Chapter 132 The old thief died
In late autumn, the tea flows slowly, and the hot air is steaming, like fog and smoke.
The veterans looked at each other with a wry smile.
On that day, on the martial arts performance, An Bochen shocked four people and made them look at each other with new eyes. However, because of the change of Moyun Tower, An Bochen's cultivation was completely lost. Although the old generals sighed, they did not hold hope.
Unexpectedly, An Bochen picked up the silver gun again today, and with only two moves, he neatly stabbed the Li cavalry to death on the spot.
Compared with that day, his shooting skills seemed to be higher, fierce and not slow at all.
As for how he recovered his cultivation, the veterans couldn't figure out and didn't think about it anymore.
What we need to do now is to keep the fierce general given by God to the State of Liu.
An Bochen's shooting skill is superb and heroic, but he is too reckless. He faces thousands of troops one by one. After all, he is still a dead end.
"General Fang, send troops."
Finally, a veteran couldn't help saying.
"What Old Mr. Liu said is that the Li family rebelled, and we will not say anything about the rebellion against the emperor."
"Exactly, Na'an boy has a good gunmanship at a young age. In time, even that general can have a place on the list. It's unsoldiable."
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Old General Fang calmed down. He smiled, glanced at the generals, brushed his beard and said, "It's an honor to be able to enter your eyes. It's a pity that you are brave and resourceful, and you still need to have a good life**.
After a pause, a trace of cunning flashed in General Fang's eyes, and he said thoughtfully, "How can I save him if I have no military charm and no horse?"
"What are you afraid of? Then the Duke of Huo can lead three hundred iron horses to defeat the rebellion. Let's go back to the house to get one or two hundred guardians. Can't we compare with a Duke of Huo?
"So, what are you waiting for?"
Seeing that the old generals were full of fiery faces, General Fang smiled and took the lead in getting up.
The so-called law does not blame the public. Even if the king has any plans, he will not embarrass himself.
On Dongyuan Street, a group of veterans were in high spirits and ordered soldiers and horses when they were young. There are five or six long streets between Kedongyuan and Zhuque Street. Even if troops are sent at this time, there may be two or three pillars of incense when you arrive at Zhuque Street.
On the street of the rosefinch, An Bochen gasped and looked down at the blood stained with his collar, in a trance.
He knew that he had killed someone. Once upon a time, he couldn't bear to trample on the worm to death. He killed the cavalry mercilessly. He only remembered that the blood surged in his heart at that moment. He only had only one idea in his heart, which was to use innocence to penetrate the cavalry in front of him.
An Bochen, who killed someone for the first time, was not guilty or too uneasy.
Since they killed the little official without blinking an eye, what's wrong with me killing them?
Even so, feeling the hotness on his cheeks and smelling the strong smell of blood, An Bochen inevitably lost his mind until the cavalry with steel knives came to kill angrily.
"Kill! Kill! Break the thief into ten thousand pieces!"
A shock in his heart, An Bochen suddenly raised his head, and the smell of blood came, lingering around his nose, but the blood in the bottom of the teenager's heart rose again.
The horse under him had never seen this situation. He swept the ponytail uneasily and walked around. As soon as he wanted to retreat, he was fiercely caught by An Bochen and rushed forward.
Not to mention the horse, even An Bochen was the first time facing the charge of a hundred riders. The knife was swayed and the fire was blowing. The teenager squeezed his blue lips tightly, holding the silver gun, and rushed to the fast-running iron horse on the back of the horse.
It was a lie to say that he was not afraid, but the panic in his heart only stayed for a moment, and then he was melted by anger in a blink of an eye.
An Bochen was heartless and had nothing to do with clenching his teeth. The only thing in his eyes was the old man who ordered to shoot Li Xiaoguan. What wisdom, the overall situation, and what in the future were all thrown away by him. At this time, all he wanted was to avenge Li Xiaoguan with the silver gun in his hand.
Once the blood of a young man is born, it is difficult to pull a hundred horses, and he will not regret his death. The overall situation is over, so many people want him to die, and so many people sit idly by and ignore him. Just because of his insignificantness, his birth is lowly. Even if he is given a scholar by Liu Junqin, in the eyes of those who are optimistic about the play, how is it different from ant grass mustard?
A strong grievance and unwillingness surged into the teenager's heart, and the hand holding the long gun became tighter and tighter.
Hundreds of cavalry charged, with only ten steps left, and the flanks accelerated to surround An Bochen from both sides. The ten cavalry in the middle were like a cone, approaching An Bochen.
In a blink of an eye, An Bochen was only five steps away from the riding array. He held the gun in his right hand, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were condensed.
Just as the two sides were only three steps away, An Bochen suddenly put away his feet and jumped on the back of the horse. He took advantage of the horse to jump high and flipped over the first one.
The two generals met, and abandoning the horse was a taboo. No one expected that An Bochen would suddenly abandon the horse and jump out, and the hundred riders were stunned.
At this moment, he saw An Bochen suddenly straightening his waist and stagnated in mid-air for a moment. After a while, his body suddenly fell sharply, and the gun was on the lower man, roaring and stabbing the first cavalry.
With a series of strange moves, the Li family's cavalry was suddenly caught off guard and was disrupted, and the first cavalry was even more unexpected.
The top of the head is cool. Even through the armor, you can feel the coldness from the tip of the gun, but the horse can run forward. At this time, it is too late to raise the knife to refuse.
The cavalryman's face was like dead ashes. He raised his head and opened his eyes wide to look at one person and one shot from the sky.
"Puff!"
The blood splashed, and the cavalry broke a hole in the top of his head and answered to the ground.
Withsturing the complexity in his heart, An Bochen fell steadily on the back of the horse, suddenly clamped the horse's abdomen, and turned the horse's head. The two dead bodies on the street in the afterglow were particularly dazzling. An Bochen took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, avoided the siege of Baiqi, and rushed forward without hesitation.
Killing people again and again, the first time was at a loss, and An Bochen was a little numb.
In the past, I'm afraid that he would have been dumbfounded at this time, and he didn't even have the strength to stand, let alone ride a horse and a gun. But in this month, the fetus has realized the way between the alternation of day and night, mostly in the evening, from yang to yin, from birth to death, invisibly guiding An Bochen to go through the rotation of life and death, stained with the mystery of death. Perhaps, since returning to Liujing, An Bochen is destined to have a day to break the killing. Although it came too fast, after experiencing so much, An Bochen will no longer be as at a loss as a month ago.
And at the moment when he galloped his horse to Moyun Tower, the sunset gradually fell, the day faded, and the night could not wait to open.
"Kill! Kill! Go together and smash him to pieces!"
Seeing that An Bochen not only cut off the horse again, but also got out of the hundred horses safely, the owner of the Li shouted angrily. There was a trace of uneasiness in his heart for no reason. In a blink of an eye, he was scattered by him. He stared at An Bochen, who was covered with blood, and sneered in his heart.
It is worthy of being a young genius who was defeated by Lin'er. I don't know how many people have lost their eyes in this Liujing. It's a pity that he is brave and reckless and ignorant. Do you really think that you can defeat thousands of troops alone?
Thousands of soldiers bury you, and it is not in vain.
Two thousand Li's soldiers swarmed up and rolled across the long street like a tide, and on the opposite side, there was only one person riding.
At this time, in Liujing, several people and horses have launched from all directions to Zhuque Street. But recently, there are still two streets away, and the charge is only between the fingers. Even if you arrive, you can only see the tragedy of thousands of troops slaughtering one person.
In the depths of the palace, the king sitting alone in Jinluan looked at the scene in the mirror and frowned deeply.
Until now, I haven't seen an innocent scholar appear. It seems that the innocent scholar has nothing to do with An Bochen, but it's a pity that there is a fierce general...
In the evening, the copper bell rang, but the waiter asked for a meal.
Liu Jun shook his head, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and dissipated in an instant.
As soon as he remembered, but at this moment, Yu Guang inadvertently floated past the bronze mirror and stopped suddenly.
The teenager in the mirror roared, as if he was venting something, and as if he was cheering himself up. Facing the two thousand soldiers in an instant, there was still no fear on his face.
At this moment, it was difficult for Li Yu to hold back his regret.
Thousands of troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find.
Although An Bochen is still young, his shooting skills can be seen from the realm of entering the room. The most valuable thing is his blood courage that he is not afraid of. Such a person has been like this since he was young. If he is cultivated carefully, who can say that I am a nameless general in Liu?
Others only think that An Bochen is brave and resourceful, but Li Yu always feels a little strange.
He said that he was clueless, but yesterday in Jingyi Mansion, he seemed to be able to see his mind. He said that he had a plan, but now he rushed to Li Jiajun so lifelessly, and he didn't know at all that he was fighting a moth to the fire.
No matter how brave it is, it's just a moth to the fire...
With a slight sigh, Li Yu was in an inexplicable mood. Just when he wanted to turn around, his expression changed sharply, and his heart jumped for no reason.
The teenager in the mirror was not submerged by the army. He stepped on the horse and jumped up again.
The sunset glow fell. Although it was the last wisp, it stained the bloody silver gun like fire.
During the alternation of day and night, An Bochen's heart had a sense, but it was not the mysterious and mysterious mysteries in the past. He felt two ways, one death in his life.
The alternation of yin and yang is like life and death, just as An Bochen is about to face.
In the face of 2,000 Li's army, the vitality is slim, and there is only one way to die.
However, life and death are transformed. There is death in life, and there is life in death. The line between life and death is not falsehood, but true mystery.
If you understand the mystery in this, the heavens and the earth, the sea, you can get it.
At this moment, An Bochen naturally couldn't understand so much, but he knew that he still had a glimmer of vitality at the moment.
Jumping into the air, innocence is in front, An Bochen is behind, people borrow guns, and gunmen are faintly combined into a number.
"The old thief is killed!"
With a fierce shout, An Bochen's eyes turned red, clenched his innocence, and used his self-created move "Thunder Roaring".
The mystery of this gun is that people use the momentum of the gun to fly up, the water and fire rotate and rise, forming a spiral force, and then use the ground soul to gather the thunder method, and the gun is as fast as thunder, roaring like a dragon.
Thousands of troops and thousands of horses take the head of the general like exploring the bag to get things. Although it is a joke, at this moment, it has become the only vitality of An Bochen.