surnamed Wang

After Wang Yijing captured Zhao Hou, he continued to lead his troops deeper. As the battle continued, the horses snorted heavily, the soldiers gradually became exhausted, and the speed of wielding the steel sword became slower and slower.

His subordinates were killed one after another and drowned in numerous enemy formations. If this continued, they would be eaten alive before the enemy commander could be captured.

Wang Yijing cut off the opponent's Qianhu weapons with one sword, quickly removed the head, jumped off the horse, and directly took over the opponent's mount.

Turning the horse's head, he lowered his body and rushed forward. Less than ten steps away, he shouted boldly:
"General Sima, do you dare to fight me?"

Sima Kuan turned his head when he heard the sound, saw it was him, hesitated for a moment, picked up his Changge and ran towards it.

Wang Yijing is one of the few people who must be killed by the emperor's order, and his priority is second only to King Wu. When Sima Kuan first met him in the palace that day, he only thought he was a dead soldier of King Wu. But now that they met again, he was not someone who could be hunted down. If the lost dog is allowed to develop, it may really subvert the imperial power and become an important official in the founding of the dynasty...

Sima Kuan gave up all the messy thoughts and slammed down the long sword in his hand. The young man held the long sword in his hand like a sword flower. A white light flashed and the iron sword broke off one edge.

Even though Sima Kuan had been on the battlefield for a long time, his face could not help but twist at this moment. He thought that his nemesis was only the golden gun that had been passed down for hundreds of years, but he didn't expect to encounter a sword that could cut iron as well as mud so quickly. , when did the magical weapons become so worthless?
As a counter-rebellion commander, the weapon in Sima Kuan's hand has a lot of history. It is a heirloom of his family. It is made of thick pig iron with a layer of hundred-melted steel sandwiched in the middle. An ordinary thin long sword cannot withstand a single impact.

Men, no matter whether they admire literature or practice martial arts, can't help but yearn for a handy weapon. Even if they are scribes who claim to convince others with their virtues, there are few who have never dreamed of walking around the world with a sword in a blue shirt. Those free and casual poems with awe-inspiring swordsmanship, but It cannot be written by a fool.

Sima Kuan was a martial artist, and weapons were both a hobby and a source of food. Wang Yijing showed his "richness" in front of him, so there was no reason not to snatch them away.

He stabbed out and went straight to the opponent's shoulder. The latter turned his sword sideways to parry. Facing the long soldier who was so close, he should have raised his sword to cut off.

A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, he twisted his wrist, the chisel blade became vertical, and he suddenly pulled his body and hooked the sharp blade towards the opponent's wrist.

Ge Ren was extremely fast. The young man tried his best to retract his right hand, but the slender sword was still caught by the opponent. He missed one and Shuang Han got out.

Sima Kuan rushed towards the sword from the beginning, but the opponent relied too much on the weapon and was hit instead.

Looking at the cold weapon in his hand, Sima Kuan couldn't help but smile:

"It is indeed a good sword, but from now on its surname will be Sima."

"That can't be done. This is an ancestral property of my Wang family. If you want it, you have to recognize me as your adoptive father."

Wang Yijing did not panic, but looked serious, as if he really wanted to accept him as his adopted son. Sima Kuan laughed angrily, held up the long sword with one hand and said:

"You have no weapons, what can you use to fight me?"

"There is no sword in my hand, but there is a sword in my heart. My grandfather once taught me a sword technique, which he said is the ultimate sword technique for mortals. Although it is far less powerful than Bai Yujing's sword technique, the man who created it has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship all his life. This sword should be The world remembers it.”

As the young man spoke, he formed his fingers into swords and raised his fingertips slightly. The sword in the opponent's palm immediately trembled.

Sima Kuan opened his eyes wide, somewhat incomprehensible. Before he could grasp the hilt of the sword, frost rose into the sky, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and returned to the young man's hand.

"What kind of sorcery are you doing?"

"witchcraft?"

Wang Yijing smiled and shook his head, "This is a serious sword technique. It can only be used if you are connected with the sword's mind, the sword's will is strong, and the sword's heart is pure."

After saying that, the long sword in his hand suddenly shot out, and the latter hurriedly blocked Tiago. There was a jingling sound accompanied by sparks flashing, and Tiago shattered and fell again, and finally turned into a bare rod.

Wang Yijing still didn't stop, his right hand pointed to the sky, the long sword rose into the air, and disappeared behind the clouds. Then his palm fell, and a whistle came from the sky. The silver sword body kept ringing, and it slashed downwards with unparalleled aura. Come.Sima Kuan stared at this scene in a daze, and even forgot to parry. Facing this blow that could cut off all mortal things, any resistance was in vain.

There was a crisp sound of "click", the long sword passed by the opponent, and the sword energy hit the ground, leaving a three-foot crack.

The young man turned his finger slightly, and the frost flew up in a swirl, and finally lay across the man's neck.

"This sword is Ye Jian."

Only then did the young man say the name of the move, and then his expression changed and he said with a playful smile:
"General Sima, are you still fighting?"

Sima Kuan frowned and said nothing. There was a faint sound of horse hoofbeats from behind. When he turned around, a large amount of smoke and dust rose to the east. After a while, nearly ten thousand soldiers appeared in sight.

Seeing the leader, Sima Kuan knew that his son had been defeated. Even so, he was unable to issue a surrender order.

The Sima family is not a family of military generals, but the old man Sima Haohan has been loyal and patriotic all his life. Even if all the men in the family die in battle, there is no reason to surrender to the enemy.

Thinking of this, Sima Kuan's eyes instantly became firm. Just when he was about to issue the order to burn the boat, there was a muffled sound from the back of his head.

He turned his head dullly and looked at the young man with black hands. The latter raised the solid wood scabbard in his hand, shrugged and said:
"It's not my fault, it's your eyes that are wrong."

Sima Kuan's eyes darkened and he immediately got off his horse.

……

The news of the defeat of the counter-rebellion army spread back to the capital, and the emperor was furious. This time the person kneeling at the foot of the stairs became Liu Baoqing.

Sima Kuan's poor command was ultimately due to his lack of ability, so as not to implicate the recommender. The young emperor got angry and gave him a few mild verbal reprimands, and finally the big issue was reduced to a minor issue.

There were very few civil and military officials in the dynasty that he could trust. Now that the King of Wu has 20 troops, some wavering officials are already eager to try in private. Naturally, these clowns don't have to worry about it, for fear that there are still people like Ji Hong who have not come out. Rebellious general.

At the end of the morning court, Wang Zhaoqi did not go to the imperial garden as usual. He sat on the steps inside the palace, casually took off his hat and put it aside and said:

"I don't have many soldiers and horses at my disposal right now. The most I can do is have a decisive battle with the emperor's uncle. What should I do with Liu Qing's family?"

Liu Baoqing stood at the foot of the steps and said respectfully:
"Your Majesty, the time has come to use Liu Muqing. Success or failure depends on this. You need to lead the expedition in person."

The emperor was silent when he heard this. He knew that the so-called "Yong Liu Muqing" was not to reinstate the other official to serve as a lobbyist, but to treat him as a hostage and make King Wu surrender to him.

In addition, the parents, wives, and children of the rebel generals will also be brought to the battlefield. This is probably the reason why the Queen Mother kept them in the first place.

Wang Zhaoqi sighed. It seemed that the queen mother knew from the beginning that she had no [-]% chance of winning. Maybe he was really an emperor who couldn't be used for much.

Liu Baoqing seemed to have guessed the emperor's thoughts, raised his head and said:
"Your Majesty, the world is still uncertain. Everything is unknown. Don't settle the world based on temporary gains and losses."

"Why don't I know, but do I really still have a chance?"

The young man was asking both the other party and himself. After saying this, he sighed and murmured:
"Perhaps I made a mistake from the beginning."

... (end of this chapter)