Rebirth of a Star General

The people below didn't see clearly how He Yan and Ba Zhuo were determined to win or lose. Only seeing the two of them scuffled together, Ba Zhu slapped He Yan, and He Yan stabbed Ba Zhu's neck with some hidden weapon.

Although the means are not upright, in the end they won.

"Brother He is amazing!" Cheng Lisu shouted first, "Good fight! Good fight!"

"Shut up!" Song Taotao on the side scolded him.

Cheng Lisu was dissatisfied: "What's wrong with me applauding my eldest brother?"

"It's not the time to be relieved yet." Song Taotao shook his head. Girls are more careful than boys. She felt that He Yan's face was paler than before, and she felt a "squeak" in her heart, thinking that He Yan might be injured. But He Yan was wearing black clothes and couldn't see where the injury was.

On the stage, the young man in black clothes raised his chin slightly and asked with a smile, "Is no one dared to come up?"

Right at this moment, Zida Muzi burst into laughter, and he clasped his hands while laughing: "Interesting, interesting! I didn't expect Liangzhou Wei to have such an interesting person!"

He moved quickly, and the people around were caught off guard. Several Liangzhou recruits were almost stepped on by his horse. Fortunately, they were pulled by the people around him. Rida Muzi stopped his horse a step away from the Yanwu platform and flew away. come on stage. Falling in front of He Yan.

"Don't the commander want to end the game in person?" The young man said in surprise, "I'm a recruit, what can I do?"

"You killed two of my warriors, you're not like an ordinary recruit." Rida Muzi laughed. I wasn't a little unhappy because of the loss of my beloved general just now.

"It was just a fluke."

"You don't have to be modest, you just played against them, I've seen them all, and you can be the number one guard in Liangzhou!" Rida Muzi said, looking at everyone under the Yanwu stage, smiling contemptuously, "I see here, It's up to you to be brave and resourceful. But..." He changed his words, "I wonder how long the wound on your waist will last?"

He Yan was silent.

Rida Muzi looked at her with interest: "Ba Zhuo is my best subordinate. He attacked your waist twice in a row just now. It seems that he has an old injury. The last time, you stabbed a hidden weapon into his throat. When the time came, he..." He walked to Ba Zhu's side, fiddled with Ba Zhu's body with his feet, and Ba Zhu turned over, "His hand loosened, he stabbed something into your waist, is it Knife?"

Rita Muzi asked her with concern: "Oh, it must be very painful."

"It's actually okay." He Yan smiled, "It's not as painful as him."

Rita Muzi stared at her for a while, then smiled: "Very good, I like hard bones like you the most, it will be especially sweet when broken." Zhuo's corpse kicked off the high platform and chuckled: "Useless waste."

Immediately afterwards, Ba Zhu slowly pulled out the machete from his waist.

Seeing this, Shen Han narrowed his eyes and said angrily, "Rida Muzi, as a commander, how can you fight against my Liangzhou Guard recruits? If you want to learn from each other, I will accompany you!"

"You?" Rida Muzi shook his head slowly: "It's not as good as him, I want him, this He... He Yan."

"Headmaster Shen, let me come." He Yan said.

In fact, it didn't matter what she said to Shen Han, Zida Muzi had already set his sights on He Yan. It was the worst thing, but at the same time, lucky enough, they had more time.

"Aren't you going to change weapons?" Zida Muzi said with a smile, "My knife will cut off your whip."

"Maybe it was my whip that broke your knife." He Yan smiled and said, holding the whip in both hands, horizontally in front of him.

The Qiang soldiers use the machete, and each person's machete is different. Zida Muzi's machete is extremely long, half the height of a human being. I don't know how many people's blood has been drenched on it, and it is dark red. As soon as the knife was unsheathed, the sun fell on it, and there was a bloody smell.

He Yan could only choose a whip. In the years when she fought against the Qiang people, she has always used a sword. As long as anyone here has seen "General Feihong", she can recognize at a glance that she has exactly the same swordsmanship as "General Feihong". As for the use of knives, the Qiang people are best at using knives. Using knives in front of them is tantamount to exploiting one's own weaknesses and attacking others' strengths. After thinking about it, it was only convenient to use an iron whip.

Zida Muzi rushed over with a knife.

His pace is fast and, contrary to his burly physique, he is very agile. It's also very clever, the distance card is just out of reach of He Yan's whip.

He Yan's whip wanted to wrap his knife around, but Ridamazi dodged and slashed at the iron whip with a backhand. "Bang" sound, although the iron whip is not broken, can not help but startle.

If this goes on, I don't know how long this whip will last. The weapons on the weapon rack are for the soldiers to practice martial arts, and it is good to be strong and durable, but this sword of Zida Muzi is obviously a treasured sword and cannot be compared.

He laughed loudly, splitting the horizontal knife, He Yan's whip wrapped around the knife, but did not drag it, Zida Muzi was too strong, he said, "Innocent!" He pulled the knife to his side, pulling He Yan's The body couldn't help but fly towards him.

"Brother Ahe, be careful!" Mai couldn't help but blurt out.

But seeing Heyan flying towards Ridamuzi, and seeing that he was about to hit the blade of Ridamumzi, the young man suddenly smiled, the whip pulled a flower, slipped away from the blade, and slapped Ridamumzi on the face. With the strength of flying over, she passed Zida Muzi's head and rolled in a circle on the ground before stopping.

The hearts of everyone in the audience fell back to their stomachs.

Rida Muzi turned his head slowly.

He was born fierce and violent, but at this moment, He Yan slapped him on the cheek with a whip, and blood came out, and the blood flowed down his cheek. The blood on his lips stared at He Yan and said, "You are really amazing."

His voice was very soft, and it fell into people's ears, but it was creepy.

He Yan said: "each other."

The wound on the waist hurts a little bit, and the tumbling just now made the blade pierced into the body deeper. But she can't pull out the blade now. First, there is no time for her to pull the blade. Second, if she pulls it out, the bleeding won't stop, and she will soon lose strength.

But now, He Yan is not as relaxed as he appears. The dagger that Ba Zhu stabbed into her body was not long, short and slender, about the width of her index finger, and it was sent sideways. Although it was not critical, it just happened to cover the old wound. The original wound was cracked, and she fought with people on the martial arts field, touching the flesh, and the blade pierced deeper, which was tantamount to being awake and feeling the flesh being cut.

She lowered her head, bit her lip quickly, and the color reappeared on her lips. It looked like that high-spirited teenager again.

"How long are you going to last?" Rida Muzi didn't worry and said with a smile, "Your sweat is about to run out."

"Really?" He Yan touched it: "Perhaps the weather is too hot."

Rida Muzi slowly raised his knife and rushed towards him with a grinning smile: "Your blood will also be drained!"

He Yan rushed up.

The Liangzhou Guard recruits below all looked on with trepidation. When He Yan faced Rida Muzi, he was not as good as when he faced the first two. And Rida Muzi is cunning and cruel, no matter how powerful He Yan is on weekdays, in the final analysis, he is only a sixteen-year-old half-old child.

Jiang Jiao murmured, "He can't hold it anymore."

"Maybe he was injured." Huang Xiong frowned, "It's really not good," he touched the golden-backed sword on his body: "Let's rush up together, we can't watch him die in vain."

Wang Ba scolded: "Go! Why don't these coaches stop them and let a hairy boy go up to fight? It's not ashamed!"

Shen Han stood in the crowd, staring at He Yan's figure, and the note in his hand was about to be crushed. Liang Ping beside him was anxious and whispered: "Chief coach, we can't wait like this, we can't let them sit in the chair, why don't we..."

"Don't make up your own mind!" Shen Han shouted, "Wait."

Wait? What are you waiting for?

On the stage, He Yan and Rida Muzi fought again more than a dozen moves.

Her movements were not as swift as before, and it was obvious that she was slow. She stabbed Zida Muzi on the arm a few times, and she was narrowly avoided every time, but after all, it was worth it.

But the smile on her face never changed. It seems that this is not a bloody battle of life and death, but a casual and happy discussion with partners after the daily training.

This puzzled Zida Muzi.

He said, "Can all the people in the Central Plains pretend like you?"

"It's not the same," He Yan's pained voice was a little unsteady, and she smiled: "I'm especially good at pretending."

Rida Muzi's smile was not as relaxed as before.

He Yan did not dare to relax his vigilance against him.

When he fought with the Western Qiang people, the leader of the other side, Ridamuji, was brutal and brutal, and a machete harvested countless souls. Wherever he went, he was full of bones. What Ridamuji loves to do is to chop off the captive's head with a machete and tie it to the tail of his horse.

The Fuyue army led by He Yan and the Qiang army led by Ridamuji fought fiercely.

In the final battle, Ridamuji died at the hands of He Yan.

He loved beheading others during his lifetime, but he probably never thought that after his death, he would also be beheaded by others, put in a box inlaid with pearls and jade, brought to the imperial palace in the capital, sent to the emperor, and became a general's military merit in exchange for Generous reward.

After Ridamuji's death, the Western Qiang dragons were headless, and the rebellion was soon quelled. And this man named Zida Muzi in front of him gave birth to a face exactly like Zida Muji.

Ridamuji was watched by He Yan with his own eyes, and he would not come back to life. Besides, Ridamuji's eyes were dark green, while Ridamuji's eyes were dark blue. He Yan thought that he had heard that Ridamuji had a twin brother, who was born with brute force and ran rampant. However, he was at odds with the brother who was the leader of Ridamu Gene, and he left at an early age, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Now it seems that this is the twin brother of Zidamuji, Zidamuzi.

He probably also knew the news of his brother's death, and maybe he got the remnants of the Qiang tribe, and then he rushed to Liangzhou Wei with his troops. He is also cunning. He learned from the traitor that Xiao Jue is not in Liangzhouwei now, and the recruits here are so immature, so they dare to be so blatant.

But Rita Muzi is not a fool, no matter how brave and arrogant his subordinates are, a thousand people will not be able to win against the tens of thousands of elite soldiers of Shangliangzhou Guard. Therefore, his troops should be far more than that. This was a set up for Liangzhou Guards early in the morning. In front of the guardhouse was Baiyue Mountain, and the back was Wulu River. If they had troops, they would come across from Baiyue Mountain, and it would be impossible for such heavy snow. Therefore, it is most likely to take the nearest waterway at night and cross over.

He Yan had never met Ridamuzi before, but he had played against Ridamuji many times, and he knew the details of this person. This person loves to be in the ring, and he says that he wants to learn from the opponent. In fact, the means are cruel. The bright and upright path of the warriors of the Central Plains will mostly be defeated by the opponent. As a result, the morale will be lost before the battle is fought. Once you have a fearful heart towards the Qiang people, you will be defeated in the future. How many great Wei generals were caught in Ridamuji's trick.

Soldiers never tire of deceit, and morale is paramount. He Yan could see clearly that although Rida Muzi was at odds with his brother, his methods were the same as before. The recruits of Liangzhou Guard will inevitably have to fight hard with Zida Muzi's men today. She has done everything she can, and the last thing is to save enough money for the children of the Great Wei on this martial arts arena. This gas.

With morale, their first war will show their real strength.

"I hate pretentious people from the Central Plains the most." Zida Muzi finally became impatient. He looked into the distance and seemed to be waiting for some news, but before he could wait, he turned his head and said, "Hurry up and end it. !"

He Yan smiled and said, "I think so too."

She stretched out her hand and re-tied the belt tighter. The belt covered the wound, so that the blood would not flow too much, but at the same time, it was more painful and uncomfortable.

Seeing her movements, Rida Muzi suddenly said, "You remind me of someone."

He Yan: "Who?"

"Although I haven't seen it before, I heard my unfortunate brother once said that there was a general named He Rufei in the Central Plains. He could pull out the handle of the arrow and continue to command the battle when he was hit by an arrow on the battlefield. He eventually died of He Rufei. Hand, you, are very similar to that person."

He Yan heard the words and smiled: "Wrong, I am not He Rufei, and I am not like him."

She glanced at the people in Liangzhou under the stage: "But I'm a big Wei Erlang, everyone is like me. As long as I don't die, I will fight to the end! There will be thousands of Feihong generals in the Central Plains, you Xiqiang," she said. Raising his eyes, he sneered, "How many more are there?"

Having said that, he waved his iron whip and headed straight for Rida Muzi!

Rida Muzi sneered and didn't take it to heart. From his point of view, He Yan was already injured, old injuries and new injuries were just the end of the battle. Although her endurance is amazing, it won't last long.

The machete and the iron whip were intertwined, making the sound of golden sings colliding.

"Big Brother He..." Mai's heart twitched as he watched from the audience, but he didn't dare to fall down.

He Yan's movements quickened.

She swung the whip faster and faster, faster than Zida Muzi swung the knife. The machete was big and heavy, and for ordinary people, Zida Muzi's movements were already fast. But it was not as fast as a steel whip. Taking advantage of the gap before the knife was swung, the whip penetrated in from everywhere, and slammed it into Zida Muzi's face. It was just a bloodstain just now, but after a while, there were several bloodstains on his face.

"That's all you can do!" Rida Muzi was irritated by the successive whips, his expression became violent, and the machete took He Yan's neck directly, but He Yan was petite and easily escaped.

"You're nothing more than that." The young man even had time to turn his head to tease.

what happened? Rida Muzi was more and more surprised, how it seemed that as time passed, He Yan's movements became faster and faster. Isn't he injured? Why can you still be flexible, without any influence at all? Could it be that he pretended it before? This kid doesn't have any old injuries at all?

He Yan dodged to avoid the tip of the knife, tapped the ground with his toes, and circled behind Rida Muzi.

This person was wearing armor, which was extremely hard. Her whip didn't hit Ridamuzi, but it just landed on the armor, leaving nothing behind.

Then, his whole body is indifferent, and there is only one weakness left.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and attacked behind Muzi Asahi.

Rida Muzi turned around and blocked He Yan's iron whip with a knife, and flew He Yan out, but in the blink of an eye, she used her strength to pounce on Rida Muzi again.

This is simply a lifeless style of play, just attack and not defend.

"Wouldn't he want to die together?" Jiang Jiao murmured.

In the eyes of outsiders, He Yan, who looked desperate, was actually not that bad. Instead, it was Zida Muzi. From the very beginning, he had the chance to win, and then he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

This young man seems to know the traces of every time he uses a knife, and in every fight, he avoids it early, and he quickly catches the weakness of Zida Muzi's swordsmanship, taking advantage of the weakness to attack, let Zida Muzi attack Also a little helpless.

How old is he? Fifteen or sixteen years old, but he can see his weakness in a moment. It must be a terrible thing to have an enemy. And if this young man said, there are countless people like him in the Central Plains, what about Xiqiang? How much did Xiqiang go out? There is no such genius, no one at all.

In an instant, Zida Muzi had the intention of retreating.

His morale was down.

But for this, he wronged He Yan. No matter how powerful He Yan is, he will not be able to fight several times, so he can quickly judge the opponent's skill trajectory, let alone someone like Rida Muzi. It's really because, Xu is because they are twin brothers blood relationship, or maybe they are the same person.

He Yan had played against Ridamuji countless times in his previous life. He knew himself and the enemy, and he had already memorized his tricks by heart, but at this moment, he dealt with Ridamuji cheaply. And the sense of timidity that Rida Muzi gave birth to, just fell into He Yan's arms.

But it's just repaying people's body with their own way.

They used to like to beat other people's morale to increase their own morale, and now they have finally experienced the feeling of discouragement. This is the opportunity.

He Yan's whip was whipping faster and faster, and the people around him were a little dizzy. Rida Muzi only felt that the iron whip was like a living snake, circling and dancing in front of him, with a shadowy shadow. He fluttered in the air, but he was hit with a whip on his forehead. The real whip is here.

He slashed towards Heyan furiously, but the young man had already circled behind him. This action of his had also appeared before when dealing with Oirat. Rida Muzi secretly cried out in his heart, but he saw that the iron whip was already flying in the air. In front of him, like a pair of heavy chains, about to wrap around his neck.

Then, with one more stroke, his throat will be severed and he will die like a wattle.

At the critical moment, he shouted: "Ke Muzhi—"

This seemed to be the name of one of his subordinates. The next moment, on the martial arts field, a woman's exclamation suddenly sounded. It was Song Taotao, who was thrown onto the martial arts stage by the Qiang people who were holding her.

The Qiang people are strong and strong. Song Taotao is just a slender little girl. She is thrown up like a cargo. If she falls, she will be seriously injured even if she doesn't die.

There was no one in the audience in time.

The whip in He Yan's hand spun around Ridamuzi's neck and flew towards Song Taotao, and her body also flew towards Song Taotao.

The iron whip wrapped around Song Taotao's body. He Yan flew over and took Song Taotao into his arms. The two fell heavily on the ground together. He Yan supported Song Taotao's body. Falling deeper, she let out a "hiss" out of nowhere.

"Brother be careful!" Cheng Lisu's shout suddenly sounded.

"He Yan!"

"Brother Ahe!"

There were anxious voices from all directions, Liang Ping's voice was extremely shrill, and when He Yan looked sideways, he saw a line of sword light rushing towards him.

When she followed Song Taotao, her back was exposed, and Zida Muzi's machete fell fiercely, cutting her into two pieces.

He Yan pushed Song Taotao away and closed his eyes swept away by the knife wind.

She had no strength to move.

"go to hell!"

"boom--"

There was no imagined pain, no blood splattered for five steps, something knocked the machete over, and it seemed that someone was standing in front of her.

He Yan slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar dark blue figure, the silver-scaled giant python made of silver thread embroidered on the corner of the robe, the young man stood in front of her, his posture was as straight as a loose, calm and reassuring. The long sword in his hand has not yet been unsheathed, it is as crystal clear as ice and snow, and it flows brightly.

It was such a narrow and thin Yinqiu Sword that flicked away the killing knife.

"The Governor... the Governor! It's the Governor!" Everyone in the audience was amazed for a moment, and suddenly boiled.

"The Governor is back!"

"uncle!"

Xiao Jue...are you back?

He Yan looked over and felt that his vision was blurred and he couldn't see clearly.

Xiao Jue pulled her up from the ground, He Yan lost her strength and leaned on him softly, Xiao Jue supported her waist, seemed to notice something, and looked down.

The young man in black clothes looked weaker and didn't have any wounds, but the hand holding He Yan's waist at the moment was wet.

There are bloodstains on the hands.

His expression paused, and he slowly looked at Zida Muzi, but the words were addressed to He Yan, his tone was as sarcastic as ever: "How come you can make yourself so miserable every time I meet you."

"..."

He Yan smiled and said softly, "Maybe it's because, I know every time that you will come to save me."