In three years, Zi Chen suffered countless injuries and killed countless enemies.
Three years ago, the people of the Qin State laughed at the old ox and laughed at the Tang State for having no war horses, so they pulled an old ox to make up for the loss. But in the next three years, the veteran bull rider became a lingering nightmare in their hearts.
Three years have passed, and killing has become a habit for Zi Chen.
He clearly watched the enemies fall one by one, even more carefully and seriously than when he was killing the monks.
In the past three years, Zi Chen always felt that he understood something, but unfortunately he always missed an instant of enlightenment.
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"puff."
The sword fell, and a human head flew up. The expression on the head's face was still stunned. The war horse neighed and fell to the rear with the soldier's corpse.
Zi Chen rode an old cow and rushed into the enemy camp. He held a brand-new long knife and chopped off the heads of the enemy cavalry.
This is the eighth ordinary long sword that Zi Chen has exchanged, and this is his fourth year here.
In the past four years, 80% of his comrades who followed him on the front line to kill the enemy have died, and of the remaining 20%, more than half have been promoted. The original young officer Chen Liu even became a deputy general.
This year, the Tang army not only recovered all the lost territory, but also began to launch a counterattack against the Qin army.
This year, many people around Zi Chen became captains of hundreds, and then captains of thousands, and even their colleagues from many years ago became captains of ten thousand.
This year, Zi Chen still didn't understand the rules. It was also this year that Zi Chen's immediate boss, the centurion, was replaced by three. These three people did not die in battle, but were all promoted.
In the fifth year, the fighting continued, and Zi Chen was still killing people monotonously.
It's still the same in the sixth year.
In the past six years, he has killed more people than he has killed in his many years as a monk. On the battlefield, he is like an executioner on the battlefield, never killing anyone with his sword.
In the past six years, Zi Chen's immediate bosses have changed one after another, and the people around him have always walked away. The only one who has not changed is Zi Chen, that old cow.
Good news came frequently on the battlefield, as did the deeds of bull-riding veterans.
In the seventh year, a general came to the army. The general was very powerful. In pursuit of military success, he signaled the veteran bull rider to go to the battlefield.
Zi Chen followed a hundred cavalry and rushed towards the enemy.
For seven years, the Qin army hated this veteran bull rider and rushed to kill him immediately when he appeared.
Soon, the cavalry from both sides collided, and the Qin army completely surrounded Zi Chen's centurion.
"Kill out, reinforcements will arrive soon." Zi Chen, who had several more wounds on his body, shouted loudly, and slashed with the long knife in his hand again, causing heads to fall off one after another.
When they charged forward, they had made it clear that their group was a decoy.
Behind him, the rest of the cavalry gathered together to form a charge formation, following Zi Chen unswervingly.
"Surround him and don't let him escape."
"Third and fifth teams, hurry up and surround us. As long as we kill this bull rider, the Tang soldiers will not be afraid."
A general of the Qin army was commanding, and as the flags swayed, groups of cavalry surrounded Zichen.
This is the seventh year that Zi Chen has joined the battlefield, and although he is a small soldier on the front line, his prestige has reached its peak. Among the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, the soldiers may disobey the generals transferred from the imperial capital, but no one disobeys Zi Chen.
For seven years, he always rushed to the front and walked at the end. He has become a symbol, like a Tang flag, standing on the battlefield for seven years.
As long as Zi Chen does not die, Tang Qi will not fall. No matter how difficult the battle is, they are confident to fight and win.
In the past seven years, the Qin army has been defeated again and again.
Therefore, the Qin army wanted to kill Zi Chen who was riding an ox, and every time they fought, they would send many cavalry to surround Zi Chen, but they failed every time.
This time, the battle was extremely fierce. Zi Chen rushed forward, and the cavalry behind him fell one by one. They believed in Zi Chen and firmly believed that the battle could be won. In the end, a group of one hundred people broke out of the encirclement, but only seven of the hundred were left.
"We're out."
Two of the seven people fell down after rushing out and never got up again. As for the other five people, they were shot to death by bows and arrows that had been waiting for a long time. Among the hundred people, only Zi Chen was left.
Hundreds of cavalrymen were all killed.
Zi Chen turned around and glanced at Pao Ze's corpse, which was soon trampled and covered by the enemy's cavalry. With a flash of regret in his eyes, he retreated on the old ox.
He has been in the mortal world for seven years, and his body is once again contaminated with the breath of the mortal world. He has killed many people in the past seven years, but because of the presence of those robes, his gradually cold heart still has a trace of warmth.
But as the war broke out continuously, his robes were dying one by one.
Seeing Zi Chen ride away on the ox, a lieutenant of the Qin State said in annoyance: "Hey, let him run away again."
The general looked at Zi Chen's back with a mysterious smile on his face and said, "He did run away, but we won."
"We won, but he's still alive."
"The battle is never about force, but about wisdom." The general pointed to his head and said.
Zi Chen rode the old cow back with scars on his face, and with an obviously uncontrollable anger on his face, he headed directly towards the place where the commander was.
This was the first time that the soldiers saw Zi Chen so angry, with a strange look on his face. Because he was a veteran, although he did not have any authority, everyone knew that his years of accumulated military exploits were enough for him to reach a very high position.
No one stopped Zi Chen, Zi Chen walked all the way, and met a commander in chief, that is, the young officer at that time, Chen Liu.
Looking at Chen Liu, Zi Chen asked angrily: "Didn't we agree that I was the bait and you would send troops to support me? Why didn't you send troops to support me in the end?"
Seven years have passed, and the young officer has become steady and mature. When faced with Zi Chen's questioning, he explained: "The time is not ripe, and the Qin army is on guard."
"This bullshit precaution is probably because you are afraid of death." Zi Chen's voice rose a lot, which immediately attracted the attention of many soldiers.
In the past seven years, Zi Chen has accumulated a lot of military exploits for the Tang Dynasty. In addition to the number of kills, he has also obtained countless extraordinary achievements.
When all the soldiers admired him, and when the entire Tang Dynasty praised him, the senior officials of the Tang Dynasty naturally knew about this wonderful man who only knew how to fight, but did not need to be promoted to a high official or nobility.
Such a person will not be admired in the officialdom, and Zi Chen's evaluation is just that of a wonderful person.
It is precisely because of the existence of such wonderful people that Zi Chen's immediate superiors have changed one after another in the past four years, and each one of them spent a few months here in a hurry, and then accumulated enough military exploits to be promoted to a higher position.
The battlefield where Zi Chen is located has almost become a place where many second-generation officials gain gilding experience.
This time, Zi Chen's immediate boss was a young general with a high military rank. Of course, he had a higher background and was very proud.
However, in his seven years of fighting career, Zi Chen has seen many idiot generals. In his opinion, this is another idiot general.
He was angry, but had no choice but to turn around and leave
In the big tent where the general was, a young general who looked like he was only in his twenties, with a livid expression on his face, threw a pile of paper on the table and shouted at the same time: "Look, this is what you said the flag represents, seven." Over the past year, he has managed to leave the battlefield alive alone up to 20 times. In these 20 times, he had to kill many soldiers."
"Have you checked his details before using him? A veteran who rode bullocks, he has made many military exploits against the Tang State. Damn, he is actually a spy of the Qin State. Look, look at these letters. If not I realized in advance that what was lost today was not the hundred-man team, but the entire army."
On the table were the number of people who died fighting alongside Zi Chen over the years, as well as evidence that Zi Chen had colluded with the Qin State and harmed his colleagues.
The general was very angry, but none of the other generals present who knew Zi Chen believed this.
"Sir, this matter is full of doubts and needs to be thoroughly investigated," said a general.
"Zi Chen has killed countless enemies in the past seven years. As for saying that he killed Pao Ze, I don't believe it at all." Another general said.
Immediately afterwards, many other generals spoke.
"Why, you mean that I am slandering him. My Hai family, who have been loyal to the Tang Dynasty for generations, am slandering a small soldier without any military rank." The young general said coldly.
"Sir, that's not what we meant. I recruited Zichen when I appointed him as a centurion. He was not willing. He just wanted to be a pawn. If he is a spy, in the past seven years, with his Military merit may be enough to sit in the position of a general, but he doesn't have it. He has been killing enemies on the front line, and he is not even a centurion." Chen Liu stood up and said, and the other generals nodded.
"Commander Chen Liu doesn't know something. This is Zi Chen's brilliance. He is the lowest soldier, but in fact he is deceiving others so as to kill our soldiers. Otherwise, think about it, why has he not even been a hundred for seven years? If even a husband doesn’t want to be a captain, is there really someone in the world who doesn’t like being a general?”
A general who followed the Lord General said.
"If he is really a spy, he can just become the commander-in-chief and let the entire army die. Then he can just find an excuse and say that he was defeated." Chen Liu said angrily.
This kind of thing has happened to many second-generation gold-plated officials in the past seven years.
"Yes, I don't believe that Zi Chen is a spy no matter what. If he is a spy, then are there any loyal people in the Tang Dynasty?" Another general said indifferently.
After getting the evidence, the head of the Hai family invited them over to see their attitude. Now that their attitude was clear, they signaled everyone to leave.
"Sir, your actions are very unfavorable to us. It seems that Zi Chen's prestige in the army is quite high." After everyone left, a young general said.
"The evidence is irrefutable, we just need to deal with the person in accordance with the law." The general snorted and said disdainfully: "He is just a small soldier with a shitty prestige. As long as he kills people with military orders, no one in the army dares to rebel."
"I'll leave these guys to you tomorrow. Don't let them get in the way."
"Yes, I know what to do."
The next day, the generals who reacted most violently were dismissed from their posts for dereliction of duty.
These generals were dissatisfied and wanted to appeal to the commander-in-chief. Unfortunately, the commander-in-chief was not in the army.