Destroy Jin and conquer Song, and carry the Northern Expedition through to the end

Chapter 12: Famous Generals Since Ancient Times Are Like Beauties

The identities of prey and hunter changed so quickly that even though the two Jin army cavalrymen had been through hundreds of battles, they still felt a little helpless.

Just now I was chasing two thieves with a hunting mentality, but in the blink of an eye, I ended up being attacked from both sides. Who can stand this?
However, the war horses galloped so fast that in just the time of hesitation, the black-armored knight and Liu Huai had already approached one after another.

I don’t know whether the Jin army’s armored cavalry made a mistake in a hurry or were too arrogant, but they did not work together to kill one person, but instead attacked one by one.

Liu Huai looked at the Jin cavalry getting closer and closer, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The Jin army facing him did not put down their weapons, and their horses rushed towards each other. In a blink of an eye, the two were less than ten steps apart. At this distance, Liu Huai could even see each other's appearance clearly.

"He's just like an ordinary old farmer."

Liu Huai thought so, he let the long sword hang down and placed it on his right leg, and his whole body arched like a cheetah ready to pounce.

The armored cavalry of the Jin army threw the iron-framed bow aside, bent down to pick up the spear from the victory hook, raised both hands high, and thrust out suddenly with a loud roar.

Liu Huai seized the opportunity, raised his long sword, and blocked the stabbing spear with the back of the sword. The spear head passed through his right cheek, leaving a shallow mark more than an inch long.

Liu Huai didn't care.

The sharp blade of the mazar knife was already across the front of the Jin army's armored cavalry. Liu Huai tightened his hips and straightened his waist. With the help of the horse's power, he exerted force with his legs, waist, arms and chest at the same time, and swung the mazar knife with all his might.

The sharp sword cut through the Jin army's breastplate like a hot knife through butter, almost cutting it in half.

The Jin soldier screamed, raised his spear, but couldn't hold it, and it dropped to the ground. He covered his chest and abdomen with both hands, as if trying to hold back the gushing blood and organs, and turned around with gritted teeth.

However, it was this reflexive action that caused the Jin soldier to lose his balance and fall off his horse. After wriggling on the ground for a few times, he died on the spot.

Liu Huai was not feeling well either. He was almost exhausted after making this slash. Every part of his body was in pain. For a moment, he could only lie on his horse, looking up with difficulty at the black-armored knight.

Then I saw a shocking scene.

The black-armored knight had a lance hanging from his victory hook and a long sword hanging from his horse's neck, but he only held an iron-framed bow without even an arrow. He looked like he was strolling leisurely.

It would be more accurate to say that he was meeting an old friend rather than an enemy.

The Jin army facing the black-armored knights drew their swords and held their shields, rushing forward to meet the enemy. When the two horses collided, they roared and slashed with their swords.

The black-armored knight ducked and dodged the knife attack on his head. As his two horses crossed, the iron-framed bow in his hand suddenly popped out and caught the neck of the Jin soldier.

"Come down!"

This tall Jin soldier was pulled off his horse like a child without even having the chance to struggle. Even though the Jin soldier's neck restraints protected his neck tightly and he did not die on the spot, he was dragged to the ground and continued to struggle.

The black-armored knight held one end of the iron-framed bow tightly in his big hand, and after dragging the Jin army for a while, he swung it suddenly and threw the Jin army in his hand out, like throwing away a bag of garbage.

The Jin soldier had an iron bow around his neck. After rolling on the ground several times, he hit a tree stump and then fell to the ground motionless.

Liu Huai was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

This was not a night attack, nor was it the armored soldiers bullying the white-clad soldiers, nor was it the case of the majority bullying the minority.

The black-armored knight faced the enemy head-on and killed two Jin army armored cavalrymen with dignity, as easily and happily as strangling two chickens!
He didn't even draw his knife!
You know, with Liu Huai's many years of martial arts skills and his young and strong body, when he confronted the Jin army's armored cavalry, he had to rely on his quick eyes and hands plus a little luck to fight hard.

Even so, if the spear of the Jin army cavalry was off by an inch, Liu Huai would have had his head pierced.

And yet, this black-armored knight's posture on the battlefield was as relaxed and carefree as if he were on a picnic shooting rabbits. Who was he? Was he an elite general of the Song Dynasty?

The black-armored knight lifted his visor and removed his helmet, pointing at the corpse of the Jin soldier that Liu Huai had ripped open. "Prodigal son! You don't even care about the finest armor, chopping it into pieces. Are you trying to show off your strength?"

The black-armored knight had a frown on his face at first, but by the end of his speech, his face was full of smiles.

These sentences are more like ridicule than scolding.

Liu Huai looked closely and saw that the black-armored knight was about forty years old, with a square mouth, large ears, eyes like red phoenixes, and thick eyebrows that resembled Wei Chang's. Although he had a booming voice and a bear-like build, the fine wrinkles on his face and the white hair at his temples revealed that this brave and powerful general was at the end of his prime.

Even though his memory was confused, Liu Huai instantly recognized who this person was.

Wei Sheng with the big knife.

He was the most capable general in the middle period of the Song-Jin War, the general who recovered the most territories, and also the most loyal and courageous general.

He is also the adoptive father of the original owner of this body.

Liu Huai opened his mouth, and was about to say "Daddy" reflexively, but he suppressed himself.

Even if you have made up your mind to cling to someone powerful, how can you just recognize him as your father if he is not the reincarnation of Lu Bu?

He is Liu Huai, indeed Liu Huai, but he doesn't know whether it was Liu Huai from the Song Dynasty who went to the modern era to experience something before his death, or whether it was Liu Huai from the modern era who traveled to the Song Dynasty, or whether the two were originally one and the same?

This experience, which was similar to Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, made Liu Huai confused again.

"What's wrong? Brother Huai, why are you so stunned?" Wei Sheng saw Liu Huai was silent and couldn't help but raise his big hand and wave it in front of him: "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Seeing that Liu Huai still didn't respond and just lay on his horse with his head tilted up and staring at him blankly, Wei Sheng couldn't help but feel anxious: "Chang'er, what happened to your elder brother?"

Wei Chang came trotting over, leading his warhorse. He was covered in dust and had a few weeds stuck in his messy hair.

He didn't know how to get off the horse at all. He rolled on the ground several times before he stopped. Although he was in a mess, he was smiling happily when he saw Wei Sheng, with his mouth grinning from ear to ear.

"Father, we were both caught by the Golden Dog and were delayed for a few days." Wei Chang trotted to Wei Sheng. As soon as he stopped, he was knocked off balance by the warhorse behind him and was grabbed by his father's collar.

"The Jin thieves are starting to draw lots again? Then how did you manage to escape?" Wei Sheng frowned and pulled out the grass stalks sticking out of Wei Chang's head. "Speak slowly..."

"Just as night fell yesterday, my elder brother and I wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but a group of Shandong people slipped away, and my elder brother was beaten up by Jin Gou. He injured his head and became amnesiac..."

Wei Chang finished telling what happened last night like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, and then looked at Liu Huai with some worry.

Wei Sheng was stunned for a moment. Although he knew his two sons were late, and even had been waiting at the ferry with his armor and horse ready for the past two days, he had no idea there were such twists and turns. He quickly reached out his big hand and touched Liu Huai's head: "Brother Huai, does your head still hurt?"

Feeling the warmth coming from above, Liu Huai, an orphan in two lifetimes, felt a pang in his heart. He finally leaned forward and said, "Father, it's all right now."

At this moment, Liu Huai felt as if the two souls in his brain had finally merged together, and there was no distinction between you and me anymore. The memories that had been boiling like paste also gradually calmed down.

"No, a head injury is a serious matter."

Seeing that Wei Sheng was still fiddling with his head, Liu Huai quickly pulled out the confiscated letter and the brass seal from his pocket and said, "Father, take a look at these first."

Wei Sheng frowned as he took the bronze seal and turned around to say, "Brother Chang, go see if that Jin thief is still alive. If he is, break his limbs!"

(End of this chapter)