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Chapter 7: Invincibility

This woman is very tall. Among women, she is as tall as the slightly hunched Bai Ya, which can be described as "tall and tall". She is neither fat nor thin, and her exposed arms are very strong.

The kind who wields a knife and a gun. She is good-looking, but not that gentle and graceful, but so heroic. She is wearing soft armor, and the rest of the dark red fabric looks like dried blood.

"This..." The two of them were speechless for a moment.

Bai Ya's eyes flickered to her for a few moments, then he moved his gaze back to Yue Bai Zhi's gauze tent.

"Isn't this a bit of a joke?"

"Why, do you really look down on women?" Yue Baizhi asked provocatively, but Bai Ya didn't answer, "Don't underestimate Miss Jun. If you don't know her, you should know her father."

A name came to mind between the two of them.

You are drunk.

General Jun is a strange man. He has fought on the battlefield, fought without danger, and passed through millions of enemy troops without any harm. He is invincible. His parents are people in the market. In his early years, the frontier was uncertain. When he was young, his father was captured and dragged away.

He went to war and never came back. He was the only son in the family, and his mother took care of him

She hid him in the mountains with him. Especially when there was a military conscription, she would not come down from the mountains. The mother and son relied on food and wild fruits to carry them through those days. Although he was young at the time, he was well-behaved and rarely made trouble. Her mother used home-made wine.

A kind of mild sweet wine was dipped on his lips. He licked the wine and became honest, not knowing what happened.

Until the flames of war came to this unknown village. His mother locked him in the cellar and moved a heavy water tank on top of the cellar. She didn't know where a weak woman got the strength. Until it was quiet outside, the remaining people in the court

Searching among the ruins, I heard a cry for help coming from under the large water tank.

They broke the water tank and rescued the boy, but failed to find his mother. A fire burned the place clean, and not a single recognizable face was left. So the boy joined the army and named himself. A kind of

The innate talent for war burst out from this child, mixed with a silent hatred. There were many people of his age in the army who had close relationships with him.

Among the good ones, the oldest is no more than twenty. They rarely go to the battlefield because they are short of manpower and have to go there as a last resort. They also train with the army on weekdays. After all, they are just children, and many of them were captured, like him

Not many people survive such disasters. They are all playful, often lazy, and then get punished together. He is the only one who goes to the training ground before dawn every day.

There are fewer and fewer familiar faces around him. He survived war after war and stood out again and again. During the long period of resisting foreign enemies, he slowly climbed to the position of general. Every time he was promoted, he was covered in filth.

The ground is covered with blood and bones. He should be the youngest and most promising person in his generation.

.The most interesting thing is that he never lets his subordinates drink alcohol - because drinking will cause trouble, but he often drinks it down one jar at a time. Most of it was trained in his childhood. The person who never pours a thousand cups is said to be General Jun.

Character. If he takes a few sips of wine before taking up the gun and going into battle, he will be more heroic than before.

In addition to his personal bravery and proficiency in fighting, he also has a superb commanding ability. This is not a reward from God, but something he summed up step by step starting from a sentry soldier. To strategize and win a thousand-mile victory, one must reach the age of thirty.

Jun Luanjiu is often praised. He gets along well with his subordinates on a daily basis and understands almost everyone. He is very good at using people and knows who has the best talent.

What kind of battle can be suitable, whose personality is suitable for what position. Summary and analysis of past battles between oneself and others, utilization of terrain and natural conditions, on-the-spot reaction, coordination between far and near, troop deployment, strategic choices, without him, there would be no calculation.

Come. In addition, this person has a clear distinction between public and private affairs, has an upright character, and has taken the time to read a variety of books. His superiors and subordinates all admire him and praise him.

He didn't have a wife, he never had one, and he couldn't have one. He knew that some people in the army would become weak and sentimental if they had wives and children. He had personally killed several deserters, and before he died, he always cried for his family.

Wife, children, old and young, beg for forgiveness. He was not merciful, but gave part of his allowance to their families. If he could hide it, he would say that the father of the child, the husband of the wife, and the son of the old man were war fighters.

Even if they meet the senior officials accompanying them, they will write the truth in the letter. There are also some people who will become more determined and brave after having a family. They know that they need to use the swords, guns and bows in their hands to protect the country behind them. Such people also

Many of them would sometimes die tragically, sometimes live happily, and then throw themselves into the next battle, gradually reach the same or higher position as him, or disappear in a certain conquest.

But he has a daughter.

His daughter was very similar to him. She was the only living thing found among the ruins burned by the war. That year, when he was thirty-two, he heard a girl crying beside a pair of charred corpses. The soldiers could not persuade her.

, he came over and handed the heavy spear into her hand. She stopped, took it in her hand, and plunged it deeply into the ground. But after a while, she started crying uncontrollably. A soldier went to get the gun and pulled it out.

It took a long time to pull it out.

At that time, the ground was oozing with blood.

It's just that this time it's not a matter of resisting foreigners. The border has been stabilized, but internal chaos has arisen. The town where this girl lives is a victim of wars between princes. General Jun knows that the recent wars are completely different from those in the early years. But there is no way. The soldiers also

Well, all a general can do is obey instructions, obey arrangements, pick up weapons, and kill all lives that are regarded as enemies in the eyes of others. Any thoughts other than this should not be possessed by chess pieces.

But there are some things he can decide, for example, he adopted the girl.

He didn't have much money, nor was he stable enough. A few shabby clothes left over from the team and a few mouthfuls of dry food shared by everyone raised the girl who was less than ten years old. At that time, he was still responsible for guarding the border.

They were only occasionally transferred back to fight. The border was much more stable, and the management was much looser. Raising one or two orphans was like a dog or cat, just a mouthful of food.

Under his guidance, his daughter learned to turn hatred into strength. That weird war talent manifested in her body like a ghost, which was shocking. She was thrown into the army, and she was a little thin compared to the soldiers.

, but her physique is very strong and she is extremely strong. When she was fifteen, she could arm-wrestle with a twenty-year-old boy, and the outcome was 50-50. The important thing is that no one gave in to her.

The late emperor once gave Jun Luanjiu a Mo Dao, which weighed more than 20 kilograms. It was heavier than ordinary spears and was not suitable for fighting. It was just a decoration. Jun Luanjiu said that he would pass this sword on to his daughter on her twentieth birthday.

Give it to her. At that time, there was no reason for anyone to say that she was a picked-up wild child. She didn't care about those unpleasant truths, but she yearned for the knife and often got into the tent to touch it when no one was around.

Take a look, I love it so much that I am speechless.

An accident happened. When she was eighteen years old, General Jun was in a bitter battle, and there were only less than twenty people left with him, unable to break out of the encirclement. She learned about this from the messenger who had escaped from death, and held a stranger.

The knife led hundreds of people to the battlefield.

Before this, she had never actually participated in a real battle. Those who were willing to follow her were all her father's loyal subordinates and friends, as well as her own partners. That battle really made them feel that they were under twenty.

The heroine was impressed.

What impressed everyone the most was that she held the handle of the knife with both hands, tightly grasped the horse's body with her legs, and wrapped the reins tightly around her arms to prevent herself from falling off the horse. She turned sideways and waved the Mo Dao hard. Her big red horse and the enemy

The general's black horse ran towards him, and the long soldiers gave her an advantage. The sword cut straight down from the enemy horse's neck, and with the help of inertia, it slashed all the way across and split out from the horse's hind leg bone.

The knife came out still white - they and their horses were too fast.

The enemy rolled off his horse, and the horse's lower body was still running. It stepped on his chest and made him unable to move. The accompanying soldiers immediately shot him.

Jun Luanjiu just watched his daughter coming to kill her horse, blood bathed in the air.

The story about her quickly spread all over the country. Old diehards who originally held the attitude of "women fight no wars" also turned their attention to her, and various places opened up permission for women to go to war. It's a pity that it was a few years too late. They had to protect their families and the country earlier.

, but there are also many women who are willing to stand up. Now there is only internal fighting, and neither men nor women want to get involved, they just want to live a good life.

The only one who was not so happy was probably her father.

"This knife is given to you in advance, but you are never allowed to go to the battlefield again."

"Why?!" She was dissatisfied with her father's decision, "I saved you! Can't I do it? Don't you see what I look like? How am I not like a soldier, and how am I inferior to you?!"

"Because I saw it!" he yelled back.

Perhaps other people will never understand what Jun Luanjiu is thinking, not even his daughter. But since then, the relationship between father and daughter has plummeted, and they almost no longer speak to each other.

However, the legend about this heroine continues. Everyone knows the story of Jun Luanjiu's daughter holding an imperial sword and breaking into a tight siege, splitting a war horse in two.

From then on, she got another name - Zhan Ma Aoyan.

Her name is Jun Aoyan.

"She is going to look for her father just like you." Yue Baizhi said, "You can go together, it's good to be a companion."

"It's impossible." Bai Ya blurted out.

"What's the point? Why, you don't think that men and women are not close to each other, right?" Bai Zhi laughed at him, "We are all Jianghu people, how can there be so many rules. Maybe you have heard some rumors that the relationship between father and daughter is somewhat tense.

As a woman, I

It’s understandable. When a daughter grows up, it’s always easy for her to become estranged from her rigid father, but she still loves her in her heart. Didn’t Liudao Wuchang also entrust you to find the whereabouts of those missing Wuchangs? Aoyan accepted the order.

, she will help you."

"..."


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