Rebirth of a Star General

There were many things hidden in my heart, and I couldn't sleep well at night. The next day, He Yan woke up before dawn. After the morning training, she went to talk to Hong Shan.

Hong Shandao: "Yesterday, Shito and I took turns guarding for half the night, and we didn't find anything wrong."

He Yan looked at Shi Shi, Shi Shi nodded to her.

"No movement all night?"

"No, I slept more than us." Hong Shan looked at He Yan suspiciously: "You are thinking too much, Hu Yuanzhong is just an ordinary hunter, and I can't say anything wrong. The family is so poor, Pretty pathetic."

"Brother Ahe, what's wrong with him, why would you doubt him?" Mai Qi asked.

What's wrong? In fact, in the final analysis, that is, there is a rash on the wrist at the tiger's mouth, which is really not a big doubt. Just picking it right at this time when Xiao Jue was going out made her feel that something was wrong.

On the battlefield, I have walked too many times on the edge of life and death. Sometimes, the body can make direct judgments far better than the brain. One of the words of a veteran she once talked to was: Ordinary people's intuitions may be wrong, but for people like us, our intuitions about danger are nine times out of ten.

She pondered for a moment and said, "Let me take a look."

Hong Shan shrugged and stopped asking.

In the evening, all the daily training was over, He Yan went to Shen Muxue's house to get the medicine, and then went to Hu Yuanzhong. Hu Yuanzhong was alone in the room, looking down at a piece of paper.

When He Yan pushed the door in, he immediately hid the paper in his hand in his arms.

"Brother Hu, what are you doing alone in the room?" He Yan asked with a smile as if he didn't see his movements.

"I didn't do anything," Hu Yuanzhong sighed, "My legs aren't ready yet, so I can't get out of bed, so I can only stay in the room, causing you trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble," He Yan said with a smile: "You are so seriously injured, of course you should take good care of it."

She rolled up her trousers for Hu Yuanzhong and squatted down to apply the medicine. She didn't take a close look yesterday, but since she came here with suspicion today, she looked very carefully.

The two legs of the hunter were covered with scars. The largest one was probably scratched by a stone, and the bones were deep, and it was also the most serious.

"I heard from Miss Shen that Brother Hu met a bear when he was going up the mountain," He Yan asked casually, "Are there any bears at this season?"

The bears in Baiyue Mountain, I am afraid that they are hibernating during the day, and it is not easy for Hu Yuanzhong to bump into one.

"Yeah," Hu Yuanzhong scratched his head, "I was unlucky, I didn't find a fox, and I met a bear first."

"How can you say bad luck?" He Yan shook his head, "If you meet a bear, you can get out of your body, but not everyone can do it. I heard that a bear's eyes are not easy to use, but they are very sensitive to smells, Brother Hu. At that time, he was injured and covered in blood, and the bear didn't catch up. Brother Hu was already very powerful."

"Also," He Yan didn't stop moving his hands without looking at Hu Yuanzhong's expression, and continued: "Brother Hu was buried in the snow and was rescued by Miss Shen. I only go up the mountain every three or five days, if Brother Hu goes up the mountain for a day at night, or if he falls in the wrong place, I’m afraid he won’t be in Liangzhou Wei now.”

Hu Yuanzhong was stunned for a while, then nodded and said, "Indeed, it's all thanks to Miss Shen."

He Yan smiled slightly, applied the wound medicine, pulled down his trouser legs for him, and handed over the medicine bowl. When Hu Yuanzhong took the medicine bowl, He Yan's eyes fell on his wrist again, and he pulled the sleeve of his clothes. It's a little longer, but a red patch can still be faintly seen at the tiger's mouth.

"How many years has Big Brother Hu been a hunter?"

Hu Yuanzhong said while drinking the medicine, "It's been seven or eight years."

"Have you been hunting on Baiyue Mountain all the time?"

She asked quickly, and Hu Yuanzhong hesitated before saying, "Yes."

"Have you ever been to Baiyue Mountain on such a snowy day in the past few years?"

"No, never."

"Why do you want to go again this year?"

"It's really because I don't have enough to eat." After Hu Yuanzhong took the last sip of the soup, he looked at He Yan strangely: "Brother He, what are you asking about?"

He Yan lowered his head and smiled: "Just a little curious."

She reached out to pick up the empty bowl in Hu Yuanzhong's hand.

Hu Yuanzhong stretched out his hand.

When He Yan's hand stretched out to Hu Yuanzhong, he suddenly changed direction and slashed directly at the door of Hu Yuanzhong. Hu Yuanzhong couldn't dodge in time, so he just fled back in a panic. He Yan's hand hit him in the chest, and the latter screamed. , spit out a mouthful of blood—

However, the young man did not stop for a minute, and went straight into Hu Yuanzhong's shirt and took out a piece of paper.

"Give it back to me—" Hu Yuanzhong shouted, but because He Yan's palm just now was like a deflated ball, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, half of his body was lying on the collapsed, and he reached out his hand to He Yan in vain.

The movement was so loud that it alarmed the people next to him. The surrounding recruits heard the sound and ran in one after another. As soon as they entered, they saw Hu Yuanzhong vomiting blood while covering his chest. He Yan was standing on the slump with a piece of paper in his hand.

"What's the matter? What happened!"

Hu Yuanzhong said with difficulty: "He robbed me of something..."

"What did you steal from him?" the recruit asked.

He Yan looked down at the yellow paper in his hand.

There is a poem written on the yellow paper, "Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, which flows eastward day and night without rest."

The handwriting is beautiful, and at first glance it is written by a woman.

"What is this?" He Yan asked him with a frown.

Hu Yuanzhong stared at him, furious, and did not speak.

"What's the matter?" Shen Muxue's voice sounded from behind, she happened to be nearby, heard the movement and followed, and what she saw was such a tense scene.

"He Yan?" She looked suspiciously at He Yan, then at Hu Yuanzhong, who was clutching his chest, walked to Hu Yuanzhong, and asked in surprise, "Why is the injury worse?" She saw the blood on Hu Yuanzhong's lips again. "Who did it?"

Hu Yuanzhong glared at He Yan.

Shen Muxue frowned: "He Yan, what have you done?"

"I just slapped him lightly." He Yan smiled and said, "I probably didn't have a good grasp of the strength."

"Nonsense! He is still injured, how can he bear your palm?"

Hu Yuanzhong struggled to get up and stretched out a hand towards He Yan, his tone was still angry: "Give it back to me!"

He Yan shrugged and returned the paper with love poems to him.

"What is this?" a recruit asked, "What did you steal from him?"

Shen Muxue also looked over, and Hu Yuanzhong said sadly, "This is written by my deceased wife..."

It was the remains of his deceased wife.

"He Yan, what are you doing with other people's relics?" Some recruits couldn't see it, "No wonder people are so angry."

"I don't know it's a relic, it's just a joke with Big Brother Hu," He Yan said ashamed: "Big Brother Hu won't be angry with me, right?"

Hu Yuanzhong looked at He Yan and seemed to be out of breath. He finally had to endure it and said, "It's okay, don't do this kind of thing in the future." After that, he coughed violently and became extremely weak.

Seeing this scene, Shen Muxue didn't look good either, so she only said to He Yan, "Forget it, He Yan, it's none of your business here, you go out first, and I will be responsible for Hu Yuanzhong's wound medicine. Come here every day."

Live like He Yan is the plague god who causes trouble.

"Okay." He Yan was not angry, replied with a smile, glanced at Hu Yuanzhong, turned and walked out the door.

As soon as he stepped out the door, the smile on his face disappeared.

She did it on purpose just now. People will react instinctively when they are at a critical juncture. Just like when Ding Yi was testing whether she was really blind in Liangzhou City. If Hu Yuanzhong was not injured as badly as he appeared on the surface, he would naturally fight back.

But he didn't, and he took He Yan's palm abruptly. If it was just like this, it would be fine, but He Yan deliberately kept an eye on it when he launched that palm.

The palm she gave to Hu Yuanzhong looked aggressive on the surface, but in fact it didn't take much effort. Hu Yuanzhong's flesh hurt at most, and he definitely wouldn't bleed. After all, He Yan didn't want to hurt people's lives. If she thought too much about everything, wouldn't Hu Yuanzhong suffer in vain?

That's where the problem lies. He Yan is very confident in his grasp of strength. With such a lethal palm, Hu Yuanzhong actually vomited blood? If it wasn't for her miscalculation of her own strength, this person was lying.

He Yan thought that Hu Yuanzhong was lying.

As for the piece of paper with love poems in his arms, it is even more strange. A person who carries the relics of his deceased wife with him is naturally an affectionate person. A person who is affectionate should not have other thoughts in the face of a beautiful doctor girl. .

He Yan looked at all this as if she was watching a bad show, but unfortunately, even though she was full of doubts, she couldn't tell others about it. I'm afraid she said to others that the palm of her hand was a false shot, and others thought she was evading responsibility and said it deliberately lightly.

This is really tricky.

She walked and walked, and after a while, Mai and the others followed. They first breathed a sigh of relief when they saw her, and whispered, "Brother Ah He, they said you beat Hu Yuanzhong? But is it true?"

It's only been a stick of incense, how did all Liangzhou know about it?

"real."

"You still doubt him?" Hong Shan frowned and said, "If you suspect that he has a problem, we will help you to watch, why beat people, do you know that now all the people in Liangzhou Wei are talking about you... they are talking about you ..." He hesitated.

He Yan asked, "What did you say about me?"

"Brother Ahe, you are bullying the weak and arrogant and domineering." Wheat said.

He Yan was silent.

Things got even weirder.

"Brother Ahe, what should I do now?" Mai looked at him worriedly, "Would you like to explain it to others?"

"No need." He Yan narrowed his eyes and said. Since this person dispelled the rumors so quickly, it was for her. The explanation is futile. Rather than explaining these senseless rumors, she is more suspicious of Hu Yuanzhong's purpose and how to expose this person.

"Continue to stare at him at night." He Yan said, "I'll take another look."

Mai and Hong Shan looked at each other and stopped talking.

...

For a few days in a row, it was calm.

In Liangzhou Weili, nothing happened. Mai's head helped He Yan to look at Hu Yuanzhong every day, but he didn't find any flaws. However, a few people from Hongshan didn't sleep well at night. During the training on the second day, they were absent-minded in the dark under their eyes, and were trained by Liang Ping several times.

As for He Yan, every day he wanted to personally see what happened to Hu Yuanzhong and if he could get more news. However, Shen Muxue guarded her like a thief, and strictly prohibited He Yan from approaching Hu Yuanzhong, for fear that He Yan would accidentally injure Hu Yuanzhong again by "playing around". Therefore, after a few days, He Yan didn't even touch Hu Yuanzhong's edge, let alone catch his flaws.

That night, He Yan walked to the martial arts field alone. Because of the injury, He Yan's night training has been changed to once every three days.

Xiao Jue has been gone for more than half a month, and there is not even a sound. He Yan secretly asked Cheng Lisu if there was any news from Zhangtai, and Cheng Lisu did not know. Originally, when Xiao Jue was there, he didn't feel anything, but after he left, he felt that Liangzhou Wei couldn't do without him. Otherwise, let Xiao Jue reveal the matter a little bit, and with this person's mind, the designation will be able to see the clues. Now she doesn't even have anyone to discuss with, which is really difficult.

She walked to the bow and crossbow, and was about to practice bow and crossbow, when she heard a sound on the other side of the horse road, and when she looked up, she saw a black figure galloping towards the top of Baiyue Mountain on horseback.

Now, in the middle of the night, why would anyone go up the mountain? However, the past few days have been clear and sunny, and the snow on the mountain has melted a little, so it is easier to walk than the past few days. He Yan wanted to call someone, but the martial arts field was too far from the Tongpu room where the recruits lived.

Seeing that the man was running farther and farther, and was about to disappear into the darkness of the mountains and forests, He Yan didn't care about anything else, he pulled out a horse from the stable, jumped over, and chased after him.

In Baiyue Mountain in winter, the soil is piercingly cold, especially when the snow melts and horses step on it, it is very easy to slip. The man in front of him didn't have any troubles, he just walked forward with the starlight in the forest. He Yan couldn't see clearly either, so he followed away, unable to surpass the past for a while.

He also knew the topography of Baiyue Mountain very well, so he was looking for paths to walk, and repeatedly tried to bring He Yan into the ditch. But He Yan has remembered the road much better than others over the years. He had walked through the fight for the flag once, and then he had walked twice after chopping wood. He had already memorized the dangerous places by heart, and he was not fooled. Yan didn't take the bait, so he turned the horse's head and went in a different direction.

He Yan chased after him very tightly.

She suspected that this person was Hu Yuanzhong, but why did Hu Yuanzhong go up the mountain late at night? It can't be to turn over and go home in the dead of night when no one is there.

One thing, too little can be seen, it is difficult to launch a panorama. You can't push the panorama, and you don't have to waste time. Just pull out the source and ask clearly.

She had to catch this person today.

If you don't take the small road, the road will be much wider. He Yan's horse catches up, and the distance is getting closer and closer. He was forced to stop by He Yan and wanted to escape, but He Yan rushed up and fought him.

When she came, she left in a hurry. There was only an iron-headed stick left on the weapon rack. He Yan took it down at will. At this moment, under the darkness of the night, the man turned over and jumped up, and He Yan could see clearly. This man's face was covered, and his whole body was tightly wrapped. Only a pair of eyes were exposed. A pair of eyes to identify the identity. He stood still, holding a large knife in his hand, the blade of which was like a crescent moon, flashing a cold light in the night.

"Scimitar?" He Yan's heart jumped wildly.

Qiang soldiers love to use a machete because it is convenient for cutting meat. Not only can kill, but also eat meat. He Yan has also experienced the power of this machete. She has seen a comrade-in-arms hit by this machete, and the head fell to the ground before the blood came out. During the years when the Western Qiang invaded the Central Plains, what the commander Ridamuji liked most was to cut off the heads of the captives with a machete, string them into a string, and tie them to the tail of his beloved horse.

Seeing this machete at this moment, He Yan knew that this person was a method of the Qiang people.

She frowned: "Are you really a Qiang?"

Hearing this, the man laughed strangely, his voice hoarse and chaotic, "How do you know?"

"Stop talking nonsense," He Yan put the iron-headed stick on the ground, stared at him and said coldly, "Tell me, what is the purpose of sneaking into Liangzhou Guard?"

"Shh—" The man put his index finger on his lips, and said, "Be quiet, so as not to be discovered." Seeing that He Yan was silent, he seemed to be amused, and said, "If you beat me, I will Tell you."

"Insolent!" He Yan scolded, the voice fell, and he rushed towards the man.

Although the iron-headed stick is not as sharp as a machete, it is more simple and hard, and it is difficult to get close to it when it is swung. He Yan was injured before, but now the wound is not completely healed, and there are many restraints in his actions, but even if he fights with this person, for example, it is indistinguishable.

The masked man used the machete extremely well, and he was so proficient that it was eye-catching. He Yan was forced to retreat step by step. Suddenly, her footsteps stopped. Because of the sudden stop, she brought up the snow that rolled up at her feet. When she looked back, there was an abyss behind her.

"Is it discovered?" The man laughed and said, "Why didn't you fall for it?"

"Because your technique is really lame." He Yan said coldly, after saying that, the iron-headed stick hit the ground for a while, and then jumped forward with the stick and fell behind the masked man. The movements of her hands were also non-stop, slashing down towards the opponent's head fiercely—

But the stick failed, the man turned sideways to avoid it, and the iron-headed stick slashed on the opponent's shoulder. Even so, it was enough. He Yan practiced stone locks every day, and his strength was no longer the weakness when he first entered Liangzhou Wei. The Manchu Han with Huang Xiong's physique would have to suffer, not to mention this person.

The masked man snorted in pain when he was hit by He Yan, and the machete in his hand was almost unsteady. Even so, his right hand had lost strength, and he couldn't swing his machete for the time being.

"How?" He Yan sneered.

The other party didn't say a word, turned and ran forward, just to escape, He Yan frowned and followed. She had amazing endurance, amazing physical strength, and ran fast enough. For a while, the masked man couldn't get rid of He Yan.

As long as you catch up with this person and take off his face towel, you can know his identity. The witnesses and evidence gathered together, dressed like this and went up the mountain in the middle of the night. If it was really Hu Yuanzhong and Shen Han tortured him, he should be able to ask what they were planning.

Just thinking about it, he suddenly saw the person in front of him stop, and he shouted at He Yan, "I'll give you a present!" The machete was thrown towards He Yan's heart, and He Yan subconsciously caught it, holding the handle of the knife, But when I saw a person in the jungle, "Guru Lu" got out again.

In the darkness of the night, the man who got out was actually wearing the red uniforms of the Liangzhou Guard recruits.

The mountain road is a long sloping slope, and the recruits rolled all the way down, and further down, it was an abyss. He Yan looked at the masked man and smiled, fled to the depths of the jungle, gritted his teeth, and turned to chase the falling recruits.

The recruits in strong suits rolled faster and faster without even a single groan. He Yan's heart sank, and he flew up and swept across the middle of the long slope. , After a moment, finally stopped in front of a tree.

The body in his arms was still warm, but he didn't say a word. He Yan looked down, and through the starlight, a young face was revealed.

She was stunned for a moment.

There are tens of thousands of recruits in Liangzhou Guard, and she can't remember everyone's name. She remembered the face of this man, the coward Wang Xiaohan who was fighting for the flag on Baiyue Mountain before and met on the way down the mountain.

The boy who was still blushing a few days ago thanked her, but now there is no trace of blood on his face. His eyes are wide, as if he was full of horror before he died. Putting it in front of him, He Yan looked down at his hand, which was covered in blood. She unbuttoned the boy's shirt tremblingly. There was a huge blood hole on her chest, and some flesh was pulled away, making it seem a little hollow.

He died by the machete.

No matter how many lives and deaths she had seen, every time she faced the death of the people around her, He Yan couldn't take it calmly. She closed her eyes, a burst of anger arose in her heart, and murmured in a low voice, "Beast!"

He was still so young, and he died in the desolate night of Baiyue Mountain before he even actually went to the battlefield. If He Yan hadn't followed the masked man up tonight, he would have died quietly, only on the second day. At that time, the brother of the guard found out that such a person was missing.

Missing... such a person?

Why did you drag this young man up a mountain to kill him? Was he silenced because of something he bumped into, or was there another reason?

No, no!

He Yan held the boy's hand tightly, and he was caught!

As soon as she thought of this, she heard people's voices rustling in front of her, and someone shouted, "Did you see anyone? Where is it?"

Suddenly, the bushes in front of him were swept away, revealing the face of a recruit with a torch in his hand, who happened to be looking at He Yan.

You don't have to think about it, you know how grim the picture is at the moment.

She was holding a machete in her hand. The machete was still bloodstained, and her hands were bloody. In her hand, a Liangzhou recruit was lying on his back, unable to rest his eyes, with a bloody hole in his chest, which was shocking.

"Look, I found it!" The recruit shouted in panic, rolling back and crawling back, "Killed! He Yan killed!"

The people who came quickly followed him. He Yan raised his head and saw dozens of people, including Shen Han and Liangping, all the instructors. They stared at He Yan, their eyes uncertain, Du Mao shouted, "He Yan, you actually killed someone?"

The murder weapon is in her hand, the body is at her feet, she went up the mountain late at night, and she behaved suspiciously. No matter how you look at it, she looks like a spy with ulterior motives and murder.

This is the real gift that the masked man gave her.