surnamed Wang

War drums were beating, flags were flying, and on the open plain east of Sinan Mansion, soldiers and horses from both sides stood facing each other.

The scene of 20 people spread out was quite spectacular, but only a few people actually participated in the battle.

Sima Kuan didn't seem to be afraid of the other side's cold arrows. He drove his horse to the junction of the two armies, cupped his fists and said:

"My lord, it's been a long time."

King Wu was more calm than him. He didn't even wear any armor. He went to the battlefield dressed in full gear. He smiled and said:

"I remember that the last time we met was during the military drill more than ten years ago. At that time, you were just a Qianhu, and I wanted to take you under my command. Unexpectedly, you turned out to be a stupid young man who said you would one day defeat me."

Sima Kuan smiled slightly and said noncommittally:
"Isn't the opportunity coming now?"

"Hahaha, I will give you this opportunity today."

Both of them are veterans on the battlefield, so there is no need to explain the rules. After a simple polite exchange, King Wu retreated to the rear, leaving his position to today's protagonist.

Wang Yijing walked out of the crowd on a black horse, wearing bright light armor and carrying a horse spear on his shoulders. When he saw Sima Kuan, he said familiarly:
"General Sima, we meet again."

Sima Kuan thought for a moment and immediately recalled that the other party had accompanied the princess to his mansion. King Wu must have placed his utmost trust in him when he entrusted him with the first battle.

"Can you leave your name in the future?"

"Wang Yijing."

"it is good."

The man was about to draw his sword from the side of his horse, but a white shadow suddenly rushed out from behind, holding a spear in his hand and running straight towards the young man opposite.

"Dad, please leave this person to your children."

The person who disturbed the situation was Sima Chengguang. There was no father or son in the battle. Sima Kuan sighed, pulled the reins and retreated.

"So you are Wang Yijing."

The young man made sharp moves, and did not forget to say a few words when the weapons collided. Wang Yijing responded while parrying:
"Young general, have you ever heard of my name?"

"More than just hearing about it, it was like thunder in my ears. First he was hunted down by His Majesty all over the city, and then he defected to King Wu and became his vanguard. He was promoted from Qianhu to Commander-in-Chief in one month."

"I'll be embarrassed if you continue to praise me."

"Oh, you treacherous ministers and traitors, I should kill you with a knife in my house that day."

Sima Chengguang had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were full of murderous intent. The two together formed an inexplicable harmony.

The young man's expression was scary enough, but for Wang Yijing, who had lived on the battlefield for a long time and lived for hundreds of years, he only felt childish. He couldn't help but joked:
"I didn't expect that the young general is actually a war madman at such a young age. He must have killed many people, right?"

"It's easy to say. Since I put on this armor, I have killed at least dozens of people. It seems that I will add another one today."

"Young general, you are very brave, but the real strong ones are not like you."

As Wang Yijing spoke, his expression suddenly changed. There was no trace of cynicism, only extreme calmness remained.

The young man was shocked for no reason. He quickly adjusted himself, raised the spear in his hand and said angrily:

"Pretending to be a ghost, I will make you a dead soul under the gun."

Wang Yijing looked at him calmly, without using his words. He lightly clamped the horse's belly with his legs, turned the horse's trunk, and aimed its tail at the young man.

The latter felt extremely humiliated, twitched the reins, and rushed towards the opponent regardless.

The speed of the two of them was getting faster and faster. The moment they approached, there was a muffled "bang" sound, and the boy flew backwards in front of everyone, his back hit the ground, and he almost lost his breath.

Sima Chengguang sat up with difficulty. The severe pain in his ribs made him gasp. He stubbornly raised his head and looked at the young man on the horse.

Wang Yijing returned to his previous careless appearance, put an arm on the saddle and said:

"Young general, you lose. Before your ribs pierce your heart, you should go back for treatment as soon as possible."

"What on earth are you..."

The young man frowned, not knowing how to ask.

When the two of them fought just now, the opponent seemed to be an emotionless monster. The sword was close to his body and he remained motionless. If he continued, both sides would be hurt. As a result, the young man hesitated for a moment, lost the opportunity, and was finally defeated.

Wang Yijing turned his horse and said: "It is indeed a clever way to suppress the opponent with momentum in battle, but in front of a truly strong person, these tricks will not have the slightest effect."

"You just defeated me, but you dare to brazenly call yourself a strong person?"

"I may not be qualified, but I have really seen immortals. They can control the life and death of others and regard human life as nothing.

I would like to ask, when a person is clearing weeds, would he worry about the weeds hurting him? "

"That's nonsense. Do you think I'm a twelve or thirteen-year-old child?"

"I know you are not young, so go back and let your father find a wife."

After Wang Yijing finished speaking, he laughed and turned away, leaving the young man staring.

Sima Kuan's side was defeated in the first battle, and his morale was somewhat affected. After simple bandaging, Sima Chengguang moved a maza and sat in front of the formation, feeling a little guilty:
"Dad, the kid is useless."

"There is no reason not to lose in a war. Learning lessons is the most important thing."

"I know my mistake, and I will be careful with my enemies in the future. Wang Yijing does have some abilities, but it's a pity that his life was too short."

As the young man spoke, the shame on his face turned into a gloomy expression that was inconsistent with his age. Sima Kuan said nothing and kept his gaze forward.

……

In the second battle, each side sent a little-known general. Wang Yijing, a young general holding a silver gun, met him. He was Cheng Xing's brother-in-law, and his surname seemed to be Zhao.

Sima Kuan's side was a middle-aged man with a strong back and a strong waist, without any armor. He was holding a bamboo pole in his hand, which seemed to be his weapon.

In the infantry battle between the two, the young man rushed forward with his spear tip and introduced himself:

"I am Zhao Zilong of Cheqiandian, who is your Excellency?"

"puff!"

Sima Chengguang, who was sitting on the horse, was the first to burst out laughing. Then he pulled his ribs, grinning in pain, and cursed:

"Damn it, does this guy want to laugh me to death?"

On the other side, Wang Yijing also sighed:

"Mr. Cheng, your brother-in-law is not only talented, but he also has such a strong name."

"Be tough, his name is Zhao Hou, and he named himself Zhao Zilong."

Cheng Xing's face didn't look good.

King Wu explained from the side:

"Zhao Hou has met his opponent this time. The man opposite is not a general at all, not even a soldier."

"what is that?"

"The secret guard's name is Jiang Fengnian, codenamed Chenlong."

Wang Yijing was stunned, "Isn't this just a joke?"

"There is no rule that neither party can ask for help, and regardless of the outcome of the physical battle, it will not affect the subsequent military battle. You should prepare as soon as possible."

While Wang Siheng was explaining, the middle-aged man holding a bamboo pole had already announced his name. The two of them fought directly without any politeness.

The silver spear in Zhao Hou's hand was made entirely of fine steel and weighed more than a hundred pounds. It whirred when he swung it. Even if the thick shield was hit, it would be completely dented. Ordinary people could only hide when faced with it.

The middle-aged man opposite didn't seem to be afraid at all. With a light bamboo pole in his hand, he could catch the iron spear every time, without dodging or dodging, and he seemed to be able to do so with ease.

On the other hand, Zhao Hou felt much more uncomfortable. Every shot seemed to hit cotton, and most of the force was lost. If he was not careful, the bamboo pole would be inserted from a tricky angle, aiming at the fatal place.

Zhao Hou was tired of dealing with it. After a dozen moves, he was so tired that he was panting. The middle-aged man took advantage of him to change his qi machine, suddenly stretched out the bamboo pole in his hand, and hit the opponent's chest directly.

There was a muffled "dong" sound, and the young man fell unconscious without even humming.

... (end of this chapter)