The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Woo! ——

The sound of wind outside the house was like crying.

Inside the house, the man who was dozing in the reclining chair seemed to be awakened by the whimpering, and he frowned and opened his eyes.

The man was wearing a dark silver silk brocade robe. Although the clothes were light and thin, they were soft, close-fitting and warm.

His facial lines are hard, but his facial features are quite feminine. If he can put aside his identity and almost innate aura of war and killing, he will be the most gentle and considerate husband in the hearts of most beautiful women. He is the most gentle and considerate husband. The man's scornful pretty face.

It's a pity that he couldn't choose things like birth, so he was destined to join the military as soon as he was born. After all, although the Zhan family in Zhongzhou is far inferior to the Chang and Tang families in the Jiu family, it can still be called Shangjunwu family.

Unfortunately, this military family has been in decline for a long time.

It was so long ago that when Zhongzhou fought against the foreign barbarians 20 years ago, there were not even three men left. The only two pillars of the family who were not even able to serve as generals were left without a cent of military merit. Buried ghosts.

It was so long ago that almost no one knew that the Zhan family was once a military family.

It is understandable that the Zhan family has been ostracized. If it had not been for the emergence of a general in this generation of Zhan family, the former military family would probably have been submerged in the long river of time, and would never be able to turn around again.

As the only promising young member of this generation's Zhan family, Zhan Lihua shoulders the heavy responsibility and hope of rebuilding the family's glory.

The ups and downs, bitterness, blood and tears along the way cannot be explained to outsiders.

People only know that Zhan Lihua did not disappoint the family.

When he was only 23 years old, he took over the position of the Proud Bloodthirsty Battalion specially set up by the imperial court, commanded 1000 people, and settled in Pinghai County.

Three years later, the Proud Bloodthirsty Battalion has become the Proud Bloodthirsty Regiment, and Zhan Lihua has nearly [-] troops under his command.

At this time of internal and external troubles, it is a good time to make achievements, and the title of marquis is just around the corner.

This may be the expectation of the tribe's family for Zhan Lihua, but it is not his own idea, because he does not have much identification with Zhongzhou and his family, because step by step to reach this position and now, all he can see is The self who is trembling and walking on thin ice...

Tee, Tee, Tee.

"General." A soft call came along with the knock on the door.

"Come in." Hearing the voice of the visitor, Zhan Lihua crumpled up the unhappiness in her mind and threw it away, spread her brows, and put her hands behind her head.

A middle-aged woman with long hair and simple makeup walked into the house holding a tray in both hands.

The woman took off her shoes before entering the room. Her movements were light and steady, and she didn't make a sound until she placed the soup cup on the tray on the table.

"General, it's cold today. Drink some mutton stew to drive away the cold. Get some rest early."

Although the soldiers under his command use the word "general" to refer to themselves from time to time in private, the only one who calls him this in front of his face, or in other words, is the person in front of him - this person in Zhan Lihua's mouth, in The woman who has always been called Aunt Tian in the entire proud and bloodthirsty group.

The soldiers who have followed Zhan Lihua for a long time all know that Aunt Tian is the servant girl who followed their leader from the Zhan family. She has watched the leader grow up and has a very close relationship. It is not surprising that she hopes to have a son. Those who treat him respectfully do not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

If there is anyone in the world who is willing to admit Zhan Lihua as a relative from the bottom of his heart, naturally Aunt Tian is the only one.

Therefore, in private, he and Aunt Tian talked about everything.

"It's just the beginning of winter, and the evening wind is so strong. It will definitely be very cold in the depth of winter this year. It's still early tonight, can Aunt Tian chat with me for a while?"

Zhan Lihua stretched her legs and hooked a stool from the side for Aunt Tian to sit down.

Aunt Tian stroked Zhan Lihua's head, sat down obediently, and said, "Okay, I'll finish the soup with you."

Looking at the few wrinkles on the woman's face, Zhan Lihua wanted to stretch out her hand to smooth them, but in the end she sighed and said, "I haven't had Aunt Tian's soup for several days."

Aunt Tian patted Zhan Lihua's broad back and said, "Don't lose your temper, I'm not coming back."

He Lihua opened the lid of the soup cup, and the delicious smell of mutton and wolfberry hit his nose.

"Auntie has worked hard these days and has a few more wrinkles."

"My aunt doesn't like to hear these words."

"What I mean is that Auntie should also drink some soup to replenish our body." Zhan Lihua said, scooping up a small piece of stewed mutton, hanging a few plump red wolfberries, and a shallow spoonful of soup. Blow and bring it to Aunt Tian's mouth.

"Auntie, eat first."

Aunt Tian punched Zhan Lihua on the shoulder with her fist, then she obeyed the other person's wishes and slowly opened her mouth to take the first spoonful of mutton into her mouth.

"Auntie, is the mutton here better, or the mutton from the north?"

After Aunt Tian swallowed the mutton, she said: "Hey, although I stayed in the north for a while this time, I was in a hurry and ate just enough to fill my stomach. How could I have the time to enjoy delicious food with peace of mind like now? But , Auntie is sure that the sheep in the north will not be as delicious as those in the south at this time."

After Aunt Tian held her hand and fed her a spoonful of mutton soup, Zhan Lihua asked vaguely, "Oh, why?"

Aunt Tian smiled and said: "Because most of the sheep over there are now frozen to thin or frozen to death. How can dead meat be as fragrant and tender as live meat?"

Zhan Lihua said: "Well, I said before that this was the last mission, what about the future?"

Aunt Tian looked at Zhan Lihua calmly and said, "From now on, I will never leave you again."

Zhan Lihua held Aunt Tian's hand and said firmly: "Okay, Auntie will never leave me again. If Auntie wants to go back and visit, I can do it anytime."

Aunt Tian smiled when she heard this. She smiled brightly and had a few more wrinkles, but her eyes were clearly filled with tears.

"Good boy, when I get back, I will take you to see my aunt's favorite cherry blossoms."

Zhan Lihua slowly lay down in Aunt Tian's arms, rested her head on her legs, and said with a slight squeamishness: "Auntie, feed me."

Aunt Tian said something naughty, then gently massaged Zhan Lihua's head with one hand and fed him mutton soup with the other.

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Leng Mei poured out a bowl of mutton soup from a large black pottery vat, and without delay, gave a spoonful to Jiang Yichen, who was too busy to spare.

Jiang Yichen only took a sip of the soup that was slightly warmed by the cold wind, moistened his throat, warmed up his body, and was ready to cross the shore.

Listening to the increasingly clear clanging sound, Jiang Yichen said, "Here we come, I'll go meet you first, everyone, be prepared."

After hearing the horn sound yesterday, it was certain that the Wala people had not missed the loophole in Lingxiao Crossing.

The increasingly clear clanking sound should be the sound made by the large iron plates loaded on the car colliding with each other or hitting the ground when being bumped.

While exploring the Wala military camp, Leng Mei learned about the transportation of large iron plates from the rear through a group of Wala logistics soldiers' conversation after dinner.

In Luo Piaoling's opinion, those big iron plates should be the key to the Wara Cavalry's conquest of Lingxiao Crossing!
At this moment, it is less than half an hour before noon.

The bright sun is the warmest time of the day on Lingxiao Ferry.

The Wala cavalry wanted to take advantage of the warmest time to work on Lingxiao Ferry, so it was a little too late to advance half an hour in advance to prepare.

But when they saw a figure standing in front of the iron chain from a distance, they knew that today's plan might not be so easy to execute as planned.

A little closer, it was already visible that the figure was a man wearing a silver phoenix robe.

There is a sword with a cross-shaped hilt on the man's back. The whole person and the sword reflect dazzling white light in the sunlight.

Riding on seven horses in front of the formation, three people in different costumes were having a simple conversation with the soldiers behind them.

"A person? Which master swordsman from Zhongzhou is this?"

"can not tell."

"Hmph! I'll crush their arrogance!"

It's winter, and the weather is hot and cold, especially in the south. Everyone, please keep warm and don't catch a cold.