Almost an hour had passed since Wei Yan left the camp.
The camp was very quiet, and no one seemed to have much emotional fluctuations. But Deng Ji could feel that there was a strange atmosphere permeating this simple, temporary camp.
A little depressed, and a little murderous.
Perhaps, in the eyes of Yiyang warriors, fighting and killing has become a habit.
Everyone looked calm on the surface. But the weapons that were usually placed together during breaks were all in their hands at this time.
Deng Ji inspected the camp, said hello to Tang Ji, and then returned to the military tent.
Wei Yan was not here at this time, and Deng Ji, as a follower, became the highest commander in the camp. This was also the first time that Deng Ji experienced such a thing. He was a little nervous for a while, but at the same time, he felt a little excited in his heart.
and excitement. Two armies confront each other and fight on the battlefield. This is what every man longs for. Although Deng Ji was a scholar, he also had such a dream when he was young.
"Hutou, you go down and have a rest."
Wang Mai hardly had a good rest that day and was busy following Deng Ji all the time.
So much so that when I sit down now, I feel a little tired. After all, the boy who is only fourteen years old, according to the ancient method of calculating his age, even if he is two years old, he is only sixteen years old, which is indeed a bit overwhelmed.
"Deng Jiecong, I'm not tired!"
"Bullshit, I'm a little tired, how can you not be tired?" Seeing that Wang Mai was still stubborn, Deng Ji immediately turned his face and shouted: "Go back and rest quickly, maybe there will be more things to do tomorrow.
If you don't get a good rest, where will your energy come from?"
"But Ah Fu said that he wants me to never leave you."
"Ah Fu must also listen to me. If you listen to Ah Fu, you must listen to me, otherwise you will be subject to military law."
Deng Ji's voice was fierce, so Wang Mai had no choice but to agree.
However, after Wang Mai left, Deng Ji fell into deep thought.
Cao Peng's warning to Wang Mai made Deng Ji feel alarmed. He knew that although Cao Peng was young, he was a cautious person. Could it be said that he discovered something? But if he discovered something, he should tell himself
Yes, rather than letting Wang Mai never leave.
This shows that Cao Peng is not sure what will happen...
The more Deng Ji thought about it, the more strange he felt.
He stood up and made a strong chest expansion, glanced at a pair of armor hanging in the tent, then turned around and took off the iron sword from the pillar of the tent!
Cao Peng's face was buried in the blood-soaked mud.
The screams and screams, as well as Wei Yan's angry roar, kept echoing in his ears.
"What kind of thief, how dare you make a sneak attack... If you have the ability, come out and fight San Lily with your Grandpa Wei!"
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps from the direction of the mangroves, followed by shouts, "Get rid of the traitor Wei Yan!"
Cao Peng was not injured, but he was lying next to a corpse, face down and motionless.
A big foot stepped over him, almost knocking him out of breath. But even so, he was still crawling on the ground, motionless...
The sudden attack caught Wei Yan and his men off guard.
After a round of arrow rain, eight or nine of the twenty spearmen fell down. The remaining people had more or less minor injuries. Wei Yan was very embarrassed, holding two broadswords in his hands.
Flying up and down, the water couldn't get in. He shouted angrily while dialing the eagle feather. But before he finished cursing, he saw a group of people rushing out of the mangrove. They all had swordsmen with swordsmen, left hands with hooks, and right hands.
Huandao. Their clothes and armor looked very familiar. Wei Yan recognized them at a glance. They were all dressed like Jingzhou soldiers.
The first person surprised Wei Yan even more.
"Wei Ping?"
The young man walking at the front suddenly stopped and said with a smile: "Brother, I didn't expect that..."
"What didn't you expect?"
"I didn't expect that I'm still alive!"
Wei Yan frowned and shouted sternly: "Wei Ping, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Am I talking nonsense?" Wei Ping looked up to the sky and laughed, "Brother, don't you understand what happened now? What happened today was specially arranged by me... The people here are also the soldiers and horses I asked for from Deng Junhou.
.Marquis Deng Jun, do you still remember? He was the person you injured in the camp of Nine Girls City."
Wei Yan turned his head and looked to both sides. There were only eight or nine people on his side who could fight.
Two were seriously injured and had lost their fighting ability. Even among the eight or nine people who could still fight, three were injured by arrows and managed to maintain their fighting posture.
"Wei Wenbo, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Wei Ping sneered, "No wonder Yiyang Wuzu has become like this in your hands. You guys are really stupid. Yiyang Wuzu was founded by my father. Even if my father is not here,
Now, I should be in charge, so why should you give the orders? Back in Wuling Mountain, when you refused to save me and just sat back and watched my father die in the chaos, wasn't it just to seize the military power of the Yiyang warriors? Wei Wenchang
, don’t show any brotherly love in front of me... I have long wanted to take your life."
A pair of tiger eyes, wide open.
"You said that I was obsessed with military power and deliberately tried to kill my uncle?"
"Is not it?"
Wei Yan looked at Wei Ping blankly and suddenly burst into laughter.
He laughed so hard that in the end, he was holding two knives in his hands and burst into tears.
"A mere Yiyang soldier is just a team, why should I be attached to him?
When General Wen Zhong Yewen invited me to go to Xiangyang, I refused! Do you think I am attached to the military power? Wei Wenbo, you underestimate me, Wei Yan! If these brothers are not my brothers through life and death, why should I be attached to them?
This small position of Du Bo? Under Wenpin, I can at least be a military prince. If I am lucky, it is not impossible to be a governor of a thousand people.
You actually..."
Wei Yan became more and more excited as he spoke. Suddenly he reached for the knife with his left hand and lifted up the front of his robe. His right hand fell down with a swish of a dragon bird and cut the front into two pieces.
"Wei Ping, from now on, you are no longer my brother.
Today, I want to avenge these old brothers..."
Following Wei Yan's words, Wei Ping's face suddenly turned livid. But before he could speak, the only remaining spearman suddenly raised his spear. The hook in his left hand was in line with his eyebrows, and the long spear in his right hand
The spears were placed on the hook, and they lined up instantly, bowing and stepping forward.
Wei Yan was so stunned that tears flashed in his eyes.
He glanced at Wei Ping and suddenly raised his sword to his chest, pointing towards the sky.
"There is an enemy attack!"
"The soldiers take the lead!" The nine spearmen took a step forward at the same time and let out a series of violent shouts.
Before Wei Yan could speak again, the spearman took two steps in succession, "The spearman is in front, I am invincible!"
There is a team of people on the other side.
But on our own side, it’s not even enough.
But even so, the nine Yiyang warriors burst out with shocking fighting spirit.
In an instant, a fierce murderous aura filled the air in front of the mangroves. This was a murderous aura that could only be condensed after countless battles.
Wei Ping narrowed his eyes and suddenly took out a token from his waist.
"Huang Bing Cao Shi has ordered Wei Yan to collude with Cao Cao's thieves and conspire to rebel. I have been ordered to kill him. You all obeyed the order and will not be held accountable. I will reorganize Yiyang Qu in the near future and reappear our Yiyang martial arts.
You are all old brothers who followed my father. You were deceived by Wei Yan and you had no choice. It is not too late to turn back now. If you continue to follow the rebels, we will kill them without mercy!"
In an instant, Wei Yan stood there as if struck by lightning.
He held two knives in his hands, but did not move for a long time, his mind went blank... Am I a rebel?
His straight body suddenly became a little rickety. He 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 lying on the ground moved slightly.
Cao Peng said in his heart: It is indeed Huang She!
However, the person he wants to deal with is himself, and it seems to have nothing to do with Wei Yan... Now, even if he kills Wei Yan, it will not involve him. Wait... He said that Wei Yan is a rebel, could he mean...
Cao Peng couldn't help but feel a sudden change in his heart.
Vaguely, he seemed to have guessed Huang She's intention!
"Chang Wen, look at our brothers on this earth, they died here because of you.
We are willing to follow you because you are a good man and worthy of our following... Now that we have reached this point, you must not colden the hearts of these old brothers."
A long-looking spearman turned his head and shouted loudly.
Then, he said to Wei Ping: "Wei Ping, when we elected Wei Dubo, to put it bluntly, we couldn't trust you. These old brothers have been fighting with your father for many years, and you killed them without even blinking an eye. You are just a
White-eyed wolves are not worthy of our trust.
Brothers, who are we?"
"Yiyang Martial Soldier!"
"Remember we are the ones giving orders?"
"There is an enemy attack. Soldiers should take the lead!"
"What kind of soldiers are we from Yiyang Military Soldiers?"
"Spearmen!"
With a strong murderous intent in his eyes, the chief took a big step forward and said, "The spearmen are ahead!"
Wei Yan's eyes are red!
Pointing his swords at each other, he leaped out and said, "I am invincible!"
"I am invincible!"
The shouts of the spearmen and Wei Yan gathered together, echoing over the mangroves.
Wei Ping's face became even more ugly. He clenched the long knife in his hand and gritted his teeth and said, "You don't know whether to live or die, kill me!"
Fifty Jingzhou soldiers immediately rushed out, wielding long swords, and rushed towards the Yiyang soldiers.
Wei Ping stood there but made no move.
A cold arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and he shouted sternly: "Kill me, no one will be spared!"
It sounded like they were hoarse and furious. But he knew very well how terrifying these Yiyang warriors would be if they started to attack. They had experienced hundreds of battles, and they were born and died. Death, for the Yiyang warriors, actually meant
It is equivalent to liberation.
In the eyes of many people, Yiyang's military soldiers were ruffians who refused to obey discipline. But Wei Ping knew clearly that these people had already seen through life and death.
I remember when brothers, father and son went into battle together.
In the past six years, they have been used to seeing the death of their friends, partners, and Pao Ze.
So they didn't care about anything, they just got together for the vow they made in the past.
Such people will produce huge lethality in battle. Wei Ping, who was once a member of the Yiyang soldiers, knows this all too well.
However, although the Yiyang warriors were fierce, they did not have an advantage in numbers.
A group of soldiers and horses from the other side rushed at the same time. They almost blocked three and four with one. And Wei Yan was trapped tightly by more than a dozen hook-mounted hands. One after another, the long swords shone with light and cold, and struck down fiercely.
Wei Yan's swords were flying up and down, whirring, carrying a strange sword aura, and he was fighting with his opponent. From time to time, screams could be heard in his ears... including those of his brothers and those of the enemy!
The tiger's eyes were about to bleed. The sword in Wei Yan's left hand collapsed and one side of the hook was opened. He jumped forward. The hook soldiers in front of him quickly stepped out of the way. Unexpectedly, Wei Yan suddenly dropped his hand and slashed at the waist. The sharp dragon bird sword came from the side.
A Jingzhou soldier slashed across his chest, tearing his armor and leaving a shocking bloody gash in his chest. The Jingzhou soldier screamed and fell to the ground on his back.
Several Jingzhou soldiers surrounding him shouted in unison, swarmed up and trapped Wei Yan in the center.
Nine spearmen, plus the two seriously injured spearmen, fell in a pool of blood one by one. However, the Jingzhou soldiers paid more than twice the price for this. Nearly twenty people died tragically in Yi.
In the hands of Yangwu soldiers, just seeing Pao Ze die tragically aroused the ferocity of Jingzhou soldiers. On the battlefield, Wei Yan was the only one left to fight against the beast. He was indeed powerful, killing seven people in a row...
Wei Ping laughed out loud!
He had been waiting for a chance to kill Wei Yan with his own hands.
However, he also knew how powerful Wei Yan was, so he had been reluctant to take action.
And now, the opportunity has come!
Wei Ping unsheathed his sword and strode forward.
Suddenly, there was a soft sound of footsteps behind him, and Wei Ping's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and struck back with a knife. But the knife fell in vain... From the corner of his eye, he caught a cold light. But it was just before him.
When I saw this cold light, I heard a slight scolding in my ear: "How can you convince the public if you don't even spare your own brothers? Go to hell to realize your dream of being a military prince..."
Along with the sound, a cold light passed over the side of his neck.
Wei Ping could even clearly hear the soft sound the blade made when tearing his skin.
A cloud of blood mist spurted out from his neck. Wei Ping's eyes widened with an incredible expression on his face: Who killed me?
