Vicissitudes know Jinhua

A general of Qiling from the Pulling Sea Department rushed out of the formation and rode his horse straight towards Qi Wushang, with a pair of powerful and heavy maces in his hands.

Qi Wushang used strengths against weaknesses, when the two horses were facing each other, a gun went straight to the man's throat, the man blocked it with a stick, and smashed the gun barrel heavily with the other hand.

Qi Wushang waited until the strength of his mace had been unleashed, and he could no longer change moves, so he shook his hand, the spear was as sharp as a dragon, and the tip of the spear slid past the mace, and the man's wrist was immediately leaked. Gaining strength, his body swayed on the horse, at this moment the two horses were pedaling, Qi Wushang pointed his spear down and picked it up, he shouted "Let's go!"

The tip of the gun pierced into the man's left rib, and when he pressed the end of the gun, he picked up the whole person, drew an arc in mid-air, and the dead body was thrown to the front of the Yongliang army with a snap.

Qi Wushang laughed out loud, Sang Qi immediately stepped forward, lifted the corpse's head back and hung it on the flagpole.

The shouts and cheers of the Yongliang cavalry were like a tidal wave, almost overturning the entire battlefield.

Damuhu was furious, and said: "The grandmother in the tent in Erbie is my Damuhu's grandmother. Whoever kills him and crushes his bones with a horse's hoof will reward you with ten catties of gold and a jar of fine wine." !"

The gold is worth it, but the temptation of good wine is like a gift from the gods to the prairie barbarians. Immediately, a tall and tall warrior rushed forward. He knew a few words of Ningguo dialect and asked, "Listen, Ninggou! I am Qiketu, the commander of the Bahai King’s tent, the nameless ghost who is immortal under the sword of the hero, who are you?”

Qi Wushang kicked the stirrup, and the horse rushed up: "Blind your dog eyes! This king Qi Wushang, the king of Western Wei in Yongliang!"

His silver spear came very fast, and it reached his chest in a blink of an eye. Fortunately, Qiketu's reaction was rare, so he pulled the horse around in a circle, slashed the saber from the side, and changed his back hand to his first hand. Pushing the blade, he slashed towards Qi Wushang.

The point of Qi Wushang's half-gun collapsed, and with the help of the momentum of the horse, he hung the knife out with a clang. Qi Ketu's physical strength was amazing, Qi Wushang blocked the knife, his tiger's mouth felt numb, and he immediately leaned up , the back of his head was almost attached to the horse's three-chassis bone, when the two horses staggered, he swung his hands around, and the gun barrel rolled straight over like a whirlpool, Chiketu turned his body, grabbed the horse's wind, drew his knife and stood up, trying to stop the gun Unexpectedly, Qi Wushang's gun was unpredictable, and with a light and skillful flick, a piece of meat was cut off Chiketu's thigh.

Qiketu was the most steadfast in all the battles. Although his thigh was injured, he didn't say a word. He raised the big knife, covered his head and face, and slashed at Qi Wushang fiercely.

Those who survived in the battlefield are all generals who are used to fighting, and there is absolutely no fancy move, they are all focused on killing. Chiketu's knife, just wait for Qi Wushang to fight horizontally, and he can turn his wrist He knocked the gun crookedly with the back of the knife and chopped his chest straight.

Qi Wushang had been waiting for his knife for a long time, and his legs clamped the horse's belly. This bloody hooves black cloud horse is extremely handsome, and it is also extremely humane. It suddenly accelerated, and took a few steps sideways, Qi Wushang's waist fell off the horse. Falling sideways, he swiftly avoided the mighty sword, and shot out from bottom to top like a poisonous dragon. With a click, a red light burst out, and the three-edged point half a foot deep pierced Chiketu's body. waist eye.

The dead body fell off the horse with a plop, and the Yongliang army cheered thunderously.

Qi Wushang picked two generals in front of the battle, and within a few face-to-face encounters, they were destroyed like iron and bamboo, and the morale of the crowd was as high as boiling. Mu Zishi looked at the city from a distance, his palms were full of sweat, Eye pupils glisten in the sun.

Qi Wushang galloped around, pointing at Damuhu with a sneer: "Come here!"

Damuhu looks rough and bold, but he is extremely cautious, and shouted: "Mo'er shoots the swan!"

The Bahai Department regards Mo'er as good at archery, and Shehu is also the honorific title for the best riding archer in the tribe, but Mo'er Shehu has no ambitions in the tribe. With his strength, he should have been promoted to the head of the ten thousand. But King Bahai has always been jealous of him, and Damuhu is also quite jealous. Seeing Qi Wu's tricky hands of hurting people and blocking murderers and beheading demons, he simply sacrificed him, and he didn't feel bad if he was injured or died.

Mo'er Shehu obeyed the order and galloped out on his horse. He was dressed in light and soft armor. He held a spear in his hand. The tip of the spear was as wide as a palm. He carried a hard bow on his back. The helmet was decorated with nine high-raised feathers. Being young and handsome, he rode his horse to the front of the two armies, but turned his head and silently glanced at Damuhu, expressing contempt.

Qiu Si was in the back row, looked at him, fearing that Qi Wushang might lose something, he hurriedly said: "Whoever is going to stand in for the prince, be careful of this Mo'er's bow and arrow!"

Kuang Wuwei waited for his request and wanted to go up, Qi Wushang shouted: "No need!"

Everyone didn't dare to disobey the order, they immediately concentrated on it, and if Qi Wushang was lost, they would gather together to save him.

Qiu Si shouted: "Beat the drums!"

The sound of war drums was like distant thunder and hail, coming with great enthusiasm, hearing this familiar voice, Qi Wushang could only feel blood burning all over his body like strong wine, bringing a slightly tingling pleasure, picking two generals with a gun, killing his body and heating him up , The physical fitness and combat power have reached the peak state, and the mind and mind are even more confident and calm, like a mirror, reflecting every movement of the opponent clearly and clearly, and every reaction of oneself is unparalleled to the pinnacle.

At this moment, Qi Wushang was already a sharp arrow that pierced through the air and was unstoppable.

Mo'er Shehu was almost out of breath by Qi Wushang's spear, completely at a disadvantage and was beaten. After a few rounds, there was a gunshot wound on his shoulder, and blood flowed all over his arm.

He is the veritable number one in riding and shooting in the entire grassland. He has a beast-like keen sense of smell that ordinary people cannot match. lost.

Damu Hu originally thought that he was going to use bow and arrow to win the defeat, but Mo'er Shehu didn't return to the battle, instead he went straight to the east, and escaped from the battlefield alone!

This brave general with nine feathers was killed by Qi Wushang so much that he didn't even draw his bow, but he fled the battle and shamed the entire Raising Sea Division. Damu Hu was furious, suddenly felt fear, and shouted tremblingly Said: "Mo'er shoots the swan! You are as timid as a squirrel, and the souls of your ancestors will cry for you in the sky!"

The soldiers of the Pulling the Sea Department will be noisy for a while, and their positions are in disarray.

Mo'er's escape from Shehu was more morale boosting than killing him, Qi Wushang raised his silver spear high, shouted and ordered: "Kill!"

Amidst the shouts of the Yongliang iron cavalry, war horses swept across the position like a raging wave, and the already panicked cavalry of the sea-lifting department collapsed at the touch of a touch, with no fighting spirit, and fled in all directions like sheep being hunted down by hungry wolves.

The cavalry duel relied on momentum and speed the most. Qi Wushang took advantage of the opportunity to rob morale. A big battle completely turned into a one-sided massacre. In just half an hour, three thousand corpses were left behind in the Elevation Department. The bloody remains of the ground, and countless horse weapons.

Blood-soaked soil, broken arrows and blades, broken limbs and screams of defeated soldiers, all kinds of scenes were reflected in Mu Zishi's eyes, and they only passed by like a fleeting shadow. Sad Fei Yingyue took the lead.

Qiu Mingxi beamed with joy, pointed at a last-ranked captain from a distance, and praised with a smile: "This Zuo Shifei from Nanke Mountain, I heard that although he is a bit arrogant and rebellious, he is a good man!"

Mu Zishi glanced at him lightly, saw that he was advancing and retreating with discretion, the long knife in his hand was sharp and fierce, and he was fighting the enemy side by side with Sang Qi, so he couldn't help nodding his head and said, "He is indeed a brave general."

Originally thought that he would still hate him because of the matter of Nankeshan, but at a glance, his heart is as calm as water and has no emotions. It turns out that Nankeshan's various things may have quietly let go of him by Qi Wushang's side without knowing it.

The corners of Mu Zishi's mouth turned up slightly, and he felt that the spring day was sunny and warm.

In the spring of the second year of Wuding, starting with the First Battle of Sheluguan, Yongliang and the Bahai Department went to war in an all-out way. King Qingqiong and King Ude just as Qi Wushang expected, one sided by as if nothing had happened, and one side responded to the war. Pulling the sea king, but only sent [-] troops to help.

Qi Wushang's command is extremely exquisite and magnificent, he is cautious and flexible, his actions are like thunder, he wards off arrogance, his attack is unprepared, his changes are unexpected, he is very patient, he is neither fast nor slow, he goes out repeatedly, continuously attack, but once engaged in battle, it must be completely wiped out, eating up the effective combat power of the Tuhai Department one bite at a time.

The settlements of the Bahai Department on the grassland were discovered by the Yongliang army, and they robbed all the cattle, horses and livestock, and slaughtered them on the spot if they could not take them away. These consumptions drag down their money and food strength.This move is extremely vicious, but it is a good strategy to hurt his bones, so he has to do it.

He led the army, and Mu Zishi asked to go with the army, but he was mercilessly kicked out of the army account, which made Qiu Si and the others giggle. Military exploits, but looking at these unshaven weather-beaten robes, I have to bear it with hatred.

While wishing to kick Qi Wushang a few times, the more he writes in the memorial, the more proud he is: Admiring the majesty of the emperor, the king's soldiers of the Western Wei Dynasty went out to attack the barbarians. In three battles, more than ten small battles, more than ten thousand heads of enemies were beheaded, invincible and invincible.

As soon as the frontier fortress entered autumn, the cold wind was like a knife. Although Mu Zishi's health improved a lot, he couldn't stand the white-haired wind. He had a splitting headache and burned all over by accident.

Qi Wushang hastily invited Lu Kuangxi for diagnosis and treatment, so that he does not have to enter the barracks anymore, and only lives in the commander's mansion. If there are urgent matters to be dealt with, Qiu Mingxi will arrange for his subordinates to be sent in and out.

Qiu Mingxi has gradually handed over most of Yongliang's grain, fodder, salaries, supplies, and military supplies to him. As for the official documents and memorials, Mu Zishi handles them all by himself. In the flower hall not far from where Zishi lived, people came and went, some were waiting, some were in a hurry, but they all held their breaths, even talking in whispers, just like the small courts of Yongliang and Liangzhou. Church.

Qiu Mingxi was old and frail, and his body was not as good as before. Seeing that the weather was turning cold, he simply sat with Mu Zishi in his study in the warm pavilion and dealt with various matters.

This day, Qi Wushang saw that there was no major event in the camp, and seeing that the sky was covered with lead clouds, it was already late, so he went back to the mansion and ordered some more dishes to be sent to the Nuan Pavilion, and he brought a pot of sweet osmanthus wine Come to find Mu Zishi.

As soon as he entered the Nuan Pavilion where the earth dragon was burned, Qi Wushang felt a little too hot, hurriedly took off his cloak, walked lightly like a cheetah, wanted to go into the study to scare Mu Zishi, but when he arrived at the door of the study, he heard Lu Kuangxi smiled and said, "Your temperament has become much more lenient recently, and even when Zuo Shifei came to you a few days ago, you didn't have any problems with him...Although I think it's very good, it's also a little strange."

Mu Zishi said in a lazy voice: "What's so strange about this? If you live well, no one wants to be mean and vicious, and beware of calculations all day long."

Lu Kuangxi said: "But you are not idle now, look at the books and cases are piled up, there are bank accounts and official documents, I am worried that you will lose your energy and blood if you work too hard."

Mu Zishi smiled softly: "Aren't you free? But I have never been so happy and satisfied. I have no worries except for his safety when I go out uninjured. My husband said that I am gentle, but in fact it is just because ... I don't want to use this good time to bear grudges against others, not to mention Zuo Shifei, even Ge Shu Yepo, as long as he doesn't appear in front of me, I won't even think about revenge."

Qi Wushang listened, but shook his head, Mu Zishi probably didn't realize that when Shu Polu was mentioned, he often called it Ge Shu Yepo intentionally or unintentionally, he had never forgotten that terrible injury , how could it be possible not to take revenge?One day that Shu Polu did not die, one day he could not be truly happy and at ease.

As soon as I thought of this, the murderous intent rose in my heart, and I was a little distracted. When I listened again, I only heard Lu Kuang humming, and said: "This is also very good for the body. Your heart is getting more stable, and I will open it for you again." A few prescriptions for strengthening the foundation and cultivating the vitality, if you take good care of yourself, within ten years, your physique will be almost the same as that of an ordinary person, and you will not die prematurely if you are lingering on the bed."

Hearing this, Qi Wushang was overjoyed, couldn't hold back any longer, kicked the door in, and said with a loud smile: "Really? Thank you for your mastery!"

Mu Zishi was so startled by the bang that his hands trembled, and he reprimanded, "You can't knock on the door?"

Qi Wushang said: "I'm happy... After ten years, the frontier will be peaceful, I can take you around, don't have to worry about you being a medicine pot."

The table was very low, and the floor was covered with a thick warm blanket, Qi Wushang took off his boots, sat on the floor next to Mu Zishi, supported his chin with his hand, and looked carefully at his complexion.

Seeing Qi Wushang, Lu Kuangxi hurriedly stood up like a ghost, and found an excuse to have a stomachache and hurriedly left.

Of course, it's not because the King of Western Wei's face is hideous and his language is tasteless. To be honest, it would be a great pleasure to chat with either Mu Zishi or Qi Wushang alone, but if they were put together, any other person next to him would be very happy. All three of them will be on pins and needles and their hearts will collapse.

Qi Wushang is a hero and an outstanding person, and Mu Zishi is also a dragon and phoenix among people who do not give up much. However, once they sit together intimately, they immediately become two fools who have no sense of power. People can't understand it, and when they have no solution, they shed tears of sympathy for the exhausted sea king, but they themselves are still addicted to it, whether they are happy or angry.