Chapter 632 Arrangement of Fate

The fire quickly spread and burned from the foot of the mountain. Today, the weather is beautiful, and there is some big autumn wind, which helps the fire, and the fire is extremely fierce.

Qian Taichang led 500 soldiers and horses to stand at the foot of the mountain and looked at the fiercer fire with a cruel smile on his face. He could almost imagine the scene of panic in the Shenshu camp on the top of the mountain. You didn't make a generous statement yesterday. A gun? Didn't you say you deserved to be burned? You are the one who deserves it today. Thinking of this, Qian Taichang couldn't help laughing.

Half an hour later, the fire burned to the top of the mountain. After the fire, the dark hillside was filled with smoke. The visibility was poor, and the situation on the top of the fortress could not be seen. However, it can be seen from afar that the fire has surrounded the wall on the top of the mountain. Judging from the burning wood rolling down the hillside from time to time, the fire has burned into the fortress. In the face of sparks splashing on the hillside and the flying ash that covered the sky and the sun, the soldiers at the foot of the mountain were frightened: I'm afraid the people on the mountain are over.

"Sw." A sharp bamboo flute sounded, which shocked the 500 Yangwei battalion soldiers.

"What's wrong? Who is playing the bamboo flute? Qian Taichang asked in shock.

"The marquis, Zhenwei Camp does not have the habit of using bamboo flutes. It was not sent by our people." Someone reported it.

Who is that? The sound is close to the left. Qian Taichang's heart tightened. As soon as his voice fell, he heard the sound of breaking the sky, buzzing like a bee flying, and a black smoke rose from the side ravine and fell on the heads of the soldiers.

"No, enemy attack, someone shoots arrows!" Someone shouted loudly.

At the same time, a large arrow pocket fell, and there was an endless sound. At the same time, the sound of killing in the smoke on the side resounded through the valley, and vague figures appeared in the smoke, and the tall figure of the leader was dragging a long wooden knife in his hand. Isn't it Jiang Bin or someone else?

"Ah, why are they at the foot of the mountain?" Qian Xiu screamed loudly.

Qian Taichang shouted: "Welcome the enemy, meet the enemy."

The judge quickly began to perform his duties: "The arrows gather in the rear, and you are out. You, you, and you..."

More than 20 soldiers who were hit by arrows were driven to the rear. The scene was too chaotic, and more than 30 people took advantage of the chaos. After the war between the two sides, the judges could not be completely fair and had to do their best.

Although more than 20 people were reduced, it had little impact on the overall combat strength. Qian Taichang was determined. After all, he was a soldier of the Beijing camp. After the initial panic, he soon stabilized his position. The two sides fought together. The wooden swords and wooden guns made a ploping sound, and heavy gasps rose one after another in the valley. .

Since participating in the martial arts competition, it has been the first time for Shenshu Camp to face the enemy. Qian Taichang is honored to enjoy the honor of the first front-on battle. However, the achievement of this honor has obviously paid a huge price. These soldiers of Shenshu Camp, who are not burly, are all armed with martial arts and light in their hands. The wooden sword does not win with strength, but wins vigorously and flexibly. It jumps around like a monkey. The sword with black powder in its hand is specially chopped into the other party's face, because the head is the key point stipulated by the rules. No matter where the knife is hit on the face, it is regarded as serious injury or death, and it is directly kicked out. Bureau.

After a cup of tea, the soldiers of the Hundred Zhenwei Battalion were scolded and left the scene with black marks on their faces. More than 40 soldiers and horses of the Shenshu Battalion were out, and their combat effectiveness was self-evident. After another cup of tea, as Qian Xiu was cut on the top of his head and fainted on the ground by Jiang Bin, he was still struggling on the court. There are only more than a hundred soldiers and horses left in Zhenwei Battalion, and there are still more than 300 soldiers in the Shenshu Battalion.

"Do you still want to fight?" Song Nan raised his arm and stopped: "It's boring to waste everyone's strength. Lord Qian, stop and take your son to see the army. In case your son is shaken into a fool by that knife, I am not responsible. Lord Jiang's arm strength is not covered. Although he is holding a wooden knife, he can still cut people to death with a knife."

Qian Taichang's armor was crooked, standing breathlessly, and waved his hand: "Don't fight, don't fight, just admit defeat. How did you go down the mountain? I clearly ordered people to watch your movements. When the fire broke out, you were still in the fortress. How could you rush out of the fire?

Song Nan laughed and said, "It's very simple. Taking advantage of the cover of the smoke after the fire, we broke a gap with a rolling stone from the wind. Although more than a dozen people were burned, it was nothing. Then we took a detour to rest under your side slope for a while. I took the opportunity to squint for a while and made up for the sleep that I didn't get enough last night because I changed my bed. Lord Jiang took the opportunity to take a nap.

Jiang Bin rolled his eyes and said, "Do you want to mention this?"

Song Nan smiled and said, "I won't mention it anymore."

Qian Taichang said grimly, "That's all, I fell in love with you again."

Song Nan restrained his smile and said, "I didn't take advantage of you this time. We are really swords. If you fight hard, you should sigh that your skills are not as good as talents. We could have shot a few more rounds of arrows when you were in chaos just now, but I didn't do that. Just like yesterday, I have always given you a chance, but you are really no match.

Qian Taichang wanted to scold and refute, but he couldn't find a reason to refute; Song Nan came forward and raised the wooden knife in his hand and said, "Old rule."

"What's the old rule?"

"Huh? Didn't Lord Ma tell you? I will personally send their admirals out of any soldiers and horses against me. If you don't have a mark on your body, it shows that you have a chance to survive. Don't resist. If you resist, you will be even worse, and your men will also be miserable.

"Soong Nan, don't bully people too much." Qian Taichang roared loudly and raised the wooden sword in his hand.

Song Nan tilted her head and said, "Don't you want to? Anyway, we can only finish this battle and send them out. Marquis Qian, just catch it alive.

The battle ended quickly, and there was no suspense about the one-sided battle, but this time, the soldiers of the Shenshu Battalion were much more fierce, and they used a lot of strength on their fists and swords. The soldiers of the Yangwei Battalion were dizzy and shouted in pain. More than a dozen soldiers paid the price of being cut by Qian Taichang to throw Qian Taichang down on the grass and cut their hands and feet to control it.

Song Nan frowned and said, "Marquis Qian, you asked for this. Originally, you only needed to draw one stroke on your face, but now I have to draw more."

Song Nan dragged the wooden knife, drew a big fork on Qian Taichang's face, and looked back and said, "This stroke from left to right seems to be a little bent."

Jiang Bin slams and said, "It's not just a little bent. It's like an earthworm. If I paint it, it must be better than yours."

Song Nan rolled his eyes and said, "Next time you come, I'd like to see how good your paintings are. You fought with a knife. Have you ever read calligraphy and painting?"

Qian Taichang listened to the two's discussion and almost fainted. Song Nan stretched out his hand to take the flag from his waist and raised it high; the judge said in due course: "Zhenwei Camp, out!"

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Qian Taichang's misfortune has become the best talk in the camp. Originally, Ma Zhifang was the object of sympathy before, but now it seems that Qian Taichang is the worst one, because a big black cross was painted on his face; I don't know what medicine powder Song Nan used, and the black fork on Qian Taichang's face has been washed more than a dozen times. Washed off, when the military admirals dined together in Zhengde's tent at noon, Qian Taichang still had that huge fork on his face, which made people unable to see it and couldn't bear to laugh.

When drawing lots in the afternoon, everyone prayed not to draw the Shenshu camp. It turned out that the Shenshu camp is a difficult bone to gnaw. Their admiral Song Nan is also a perverted guy who likes to scribble on people's faces. If he draws and loses, he will definitely be drawn one or two strokes. Thinking about it, he will go crazy. .

There is a lucky man among the four eliminated soldiers and horses in this round. They have to draw lots to decide who can be resurrect. The chiefs of the four battalions of Zhenwei Camp, Xianwu Camp, Bazhouwei and Can Yong Camp drew lots in full view of the public. After the four lots, Taichang, who had a black fork on his face did not lose his luck because of the black fork on his face. He won the championship in one fell swoop and was resurrected after elimination.

When Song Nan returned the flag of Zhenwei camp, she gave her heartfelt blessings: "This time, Marquis Qian is going to take this flag. I hope you won't fight against me again."

Qian Taichang said angrily, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Song Nan sighed and retreated and did not quarrel with him. The next six soldiers and horses carried out the last round of offensive and defensive battle draw. When Qian Taichang reached out a kit and opened it, everyone looked at Qian Taichang in addition to pitying him, but also had extreme pity and obvious gloating.

Qian Taichang was so lucky that he won the Shenshu camp again, and he met Song Nan again.

Qian Taichang's face was red and white, and he sighed that his fate was not good. Song Nan came up and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Marquis, it's as you wish, hey! I really don't want to face you. I have no choice. This is the arrangement of fate.