As one of the few rebels in Daikin, many people know Yang An'er's experience and deeds in starting a business. In the 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, although he himself was a good fighter, the most important reliance was on 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, and she has a Taoist nickname called "Miao Zhen". She is very young, but her martial arts skills are outstanding.
Because she is the daughter of a boudoir, she does not often appear in public, but when she does show up occasionally, she will definitely be able to defeat powerful enemies on the battlefield. For this reason, Yang An'er's subordinates all respected her very much and did not call her by her name, but instead called her "Four Niangzi".
This was the first time Guo Ning saw her. Although he couldn't see her appearance clearly, he felt that the figure standing upright with a gun exuded a particularly 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 the armor was melted by the rain and flowed down the arm, mixed with the blood from Guo Ning's own arm wound, 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? A friend? Only if you think clearly, the sword and gun in your hand will 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, more Jurchen soldiers began to appear around them.
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 continue fighting. This kind of warrior who lives in a temple and has enjoyed glory and wealth, how brave he was in the past, is now so cowardly and calculating. It would be meaningless for Hu Shahu to continue fighting this battle. He would not be willing to waste his own private troops anymore.
But the Jurchen soldiers returning from the front line were still passing by in waves. There were too many of them, which was always troublesome.
Some people did not dare to come up to fight, but hid behind and fired arrows. The sky was originally as dark as ink, but under the wash of rain, the bow arm was weak and the bow string was loose. The arrows were shot out in a haphazard manner, and except for a few, none hit the target.
Earlier in Bianwudianli, Guo Ning suffered a big loss from a hidden attack. Several of his cronies were killed, and his own family was almost killed. At this moment, he didn't dare to relax, so he quickly concentrated on looking in all directions and listening in all directions. At the same time, he waved his iron gun to deflect 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, many female soldiers could be vaguely seen shouting and fleeing, like waves breaking apart.
Guo Ning chuckled and urged his horse to go west, heading 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 gathering in formation on the top of the city. But Guo Ning believed that Monk Luo would not disappoint him.
His riding skills are excellent, and he can move his horse through the edges of the chaotic enemy formations as if he were strolling in a courtyard. Sometimes the enemy was chasing them too close, so he would rein back lightly, kill a few, and then continue to retreat. The enemy chased them loudly, but they bumped into several groups of companions who had turned back 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 and low places. The water from the high places flows down low like a rapid waterfall, making the ground increasingly slippery. Guo Ning's riding skills are very good, and he can still ride freely at this time, but some Jurchen knights cannot.
There was a knight who looked like a Jurchen officer, riding a horse and chasing after him aggressively, leaving all his infantry behind. As a result, the horse's hooves slipped repeatedly on the muddy ground, and it was unable to struggle for a while.
Seeing Guo Ning turning back 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, the direction of Hu Shahu's own army in the north began to blow the assembly horn continuously to indicate the direction to the soldiers. Obviously Hu Shahu made up his mind to retreat.
A little further to the south, from where Yang An'er was stationed, there was the sound of a short drum beating. This is a way to use the rhythm changes of drum beats to convey messages. It took only a few days for Yang An'er to gather the rebels, but they were able to fight against Hu Shahu's elite private soldiers. This shows 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.
Guo Ning pursed his lips and whistled without hesitation, 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 elites to focus on 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 with Yang An'er gone, he will be like a dragon swimming in the sea; we must 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. In this half year, we have to sharpen our claws and strengthen our bones... There are a lot of things to do."
