The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　 "The rest is over. Brothers, the time has come to show us the capabilities of Mighty Wolf Mountain. This time the goal is to Ningzhai, which is located on the main road into the mountains, which is the closest to our Gan Province."

"As far as I know, people outside the mountain are fighting in the center of the plain, and now they don’t care about us. This Ningzhai is remote for them, and there are no specialties, except for the topography of the Qishan Mountain. Besides, it won't help them at all."

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

　　 "Know! Know!"

The shouts shook the sky, and the master said that the throat must be in his own hands. As for why, we don’t know, but we only know one point. In the future, when the caravan enters the mountain, there is no need to pay an extra layer to enter the mountain. Fee.

　　 And who will this money be fed back to?

　　 That is naturally the mighty wolf mountain!

Ever since, these yelling men no longer pay attention to the shiny clothes on their bodies. These tigers that have taken off the ring, like riding on the wind, rely on the momentum of each other, from the hillside. Rushed down.

　　 Horseshoe bursts, stepping out a thousand kinds of momentum;

　　 The killing sound shook the sky, and it shocked all kinds of waves;

　　 The ground was also trampled by such a huge horse team, shaking slightly.

　　 As far as the naked eye can see, Ningzhai is far away from them, but after a gust of wind blows, the men of the horse bandit have already rushed to it.

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

　　 "Kill!!"

　　 "Take Ningzhai!"

　　 "The enemy attack, give me the fuck, what are you doing! Grandson! Get me back."

　　 The sudden attack outside Ningzhai came so suddenly that their masters, even their own actions, were out of control.

　　 In addition to this camp that can only rely on blackmailing some finances, all gathered here are mobs that the big powers look down upon.

　　 Even the perimeter protection of this camp was built without lethality because of their carelessness.

The guys in Mighty Wolf Mountain didn’t know how they attacked without any effort. It seemed that they were in a mess, and they didn’t even encounter an enemy. They just fired a few shots to create a momentum. Those people surrendered?

　　 This is a mysterious victory.

The confused horse bandits, if it weren’t for the great master’s order to make the subsequent troops take the impact, then this small Ningzhai would really be turned into dumplings by the cavalry who rushed over. The cauldron is generally---full.

　　 "I said, the ministries will count the losses. By the way, please click on the materials in Ningzhai. Also, find someone who can speak up and explain to us what the situation is now."

　　 "Take Ling!"

　　 After the scene is basically under control, as a heavyweight figure, he must follow Gu Zheng behind the big master before riding his horse on his back and arriving late.

　　 Is this Gu Zheng being lazy? Although he has never been on the battlefield, he has never seen a real fight between the two armies, but he also wants to make progress in his studies.

　　 Unfortunately, reality does not give him this opportunity.

　　 He inherited the body and skills of Uncle Gu, but he did not have the rough skin of his heir.

　　 This kind of equestrian formation running in the plains of a Pingchuan, is not like the dressage we ran out of the track on the racecourse in a fake model accompanied by a coach.

　　 This is a real deal. It takes years of kung fu on horseback and the ability to fight against it that has been trained for many years.

　　 How could this be beyond the reach of early adaptors like Gu Zheng?

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

　　 Gu Zheng, who followed the big army and ran to the ground, wondered why he won such an easy victory in the First Battle of Ningzhai? He was also very puzzled.

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

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

　　 "Are you Ning Er Lengzi?"

　　 "Are you a horse egg?"

　　 "Bold! Do you dare to call us the name of our big boss when we were young! Let me tell you! My big boss has now been renamed Ma Fengyun. Can you call Ma Dan?"

　　 Gu Zheng who interjected, you did it on purpose. In a dog-legged posture, you read the word "Ma Dan" at the loudest volume. Are you afraid that the brothers wouldn't know that Ma Fengyun is Ma Dan?

But I saw Ning Er Lengzi’s horse eggs, oh, Ma Fengyun didn’t pay attention to Gu Zheng’s small movements next to him. All his mind was put on the dust around Ning Er Lengzi, and the mess belonged to Ningzhai. Of the team.

　　 "How did you do this? I remember when the old master of Ningzhai took you into the mountains to play ~www.novelmt.com~ You Ningzhai was not like this!"

　　 "Although our two camps were originally divided and combined, the reputation of Ningzhai in Gansu was very loud."

　　 At this point, Ning Er Lengzi no longer cared about his image in front of Ma Fengyun, grinning at his big mouth, sat down on the ground, and started howling.

　　 "It was not caused by this group of **** in the hinterland of the Central Plains! Although our place is a Pingchuan, it is the same as the land in Gansu Province, barren and pitiful."

　　 "Their forces that are not doing business are calling every day, and the people who are finally hit by the disaster are the people. Those victims who fled to remote places, Wuyangyang all swarmed over."

　　 "In order to starve too many people on their own site, the brothers of Ningzhai used most of the money in Kashankou to help and settle the victims."

　　 "No, you also know that no charity is in any of the villages. Most people join the camp, except to find a place to settle down, and that is to beg for food."

　　 "But we Ningzhai, my brother can't even drink the soup, where is the meat?"

　　 "Within half a year after my father passed away, the brothers left and scattered, leaving behind the old, weak, sick and disabled. Just eat with a mouthful of food."

　　 Isn’t this a vicious circle?

　　 The weaker the power of the stockade, the more brothers will be gone, and the caravans who cross the mountain pass are more likely to be the masters of the dishes.

　　 It's no wonder that the once huge Ningzhai has become a grass-tou village with three or two skinny kittens, and even the original Dazhai houses 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.