Chapter 43: The Stunning Beauty of Wan City (2/5)

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  Wei Yan left the camp and it has been almost an hour.

  The camp was very quiet, and everyone looked like they didn't have much emotional fluctuation. But Deng Ji could feel it, in this simple and temporary camp, there was a strange atmosphere that was somewhat oppressive and had some murderous intent.

  Perhaps in Yiyang Wu's eyes, war and killing had become a habit.

  Everyone looks calm on the surface. However, the weapons that were neatly placed during their daily rest are now all held in hand.

  Deng Ji made a round of inspection in the camp, then exchanged greetings with Tang Ji, before returning to his command tent.

  Wei Yan was not present at this time, and Deng Ai, as the deputy commander, became the highest commander in the camp. This was also Deng Ai's first experience of such a thing, and for a while he felt a bit tense, but at the same time his heart was filled with excitement and excitement. The two armies were facing each other, fighting on the battlefield, which is what every man yearns for. Although Deng Ai was a scholar, in his youth he also had such dreams.

  "Go down and take a rest, Hu Tou."

  Wang spent almost no good rest on this day, and followed Deng Ji's side busily.

  To the point where sitting down now, some fatigue is produced. After all, a fourteen-year-old boy, according to the ancient method of calculating age, even if he is two years older, is only sixteen at most, and it's indeed a bit too much to bear.

  "Deng Jie, I'm not tired!"

  "Nonsense, I'm getting tired myself, how can you not be exhausted?" Seeing Wang Mai still being stubborn, Deng Ji immediately turned stern and shouted: "Hurry back to rest, who knows if there will be even more things to do tomorrow. If you don't get a good rest, where will your energy come from?"

  "Ke Ah Fu told me to stay by his side and not take a single step back."

  "A Fu must also listen to me, you listen to A Fu's words, and even more so to mine, otherwise military law will be enforced."

  Deng Jisheng's tone and expression were both severe, so Wang Mai had no choice but to agree.

  But after Wang Mai left, Deng Jie fell into deep thought.

  Cao Peng's warning to Wang Mai made Deng Ji feel a sense of foreboding. He knew that although Cao Peng was not old, he was a cautious person. Had he discovered something? But if he had discovered the situation, he should have told himself, rather than letting Wang Mai follow him closely.

  This shows that Cao Peng also didn't dare to confirm what would happen...

  Deng Jiyue thought about it more and felt something was even more eerie.

  He stood up and made a vigorous chest expansion, glanced at the hanging plaque in the camp, then turned around and took down the iron sword from the pillar of the military account!

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  Cao Peng's face was buried in the mud soaked with fresh blood.

  The sound of mournful wails and piteous cries echoed in his ears, along with Wei Yan's angry roar.

  "You bandit, how dare you launch a sneak attack... If you have the ability, come out and fight with Lord Wei's grandfather for 300 rounds!"

  Right behind, a chaotic footsteps came from the direction of the red forest, accompanied by shouts, sweeping over, "Don't run away, traitor Wei Yan!"

  Cao Peng was not injured, but at this time he was crawling beside a corpse, motionless with his face down.

  A large foot trampled over his body, almost kicking the breath out of him. Yet he remained prone on the ground, motionless...

  The sudden attack left Wei Yan and his men somewhat unprepared.

  After a round of arrow rain, twenty long-handled halberds fell down, about eight or nine. The remaining people were more or less injured. Wei Yan was extremely furious, holding two large knives in his hands, flying up and down, and water couldn't get in. He was fighting off the feathered arrows while shouting angrily. But before he finished scolding, a team of cavalry rushed out from the red tree forest. They were all dressed in uniform, with hooks on their left hands and Han ring knives on their right hands. Looking at their armor, it was also very familiar. Wei Yan recognized them at a glance, and these people turned out to be wearing the uniforms of Jingzhou soldiers.

  But as for the first person, it was even more surprising to Wei Yan.

  "Is Wei flat?"

  The young man walking in front suddenly stopped and smiled: "Brother, didn't expect it, did you..."

  "What's wrong?"

  "I didn't think I'd still be alive!"

  Wei Yan's eyebrows furrowed and he shouted in a stern voice: "Wei Ping, what nonsense are you talking about?"

  "Am I talking nonsense?" Wei Ping burst out laughing, "Brother, at this point, don't you understand? Today's events were specially arranged by me... The people here are also the soldiers and horses I borrowed from Deng Junhou. Deng Junhou, do you remember? He's the one you injured in the Nine Ladies' City camp."

  Wei Yan turned his head and looked around, there were only eight or nine people on his side who could fight.

  Two were seriously injured and had lost their combat effectiveness. Among the eight or nine people who could still fight, three were also shot by arrows and struggled to maintain a fighting posture.

  "What exactly do you mean, Wei Wenbo?"

  "What does it mean?" Wei Ping sneered, "No wonder Yiyang Wuzhu is in your hands and has become what it is today. You fool, you're really stupid. Yiyang Wuzhu was founded by my father with his own hands, even if he's not here, I should be the one to take charge of it. Why are you giving orders? Back then at Wuling Mountain, you watched as my father died in the chaos without lifting a finger, wasn't that because you wanted to seize power over Yiyang Wuzhu for yourself? Wei Wenlong, don't pretend to show any brotherly affection in front of me... I've been wanting to take your life for a long time."

  A pair of tiger eyes, staring round and bright.

  "You say I'm obsessed with military power and intentionally plotted against my uncle's life?"

  "Isn't it?"

  Wei Yan stared blankly at Wei Ping, then suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably.

  He laughed so hard that in the end he was holding his sides with both hands and laughing out tears.

  "A mere Yi Yang Wu Ze, just a single squad, why should I be nostalgic?"

  At first, General Wen Zhongyi invited me to go to Xiangyang, but I refused! Do you think I'm attached to military power? Wei Wenhao, you underestimate me Wei Yan! If it weren't for these brothers who have gone through life and death with me, why would I be reluctant to give up this small position of Governor? Under Wen Ping's command, I can at least become a Marquis, and if luck is on my side, becoming a Commander of a Thousand Men is not impossible.

  "You actually..."

  Wei Yan became more and more agitated, suddenly his left hand grasped the hilt of his sword, lifted up the front of his robe, and with a swift motion of his right hand, cut it into two pieces.

  "Wei Ping, from now on, you are no longer my brother."

  Today, I must take revenge for these old brothers...

  As soon as Wei Yan said this, Wei Ping's face suddenly turned iron-green. But before he could speak, the only surviving long spearman raised his long spear with a swoosh, his left hand hooking the spear to the height of his eyebrow, and his right hand placing the spear on top of the hook, instantly forming a row, bowing his head and taking a step forward.

  Wei Yan's eyes widened in anger, his tiger-like eyes gleaming with tears.

  He glanced at Wei Ping, suddenly one knife was held horizontally in front of his chest, and another knife pointed upwards like a pillar.

  "The enemy is approaching!"

  "Advance at once!" Nine long spear hands simultaneously took a step forward, mouths issuing a string of fierce roars.

  Before Wei Yan could speak again, Chang Heng took two steps forward with his long spear, "Spear in front, I am invincible!"

  There is a group of people over there.

  While our side is less than one-tenth of theirs.

  Even so, the nine righteous Yang Wu warriors burst forth with a shocking fighting spirit.

  In an instant, a fierce and ferocious killing aura spread out before the red forest. This was a kind of killing aura that could only be condensed after countless battles.

  Wei Ping's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly took out a token from his waist.

  "Huang Bing's order is to be followed, Wei Yan has colluded with the Cao traitor and secretly plotted a rebellion. Our military commander has received orders to execute him. You all have been following orders, so there will be no investigation. Our military commander will soon reorganize Yiyang County and revive the prestige of our Yiyang Wu troops from back then. All of you are old brothers who followed my father, but were deceived by Wei Yan, which is also unavoidable. Now it's not too late to turn back. If you continue to follow the rebel traitor, you will be killed without mercy!"

  In an instant, Wei Yan was as if struck by lightning and stood frozen in place.

  He held two knives in his hands, motionless for a long time, with a blank mind... Am I a rebel?

  His straight body suddenly became somewhat hunched. He had worked hard for Liu Biao, but in the end he turned into a rebel?

  No one noticed that behind Wei Ping and others, a corpse crawling on the ground moved slightly.

  Cao Peng thought to himself: As expected, it's Huang She!

  However, he is dealing with himself and seems to have nothing to do with Wei Yan... Now, even if he kills Wei Yan, it won't implicate himself. Wait a minute... He said Wei Yan was a rebel, could it be that... Cao Peng's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

  He seemed to have already guessed Huang Shi's intention!

  "Look at the length of this document. Look at these brothers on earth who have lost their lives because of you."

  "We are willing to follow you because you are a good man, worthy of our following... Now that things have come to this point, don't chill the hearts of these old brothers."

  A tall and majestic figure with a long spear in hand, turned his head and shouted loudly.

  Then he said to Wei Ping, "Wei Ping, when we chose the Marquis of Weidu, it was because we didn't trust you. These old brothers followed your father on campaigns for many years, and you killed them without even blinking an eye. You're a white-eyed wolf, not worthy of our trust."

  "Brothers, what kind of people are we?"

  "Yiyang Wu is dead!"

  "Do you still remember our agreement?"

  "There is an enemy attack! The brave warriors should take the lead!"

  "What kind of soldiers are we in the Righteous Yang Wu Troop?"

  "Halberdier!"

  That man's eyes were filled with a thick murderous intent, and he took a big step forward, "Spearman to the front!"

  Wei Yan's eyes turned red!

  With a flick of his wrist and a burst of speed, he charged forward, "Invincible with me!"

  "With me, there is no enemy!"

  The shouts of Ma Chao and Wei Yan converged in one place, echoing through the forest of red trees.

  Wei Ping's face turned even uglier, he gripped the long knife in his hand tightly and gritted his teeth: "You thing that doesn't know life from death, I'll - kill you!"

  Fifty Jingzhou soldiers immediately rushed out, waving their long knives and charging towards the Weiyang Wu troops.

  Wei Ping stood still on the spot, but did not move.

  The corners of his mouth drew a cold and cruel arc as he shouted: "Kill them all, leave none alive!"

  It sounds like there's a sense of desperation and urgency. However, he is very clear that if these righteous Yang Wu soldiers were to go on a rampage, it would be terrifying. They have been through countless battles, they have come close to death many times. Death, to the righteous Yang Wu soldiers, is actually equivalent to liberation.

  In many people's eyes, the heroic death of a soldier is just a foolhardy act. But Wei Ping knew that these men had long since seen through life and death.

  In the old days, brothers and fathers went into battle together.

  In six years, they had grown accustomed to the deaths of friends, comrades and brothers.

  So they don't care about anything else, just for the sake of that one promise from back then, they gather together.

  Such a person would be extremely deadly in battle. Wei Ping, who had once been a member of the Yi Yang Wu Du, knew this all too well.

  However, although Yiyang Wuze was fierce and cruel, he was ultimately outnumbered.

  The enemy troops rushed over simultaneously, they were almost one against three or four. Wei Yan was even surrounded by more than a dozen hook-handed men. The long knives flashed with cold light, fiercely chopping down. Wei Yan's double knives flew up and down, making a loud humming sound, carrying a sinister knife aura, fighting with the enemy in close quarters. By his ear, he occasionally heard mournful cries... there were those of his brothers, as well as the enemy's wails!

  Wei Yan's eyes were about to drip blood, his left hand holding a knife that suddenly burst open with a hook and pounced forward. The soldiers in front of him hastily dodged to the side, but unexpectedly Wei Yan suddenly turned around and cut down with a single slash. The sharp blade of the dragon-shaped knife sliced across the chest of one of the Jingzhou soldiers from the side, tearing through his clothes and directly opening up a shocking gash on his chest. The Jingzhou soldier let out a miserable cry, fell backwards to the ground, and crashed onto the earth.

  Several Jingzhou soldiers shouted in unison and rushed forward, trapping Wei Yan in the center.

  Nine long halberdiers, plus those two heavily injured ones, fell one by one in the pool of blood. However, the Jingzhou soldiers also paid more than double the price for this. Nearly twenty people died miserably at the hands of Yiyang Wu's troops. Just watching their comrades die miserably further stirred up the ferocity of the Jingzhou soldiers. On the battlefield, only Wei Yan was left, fighting desperately like a trapped beast. He was indeed formidable, killing seven people in a row...

  Wei Ping burst out laughing!

  He has been waiting for an opportunity to kill Wei Yan with his own hands.

  However, he also knew Wei Yan's ferocity, so he never dared to make a move.

  And now, the opportunity has come!

  Wei Ping drew his sword and strode forward with large steps.

  Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from behind him. Wei Ping's heart skipped a beat as he turned around and swung his knife in one motion. However, the knife fell into empty air... In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a cold glint. And it was at that moment when he saw this glint that a soft rebuke reached his ears: "If you can't even spare your own brother, how can you convince others? Go to hell and continue your military dreams..."

  Along with the sound, a cold gleam flashed across his neck.

  Wei Ping could even clearly hear the faint sound of his skin being torn apart by the blade.

  A burst of blood mist sprayed out from his neck, Wei Ping's eyes widened, and a look of incredulity appeared on his face: Who killed me?