Chapter 59

"The rest is over. Brothers, it's time to show our ability of Weilang mountain. The goal this time is ningzhai, which is nearest to Gansu Province and located on the main road into the mountain."

"As far as I know, people outside the mountain were beaten to death in the center of the plain. Now we don't care about us. This ningzhai is remote and has no special products for them. It doesn't help them at all except the terrain of Baokou Qi Mountain."

"But what does this place mean to us in Gan province? I think brothers all know?"

"Know! Know!"

The cry was loud. The master said that the throat should be in his own hands. As for why, we don't know, but we only know a little. When the caravan enters the mountain in the future, we don't have to pay an extra fee for entering the mountain.

And who will the money be fed back to?

That's Weilang mountain!

As a result, this group of screaming men no longer pay attention to their shiny clothes. This group of wild tigers, like riding on the wind, rushed down the hillside with the momentum of each other.

Horseshoe bursts, stepping out of thousands of momentum;

The sound of killing shook the sky and startled all kinds of waves;

The ground was also trampled by such a huge horse team, which gave a slight tremor.

As far as the naked eye could see, the ningzhai village was far away from them, but with a gust of wind, the men of the horse bandits had rushed to it.

It seems that now the lonely hillside, the head moving just now, is just an illusion.

"Kill!"

"Take down ningzhai!"

"When the enemy attacks, give it to me. What are you running for? Grandson! Come back."

The attack outside ningzhai came so suddenly that they were in charge of their own affairs.

In addition, this camp, which can only rely on the mouth to extort money, gathered here are mobs despised by the big forces.

Even the outer protection of the stronghold was built without lethality because of their carelessness.

These men in Weilang mountain don't know how they attacked without effort. It seems that they didn't even encounter an enemy in a chaotic situation. They just put a few shots in the air and created a momentum, and those people surrendered?

It was an enigmatic victory.

The confused horse bandits, if it weren't for the big master's order to let the subsequent troops take back the pace of impact, then the small ningzhai would be really crowded with the cavalry coming from the follow-up to make a big pot of dumplings.

"I said that all departments should count the losses. By the way, please click on the materials in ningzhai. In addition, find someone who can speak and explain to us what the situation is now."

"Order!"

After the scene was basically controlled, as a heavyweight, Gu Zheng, who must follow behind the leader, came late riding his pony.

Isn't Gu Zheng lazy and generous? Although he hasn't been to the battlefield and hasn't seen the real fighting between the two armies, he also wants to make progress in his study.

Unfortunately, reality does not give him this opportunity.

He inherited uncle Gu's body and skills, but he didn't inherit others' rough skin and thick flesh.

This kind of horse array running in the plain is not like the fancy dance steps we run around the track in the company of the coach.

This is practical and can only be achieved through years of training on horseback and the ability to fight.

How could this be within the reach of an early adopter like Gu Zheng?

Fortunately, the feeling of this body is still there. Gu Zheng, who is slowly adjusting his state, is riding like a model now.

Gu Zheng, who kept up with the big army and ran to the ground, wondered why he won such an easy victory in the first World War of ningzhai? He also wondered.

When the leader of ningzhai was taken out of the crowd and slipped in front of Ma Fengyun, he got the real answer to the victory.

At this time, Ma Fengyun and the leader of ningzhai gazed affectionately in a strange atmosphere.

"Are you Ning Er Leng?"

"Are you a horse egg?"

"Bold! How dare you call us by our childhood name! I tell you! My childhood name has been changed to Ma Fengyun. Can you call Ma egg?"

Gu Zheng, who interrupted one side, you did it on purpose. You read the word "horse egg" at the highest volume in a dog leg manner. Are you afraid that your brothers don't know that Ma Fengyun is a horse egg?

But when he saw Ning erlengzi's horse eggs, oh, Ma Fengyun didn't pay any attention to Gu Zheng's small actions next to him. All his mind was on the gray crowd around Ning erlengzi, which belonged to the team of Ning stronghold.

"What's the matter with you? I remember when old stronghold leader Ning took you into the mountain to play, your ningzhai was not like this!"

"Although our two camps had a close and close relationship, the reputation of ningzhai in Gansu Province was also very loud."

Speaking of this, Ning erlengzi no longer ignored his image in front of Ma Fengyun. With his big mouth, he sat on the ground and howled.

"This group of bastards in the hinterland of the Central Plains didn't do it! Although we are flat, we are as poor as the land in Gansu Province."

"Their forces who don't do business call and fight every day, and finally the people are affected. All the victims who fled to remote places came from Wuyang."

"In order not to let too many people starve to death on their own territory, the brothers of ningzhai spent most of the money of kashankou on relief and settling in the victims."

"No, you know, there is no charity in any stronghold. Most people join the stronghold, in addition to finding a place to settle down, that is to beg for meat for themselves."

"But in our ningzhai, my brother can't even drink soup. Where else is meat?"

"Less than half a year after my father died, my brothers left. What they left were old, weak, sick and disabled. Just have a meal."

Isn't this a vicious circle?

The weaker the influence of the stockade, the more brothers left, and the caravans passing through the mountain pass are the owners of dishes.

It's no wonder that the once huge ningzhai has become a grass stockade of three or two small kittens, and even the original Dazhai house can't be maintained.

Hearing this, Ma Fengyun and the horse bandits behind him felt the cruelty of the war outside the mountain for the first time.