This man was five or six years older than me, and a little stronger than me. He was seven feet tall, with high-spirited and sharp eyes. He wore ragged clothes on the outside and fine armor on the inside, and he held a long spear upside down.

Those who can play Changsha these days are not ordinary people.

As soon as this person appeared, the Yongliang army's momentum surged.

"Zuoying Colonel Hu Fen!" Linghu Sheng beside him gasped.

It is impossible for Zhao Yun, Zhang Liao, and Yang Zheng not to know, but who is Hu Fen?

Can you pretend better than yourself?

There seems to be this person in Romance of the Three Kingdoms?

Yang Zheng’s memory is not clear.

"This man is from the Hu family in Anding. He has a reputation for bravery in the Yongliang army. His father Hu Zun is the general of Zhenxi and a close confidant of Taifu Sima." Linghu Sheng quickly said in Yang Zheng's ear.

Isn't General Zhenxi just one level lower than Xiahou Xuan's General Zhengxi?

When he heard that he was a confidant of Taifu Sima, the son of General Zhenxi, and the Colonel of Zuoying, Yang Zheng became a little scared.

Yang Zheng still knew who he could pretend to be in front of and who he couldn't pretend to be.

But the current situation seems to be a bit difficult.

Du Zhan also looked at Hu Fen in surprise, as if he didn't know there was such an iron plate in his camp.

His face was filled with joy and his waist straightened up.

Hu Fen stared at Yang Zheng, with a ferocious look in his eyes, "I heard that you have a reputation for bravery. It's a good time for a battle today. If you win, everything will be yours. If you lose, don't blame a certain subordinate for being ruthless. Of course, you

Now you can go back with your tail between your legs."

"General!" Du Zhan spoke to stop him.

The captain is already a senior military officer.

Moreover, Hu Fen had a bright future, and there were people in the court, including Hu Zun, his brothers Hu Lie, Hu Guang, and Hu Qi, who were all officials and generals and were highly valued by the court.

Taking the initiative to challenge a general is already a compliment to Yang Zheng.

But Hu Fen was determined, "Don't say any more words."

Everyone looked at Yang Zheng.

A high-ranking school captain actually came to do this kind of thing.

This also confirmed Yang Zheng's suspicion that the dispatch of the Yongliang army had the tacit approval of the superiors.

The soldiers on the left and right were all looking at him, and Yang Zheng smiled bitterly in his heart. If he didn't go up, it would definitely be impossible.

Men can be defeated, but they can never admit defeat.

Otherwise, the persona that you have worked so hard to build will collapse.

"Since Lieutenant Hu is so elegant, how dare you not accompany me!"

A hint of apprehension flashed in Hu Fen's eyes, he threw the long spear in his hand on the ground, pulled out the sword from his waist, and waved to Yang Zheng gracefully.

Yang Zheng was not polite. He roared and advanced with his sword.

Since you kicked the iron plate, kick it through!

He swung the knife with his right hand and made a fist with his left hand, preparing to hit Hu Fen hard on the face.

The sword carries lightning, and the fist holds wind and thunder.

As long as it's not a horse fight, Yang Zheng is worthy of anyone.

Because horse fighting is so dangerous, life and death often depend on a matter of seconds.

Practicing with Linghu Sheng, Zhang Te, and Zhou Yu for so many days was not in vain.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

There was a look of surprise in Hu Fen's eyes, but he was also one of the most brave generals in the Yongliang army. He could see that Yang Zhengdao punched first and then the murderous intention was all in the left uppercut.

He stepped sideways to avoid Yang Zheng's knife, and then swung his fist to meet Yang Zheng's uppercut.

With a "pop" sound, the two fists actually touched each other.

A huge force came from Hu Fen's fist. Yang Zheng couldn't help but take two steps back, but Hu Fen took three steps back.

The soldiers on both sides all cheered loudly.

Although the Yongliang army was at odds with the Chinese army, worshiping the strong was the common denominator among the soldiers.

After one round, both of them knew what was going on.

Hu Fen put away his previous contempt, held the knife in both hands, and his eyes became more serious than ever before.

Although Yang Zheng took some advantage, it was all because Hu Fen underestimated the enemy and was careless.

Now that he doesn't underestimate the enemy, Yang Zheng's heart is slipping.

In terms of strength, Yang Zheng is slightly inferior. The main reason is that Hu Fen's body is indeed strong. Just standing in front of him brings great pressure.

Of course, Hu Fen's 267 body is when a man is at his strongest.

Yang Zheng had just turned twenty, and all that was restless in his body was brute force.

And he is not the kind of talented warrior in history.

Not daring to give Hu Fen any more time to adapt, Yang Zheng drew his sword and advanced rapidly, slashing at him randomly. A strong wind blew up, opening and closing the door.

Trying to catch Hu Fen off guard.

Hu Fen was indeed a little panicked at first, and the two men's swords struck each other with sparks, but after ten breaths, he got used to it.

When Yang Zheng was weak, he suddenly followed the knife and released all the strength in his body instantly.

It was as if there was really a beam of electricity transmitted from his sword. Yang Zheng's tiger's mouth felt numb, and the Huanshou sword flew away from his hand.

A look of contempt appeared on Hu Fen's face again.

Lost?

Linghu Sheng, Zhang Te, and Zhou Yu looked at him with concern.

Others have a somewhat complicated look.

As if to say: So you are nothing more than that!

Yang Zheng's heart sank to the bottom, thinking of the wounded soldiers in the city, looking desperately at the sky in the rain, and then killing themselves with rusty swords...

The stubbornness from the previous life suddenly burst out in his body.

As long as you are still standing, you are not defeated!

"Come again!" Yang Zheng waved his fist and slid up.

At this moment, Hu Fen had a strange look in his eyes. He actually threw away the ring-shou knife and made a fist start to welcome Yang Zheng's fist.

Although he is Sima Yi's confidant, he is also a hero.

The folk customs in Kansai are generally like this.

When it comes to swordplay, Yang Zheng admits that he is no match for him, but his boxing skills are different.

Military boxing combines the essence of Sanda, fighting, Muay Thai, and ancient boxing. It is fierce and fierce, and pays attention to one fatal blow.

The reason why Yang Zheng was able to suppress Hu Fen in the first place was not with the knife, but with his fists.

With crackling, fists and sliding steps, Hu Fen could barely fight back at first, but he soon fell into passive defense.

How can Yang Zheng give him another chance to adapt?

The fist hit his head and face even more fiercely.

What captain, what general, it doesn't matter at this moment.

Yang Zheng only had one thought in his mind: defeat the enemy in front of him!

"Ah!" He couldn't help but roared.

It was like a beast that had been forced into a desperate situation and was fighting back crazily.

Although I have only been in this world for more than a month, every step and every day is not easy, and every step is in crisis, like walking on thin ice.

With a "pop" sound, Yang Zheng hit Hu Fenzuo hard on the face with a heavy punch.

Hu Fen's whole body fell backward.

At that moment, it was as if all sounds disappeared.

Yang Zheng looked at the fallen Hu Fen in confusion, a little unbelievable.

"General!" Du Zhan and other Yongliang troops hurried forward.

Hu Fen's eyes rolled up and he was about to faint, but he persisted with his strong perseverance.

In a few breaths, Hu Fen regained his composure, pushed Du Zhan and others away, struggled three times, then stood up with some difficulty, staggered, and spit out a mouthful of blood foam from his mouth.

Yang Zheng gasped violently.

Suddenly, Hu Fen looked up to the sky and laughed, "I am not as good as you in boxing skills, and you are not as good as me in swordsmanship. How about a draw?"

This magnanimity and heroism are truly heartbreaking.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but feel respect in his heart, "Thank you, Captain Hu, for taking over."

It was indeed a concession. If Hu Fen had been holding a knife in his hand, he would have been defeated long ago, and what he was holding before was a long spear.

In the past month, this person has also been the most broad-minded, far surpassing Pang Hui, Cao Shuang, Deng Yang and others.

"Well done to you, Yang Zheng and Yang Xingyun, I will remember you." At this moment, Hu Fen's eyes no longer contained contempt or arrogance, but a sense of equal sympathy and sympathy.

If he weren't in a different camp, Yang Zheng would really want to make friends with this person.
Chapter completed!