"Don't!" With the middle-aged team shouting loudly in front of the formation, the small flag in their hands waved suddenly, and the two hundred guards put away the drilling formation, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, standing in their positions with their heads raised, with a certain stance of banning them.

Mao Zong, who had been standing in front of the formation with the long sword on his waist, felt a sense of pride and felt that he had become a general, inspecting the elite soldiers he led, ready to go to the battlefield to make achievements at any time, and use the sword in his hand to cut off a bright future.

"Young Master." The team led a quick walk to Mao Zong and bowed to salute. Mao Zong nodded proudly, turned around and came to Mao Qin and others, crossed his hands and saluted: "After the drill, please give me some advice from Mr. Lu and Li Zhizhong."

Lu Zhi and Li Ding looked at each other and said modestly for a few words. Li Ding smiled and said, "When he was in Jiujiang, he must have a unique understanding of the affairs of the army. Why not analyze for us what is the difference between the sharp soldiers in Jiangnan and the warriors in our northern border."

Lu Zhi smiled, "I won the award for the governance. Zhi is just a scholar. How can I know about the affairs of the army? However, the people do not think of chaos. When morality and righteousness come, I will naturally be calm. As for the difference between the north and the south, I have some personal experience. There are many mountains, forests, large marsh, grasslands, and cavalry are inconvenient, so this infantry has become the main force. This is not the case in the northern border. In the vast fields, people face Hu people who are good at riding and shooting, and this cavalry has become the main force. However, between our Han army and the Hu people, although our Han people are slightly inferior to our Han people, this step formation is the strength of our Han people. Although these two hundred heroes are just protecting the countryside, in my opinion, they reflect the advantages of our Han army." He looked around, looked at Mao Qin in particular, and smiled: "If all the families in Zhuo County have such protected villages, then we will rely more on the Hu people."

When Mao Qin heard this, he was very happy and quickly said a few humble words. As Lu Zhi's identity, he was already very proud of his words.

"Sir, I've won the award."

Li Ding glanced at Mao Qin with a smile on his face and raised his lips gently: "What the sir said is very true. As for protecting the village, these heroes are indeed strict. However, Zhuo County is not comparable to the Mao family's manor. It is probably not easy to defend such a large area. Yan Jun, you know much about the Hu people, so you might as well comment on me."

Yan Rou politely withdrew her body, and said with a polite smile: "Jun Li is really far-sighted. As Mr. Lu said, the difference between the north and the south cannot be underestimated. When facing the Hu people, the stair formation is naturally indispensable, but only the stair formation is not enough. These heroes from the Mao family can be regarded as elite soldiers with good training. This is probably the legacy of the Western Mao Shangwu. As for other tribes, they may not have such courageous protection of the countryside."

Mao Qin raised his white eyebrows and heard Yan Rou's meaning, but he was very satisfied with Yan Rou's politeness to Ximao in his words. He actually did not want to have a conflict with the Hu people. It would be enough to seize the opportunity among the Simao of Zhuo County.

"Yan Jun is awarded." Mao Qin bowed repeatedly and smiled politely: "Please give me some advice."

Yan Rou raised her hand and stroked the short beard under her jaw. A confident smile appeared on her black and red face. He paused slightly and said with a smile: "Master, when I saw the Guizhuang's protection drill, I was a little itchy for a while. I wanted to compete with the warriors of Guizhuang, but I wonder if it was good? Yan was lucky enough to have a little reputation on the grassland and had many battles with the Hu people. I really wanted to compare which one is better, the warriors of Han people or the Hu people."

This was originally a planned thing, so how could Mao Qin disagree? It's just that the situation has changed a little now. The Wu Junhou, who should have come out to accept Yan Rou's challenge, was missing. Among the remaining people, there was no one who could replace Wu Junhou. Mao's martial arts were OK, but letting his daughter come out to fight was itself a denial of the Mao family's protection of the village.

Mao Qin was a little hesitant.

Lu Zhi and Li Ding were puzzled and looked at each other, thinking that they had agreed, why did Mao Qin look like this again? Even Yan Rou was a little confused, and turned her eyes to Li Ding and raised an eyebrow. Li Ding frowned, approached Mao Qin, lowered his voice and asked, "Master, is there something wrong with the manor?"

Mao Qin was very embarrassed and hesitated for a while. Just as he was about to speak, Mao Qian suddenly walked over quickly, bowed to Li Ding, and then winked at Mao Qin. Mao Qin quickly accused him and followed Mao Qian and walked two steps to the side.

"Aweng, Wu Jun is waiting in the valley." Mao Qian said softly.

"Then why don't he come?" Mao Qin breathed a sigh of relief and said anxiously.

"He can't come." Mao Qiang ignored the explanation and continued: "He said that he found someone to fight for him, but he was not sure. He hoped to let Gongsun Zan fight first."

Mao Qin raised his eyebrows and then understood. Gongsun Zan's martial arts were indeed good. If he could beat Yan Rou, even if the person Wu Jun was looking for lost, the face of the Mao family would be preserved.

"He found someone to replace him?" Mao Qin glanced around, "Who is it?"

"He is also a student who comes to study." Mao Qian shook his head and said, "He is talking to him about something and will arrive in a moment."

Mao Qin glanced at Mao Qian suspiciously, and Mao Qian smiled bitterly. She also felt that Wu Junhou was not doing this properly, so she found someone and was still there to take care of some things. I am afraid that this is not very sure. It seems that she can only count on Gongsun Zan.

"If it really doesn't work, then let me go." Mao Qian said in a deep voice.

"Nothing." Mao Qin glared at Mao Qian unhappily: "Although my Mao family is not a family inheritance of poetry and books, it is also a big family in Zhuo County. How can you, a woman, fight with others? Retreat! Go and ask Wu Junhou what is going on, so that he dare not come out to see others."

Mao Qian rolled his eyes speechlessly and retreated with a little discouraged. Mao Qin called Mao Zong to his face and explained it a few words. Although Mao Zong was a little surprised, he quickly went to find Gongsun Zan. Mao Qin turned to Li Ding and explained a few words, but Li Ding did not take it seriously. He just smiled and looked at Mao Qin's sweaty look on his forehead with deep meaning, and nodded.

Yan Rou said nothing, got up and walked to the side of the war horse, turned over the horse, took the long handle from the guard, held the spear in one hand, urged the war horse, and walked towards one end of the prepared open space. At the same time, Gongsun Zan also knew that things had changed slightly, so he didn't take it seriously. He got on the horse, held the double-edged iron spear, kicked the horse's belly lightly, and spread his four hooves, and walked towards the other end of the open space with briskness.

The two of them adjusted their war horses one hundred and fifty steps apart, leveled the iron spear in their hands, and prepared for attack. Gongsun Zan tied the reins of the horse to the saddle, held the spear in both hands, and stood proudly. He looked at Yan Rou, who was wearing a fiery red cloak in the distance, and his heart was full of fighting spirit. It was his wish for many years that he could clean up the fire and clouds of the big horse thief rampant in the desert. Although he was not leading the elite cavalry to sweep the grassland, being able to fight Yan Rou was considered an overture.

As long as Yan Rou is knocked off the horse, his reputation will soon spread throughout the grassland. After returning to western Liaoning this time, he will no longer be a small scholar of books, and he will be in the desk all day long. When he thinks of this, Gongsun Zan feels so excited, and the famous saying of Hou Banchao of Dingyuan suddenly appears in his mind.

"How can a real man spend a long time between pen and inkstone?"

Gongsun Zan suddenly thought of Liu Xiu's beautiful calligraphy. A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. When he glanced at him, he found that Liu Xiu, who had not appeared, had arrived at some point. He was standing side by side with Liu Bei. Seeing him looking over, the two raised their hands to signal to him. Although they couldn't see their expressions clearly, they must be cheering him up.

You should do it. What I want is to gallop across the battlefield and be named a marquis and generals. Gongsun Zan let out a light breath, suddenly raised the iron spear in his hand, and a clear roar, and the combat boots hit the horse's belly. The white horse neighed a long time and suddenly accelerated.
Chapter completed!