Ma Xianglin only felt that the phrase "bastard" seemed to be scolding Zheng Haizhu, and he immediately felt displeasure in his heart.
But he has experienced far more ups and downs than Man Gui, who is several years older than him, and his ability to control anger is naturally better than his.
"Brother Mangui, why did you say this?" Although Ma Xianglin calmed down his mouth, there was still no hint of seriousness in his tone.
General Zhao's lieutenant, before Ma Xianglin could finish his words, stepped forward to pick up the bloody bag, patted Mangui on the arm carefully, and scolded Mangui in a low voice: "Two hammers, I can't carry you on my forehead." What a fool! Please make amends to General Ma!"
Man Gui rolled his neck, stared at Ma Xianglin and said: "Thank you to General Ma for being considerate, but I just want to take my children and guard the Yehu Ridge. Even if I enjoy the blessings, I won't go there."
"Why?" Ma Xianglin lowered his chin and asked Man Gui.
"My benefactor is here to take care of me. He gave me the flag before he died. Civil servants have to return to their hometown to observe mourning after their parents die. Are we military men heartless?"
Ma Xianglin's cheeks relaxed a little, and he nodded slightly: "Okay, you are not only good at cursing, but you can also speak things fluently."
General Zhao's lieutenant coughed dryly, patted Man Gui's dirty cloth armor with several holes in it, turned to Ma Xianglin and said: "All the rough guys in our Xuan army are of this benevolent nature. His master is the leader. "Zongqi, two years ago, some Jurchen traders from Zhangjiakou got together with some Bayala from the old chieftain and came to rob Dingkou's cattle and sheep. Zongqi was killed in the battle."
Ma Xianglin turned his face solemnly, lowered his eyes for a moment, took off the wine bag from his waist and handed it to Man Gui: "Take a sip."
Mangui was busy killing people and rushing for more than ten hours. He just needed hot wine to pay homage to the Temple of the Five Internal Organs, so he took the wine bag without saying a word and drank it.
I heard the Sichuan barbarian on the opposite side speak again: "Longmen Pass is closer to Liaodong. If you want to avenge Master, kill the Tatars quickly. That place is even more useful."
Man Gui threw the wine bag to the brother behind him, wiped his mouth, and his eyes fell on the long scar on the bridge of Ma Xianglin's nose. The unruly look in his eyes disappeared and became more research-intensive.
"Are you the General Ma who fought against Zhengbai Banner in Fushun?"
"Yes, it's just old things. I'm the guilty one now."
"Oh," Man Gui took off the rag strips wrapped around his waist and tied them tightly again, "The court decides who is guilty or not. We don't know. We only obey those who can be beaten. The guy General Ma uses is a gun. ?”
Ma Xianglin caught a glimpse of Man Gui's big hand already resting on the handle of the knife.
The language among warriors is simple and straightforward, without the convoluted talk among scribes.
Ma Xianglin was not surprised that this low-level general, who was only a flag officer, dared to challenge the authority of the commander-in-chief. Judging from the tone of the conversation between the deputy general and Man Gui, it was obvious that this brave general in his prime was respected and tolerated by his superiors.
If the boss can't convince him, he can only rely on the martial arts' hard work.
"Brother Mangui, are you going to play tricks with me?"
Man Guicang pulled out his knife with a clang: "Play!"
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In the camp shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, the soldiers no longer gathered in small groups, sniffling, waiting for the rice soup and pancakes to come out of the pot, and no longer swallowed their saliva. They listened to the old soldier Youzi happily talking about how the girls in the Zhangjiakou kiln were doing. Will serve people.
With the sound of whistles, laughter, and shouts, they gathered around one after another, like a group of ducks returning home late, stretching their heads and necks to stare at Man Gui and Ma Xianglin in the center of the circle.
"Young Master, bring it."
The servant of Ma Mansion returned from the tent and threw something like a leather hat to Ma Xianglin.
Ma Xianglin caught it, put it on the head of the gun, and wrapped it in with the special hook and sickle.
On the other side, Man Gui also wrapped a circle with rattan rope from the blade edge to the back of the blade.
"A single sword breaks a gun! A single sword breaks a gun!"
There were shouts and screams all around.
Several of Ma Xianglin's servants folded their arms and curled their lips lightly.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying in the military that "the gun is the king of weapons." As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong. As long as it is in an open area where the gun can be used, and the sword is wielded, it will take at least four or five to subdue the spear general. Only when the swordsmen cooperate and combine frontal fights with sneak attacks behind enemy lines can they have a slight chance of winning.
Breaking the gun with a single sword? I want to eat shit.
On the snow, Man Gui grabbed Ma Xianglin's wine bag again and took a few greedy sips. Then he walked near Ma Xianglin and bent down to pull out the branch that the other party had just planted as a boundary.
"General Ma, you are the guest, and our army is the master. We are all gentlemen with handles, and there is no reason for the master to bully the guests. I am Mangui, and I don't need the help of this circle of broken wood. When you use the gun, you can go wherever you like. Retreat wherever you go."
In the back row of the crowd, a new recruit asked an old soldier for advice: "What kind of horse general does that look like an actor just plant a row of dead branches?"
The old soldier explained: "A spear is a long weapon. The smaller the fighting area, the more restricted the marksmanship is. As soon as people come up, they have to give way to the sword wielder."
Another soldier said "Hey": "Man Gui is a Mongolian savage, and he is very indifferent to his ancestral sword skills. General Ma thought that he was giving him some leeway. He must have felt that General Ma was trying to tear him down. Hey, hurry up. Look, look, it’s time to move!”
Following his soft call, the veteran soldier beside him simply ordered his subordinates: "Put me up and watch!"
The two soldiers quickly carried and lifted the old soldier up half his body.
Seeing the mountains and small mountains at a glance, the veteran suddenly felt that the world had opened up and he could clearly see the good things going on.
But on top of the shallow splash of fine snow, a golden thread rushed straight towards Mangui.
That was the gun barrel painted more eye-catchingly by the setting sun.
Since Ma Xianglin knew that Mangui prided himself on his dignity as a swordsman, he no longer held back his attacks, but attacked the vital points as soon as he came up.
He retreated in order to advance, taking a few quick and steady steps back, opening a distance of about two feet in an instant. At the same time, his waist and abdomen suddenly tightened, pressing against the barrel of the gun, turning his left and right wrists alternately, and leaning back slightly on his shoulders. There was a sudden burst of force, and a set of "blocking the gun, taking the gun, and stabbing the gun" moves were shorter than the blink of an eye of the soldiers.
Mangui saw that the black cowhide round head was like an enlarged lead bullet, heading straight for his throat, and suddenly transformed into a black lotus petal-like figure while shaking, making it difficult to tell which petal would be hit. His own killing weapon.
However, Ma Xianglin's gun was faster and Man Gui's eyesight was even faster. The final direction of the gun head was captured in a flash of lightning.
He quickly moved in the opposite direction, and swung the Yanling knife in his hand at the same time, hitting the head of the cowhide gun without any bias.
The golden gun barrel shook violently, and was quickly stabilized by its owner from behind, who then took it back and began the second round of attacks.
