Text Chapter 12 The Battle between Shenwu and Beiwei 2

It was already afternoon when the decree reached the Shenwu army camp outside the city.

In the past few days, I heard that the horses of the Beiwei Army were going to get involved in the Shenwu Army, and they all said that they wanted to teach the Beiwei Army a lesson. In Bianliang City, the Shenwu sergeants glared angrily if they encountered the Beiwei sergeants, and the foul language was endless, and finally turned into a fight.

It made the old handsome Feng quite upset, and he was tired of going to Bianliang Mansion to fish for people in the past few days.

In the battalion of the commander of the Shenwu Army, on the main seat was a veteran with white hair, with a white beard in his hands, wearing a Shura iron and gold helmet, wearing a white silk two-collar battle robe, a five-fingered red lion belt around his waist, wearing a pair of eagle claw leather sewn gripping shoes, and carrying a copper cymbal Pankou Yanling knife. The eyes are like torches, and they are majestic.

"Interesting, so interesting!" The veteran Feng Po smiled and looked at the edict in his hand, "This is not like an idea that the nerds in the study can come up with, so round and lubricated." Could it be..."

Feng Po remembered the smart son he had seen in the early dynasties, "Eighty percent of it was that kid's idea!" Ha! What a cunning boy. ”

"Why is Grandpa smiling so happily?"

I saw a female general coming to the big tent. The bridge of the nose is straight, the thin lips are lightly opened, and the skin is sunburned into a healthy wheat color with a honey-colored sheen. Silver armor wrapped around Miaoman's body, and her long inky hair fluttered casually. The facial features are delicate but a little softer, and the black eyes reveal this murderous aura. Beauty is beautiful, that is, the whole body reveals an atmosphere that is inextricably close to people, which makes it difficult for people to get close.

"Oh, it's a dance! Look at it, this idea is probably from an old man in the palace. Feng Po doted on his granddaughter. The only relative in the world.

"The deceased? The granddaughter has no old friends in the palace, right? ”

Looking at his granddaughter's confused look, Feng Po secretly sighed, this granddaughter was completely taught by him. Feng Wu was born to her second son, and her mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to her. He gave birth to his wife and died young. The eldest son, the second son, and the eldest grandson all died in the defeat of Fa Yan, and the eldest daughter-in-law was also too sad and then left. It was not because he Feng Po's old illness relapsed at that time and was recuperating in Beijing, I am afraid that he would also sacrifice his life for the country.

Leaving this granddaughter alone, guarding the huge Qi State Mansion. Even if there is a 1 in 10,000 possibility, he Feng Po is willing to exchange his old life for the life of one of his two sons and one grandson! It's a pity that what he left behind is him, an old horseman who has been fighting for half his life and his hands are stained with tens of thousands of blood!

Feng Wu has been withered since she was a child, Feng Po naturally didn't feel at ease and threw her in the Qiguo Mansion where she had no close relatives, so he took the young Feng Wu in and out of the barracks, and the generals of the Shenwu Army naturally would not bully her, the only eldest lady of the Shenwu Army.

On the contrary, because his father and uncle died in battle to live up to the prestige of the Shenwu Army, they regarded him as even more like his own daughter, and the hideous battlefield warriors became amiable uncles next door. I don't know how many Shenwu Jun's sons and nephews were beaten by their own fathers because they made this eldest lady unhappy!

Gradually, the descendants of the Shenwu Army also regarded him as his own sister. Everyone in the Beijing Fourth Army knows that it doesn't matter who you provoke in the Shenwu Army, but don't mess with Feng Wu, the Shenwu Lady, otherwise the Shenwu First Army will treat you as an enemy, and you will be black-punched and beaten with a stick, and no one will pity you.

But the huge barracks are full of old men, and there are talents who can take dolls. All day long, he taught either to dance a gun or to ride a horse and shoot an arrow, and in addition to his kind attitude, he was completely raised as his own boy.

When Feng Po came back to his senses, this girl was completely fond of martial arts, and then asked her to learn what needlework female red, the etiquette posture was a hundred unwilling, and Feng Po was very distressed when he saw his sullen heart. Grit your teeth and indulge. It's okay now, it's completely crooked.

At midnight, Feng Pocai was secretly worried, so he could find his in-laws' family there. Even if he found it, Feng Po had to mourn for three minutes for his unfortunate grandson-in-law.

"Grandpa, can you let your granddaughter go into battle in this one?" Feng Wu read the edict with a look of eagerness on his face, and his exquisite face sparkled as if he had found some beloved toy.

"What? Do you want to go? Feng Po looked at his granddaughter in surprise.

"I hope the marshal will allow it!" Feng Wu looked firm, and knelt down on one foot and gave a military salute.

"Hmm." Feng Po pondered darkly.

Usually this granddaughter rarely asks for help, today is iron-hearted, plus this is not a real battlefield after all, fighting with friendly troops, and on the wooden knife and wooden gun, saying that it is very dangerous, but there is no danger, and with her few military children who regard her as a sister, love her very much, and have good force, she can be safe. Usually seeing her expressionless and bored to death, she finally has something she is interested in, so let her do what she wants. Although this direction of interest gave Feng Po a headache.

As for whether Feng Wu will be injured, I don't see whose granddaughter it is, Feng Wu's martial arts have been taught by his side since he Feng Po saw that he was very keen on martial arts. In peacetime, he also went around in the army to ask for advice.

The generals who were like wolves and tigers on the battlefield turned into kind sheep grandmothers, who knew and spoke, fearing that they would not be exhausted, and taught them the means of pressing the bottom of the box one by one. In the Shenwu First Army, there are really few who can defeat her alone, as for the female red, alas! Let's not mention it. It hurts my heart to mention it. "Feng Wu listens to orders!"

"The last general!"

"Seven hundred cavalry and three hundred foot soldiers. Seven days later, he was on the school field outside the city. Don't fall my god martial arts name! ”

"The last general commands!"

At the same time, the main camp of the Beiwei Army in the west of the city was crowded with generals of all sizes, and it was really full of armor and extremely lively. The edict was on the table. Coach Yue Ju sat alone in the main seat, closed his eyes and did not say a word. The crowd will be in a mess. But he is accustomed to it, his own general is like this, except for military orders, he is sorry to say few words, and if he can say one less word, he will lose one word.

"This Divine Martial Army is too deceitful!"

"I'll meet him!"

"Hey, come on. Lao Chen, don't go up and be embarrassed by the crooked melons and cracked dates under your hands. I have to go to the left battalion to do this. ”

"Look at what you can, the results of your left forward battalion last time were not as good as my right forward battalion, or my right forward battalion."

"You're embarrassed to mention it! Last time, it wasn't your right battalion that played a trick, my left battalion would be weaker than you, etc.! ”

"Hey, hey! Losing is losing"

"Ahem!" Yue Ju opened his eyes, and with a cough, he suppressed the noise of the tent, and the generals of the various departments stood up and waited for the military order.

"Trap the camp and draw a thousand people!" Said to a young general who was also silently scrambling just now, and Jiao'er Langdang was casually leaning against the pillar to watch the play.

"No, Sir. I didn't say anything just now! The young general let out a scream. His face was full of astonishment, as if he had been robbed of money.

"Defeated, you go and do the firehead army for a month yourself." Ignoring the young general's grievances, Yue Ju lightly added a sentence and got up and left his seat and walked out of the camp.

"Dashuai, I'm wronged!" The young general's face was ashen, and his whole person was sluggish.

When Yue Ju walked away, the big tent was lively again. One by one, the generals came and beat the young general in the chest, and quickly beat him to the blood.

"Dashuai is really, since he sent you into the camp. It seems to be serious! ”

"Yo, Galen, you kid take it easy. Is the stuff you kid usually makes for people to eat? I don't want to have diarrhea in three days. ”

The generals joked about the disheartened Galen one by one, but they had no opinion on the battle of the trapped camp.

"Brothers, let's keep some virtue. I'm trapped in the camp full of foot soldiers, he doesn't have a lot of Shenwu Army, this is not easy to fight! ”

"Brother Galen! Brother, I've got your back! If it's a man, don't be cowardly, just face it! ”

"Who said this, why don't you go instead of me, as for whether it's a man or not, do you want to go to the red sleeves to make a comparison?"

Three or three cars hooked their shoulders and scattered in all directions, and there were a few men's cheap laughs.