. Several of his cronies were killed and his own family was almost killed. At this moment, he did not dare to relax. He quickly concentrated on watching six directions, listening in all directions, and waving his iron gun at the same time.
Block the approaching arrows one by one.
When he came back to his senses, he saw that Yang Miaozhen had already galvanized his horse and rushed in the other direction. Under the rain curtain, he could vaguely see many Yang Miaozhen soldiers shouting and fleeing, like waves breaking apart.
Guo Ning smiled and urged his horse to go west, towards the pine torch lit at the top of Fanyang City.
It was Guo Ning's idea to attack Fanyang City, but he entrusted all the specific operations to Monk Luo. At this time, under the dim light of the torches, it was difficult to see who was lined up on top of the city. But Guo Ning believed
Monk Luo will not disappoint him.
His riding skills are excellent, and he can move his horse through the edge of the chaotic enemy formation, as if he were just strolling in a court. Sometimes when the enemy was chasing him, he would rein back lightly, kill a few, and then continue to retreat. The enemy would yell.
They chased loudly, but bumped into several groups of companions who were returning from the front. They were shouting at each other, making the scene even more chaotic.
There was a Jurchen soldier who got lost in the rain, holding his sword and gun upside down, walking around like a headless fly, and bumped into Guo Ning's horse.
Guo Ning originally planned to stab him to death with a gun. Suddenly he saw the soldier with a gray beard and his heart softened. He knocked him to the ground with the barrel of his gun and jumped over on his horse.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the originally flat wilderness was clearly divided into high places and low places. The water in the high places flowed to the low places like a waterfall, making the ground increasingly slippery. Guo Ning's ride
His skills are very good, and he can still walk freely at this time, but some Jurchen knights can't do it.
There was a knight who looked like a Jurchen officer, and he chased aggressively on horseback, leaving all his infantry behind. As a result, the horse's hoofs skidded on the muddy ground, and he was unable to struggle for a while.
Seeing Guo Ning turning around with murderous intent, the Jurchen officer screamed and dismounted from his saddle, rolled on his hands and feet in the mud, and escaped.
This is a benefit delivered to your door, so don’t give it up for free.
Guo Ning grabbed the horse and continued walking towards Fan Yangcheng.
At this time, Hu Shahu's army in the north began to blow the rallying horn continuously to indicate the direction for the soldiers. It was obvious that Hu Shahu was determined to retreat.
A little further to the south, from Yang An'er's position, the sound of short snare drum beats could be heard. This was a method of using the rhythm of the drum to convey messages. Yang An'er had only gathered the rebels for a few days, and he was able to use them to fight against Hu Shahu's elite private troops.
Soldiers, it can be seen that these rebels do have unique methods.
Guo Ning estimated that Yang An'er was so determined on the battlefield that he might have already prepared a way to escape. How could such a person who had been in Shandong for more than ten years be so easily deceived by the Jin army?
While I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of neat and heavy footsteps not far from the west.
Without hesitation, Guo Ning pursed his lips and whistled, making a sharp and high-pitched sound. The troops marching neatly came over immediately following the whistle.
"Liu Lang, Li Er is fine. There are doctors treating him. Nineteen of the knights who went out with you have returned, each with minor or serious injuries, and they have all been taken care of. Fanyang City is in our hands, and the people of Jing'an are mobilizing troops.
Stationed everywhere, Wang Shixian and Han Xuan also dispatched elite troops to focus on the key points."
The one who spoke was Monk Luo. He knew very well what Guo Ning would care about.
When he finished speaking, he found that Guo Ning was still looking at the direction in the south where Yang An'er was setting up the Chinese army, thoughtfully.
Monk Luo wiped the rain off his bald head and asked angrily: "Liu Lang, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking that once Yang An'er leaves, he will be like a dragon swimming in the sea; we must also hurry up."
"According to Liulang's last inference, we will stay in Hebei until this autumn?"
Guo Ning nodded: "There is still half a year left. During this half year, we have to sharpen our claws and strengthen our bones... There are many things to do."