True Martial Great Emperor of Myriad Realms

The early warning gong sounded. When Guo fan got on the wall, others in the pier had surrounded him.

"It's Beirong!"

Someone looked nervous, stretched his body and said, "why didn't beacon smoke be lit in other places?"

"Light a cigarette!"

The horse roared at me and someone was in a hurry.

Not long ago, a thick smoke took off straight from Baoning pier. Not long ago, the surrounding piers and abutments followed suit.

Guo fan didn't say anything. He kept looking out of the pier.

On the grassland, ginger cattle are driving horses.

Behind him, a Beirong man with a machete was chasing after him with a horse and shouting.

Later, smoke billowed, and seven or eight Beirong people howled and screamed, driving away more than a dozen Daliang people.

There are also some cattle, sheep, cars and horses that have been plundered.

"It's that group of businessmen!"

Ma Chao pointed his eyes and immediately recognized some of the expelled people: "no wonder they haven't come to trade. It turned out that they were abducted by Beirong people."

"A long!"

Jiang Hu looked flustered and hurriedly said to Guo fan, "will my brother be okay? I'll go down and open the door first."

"Open what door?"

Ma Chao shouted at him, "what if these Beirong soldiers rush in when the door is opened?"

"At that time, everyone in the pier will die with your brother!"

The doors of piers and abutments can not be opened by saying, which is time-consuming and laborious.

Off, it's not easy!

"No... No."

Jiang Hu's face turned white, shook his head and looked at Guo fan: "there's a long armour. We'll be fine."

"These Beirong people wear armor, but they are not ordinary soldiers."

Ma Chao shook his head, stretched out his hand, pointed out and said, "the worst of them are nailed cotton armor. Although there are not many people, they are all the elite of Beirong."

"How can we fight them?"

"Liu tou alone?"

Ma Chao roared.

Most of Beirong people are short and strong. They are skilled in horsemanship and attacking horses. They eat well and practice hard. Their individual strength is far higher than that of the border army.

It is also common to hear that ten Beirong riders tortured and killed hundreds of border cavalry.

Over time, the bravery of Beirong soldiers became more and more outrageous here.

Speaking of Beirong soldiers, there is a tendency to demonize them.

On the battlefield, often before contact, the girder side has been timid.

That's it, Ma Chao!

"What about that?"

Jiang Hu looked flustered and stretched out his hand to pull Guo fan's sleeve: "a long, you must save my brother."

"Let go!"

Guo fan's voice sank, shook off Jiang Hu and said, "don't worry, wait until they get close."

At this time, Jiang Niu and the pursuers had driven their horses to a position hundreds of steps near baoningdun.

The panic on Jiang Niu's face was clearly visible. Although he beat the horse desperately, his speed did not improve.

What he had under him was just a bad horse, which could not be compared with the fine horse of Beirong people behind him.

The Beirong man looked up at baoningdun, smiled cruelly, and accelerated his horse's chase.

Waving a machete in his hand, he kept shouting and swaggering with a very arrogant attitude.

And depending on the situation, he intended to cut off Jiang Niu from his horse near baoningdun to humiliate the people here.

"Hum!"

Seeing this scene, Guo fan couldn't help humming coldly and held the horse's long gun in his hand.

"Eech..."

Near Baoning pier, Beirong people danced and roared, and the blade was less than two arms away from Jiang Niu.

At eighty paces, Beirong people showed a proud and ferocious smile.

Sixty steps.

Jiang Niu's face showed despair. Looking back, the shining blade had been raised and hit him hard on the neck.

finished!

"Poof!"

A dull noise.

Jiang Niu's body trembled and touched his neck. His head was still there, and there was no pain on his neck.

He blinked subconsciously and saw a long gun on the chest of the Beirong soldier behind him.

The long gun ran directly through the heart of Beirong soldiers from top to bottom, and the tail of the gun was still trembling in front of them.

The machete in Beirong's hand was held high, but it could never fall down.

On his ferocious face, his eyes were full of fear, and unwilling to believe.

On the wall of baoningdun, Guo fan slowly took back his palm, and everyone around him looked crazy.

More than sixty steps.

This is a place that many archers can't reach, and the armour chief can throw a gun empty handed to kill!

What power is this?

"咴 咴..."

The horse hissed and directly overturned Beirong soldiers to the ground.

Jiang Niu was stunned. He suddenly pulled the reins and jumped off his horse. At the same time, he pulled his waist knife and jumped at the body of the Beirong man.

"What is he doing?"

Guo fan frowned and puzzled.

At this time, the bridge had been put down in the pier. Jiang Niu had time to escape safely, but he stopped.

"Liu tou."

Ma Chao replied, "Beirong people's heads are valuable goods, and the cheapest one is worth twelve!"

"This man has a armour. If he can get a waist token to prove his identity, it will cost twenty or thirty Liang silver anyway."

Guo fan knows.

In order to deal with Beirong people, Daliang did not hesitate to reward military achievements.

As long as you kill the enemy, you have official positions and silver!

Similarly, generous rewards have also led to the prevalence of killing good people and making contributions by the border troops. Some people are even proud to disguise women as Beirong men.

After all, the real Beirong people are hard to kill, and the fake ones are hard to do?

Two years ago, it was revealed that a thousand households of the Wei Institute had killed a Daliang man in a stronghold in exchange for meritorious service by pretending to be Beirong soldiers.

Although this matter has been exposed, it has not been exposed more obviously!

When the thought turned, Jiang Niu had cut off the man's head.

Then he wrapped his clothes and touched some on the body. Then he folded and ran to the suspension bridge.

The accident here also alerted the Beirong soldiers in the rear who drove away the Daliang people.

Two of them shouted, gave up the driven cattle and sheep, folded their bodies and hurried towards this side.

"Shua Shua!"

Several sharp arrows have fallen far away before the men and horses arrive.

It has to be said that Beirong people are really skilled in bowing and horse. Any two people can maintain a certain accuracy at this speed.

Jiang Niu, who was close to the suspension bridge, could not dodge, and his left leg was severely wiped by a sharp arrow.

He screamed, staggered under his feet, ran forward for a few steps, and finally fell to the ground.

"Brother!"

On the wall, Jiang Hu roared wildly.

"Hoo..."

A flower in my ear and a figure have jumped down.

"Liu tou!"

The horse roared at him, looking anxious and flustered.

"Peng!"

The wall with more than one foot is covered with smoke and dust after landing.

Guo fan's legs were slightly bent, his feet worked hard, his body rushed out of the smoke and rushed at the two Beirong riders.

"Ai Ke!"

The two Beirong people showed angry faces and roared. They first drew arrows and shot angrily, and then rushed face-to-face with machetes.

In their opinion.

A Daliang man without armor dares to face two Beirong elite riders. He's looking for death!

The flashing cold light of the machete can easily cut off a stake with the power of the horse.

They want the big beam man with the mantis arm as a cart to divide the body on the spot.

Can you vent your hatred!

"Ding..."

Guo fan, who rushed forward, had a cold face and a simple knife in his hand. He had already pulled away the incoming bow and arrow.

Then he roared in his mouth, rushed forward for several steps, and rose directly from the ground, and the power of fierce tigers emerged.

"咴 咴..."

The horse hisses!

In mid air, Guo fan crossed with two riders.

When the knives collided with the light, the two machetes immediately flew into the air. Under the great force, the two corpses were also thrown off the horse's back.

Blood, shooting around.

"Peng!"

Guo fan was bleeding all over. After landing, he rushed again and went straight to the remaining five Beirong riders in the distance.

"Big... Lord..."

On the wall, a dry pier guard looked dull.

Ma Chao opened his mouth and stammered, but he couldn't say a word.

In the distance, the remaining five Beirong people also showed confusion. They chattered and didn't know whether to retreat or advance for a moment.

The Liang people were so fierce that three of their own people were killed in the blink of an eye. Although there were still five of them, they were afraid.

However, the weakness of Liang people has gone deep into their bone marrow after all. After a little discussion, Beirong people have made a decision.

The three drove the horse away, and the other two slowly surrounded the horse with machetes and round shields.

They didn't intend to fight against Guo fan, but wanted to use the horse's action to compete with their opponents.

Man can't run as fast as a horse!

When the opponents have no strength, they are not allowed to do it.

"Oh..."

Seeing this scene, Guo fan just gave a light Ho, and his foot movements remained unchanged.

The distance between the two sides is approaching rapidly.

Fifty steps!

Guo fan's chest and abdomen are bulging, his muscles are stretched around, and his spine is slowly wriggling like a dragon and snake.

Thirty steps!

"Roar!"

A tiger roar suddenly broke the silence in the field.

In the rush, Guo fan's mouth opened, his eyes stared round, and his body seemed to turn into a fierce tiger.

There was also a sense of ferocity emerging from his body.

White tiger god evil body!

"Peng!"

One step is more than ten feet.

He rushed forward, even surpassing the galloping horse. With a roar, he threw a man and a horse in front of him to the ground.

The claws of the knife were together, the horse roared, and there was no breath in the blink of an eye.

The so-called strict defense, knife and shield defense of the other party are completely useless under this attack!

Looking at it from a distance even gives people an illusion.

It seems that a fierce tiger really rushed to the Beirong cavalry, first pressed down the horse, and then tore up the cavalry.

After a few ups and downs, two riders were torn to pieces.

The remaining three people changed their complexion greatly, lost all the sense of war in their hearts, and desperately beat the horse under their crotch and fled to the distance.

"Die!"

Guo fan ran to catch up with one person, and four knife lights fell from the sky, directly wrapping one person and one horse.

The knife light is rolling, and the blood of men and horses is racing.

The scream stopped abruptly before it was completely blurted out.

"Shua!"

Guo fan shook his hand, pulled out a short spear from the body and squinted at the last two riders who fled.

Then.

His body bowed slightly, his strength rose from the ground, ran through his thighs, waist, abdomen, arms, and went straight to his wrists.

"Shua!"

The short spear came out, and the virtual shadow flashed in the air, just like lightning cutting through the void, running through one's heart.

It was so powerful that it even took the rider flying from the horse's back and tied heavily on the grass.

The man hung on the spear and his body twitched for a while before he was completely silent.

"Hoo..."

Look at the last man, who has galloped out of Lishu.

If you want to catch up again, you can't catch up.

It's good to leave seven for eight.

Guo fan shook his palm and stopped.

At this time, on the wall, the people of baoningdun have fallen into madness. The eyes they look at Guo fan are full of enthusiasm.