Looking out from Qiling Post, thirty miles away, the endless Beimo army was sweeping towards Qiling Post with cavalry. On the wall of Qiling Post, there were also county soldiers with sharp swords and guns.

The atmosphere of black clouds slamming the city and destroying the city was very depressing. Even though everyone was ready to fight the Beimo army when the war was approaching, everyone couldn't help but feel nervous, and their hearts were all raised to their throats.

Ma Shilian, who had removed the Confucian shirt and put on the armor and stomach, hurriedly ran over. He was originally a man who turned a blind eye to the outside world and was devoted to reading the books of sages. His slender and thin figure was very incompatible with this armor and stomach, but he still appeared at the forefront with a knife.

"Sir!" Ma Shilian bowed with a knife.

Gu Qingci looked at Ma Shilian in surprise. In his impression, Ma Shilian was a standard scholar. Even when he came to the battlefield, he should have a feather fan and scarf. But now, he had completely changed his clothes, and there was a hint of perseverance on his gentle face.

Gu Qingci waved his hand, dressed in white clothes, floating in the cold wind. He frowned and said, "Shilian, you should stay in the back. If there is any accident in this county, you must..."

"grown ups!"

Before Gu Qingci could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ma Shilian. This was the first time he had interrupted Gu Qingci's words, which had never happened before.

Ma Shilian said with perseverance in his eyes, "The lower-ranking officials are self-aware. I know nothing about martial arts. Not to mention you, I am not even an ordinary county soldier. In terms of military strategy, I can't compare to County Magistrate Pang. In terms of military morale, I can't compare to County Magistrate Pang, but I also have a passion. I have been reading for a lifetime. I know what it means to have a blood splashed with blood for five steps. I, Ma Shilian, also have the passion that men should have. Therefore, I hope that the adults can give me the opportunity to gallop on the battlefield, and even if I die, I will do whatever I want!"

The cold wind was still there, and the snow was very quiet. Gu Qingci and Ma Shilian watched face to face. After a while, Gu Qingci sighed and said, "Shilian, you are my only friend. I promised to promise you a lifetime of glory. I will not break your promise. You must live, don't let me break your promise."

Ma Shilian smiled slightly, bowed his hand, turned around and left without saying a word, and went up to the city wall.

Gu Qingci looked at his back and the sword in his hand shook.

Qin Keqing, who was standing not far from Gu Qingci, browsed and took a light step forward, crossed the distance of three or five battles, landed beside Gu Qingci, his tone fluctuated slightly, and he said, "I don't understand."

"What don't you understand?" Gu Qingci asked.

"He." Qin Keqing pointed to Ma Shilian who was on the city wall and said, "He doesn't know martial arts. If a war starts, he will definitely die. He obviously can't go, so why do you have to go?"

Gu Qingci glanced at Qin Keqing, turned to the distance, and said, "This is Tao. You have your martial arts and swordsmanship, and he also has his Tao. This is the original heart."

Gu Qingci did not continue to speak, and walked away step by step with his sword, leaving Qin Keqing alone in the snow. She looked at the people who were like ants in her eyes, and looked at them standing on the city wall even though they knew they would die, but they knew they were invincible, but they stood on the city wall without hesitation. She seemed to understand something, but she couldn't catch it, and seemed to have caught it.

Gu Qingci walked on the city wall and saw Ning Qing, who was howling in the cold wind, hunched over, naturally as steady as a rock as a mountain. Hearing Ning Qing yell: "I swear here with my heart of martial arts. With me here, I am a thief in the Northern Desert, don't step into the Qiling Post!"

The knife in Ning Qing's hand did not look heavy, but Ning Qing's wrist trembled, and the knife rolled around in his hand, and then he poked to the ground, smashing the blue brick floor to make debris fly across the blue bricks. The county soldiers who were closer were suddenly moved.

Ning Qing is a great practitioner, which is known to all county soldiers. In the eyes of ordinary people, great practitioners are like immortals and gods. When he speaks, he is like a calming agent in the hearts of all county soldiers.

Gu Qingci knew that the reason why Ning Qing was so out of control was to stabilize the morale of the army, because the fierce Beimo army coming down there was a huge aura and had already overwhelmed the morale of the army in terms of momentum.

Gu Qingci and Ning Qing looked at each other from afar and nodded.

Standing on the city wall, Gu Qingci's white shirt swayed gently in the wind. Pang Shilong, who was standing on the podium, rushed over and pointed at the ground with one knee, clasped his fists and said, "I am not aware of the county master."

Gu Qingci waved his hand and said, "I'm free, I'm free, prepare for the fight, don't disappoint the people of my Changling County!"

Pang Shilong smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely fight to the death with the thief of Beimo!"

"Report!"

At this moment, the scout ran over, knelt on one knee, and reported: "Sir, the vanguard troops of Beimo have arrived, and there are about 300 cavalrymen, less than five miles from Qiling Post!"

Gu Qingci's eyes turned cold, he lightly tapped his feet, soared into the air, jumped off the city wall, and landed on a horse under the city. Then hundreds of cavalry were already ready, and as Gu Qingci waved his long sword, he galloped outside the city gate.

At this time, heavy snow was everywhere. Gu Qingci was wearing a white shirt and riding a white horse, which was integrated with the snow. He shouted: "Everyone obeys the orders, follow the county, and kill!"

There are not many cavalrymen in Changling County, and the hundreds of cavalrymen Gu Qingci has already taken the lead. The reason why he wants to take the lead is because now confronting Beimo, he urgently needs a big victory to inspire the morale of the army.

Ning Qing is a great practitioner, so it is not convenient for him to go out, otherwise the Beimo side would have launched a large-scale attack. When the great practitioners participated so quickly, Gu Qingci was really not sure to persevere until the reinforcements arrived.

Although the horse's hooves were fast, the cavalrymen of the Beimo were rushing around. They were all elites of the Beimo and all the horse-stop ethnic groups. They would not care about the cavalry of any country under the same number. Even if Gu Qingci was already very close to them, they still didn't care.

Gu Qingci rushed to the front, held the sword with one hand and rushed straight into the crowd. The Jade Bone Sword was like a human bone. Gu Qingci used the force of the fast horse to rush forward to bring out a stern sound of wind, which caused the snow to fly all over the sky. When the horse fell, a Beimo cavalry in front of him could not dodge. In horror, he grabbed the gun with both hands and barely lifted it away from the saddle. The sword edge had already slashed obliquely, and a blood splattered, and the head was rolling to where it was rolling.

The sword slashed from the right neck, and half of the body slashed out from the left rib, half of the pull of the shoulder disappeared, and the remaining headless body shook twice in the blood splattering, and fell under the horse.

Gu Qingci's sword collided with the exquisite machete, bent his knees and kicked the horse's head, and slipped down the knife sideways, cutting off several fingers of the charge pawn. Without waiting for the man to cry and call him, he took the opportunity to pick a head off.
Chapter completed!