Rebirth of a Star General

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After Gu Yu, it's not too long before it's time for Lixia.

Shuojing should keep raining at this time. But in Jiuchuan, the desert is endless, and there is already summer heat, the sun is long and the sun is drying, and the soldiers' lips are dry and peeling.

The fighting is particularly intense.

After the last victory in the first battle, He Yan led the Fuyue Army to fight against the Uto people many times. The Uto people repeatedly suffered in the hands of Wu Anhou, and gradually realized that Wu Anhou was by no means an incompetent person who had the honour of being an official. The exquisite arrangement of her battlefield, the bravery of the battle, and even the skill of swordsmanship reminded the Uto people of the legendary Feihong general.

The same is true.

After fighting several times, He Yan roughly understood the Uto's form of combat and began to counterattack. She is very patient and does not rush to attack the city. She only pursues the tactics of "the thief comes and the thief goes and chases; the day shines the soldiers and attacks the camp at night." For a long time, morale has been weak, frustrated and exhausted.

Today is the time for siege.

A woman in a red armor is galloping on a horse in front of a horse, she is in full swing, and the sword is light. The Bing formation followed her command as an agile dragon, and rushed to the enemy camp with the murderous spirit wrapped in the sky.

Her sword went forward.

The two armies were at war, thousands of miles across the land.

Wheat is fighting with a strong Uto man. Although he is young and strong, but if he is not as good as a stone, he is doing his best at this moment, and suddenly kicks his feet to the knee of the person in front of him, and the person is kicked. He stumbled, and wheat took the opportunity to wipe his neck with a knife.

The opponent fell down, he was relieved in his heart, and had not yet shown a smile of joy, suddenly fell to the ground by a person, and rolled on the ground twice. Wheat's heart tightened, and he raised his head subconsciously, and saw the stone holding him, his back against him, a black arrow fell into his back, only a little feather appeared.

The stone lips moved, and there was only time to say two words: "Be careful."

Another arrow pierced his back.

The boy spit out blood, "...Hurry!"

"Big Brother—" Wheat shouted mournfully. The other king, seeing this, lifted the knife to the two Uto archers ambushing in the dark, fighting with them.

The lively young boy who always smiled, his face was full of panic at the moment, tears fell down, he knelt beside him, shouted: "Brother, don't scare me, brother..."

The stone looked hard at the younger brother in front of him, two arrows, centered in the chest, his physical strength was passing by, the chaos on the battlefield was so dangerous, the wheat was so dangerous.

"Go... don't stay here..." he said hardly, "danger..."

Then the light in his eyes went out.

Wheat made a painful cry, but unfortunately, this is the battlefield, and no one paid attention to his sadness at the moment.

Death is happening anytime, anywhere.

Huang Xiong's armor has been hacked, and he has suffered a lot of injuries on his face. He is very old, and he is more than enough to deal with ordinary thieves, but he has some difficulties to deal with these sturdy and cunning Utos.

The Uto people in front of him were entangled with him. His tiger's mouth was cut with a knife. The flesh and blood were blurred. When holding the knife, the pain was painful and the strength gradually lost. Even the gold knife that accompanied him for many years has changed. It was extremely heavy, as if it was difficult to wave.

His fatigue was seen in the eyes of the other party, and the Uto man laughed: "No, this big man can't!"

Probably his appearance is magnificent, and the gold knife is particularly conspicuous. The Uto people paid attention to him and shouted, "This knife belongs to me!"

Huang Xiong said in a deep voice: "Dream."

He was holding a big knife in his hand and chopped it with the opponent's blade. At this moment, there was a sudden cold behind his back. A long, sharp knife pierced his chest from behind him, stabbing him staggering.

The Uto people behind them laughed wildly.

However, the smile was only halfway. The bear-like man shouted, turned his head back, ignoring the wound on his body, lifted the big knife in his hand, and immediately cut off the head of the Uto people behind him, and the other laughed with triumph, The flash of golden light that would take his life abruptly stopped.

The armor on his body was completely pierced by the tip of the knife. He held the handle of the knife and pulled it out suddenly. The moment he pulled it out, he finally couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

In his hand, he held the golden-backed sword tightly.

For so many years, he had been strayed by this knife, but it was also this knife, accompanied him to travel thousands of miles, blood-bladed enemies. He is now alone, unconcerned, and it is not regrettable that he was accompanied by his best friend who had been with him for many years before his death.

just……

The strong man looked at the sky, the beads on his chest were warm and dark, and he trembled to see his mother praying far away in front of the Buddhist hall. The sisters were warming up with hot meals. ...

So calm, so easy.

He closed his eyes with peace of mind, and his expression was like never before.

The prodigal son has been away for so long, and now he can finally return home.

...

The city is broken.

Yan Jia Xi Bing, bones exposed. The soldiers cheered for this hard-won victory, and everyone who survived had a happy smile on his face.

The woman headed was energetic and did not see any fatigue. She was always like this, as if she would never have a weak side. Because of her presence, the morale of the Fuyue Army became stronger day by day.

The abandoned city where the Uto people were beaten fled, and at this point, Jiuchuan was finally recaptured by their great Wei.

He Yan still had blood on his face that could be wiped in the future, and was about to count the results of the battle. He saw Wang Ba walking towards her solemnly.

The smile on her lips suddenly dispersed.

"Come and see," he said.

People have been dying in the wars since the last few days. The men from Liangzhou Wei finally realized that this time was different from every time before. The war made them grow up quickly, making them dumb, firm and calm. Wang Ba is no longer the one who shouted and shouted before. These days, he has been quite quiet.

He Yan followed him to the front.

The soldiers who died in the war can only be buried on the spot, and the soldiers who survived will check whether they have any tokens on them. If they can find them, they will return to Shuojing and bring them to their families. Before each of the soldiers here came to the battlefield, most of them had a letter on their body. In the unfortunate event of death, the comrades-in-arms would bring the letter back to their family.

He Yan saw the stone and Huang Xiong.

She knew long ago that when people are on the battlefield, they cannot decide their own life or death. The moment you put on your armor, you are ready to give your life. Those who live to the end are not so lucky, they will inevitably watch their comrades leave one by one.

First Hongshan, now Stone and Huang Xiong.

The stone died in the arrow, the arrow was pulled out, and the clothes on the chest were dyed red. Huang Xiong died under the sword. Hearing that he finally died with two Utos, he finally held him with the knife in his hand when he finally found him.

He Yan knelt down in front of the two of them, and carefully sorted out the messy clothes for them.

Wheat was crying dumbly on one side, and his eyes were red. He Yan remembers the first time he saw stone and wheat, the Orion brothers who grew up in the mountains since childhood, talked to her about the ambition to join the army, the wheat was lively and naive, greedy and fun, the stone was reticent, and his heart was attentive.

War has changed all this.

A soldier asked: "Sir, Brother Huang's knife..."

If such a good knife is used on the battlefield, it is also greedy.

"He has no family. This knife is his family. He has accompanied him for so many years. Follow him to be buried with him." He Yan looked at the man on the ground, the old man who could not understand the direction and walked around and lost his way. Brother, looking at the calm smile on his face, if he wanted to come, he had already found his way home.

She stood up, sad but not instantaneous, and said, "Tell them to come to my account and talk about war."

Be firm in your footsteps and never look back.

...

Seemingly to celebrate the victory of Jiuchuan, the moon came out late at night.

The woman in the camp account dropped the last stroke on the map, rubbed her eyes, stood up, and went out.

She climbed up to the tower and looked into the distance, out of the city, there was a lot of yellow sand, the beacon in the distance reflected the flat ground, the Gobi was desolate, the white tower was here, like a lone boat in the deep sea.

A round of meniscus hangs in the night sky, lighting up the contempt for a while.

She sat down on the floor and made a soft noise in her stomach, only to find that she hadn't eaten a bite until the end of the war.

A dry cake was handed over, and He Yan was stunned. Jiang Jiao came over from the back and sat down next to her, saying: "I know you probably didn't eat it, and I left it for you."

He Yan smiled slightly: "Thank you."

She took a bite of dry cake and filled the belly with coarse grain, which brought real satiety.

Jiang Jiao handed her the kettle, and she took a big sip on her head with a hearty posture. There was still unswept mud and blood on his face, which looked extremely embarrassed, but the eyes were still as bright as stars.

Suddenly he felt some emotion in his heart.

In the Fuyue Army, everyone said that He Yan was born brave and used his troops like a god, and he never felt tired. The men still needed rest after this war. But after she got off the battlefield, she counted the battle results, arranged to direct the next chase, and re-analyzed the enemy's situation. Until now, the clothes have not been changed, the dry food has not been eaten, only at this moment, when sitting on the floor on the unmanned tower Slightly revealing his own tiredness.

He heard He Yan's voice: "How is the wheat?"

"Not very good, Wang Ba has been with him." Jiang Jiao's voice fell deep.

Liangzhou Wei's brother has gone halfway. And who is going next, who can come to the end and return to Shuojing alive, no one can be sure.

He Yan raised his head and poured a sip of water, his voice still calm, "You have to let him come out quickly."

The cruelty of this remark, but Jiang Jiao also knew in his heart, that this is on the battlefield, and it will not leave people with sad time.

Although He Yan did not cry, it does not mean that she is not sad. After all, she is a woman, staying here alone, watching the people around her leaving, should be very weak.

"Brother He," Jiang Jiao asked, "Do you want to supervise?"

The answer was silence.

After a while, He Yan raised his head and looked away from the tower.

In the lonely desert, only the silver crescent moon hung quietly in the night.

"No." She raised her lips slightly, as if seeing another person through the meniscus in front of her eyes.

"I know, he is here."

The sound of a crow came from a distance, and the cold wind at night ignited a torch like a shaking star. The young woman stood up and patted the shoulder of someone around her: "Go back early, there will be a tough battle to be fought tomorrow."

Turned away.

...

It has been raining for a long time, and the rain has washed away the mud and blood on the ground. Unless the weapons and corpses are scattered, the soldiers can not see that there has just been a fierce battle here.

In the camp, the man dressed in sackcloth looked at the general sitting in the tent, and looked angrily, "Yan Nanguang, don't kill yourself!"

The last white robe on his body did not escape the fate of being cut into cloth. After that, he wore the linen clothes worn by ordinary people in the Yanjiajun camp. But now, Master Lin no longer has the same graceful appearance as before. Twelve hours a day, ten hours, his face is dirty, and his hands are stained with blood.

The war is getting more and more intense every day. There are more and more wounded soldiers. The military doctors are not enough at all. Here, he is the most powerful and the most reassuring.

But now, only Lin Shuanghe knows how uneasy he is.

Yan He didn't pay attention to him, just frowned and counted the results of last night. Last night the Yan family defeated the Uto people, killed 10,000 enemies, and seized thousands of horses, which is a good thing to celebrate.

"Yan Nanguang, did you hear me!" Lin Shuanghe said anxiously.

"I heard." Yan He replied impatiently.

"Then you know, you are dangerous now!" Lin Shuanghe lowered his voice, "You will be dead!"

On that day, Yan He shot and rescued the father who was already a child from the Uto people, but was injured by the Uto people who secretly put cold arrows. Although he did not hurt the key, he just stabbed his arm, but the other side It was originally directed at him, poisoned with arrows.

Lin Shuanghe couldn't solve the poison.

On the battlefield, there is no medicinal material for him to slowly develop an antidote.

The poison spreads day by day, and if you don't find an antidote soon, Yanhe will die. However, he has been fighting and fighting for days, and the poisonous traces on the wounds have spread faster and deeper, making Lin Shuanghe scared. If Yan He can temporarily put aside the war, the toxicity will be slower, maybe it can last longer, but now, if it goes on like this, maybe...it can't wait to return to Shuojing.

"Have you already developed a medicine?" Yan He frowned.

Lin Shuanghe was startled, and he replied dejectedly: "No."

"Since it's all dead, why do you care so much." Yan He said disapprovingly.

He didn't seem to care about half of it, as if to say the life of others. Not even worried about this, Lin Shuanghe asked: "Do you really want to continue to do this?"

"Lin Shuanghe, this is on the battlefield." Yan He's voice was solemn. "In recent days, we have made great successes, and the Uto people have been badly hurt. If you continue, you will soon be able to retake Yoshijun. At this time, you must strike while the heat is hot. Taking advantage of the morale when it is at its peak, it will be difficult to wait for this opportunity in the future. On the battlefield, there is no time to stop."

Lin Shuanghe closed his eyes.

He knew that Yan He was right, and he was telling the truth. But as a medical practitioner, he understands that if he goes on like this, perhaps there is still a ray of life, and it will become impossible.

"You need to know..." he said hardly. "If you continue like this, rest without rest, at most... in March."

"March," Yan He said, "then the battle will be finished in March."

Up to now, he still misses the result of this battle. Lin Shuanghe couldn't help saying: "Even if you don't care, don't you want to think about Cheng Xiu? Yan Nanguang, your child is still waiting for you to go back!"

Yan He’s fingers twitched slightly, but his face was still ordinary. If nothing happened to him, he said: “If you know it, hurry up and develop an antidote for me. Otherwise, why would you want to come here? You’re a **** doctor, can’t you just cure Women, can't heal men?"

If it was unusual, Lin Shuanghe would have to step forward to the theory when he heard these words that questioned his medical skills, but now, he just looks at Yan He and understands in his heart that even if the person in front of him knows that he has only one day's life, This last day will be used to be a good master.

On the battlefield, he was neither Xia Chengxiu's husband nor Yan Muxia's father. He was the leader of the Yan family army and the general of the Wei Dynasty, that's all.

"I know." Lin Shuanghe gave him a deep look. "I will do my best."

He turned and went out. At the table, Yan He raised his eyes, looked at Lin Shuanghe's back, and suddenly vomited a dark blood stain.

Poison will not only make his life pass, but will also make him suffer. However, this point cannot be revealed in front of people. The Yanjiajun need a backbone, and he will never fall until the victory is over.

Yan He pulled the cloth towel on one side, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips cleanly, dissipated the painful expression, and looked back at the defense map in front of him.

Three months...

He must make a quick decision.

...

In the academy, the pink lotus leaves in the pond began to emerge pink bones, dragonflies crossed the water, and the glazed wings made a light ripple.

After the summer, the day becomes longer and the wind brings warm sunshine.

In the afternoon in the school, the sun is just right, the teenagers are dozing off, and the good times are always long.

Someone ran in from the outside and jumped on the table with joy and excitement, saying: "Good news, good news, the Fuyue Army led by Master Wu An Hou He recaptured Jiuchuan and defeated the Uto thief—"

The original dull afternoon was awakened by the news in an instant.

"Really? Has Jiuchuan been recaptured so quickly?"

"It's true, it's spread out! I just came back from outside."

"That Wu'an Hou was so good, the four generals sent their troops separately, and the Fuyue Army, led by a woman, took the lead in taking the city."

"What about women? Isn’t the former leader of the Fuyue Army General Feihong also a woman? I watched Wu An Hou as a heroine, and I wasn’t allowed to wait for returning to Beijing. The emperor sealed an official, and in the future it will be General Wu An. !"

In the corner of the school, the sitting teenager looked stunned. Hearing this letter, he was still unbelievable.

He Yan won? Has Jiuchuan been recaptured?

Just thinking, a group of people "huh hurry" around.

"He Yunsheng, your sister is so powerful. You can make credit so quickly! I think your He family will only get higher in the future."

"Hey hey, Brother He, Brother He, we are good brothers from today. As long as you are developed in the future, don’t forget to bring me up."

"Bah! One by one, you are still talking about the fact that Master He is all covered with Xiao Dudu's light. He has no skill, and now he has all his faces! Then Master He goes to Jiuchuan, but he leads the soldiers alone. However, it was earlier than General Yan, Du Xiao, and Hu Wei that they sent back the victory, which shows that people have real skills."

"Yes, yes, the real skill is that I don’t know Taishan, Yunsheng, Yunsheng..."

He Yunsheng was surrounded by crowds, and was not blinded by the warm compliments of his classmates. There was only one thought in his heart. He Yan won and she was safe...

The teenager turned his head slightly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lifted up, and he thought that she would abide by the agreement this time.

...

The pomegranate tree in Xiao House became the best shaded place in summer.

The yellow dog was lying under the tree, his eyes narrowed lazily, and Ome added water to its sink and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was about to return to the house, and a shadow jumped in from outside, and the voice was cheerful: "Sister Ome, Sister Ome!"

Qingmei was startled, seeing Ginko running like a gust of wind, and busy supporting her, "What's the matter? Why are you so happy?"

"I just went outside and heard people outside saying that Mrs. Er Shao fought a victory and brought Fuyue Army to retake Jiu Chuan! Sister Qingmei, Mrs. Er Shao has made contributions!"

Ermao was also infected by Ginkgo's excitement, and jumped around Ginkgo twice.

Bai Rongwei was approached by his maid, and his voice was also a surprise that could not be hidden: "Really?"

"It's true." Bai Guo said happily: "It is said that Mrs. Er Shao is so powerful. Although he led the soldiers alone for the first time, he won the battle even quickly. So quickly, Jiu Chuan was recaptured. When the wife comes back, the emperor will definitely be rewarded! Our house, maybe we will have another general!"

Bai Rongwei was amused by her, and said, "Just talk to you." He shook his head and smiled, "It's not important to give meritorious rewards. As long as Ahe is safe, everyone will be happy."

Now her lower abdomen has gradually risen, but there are wars along the border, and Xiao Rubi is very busy every day. When Bai Rongwei was alone, he couldn't help worrying about Xiao Jue and He Yan. It is okay to say that both of them are in one place, and they have a mutual care, but they are in the opposite direction. Fortunately, Xiao Jue went to the battlefield all the time, and Nan Fubing was brought out by Xiao Zhongwu. He Yan was different. For the first time, everyone in the Fuyue army might not be convinced. She was a woman again. She always had a lot of inconveniences. Bai Rongwei broke her heart. Now she can finally relax a little.

"I think soon, Uncle He should be back." Bai Rong smiled: "If he knew that Ahe had won the battle, he must be very happy."

After He Yan and Xiao Jue left Beijing, Bai Rongwei and Xiao Jing went to He Sui's house a little bit more. Once, the house Xiao Jue bought for them was close to the Xiao family, but the distance from the street was convenient for coming and going. Secondly, Bai Rong thought slightly that her sister-in-law was still so worried. He Sui, the father-in-law, was afraid that her heart would be hanging all the time. He Yunsheng was a 17- or 18-year-old boy. As early as the death of Xiao Zhongwu's husband and wife, He Sui was both He Yan's father and their father. Therefore, the husband and wife often went to talk to He Sui and accompany him to relieve boredom. This in-laws did more harmoniously than other people in Shuo Jingcheng.

"Master Master is coming back soon," Bai Guo tweeted: "Madam, today is a happy event, and the slave-servant will let the small kitchen do some good dishes. The power should be celebrated!"

"Yes," Bai Rong said with a smile: "Qingmei, you also go to the He's house and ask He Shuyunsheng to have dinner together at night."

Qingmei heard the words and showed a big smile, "Okay, slave-maid will go."

...

In the palace, in the Imperial Study Room, Emperor Zhao Kang looked at the fold in front of him and couldn't help but smile comfortably.

This has probably been the most gratifying thing since the throne.

Looking at the look on the emperor's face, Nei Shi said quite apprehensively: "The Queen Mother is here in the morning, your majesty is busy with political affairs, and it is too late at this moment."

Emperor Zhaokang stood up and said, "I go to see my mother."

In the palace of Qinglan, Princess Lan, who should now be the empress dowager, is leaning on the slump to read. Although she has become an empress dowager, she has not moved away from the palace, and she behaves just like the past.

"Queen Mother." Emperor Zhao Kang approached and called her.

The queen mother put down the book in her hand, looked at the person in front of her, and smiled slightly: "The emperor seems to be in a good mood today. Is he happy for the Jiuchuan victory?"

Emperor Zhaokang finally showed his real heart and smiled in front of his mother: "Naturally, I didn't expect Wu Anhou to be so brave. He would take the lead in winning the city than Xiao Huaijin!"

Although he originally gave the soldiers power to He Yan, most of them were also for Xiao Jue's sake. He Yan had only heard of people's skills, but he did not know her ability to lead troops. Now, the good news from him finally let him down. This woman is better than he thought.

"It seems that the Emperor has just underestimated her a few days ago, and does not think that Wu Anhou can really ride the field." The queen is clear.

Emperor Zhaokang was a little surprised, "I just didn't expect that there will be a second woman like Feihong General."

The original "General Feihong" was already one of the best in the world. Such a talent fell and it was astounding. Now, with such a blessed general, who can't say that this is Tianyou Dawei?

"Ai's family had already told you," the queen mother said softly: "Don't underestimate women, there are thousands and thousands of women in the Wei Dynasty, but I don't know there will be a third and a fourth general Feihong."

"What the mother learned is."

"Wu Anhou is an upright person with a pure heart. Such a good minister can't be met. Since the emperor met, she must solicit it. This time she recaptured Jiuchuan. The emperor can think about it, how to reward Wu Anhou?"

Emperor Zhaokang heard the words and smiled and said, "Well, don't worry about your mother. I have thought about it. When she returns to the dynasty, I will grant her a true military commander. From the history of Da Wei, she will be left behind. A stroke."

Just like General Feihong at the beginning.