"Go home?" General Zhao's ambition was clearly revealed. "After you have served me well, I will let you go home."
"Don't even think about it!" Su Qinghuan said angrily, "You are nothing compared to Yan Wuheng!"
General Zhao grabbed Su Qinghuan. Seeing that the situation was not good, Qingzhu threw a teacup at Su Qinghuan, then raised his foot and kicked General Zhao hard in the face.
General Zhao took his time, raised his hand, grabbed Qingzhu's feet, and threw Qingzhu out of the tent with force. In this way, Qingzhu was seriously injured.
"Qingzhu." Su Qinghuan clenched her fists and suddenly hit General Zhao, "You are looking for death!"
General Zhao thought this was child's play and pinned Su Qinghuan down with his backhand.
Suddenly, the tent door suddenly opened. Yan Wuheng looked at this scene, his eyes turned to ice, he raised his hand and turned his palm into General Zhao's back, and while he was breathing, he pulled Su Qinghuan out of his body.
Pulled over.
"General, you have gone too far." Yan Wuheng's tone was cold and a warning, "This is my tent."
General Zhao coughed violently and narrowed his eagle eyes tightly: "I don't know, General, that you, Deputy Yan, are so powerful. But don't forget, I am the one who gives the highest orders!"
"If the general is focused on fighting Daji, I, Yan Wuheng, will naturally be willing to let you drive me. But if the general has other thoughts, don't blame his subordinates for overstepping."
The atmosphere in the big tent suddenly became tense.
"You..." General Zhao raised his finger and pointed at Yan Wuheng, speechless for a moment.
After a moment, he spoke again: "You are not related to this woman, so you give her to me. I promise that no good thing will come from you in the future." Seeing that coercion was going nowhere, he turned around and started offering inducements.
Yan Wuheng lowered his eyes, shook his head slightly, and said: "Except for this woman, all the other subordinates are willing to give to the general." He called himself a subordinate, but his tone was very tough. This was very ironic.
"Incomprehensible!"
General Zhao's patience was completely exhausted. His eyes were full of anger. He threw his sleeves angrily and looked at this posture before leaving the tent. When he walked to Yan Wuheng, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes and he quickly raised his head.
His hand struck at Yan Wuheng's chest.
Yan Wuheng knew that General Zhao was ruthless and was always on guard with his heart strings raised. Faced with the sudden palm, he suddenly raised his hand that was hanging by his side and squeezed General Zhao leisurely.
wrist.
"General, your hands are a bit unruly." Yan Wuheng's tone was quite sarcastic. "You are so arrogant, let go of me, General!" When General Zhao saw that the attack failed, he was arrested instead, and he scolded with a livid face.
"General, you should take care of your own hands. Oh, and remember to take care of other places too. After all, swords have no eyes."
Yan Wuheng let go of his hand as instructed and said indifferently. If it was not necessary, he would still be unwilling to confront General Zhao. After all, his identity...
I just hope that General Zhao has some eyes and stops looking for trouble with him!
"Hmph. You are talking nonsense. I will definitely discipline you today. I will also get this woman!"
When General Zhao saw Yan Wuheng let go of his hand, he immediately turned his palms into claws and grabbed his eyes. At the same time, he raised his legs and kicked Yan Wuheng's waist.
Yan Wuheng leaned back to avoid General Zhao's hand, then grabbed the sweeping leg and threw it over his shoulder, knocking General Zhao to the ground.
General Zhao had experienced hundreds of battles and naturally knew that his strength could not defeat Yan Wuheng, but he was really unwilling to do so, so he attacked Yan Wuheng again. This time Yan Wuheng showed no mercy and hit Zhao with a palm containing his inner strength.
On the general's chest.
"puff!"
General Zhao vomited a mouthful of blood instantly and his body was swaying a little.
"Come here, send the general back to the tent camp and ask the military doctor for diagnosis and treatment." Yan Wuheng raised his voice. Such a large battle in the tent would definitely attract onlookers.
The soldiers who entered the palace upon hearing the sound looked at this scene in disbelief, and carried General Zhao away in despair.
On that day, the news that Yan Wuheng injured General Zhao for a woman spread throughout the military camp, and the woman in the rumor, Su Qinghuan, was even said to be miraculous and had an appearance comparable to that of an immortal.
Naturally, this rumor was also known to the Daji Army who were searching for Su Qinghuan's whereabouts. They investigated it carefully and immediately reported it to Yan Ruyu.
"What! Qing Huan was kidnapped by Zhao Guo!"
Yan Ruyu stood up suddenly, pressing her hands on the table, and her imposing manner made the soldiers who came to call him breathless.
"Yes, Lord Su County is now trapped in Zhao's military camp." The soldier said carefully with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Yan Ruyu frowned, closed her eyes again, and forced herself to calm down. Her voice became colder and colder: "The country of Zhao is in civil strife now? Are you sure the news is true?"
"It's true. General Zhao and his deputy were fighting for the master of Su County. I heard that the deputy injured General Zhao."
Hearing Su Qinghuan's name again, a trace of pain flashed in Yan Ruyu's eyes. He suppressed the anger in his heart and ordered: "Send my order to reorganize the army and attack Zhao's military camp in a quarter of an hour."
Taking advantage of his illness, Zhao Guo's military camp broke out into internal strife. Attacking at this time could be said to be twice the result with half the effort, and he could also take the opportunity to bring Su Qinghuan out!
He added another sentence, "I am suppressing the news that Lord Su County was kidnapped by the Zhao army. I am not allowed to leak even a single bit."
If he guessed correctly, Zhao Guoren should not know Su Qinghuan's true identity. As long as he blocked the news, Su Qinghuan's situation would be safer.
Soon, Daji's army was assembled, and the darkness came to the battlefield.
News of the Meng army's attack quickly spread to Zhao's military camp. At this time, General Zhao had fallen into a coma. Among the other generals who could make the decision, Yan Wuheng was undoubtedly the most powerful.
"What should we do?" A veteran sighed sadly, stroking his beard.
"No matter what, I don't agree to let Yan Wuheng lead the army in battle. He just injured the general!" Obviously, this man is from General Zhao's gang.
"Ha, that's easy to say. If Lieutenant Yan isn't going, why don't you go? If you can defeat Da Ji, we will agree to let you lead the troops."
Most people support Yan Wuheng and are more willing to let him lead troops in battle. After all, his ability is obvious to all.
"Okay, stop arguing. Time is pressing, so I will send Deputy Yan Wuhengyan to lead the troops to fight and give him a chance to make meritorious deeds." The person who said this was a well-respected veteran.
No one had any objections. When the news reached Yan Wuheng, he only smiled softly and agreed.
The flags of Daji and Zhao were fluttering in the wind, facing each other from a distance. The soldiers were all wearing armor and iron armor, holding golden halberds and spears. The dark momentum was approaching each other. The cold wind howling by hit the soldiers' cheeks, but