Among the sergeants from Xuanda who were watching in the front row, someone snorted and commented: "I am also a gun user, and I thought this Sichuan barbarian was very capable. But hey, he was slapped on the head with the gun when he came up, and his moves were just to stop him.
, three tricks. Sure enough, the handsome man will be a civil servant or a singer, and more..."
He didn't say the last half of the sentence completely, and received a gentle blow on the head.
A general from the army patrolling from behind, scolded him with a cold face: "You ignorant Guawazi! It's the same move to stop Nazar, but if you were to fight against the Manchu banner, the one you'd be photographed wouldn't be the head of the gun."
, but your head. Are your two eyeballs painted on your face? Are you blind? Just stare at me carefully. After General Ma's three moves, he fired the gun and then returned the gun.
It's not a solid grip, so the gun will protrude forward and retract like a long snake's neck."
Another Xuan Da army soldier who also used a spear on a daily basis quickly said to the general: "No, after all, he comes from a family of Shili spearmen. Unlike us, we only know how to lift and stab with the tail."
The general looked at him with satisfaction, then looked at the heads that were stretched out to listen, and said sternly and solemnly: "The way I am fighting with the Manchu Banner now is different from when I went into battle. I guess that when I went into battle,
, their stone spearmen rely more on formations, with their back hand at the end of the gun, and because they are on horseback, it is easy to pull apart. As long as the gunners are not shot down by the rifle bow, they can use whatever broadsword, hammer, or mace the Tatars have.
One is accurate. But at this moment, General Ma and Man Zongqi are like dismounting and fighting on foot. They are dueling each other. Regardless of their marksmanship or swordsmanship, they have to change their ways. You brats, just watch and understand, even if you understand
Once you have achieved their third or fourth level of success, you will have a much better chance of winning when you go back to cut and stab with the Tatars. Don’t teach your mother-in-law to become a little widow while she is still pregnant with your baby."
All the soldiers hurriedly responded with a series of shouts.
At this moment, the snow in the center of the field was already covered with the footprints of the gunman and the swordsman, and the positions of the two combatants had also turned a full half circle.
But the situation remains that the gun cannot pierce the body of the swordsman, and the knife cannot penetrate the gunman's vitals.
After these twenty or thirty moves, Man Gui couldn't help but think a few inches and sincerely praised Ma Xianglin's solid skills and exquisite marksmanship.
He could clearly see that General Ma controlled the barrel of the gun with his hollow fist.
This technique allows the shooter to focus on the point close to the gun tip in an instant, making up for the disadvantage of long weapons in close combat.
Moreover, this trick of sliding the gun barrel like a ghost will make it impossible for the swordsman to accurately estimate the attack distance of the thrust of the gun. If he is not careful, he will be poked in the hole due to wrong judgment.
As the saying goes, "stabbing kills and cutting wounds". In close combat, the tip of a spear is more likely to go straight to the throat or heart. No matter how sharp a knife is, it is difficult to kill the gunman instantly by dragging and slashing.
The more Mangui fought, the less he dared to rely on him. He felt that his whole body, from his eyesight to his body shape, to his soul, was wrapped around the Yanling Saber.
The people, scenery, sounds and images around him all disappeared, and Mangui felt like he had entered a foreign land of vast whiteness.
Under all the emptiness, only that man's gun fell in front of his eyes, like the mid-spring rain, like the lightning on a summer night, like the sound of wild geese in autumn, like the late winter wind, and howled in his ears.
That silver spear with a white pole can not only "block, hold, and stab", but also can circle, point, pounce, stab, wrap, and other endless moves. Very few spear generals in the North can perform such wonderful tricks.
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Finally, Mangui caught an opportunity.
He saw Ma Xianglin's intention of feinting a shot, and was not fooled. Instead, he calmly waited for the opponent to stab him with the second shot. He turned his shoulder blade to the left and avoided the killing move of the gun tip sealing his throat. After raising his knife to block the head, he
, the blade of the knife stuck to the gun shaft, and the force of the knife led it straight to Ma Xianglin's chest.
The hearts of the onlookers suddenly rose to their throats.
"Sticky gun sticky gun!"
"Gun in, gun in!"
"Hey! It's broken! The sword broke the spear!"
The silver light trembled, and as Ma Xianglin staggered to the ground, the Xuanfu soldiers burst into cheers and whistles.
Only a few of Ma Xianglin's servants looked at me and me with strange expressions on their faces.
It's not that I'm angry, but I'm surprised.
"Although this Mangui Nianqiang is powerful, can it be as strong as General Qin's when he trained the young master? The young master will not stumble against this kind of method."
Among the servants, Ma Biao, who had been following Ma Xianglin since childhood, murmured in confusion.
In the field, Ma Xianglin had already stood up, put his spear on the snow, rushed to Mangui and clasped his fists cheerfully, then turned to face the crowd and said in a loud voice: "Man Zongqi is really good at swordsmanship. The man from Xuanzhen has such great spirit and skill.
Ma is convinced! Everyone, let’s go have dinner.”
He spoke freely and sincerely, and the generals of the Xuanfu were quite impressed by the foreign general's demeanor and marksmanship.
Because he also saw that although Ma Xianglin was a well-deserved famous general in the world, he was not as good as a phoenix in trouble and looked down upon the style of a pheasant. The few men from the Xuanfu who also used guns did not bother to eat and were crowded around.
People gathered around and asked General Ma for advice.
While Ma Xianglin was gesturing and chatting with them, he used the corner of his eye to look at Man Gui who was not far away.
Man Gui took the dry food brought by his soldiers and ate it without saying a word. He only raised his hand perfunctorily in response to the applause and admiration of his comrades.
He didn't even untie the hemp rope on the knife, letting the knife return to the cowhide sheath cleanly.
…
At night, although the moon is bright, the new wind is raging like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.
Outside Ma Xianglin's tent, Ma Biao was reinforcing a corner of the tent when he suddenly saw a figure beside him.
He turned around quickly and saw Man Gui standing still.
Ma Biao said angrily: "Man Zongqi, you are so awesome. You can dance with a knife to the roar of the gongs and drums, and you can't even make a sound while walking in the snow. What's the matter with you?"
"I want to talk to General Ma."
"At this hour?"
"Ma Biao, please come into the tent with the full banner." Ma Xianglin's voice sounded in the tent.
Man Gui followed Ma Biao through the felt curtain and saw that Ma Xianglin had lit a rosin lamp. Although there was no smile on his face reflected in the dim light, his expression was calm and kind.
"Brother Man sat down and said." Ma Xianglin said.
After a few breaths of silence, Man Gui suddenly grasped the handle of the knife with his right hand.
Ma Biao on the side reacted very quickly, took two steps forward, and slammed into Man Gui's arm. The force was too strong and he couldn't hold it back. He fell into the corner with the tiger-backed warrior.
"What are you going to do!" Ma Biao shouted while holding Man Gui's wrist firmly as he threw him down.
The curtain suddenly opened, and the servants of the Ma family in the neighboring tents heard the noise and rushed in like rabbits.
Mangui shouted: "Let go, I'm not a Tatar, how can I harm General Ma? My sword is broken. Let me ask General Ma why he deliberately let me win!"
