I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1023: Kong Xuan the Pimp
Duanmu Yan was swallowing dry food with a water bag. When she heard the words, she choked and coughed until the corners of her eyes turned red.

"Ahem, ahem... they are just a bunch of rabble. I..."

He hurriedly wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and his fiery red cloak fluttered like a flag in the night wind.

The words stopped abruptly.

He understood that Kong Xuan was curious about why a young and potential war god like him would go to Wuzhou.

Kong Xuan, standing aside, was looking at him with his chin propped up, the five-colored black sword casually stuck next to the campfire, the flickering flames on the blade made his eyebrows flicker.

This look reminded Duanmu Yan of her childhood at the hunting grounds, when the old hunters would stare at the foxes struggling in the traps with a half-smile on their faces.

"Young General, do you know that there is an interesting story circulating among the Yellow Turban Army in Wuzhou recently?"

Kong Xuan suddenly flicked the scabbard with his fingers, and the clear dragon roar startled the birds in the distance and made them fly up.

"It is said that a young man with a fiery red aura sneaked into the Wuzhou Yellow Turban Army. He killed many Taiping Sect guardians with a Molten Scale Knife and made them flee in panic. The young man had a cinnabar mole on his forehead and was three times more handsome than the Saint Girl of the sect..."

The bonfire crackled and sparks flew.

"The people under the command of the Duke of Zhenguo are well-informed. They even know the rumors in the Yellow Turban Army camp."

Duanmu Yan's hand holding the water bag suddenly tightened, and the sheepskin bag twisted into a knot in his palm.

"gossip?"

"But I heard that the young man took the fragment of the "Taiping Yaoshu" from the Liangshan bandit Song Jiang before he left. This kind of courage and bravery is somewhat similar to that of the young general."

Kong Xuan chuckled, and the five-colored armor suddenly emitted a faint blue light, making his face look like a dream.

Duanmu Yan's heart was shocked, and he almost couldn't help but unsheathe the Ronglin Sword. He stared at the man on the other side of the campfire, but saw that Kong Xuan suddenly stopped smiling, and the five-colored black sword "clanged" into the space between the two of them. The energetic force flowing on the sword actually carved a half-foot deep groove on the ground.

"The lying doll that someone hates the most."

"If the young general doesn't tell the truth, this grain truck team will be short of an escort officer tomorrow."

Kong Xuan's tone remained gentle, but his fingertips had already touched the hilt of the knife.

The night wind blew sand and gravel towards her face, and Duanmu Yan smelled danger.

This sour Confucian general seemed to be smiling, but in his eyes there was a sharpness colder than the Molten Scale Sword. He suddenly remembered that not long ago, when he was in the Yellow Turban Army of Wuzhou, he was also besieged by a large group of special Hengzhou troops in this way.

Those special troops were all wearing triple armor (three-attribute armor), carrying twelve-stone crossbows and 50 crossbow arrows. Their range and penetration power far exceeded ordinary bows and crossbows of the same period, and could break several layers of bronze armor.

Later I heard from some old Yellow Turbans that these special troops were an elite corps under the command of a general named Wu Qi in the Hengzhou Army, and their name was... Hengwu Zu?

However, even though he was surrounded by this special army, the rain of arrows did not make his heart beat like a drum.

"I...I am a secret agent of Daqian."

The young man suddenly lost his temper, and his fiery red cloak drooped down like a defeated rooster.

"The late emperor sent me to serve as a spy in the Yellow Turban Army, in order to... um..."

Duanmu Yan's expression suddenly became a little unnatural. He couldn't say that he was going to fight your Hengzhou Army, right?

"Who would have thought that General Wu Qi from the Hengzhou Army would suddenly appear and lead the Hengzhou Army to defeat the Wuzhou Yellow Turban Army and the coalition forces of the major Wuzhou warlords?"

"Young General, are you trying to say that you are such a useless spy. Not only did you not accomplish anything, but you were chased like a stray dog ​​by the Hengzhou army led by General Wu Qi?"

Kong Xuan interjected, and the five-colored black sword suddenly burst out with a soft green light, enveloping the two of them.

"You can kill me or chop me up as you like! If I frown, you are not from the Duanmu family!"

Duanmu Yan's ears turned red, and the Ronglin scabbard left deep marks on the ground. "Why should I kill you?"

"I am counting on the young general to help me transport food and grass. Besides..."

Kong Xuan suddenly chuckled, and the phoenix patterns on the five-colored armor suddenly jumped happily.

"Young General, don't you want to see your senior sister in Hengzhou with your own eyes?"

He suddenly lowered his voice, and his hot breath brushed Duanmu Yan's ears.

Kong Xuan's political literacy was not low. Based on Duanmu Yan's appearance, he could easily judge what Duanmu Yan, a man from Daqian, was doing in Wuzhou.

But based on the short time he spent with Duanmu Yan, Kong Xuan did not dislike this somewhat rebellious young man.

Therefore, seeing that he looked a little ashamed, Kong Xuan chuckled secretly, then took the initiative to change the subject, allowing Duanmu Yan's expression to ease.

The word "Senior Sister" exploded like thunder.

"You, you know His Highness Si Luoying?"

Duanmu Yan looked up suddenly, and the bonfire ignited two flames under his eyes.

"More than knowing."

The Duke of Zhenguo was still muttering this morning that the Third Princess's Jinghong Sword should be equipped with a sword-wielding guard captain. In my opinion..."

Kong Xuan stood up and patted the grass debris on his armor. As the five-colored divine light flowed, it actually evaporated the night dew into mist.

"This knife is much more interesting to you than those antiques."

He suddenly picked up the Ronglin Knife in Duanmu Yan's hand and smiled at her.

Duanmu Yan held the warm hilt of the knife, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the fiery red patterns engraved on it.

The bonfire stretched Kong Xuan's shadow very long, but the shadow shattered into dots of fluorescent light under his feet, and turned into five-colored divine light that sank into the night sky.

The young man stared blankly at the fiery red sword in his hand, and suddenly remembered the time when his senior sister just came of age and held his hand to teach him to write his name. The tip of the wolf-hair brush spread the three words "Duanmu Yan" on the rice paper. Before the ink was dry, a peach blossom suddenly floated in from the window and landed right on the dot of the word "Yan".

For Duanmu Yan, when he was young, he was raised in Yinlong Valley by Si Luoying, who was still a little girl at that time.

Therefore, in Duanmu Yan's heart, Si Luoying was not only regarded as his closest sister, but more of a, um... sense of dependence on his mother?

"Sister..."

He murmured unconsciously, and the Ronglin scabbard left a red mark on his palm.

"Her Highness the Third Princess is right beside the Lord right now. If the young general walks faster, perhaps he can catch up with Her Highness when she charges into battle."

The night breeze brought Kong Xuan's laughter.

Duanmu Yan looked up suddenly, and saw Kong Xuan leaning against the grain cart drinking. There was half a lotus embroidered on the wine bag, which was shining in the moonlight.

He suddenly felt that this sour scholar general was not so annoying after all. At least his phoenix eyes, which always contained a hint of mockery, now looked somewhat similar to his senior sister's eyes when she raised her eyebrows.

"Why did you help me?"

He clenched the Ronglin Knife in his hand, and the warm energy flowing through the knife felt against his palm.

"We are helping the future of the Hengzhou Army. We want to add another powerful general to the Hengzhou Army, not just some young boy."

Kong Xuan tilted his head back and took a sip of wine. As his Adam's apple rolled, the phoenix pattern on the five-colored armor suddenly came alive and moved.

(End of this chapter)