Chapter 6 Zhuge Formation

I have always been reserved for Huang Rong to fool Deng Bodang. According to my idea, it is no different from dealing with old poisonous creatures with many people. Although Deng Bodang's martial arts skills are good, if he really starts, he is much worse than Ouyang Feng. After all, one is a family of aristocratic families who have been away from the world for many years, and the other has been in the martial arts world for many years. However, his experience in fighting is not on the same level. So I always hope to be light and simple, and catch up with old poisonous creatures at the fastest speed. Even if I can't convince Ouyang Feng in fists and feet, I can't exchange some martial arts secrets for Baoer. I have already thought about it. The general outline of the "Nine Yin Jing" is definitely not available, but I am still happy to let Ouyang Feng try the innate skills. After all, what I want to say in the Sanskrit article is what I want to say.

However, although Deng Bodang, a seemingly weak guy, does not often walk in the world, he has the potential to be a guide. He is not only familiar with the big and small paths on the border, but also knows the world well. He is also very familiar with the ways to clear out when leaving the customs. If he hadn't brought the money to deal with it, even if I held the gold medal Shi Miyuan gave to the three big words "Duke of Lu", it would have taken some effort to calmly get out of the customs.

Because of Shi Miyuan's order to clear the world, a large number of merchants were stranded near the gate. Deng Bode Destiny got this opportunity, and while bringing a large sum of silver to clear the joints, he not only collected a few good horses, but also bought a batch of goods. As a result, when I left the customs, fifteen more horses carrying goods were added from Pingbai. I understand how to buy horses, but I was depressed when I came out of seclusion. Master, I hurried out to seclusion and killed Baituo Mountain this time, with the purpose of saving my precious daughter, not to make money. If it weren't for Huang Rong's willing attitude, these things that slowed down my itinerary would have long turned against me and Uncle Deng.

After I really got out of the gate, I felt that Huang Rong was indeed far-sighted. It was worth taking this Deng Bodang with me. The border between Song and Mongolia was so desolate that it was a tough and clear road. There were ruins everywhere. If I hadn't brought enough water, I really didn't know how to go on. And because of the deserted relationship, I wouldn't be able to find the Beggars' Gang disciples whom I have always been guided by. If Deng Bodang was not a reliable local snake, I would be dizzy as soon as I came out of the gate. Moreover, Deng Bodang could speak multiple languages. Mongolian was extremely fluent, and even the translation was spared.

We went straight westward and within two days, we had already entered the grassland. Looking around, it was already vast. Although Mongolia and Song Dynasty had never had any evil, the unilateral solid walls and clear fields of the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty also caused great harm to Mongolian herders. There was a huge lack of daily necessities such as salt. However, the five of us, we were very glorious. Every small tribe would be treated with great enthusiasm, for no reason. Because all the goods brought out by Deng Bodang were salt, and these things were easier to use than gold on the grassland. This made me admire Huang Rong's wisdom of knowing people more and more.

Along the way, I couldn't help but ask about Ouyang Feng's appearance, but I always returned without success. In the end, I had to give up the idea of ​​catching up with Ouyang Feng halfway and made up my mind to go straight to Ouyang Feng's old nest Baituo Mountain. Because many herdsmen can't speak Chinese. Every time they communicate with herdsmen, they have to let Deng Bo be the translator, which is really inconvenient, so the four of them learn some Mongolian language from Deng Bodang on the way. Mo Chou and I were not interested in learning languages, and it felt OK if we could hear some simple sentences. After all, there were still many herdsmen who could speak Chinese, and it was not difficult to communicate. Huang Rong and Xiao Guizi were not only very talented in learning new languages, but also were very interested in learning new languages. Before long, they could talk fluently with herdsmen in Mongolian language.

I listened to the bird chucking of Huang Rong and Xiao Guizi for several days, making me one by one big head, but Mo Chou thought about the little Wuxianggong I had just taught her all day long, and it was also a silly look, which made me not even a chatting and talking, so I simply whipped the horse and drove on the prairie alone.

The horse ran away for half a pair of people and ran to the edge of a small hill. It was only a little more relaxed. Just as I was about to turn my horse's head and run back, I suddenly heard a loud shout from the other side of the hill. The sound was deafening, and it was simply a sound that shocked the four fields, which made me almost fall off the horse.

I calmed down and sweated down. I could hear it clearly just now. This loud shout was indeed a human voice, and the loud shout was the "Killing" Yu in Chinese. I was proud of my deep internal strength, but even if I shouted and burst my dantian, I couldn't make such a loud sound. Those who could shout such a loud sound were simply comparable to ghosts and gods. I gritted my teeth and rode my horse straight up the hill. Although I felt that my martial arts did not have any resistance in front of others, I could not miss this senior expert.

The four hooves under the crotch were very good. A small hill ran up in a blink of an eye and could not help but laughed. There was no master comparable to ghosts and gods. There was nothing like the gods and gods. It was just more than ten thousand Mongolian soldiers who were practicing there. The loud shout just now was the shouts of more than ten thousand men. Looking at the crowd like ants at the foot of the hill, it was really like a forest of swords and guns. For a moment, I felt that a person's power was so small. No matter how high your martial arts were, you could not escape death if you fell into this battle formation.

I have never seen such a big scene of thousands of people practicing. I may hear a neat shout or two of them. I feel that my heart is full of passion and I want to fight. I wish there was a team of ten thousand people behind me to rush into the battle formation at the foot of the mountain with me. After watching for a while, the heroic spirit in my heart disappeared, and I returned to normal, but I frowned tightly. The Mongolian soldiers claim to be the best in the world, and it is definitely not a false reputation! Under the command of the coach's flag, this team of ten thousand people advances and retreats. Just letting more than ten thousand people shout "kill" at the same time have already reflected the quality of this army. I am good at the King of the Golden Kingdom.

The mansion later settled in Taihu Lake. I naturally knew the strength of the Jin and Song dynasties. Although I knew there was a gap, I didn’t expect the gap to be so big. I can say responsibly that as long as the generals who led this Mongolian army were not fools, this 10,000-person team could definitely defeat the Jin soldiers or Song soldiers who were ten times more than their own. Seeing this, I couldn’t help but ask myself, can’t I really stop the Mongolian defeating the Jin and Song dynasties? I looked like water, staring at the 10,000-person team at the foot of the mountain. I don’t know how long it took, Huang Rong and others rushed to me, but they were obviously shocked by the Mongolian army at the foot of the mountain and couldn’t say anything for a long time.

After a long time, Huang Rong suddenly said softly, "Zha? Why are these Mongolian soldiers shouting in Chinese?" I replied casually, "Of course, if you shout to kill your opponent in Mongolian, you won't understand." As soon as the words were said, Huang Rong and I suddenly turned pale. The two looked at each other, and saw a strong worry in each other's eyes. Could it be that Mongolia is really going to attack the Song Dynasty as I said?

Deng Bodang, who had not made any noise, shook his head gently and said slowly: "This is not necessarily the case. As far as I know, Mongolia has been confronting the Jin Kingdom, and the flower thorn model in the west has been ready to move, so he will not attack the Song Dynasty in a short time." Speaking of this, Deng Bodang put the folding fan in his hand and pointed the team of ten thousand people at the foot of the mountain with the fan and said: "I have seen Mongolian generals train soldiers, but I have never encountered the scene today. Look, the pair of Mongolian soldiers are clearly practicing the Dragon Flying Formation. It seems that the generals leading the troops are not simple."

"Dragon Flying Formation? Is it the Dragon Flying Formation in the Eight Formations of Zhuge Kongming in the legend? I thought it was just a legend." Although Huang Rong didn't like military tactics very much, she still told the origin of the formation with great knowledge.

"Yes, it is one of the eight formations passed down from Zhuge Kongming." Deng Bodang showed off his folding fan, and had a bit of the moral character of a military teacher. "I was also a general who led the army. He passed on a set of military tactics. It is said that it was written by Jiang Wei, a general of Shu Kingdom back then. It records this set of Zhuge Eight formations. I thought this set of military tactics was a masterpiece, but I didn't expect that I could see this formation here." Deng Bodang sighed very much when he said this.

I sneered after hearing Deng Bodang's words. My broom has always been a bad habit of the Chinese people. Many good things were lost because of this. The guy named Deng not only hid a set of military tactics at home, but now he is quite sad that it is not an exclusive secret book. He is really a small peasant consciousness. Fortunately, he is not a descendant of Zhuge Liang, otherwise he would have been clamoring for the Mongolian generals below to plagiarize. However, after hearing Deng Bodang's words, I still knew one thing. It turned out that not all Mongolian troops practiced formations. In this way, the general who commanded this 10,000-person team is probably my old acquaintance.

A few people looked on the hill for a long time, and they had already discovered it under the hill. Seeing us pointing fingers on the hill, there was no intention of leaving. A large flag in the formation was slapped, and a small group of Mongolian soldiers, led by a ten-man commander, rode their horses to the mountain. Because they saw that we were dressed in Han people, they shouted in half-baked Chinese dialect from afar: "Who are you? What are you watching there sneakily?"

When Deng Bodou was about to start, I gently pressed his shoulder, shook his head slightly, and asked loudly: "I'll ask, what's underneath is the deployment of the Golden Sword Prince Consort?" The leading ten-husband was stunned when he heard this, stopped halfway up the mountain vigilantly, and replied loudly: "Yes, we are under the command of the Golden Sword Prince Consort. Who are you? Do you recognize our Golden Sword riding horse?"

When Huang Rong heard my question, she knew that the leader was Guo Jing. She looked a little strange. She hesitated for a moment and pulled down the scarf of the hat on her head and covered her face. She obviously didn't want Guo Jing to be embarrassed. I walked over and gently shook Huang Rong's hand, smiled at her gently, and then said loudly: "Please let this brother say a message to Jindao and say that he has been sworn brother."
Chapter completed!