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"It really is magic!" After an unknown amount of time, Xiang An nodded as if he were absolutely certain.

"So I already told you this from the beginning..." the middle-aged man said, looking distressed. "And why did you tie me up after I said I was surrendering?"

"Because you have magic powers," Xiang An said matter-of-factly.

"No, does having magic mean you have to be tied up?" the middle-aged man asked, bewildered and exasperated.

"I was just worried you might pose a threat to us. My men have never seen magic before." Xiang An crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "You must be the one under Jiang Yuan responsible for destroying the ferry, right? I was wondering why. So you know magic. You can blow up the ferry as soon as you get on the ship. You've got a good plan."

"Didn't your good plan fall apart? Now that you've caught me, forget about destroying the ferry crossing. I'm lucky I'm still alive..." The middle-aged man closed his eyes, recalling the insane scene that had occurred that morning.

First, the sergeant guarding the ferry was killed instantly by a stray arrow that appeared out of nowhere. He was awakened by the commotion while he was sleeping, and then he saw a group of people riding in on horseback. He then tried to use magic to defend himself, and then Xiang An, realizing his intention, rushed over...

"So you're almost ready to let me go? I've already surrendered, what more do you want from me?" the middle-aged man said bitterly.

“I’ve already notified the military commander. You’re a special person, so we definitely can’t release you easily. You’d better wait here.” Xiang An shook his head; he really didn’t dare let this person go. “By the way, what’s your name?”

The middle-aged man realized that he was unlikely to be released now, so he sighed and replied, "Yi Ke."

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Where are you from?

"A native of Xinyang."

"Oh, the territory of Zhao?" Xiang An nodded. "Which family are you from?"

He was referring to the Hundred Schools of Thought. Most people who practiced demonic arts belonged to the Hundred Schools of Thought. For example, Zishu was a Confucian scholar.

“I am not from any of the Hundred Schools of Thought; I am merely a wandering cultivator.” Yi Ke understood Xiang An’s meaning and shook his head in reply.

"Why did you join Jiang Yuan's army?" Xiang An asked again.

"I just joined, do I need to ask why?" Yi Ke looked blank. "He invited me and I joined, it's that simple."

"Hmm..." Xiang An pinched his chin, lost in thought.

Just then, Xiang Yu arrived.

"What's wrong? What did this person do that you're personally guarding him?" Xiang Yu rubbed his wrists, looking at Yi Ke, who was tied up, with a strange expression.

Xiang An explained the situation to Xiang Yu, giving him a general idea of ​​the current circumstances.

"Yes, I understand." Xiang Yu nodded seriously and moved closer to Yi Ke.

What's your name? Where are you from?

Yi Ke: ......

"I think if you want to kill me, you can choose a quicker way. Of course, I can also kill myself." Yi Ke revealed a miserable smile, as if he had been humiliated.

Xiang Yu looked at Xiang An with a puzzled expression. Had I asked the wrong question?

......

Half an hour later, Xiang An finally untied Yi Ke, by which time it was almost dark.

Yi Ke gasped for breath and rubbed the swollen area where he had been bound. He squatted down on the side, on the verge of tears, and performed some medical magic to relieve his injuries.

He has now broken free from the identity of the deceased Jiang Yuan and acquired a new one.

Those were the sorcerers and magicians who served Xiang An.

After all, Xiang Liang's army was quite lacking in this kind of talent, and it wouldn't be good to let one go so easily, so he simply kept Yi Ke by his side.

Yi Ke himself didn't have any objections; he hadn't really intended to resist from the beginning.

Now, whenever he thinks of the huge hoofbeats that accompanied the dawn and the large halberd that nearly killed him, he is filled with a sense of relief.

That's terrifying...

Thinking of this, Yi Ke couldn't help but shudder.

He could feel that if that large halberd were to fall on him, it would probably slice him in two, leaving an extremely smooth cut.

However, the focus right now is not on him. At this moment, a tense meeting and the awarding of titles are taking place in the Xutai City government.

The most eye-catching figure, however, was not a general, but a mere foot soldier.

His name was Han Xin.

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Chapter 872 Xiang An is appointed as a deputy general and in charge of three divisions

"So that's how it is. I was wondering why Xiang Yu would come up with such a tactic as cutting off someone's escape route. It turns out there was someone else behind this brilliant strategy." Xiang Liang smiled, his sharp eyes fixed on Han Xin, who was sitting at the end of the table.

Xiang Yu also looked at Han Xin with great interest, while Xiang An and Zhu Jishi sat beside him.

Han Xin sensed the atmosphere was a bit intimidating, gave an awkward laugh, and didn't dare to say anything.

"Young man, don't be so reserved. Since you have indeed made a contribution, I am not a stingy person. Tell me, what reward do you want? Or do you want to be promoted to a military rank?" Xiang Liang tried his best to make his face look kind, but unfortunately, his efforts were destined to fail.

"...General, I, I..." Han Xin felt the murderous aura emanating from Xiang Liang, and even though the aura wasn't directed at him, it still made him tremble all over.

"I only want to be a trusted advisor to Commander Xiang An, I don't care about any rewards or honors." After much hesitation, Han Xin gritted his teeth and said his thoughts and wishes with a slightly trembling voice.

He couldn't help but swallow hard.

He knew one thing, a secret passed down in military books, a secret about military commanders.

For some unknown reason, whenever the world falls into chaos, the generals with names and titles gain a power, a power whose origin is unknown.

The personal bravery of generals is amplified to the extreme. Although it does not help the army's combat, the generals' morale and martial prowess are exaggerated to a certain extent.

Feeling Xiang Liang's imposing presence, Han Xin forced himself to calm down.

Now it seems that the rumor... was true!

Xiang Liang, Xiang Lu, and even Xiang Lu's son Xiang Jing, all had their bodies strengthened by this unknown force.

However, the meticulous Han Xin still noticed something different.

That is... neither Xiang Yu nor Xiang An, who were quite active in wars, possessed that kind of aura.

What could be the reason...?

Before Han Xin could continue thinking, Xiang Liang spoke up.

"...Is this all you want?" Xiang Liang looked at Han Xin with a very strange expression, as if asking him if he was stupid.

"...General, this is enough for me." Han Xin showed a satisfied expression and cupped his hands to Xiang Liang.

Xiang Liang smiled and sighed, then waved his hand: "Alright, then it's your decision. You can be Xiang An's confidant."

"The rest... are other things." His gaze turned dangerous as he looked at Zhu Jishi.

Heading north from Guangling, only one person suffered a defeat, and that person was Zhu Jishi.

Moreover, this defeat was extremely ugly. If Xiang An had also lost, Zhu Jishi would have received less criticism. But Xiang An won, and not only did he win, he also wiped out the other raiding force that had defeated Zhu Jishi.

This makes Zhu Jishi seem very stupid, or rather, he was stupid to begin with. He had never fought any decent battles while serving under Chen Sheng, and his performance under Xiang Liang was mediocre. He only became a subordinate general because of Chen Sheng's reputation.

“General Zhu, from this moment on, you are neither a general nor a commander.” Xiang Liang’s knuckles tapped rhythmically on the solid wood table, the sound making Zhu Jishi’s heart feel as if it were about to stop beating.

"This humble general... obeys orders..." His voice trembled slightly as he lowered his head, clasped his hands to cover his face, and slowly agreed.

"Xiang An, you will take over Zhu Jishi's position and become your brother's adjutant, commanding two divisions. Zijuan will command one division. As for Zhu Jishi, you will temporarily serve as a brigade commander under Xiang An. If you achieve further military merits, you will be reassigned." Xiang Liang looked at his second nephew, smiled, and then looked at Zhu Jishi, who was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head.

With a snort, Xiang Liang looked at Xiang Lu: "We're crossing the Huai River tomorrow, so let's make preparations beforehand. We absolutely cannot let those two bastards, Qin Jia and Jing Ju, get away. I'll skin them alive!"

"Yes! Your humble servant obeys!" Xiang Lu cupped his hands and presented the order.

"Xiang Yu, after you cross the Huai River, just head north. Song Yi's messengers have arrived, and they are about to capture Xiapi. Then we will drive Qin Jia and Jing Ju east together. If we want to use it as a base, Xiapi is much better than Pengcheng."

"Yes, Your subordinate obeys." Xiang Yu accepted the order as well.

"That's all I have to say. We need to speed things up. I want to see Qin Jia and Jing Ju's heads in front of me within a month!"

Peng!

Xiang Liang slammed his fist on the platform, then exhaled a breath of stale air and waved to the crowd: "Alright, go back now. Remember to cross the Huai River tomorrow morning."

Several generals walked out of the room according to their rank, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"I feel like Uncle has become so tough since he started his rebellion. I never thought he was such a fierce person back in Kuaiji," Xiang An said, scratching his face with lingering regret.

Zhu Jishi is still shaking, and Han Xin is also trembling, but not by much.

“This is your uncle’s true character. He was almost driven crazy back in Kuaiji.” Xiang Lu shook his head and said with a smile, “Don’t forget, he was already commanding troops by your grandfather’s side during the chaotic years before the Qin Dynasty. How could he be such a gentle person?”

His eyes were somewhat somber: "Those who have seen bloodshed can never go back."

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat somber, except for Han Xin, who was following at the back, whose eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

Yes, those who have seen blood can never go back.

But why can't we go back?

......

"Sister-in-law, why don't you teach me how to take care of my hair?" In a secluded courtyard, Zijuan looked at Yu Meiren with a distressed expression, fiddling with her long hair.

Because armor is worn during military operations, the head naturally needs protection. Therefore, although Zijuan had long, flowing hair, she tied it up and stuffed it into her armor to prevent her beautiful hair from becoming a weakness when fighting the enemy.

However, as a result, hair that has been tied up for a long time becomes... well, it doesn't look that good due to sweat and other reasons.

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"I really envy my sister-in-law. Her hair is so thick and smooth to the touch." Zijuan tugged at Yu Meiren's chestnut hair, her face full of longing.

"I don't know, I've never taken care of my skin before." Yu Meiren looked blank, holding a comb in her hand. "Let me comb your hair first, maybe it will look better if it's straight."

“Okay…” Zijuan said pitifully.

"In the end, Xiao Si, you don't need to envy me. At least your eldest brother is willing to let you fight alongside him, isn't he?" Yu Meiren sighed. "I want to go to the battlefield with him, but he doesn't want to."

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Chapter 873: For the Sake of Peace and Prosperity

"There must be some reason, otherwise, with your martial arts skills being so strong, my brother would definitely have asked you for help." Zijuan revealed a malicious smile. "But since you're so beautiful and considerate... maybe it's because my brother is chivalrous?"

As she spoke, Zijuan turned around and hugged Yu Meiren's curvaceous body, burying her head in Yu Meiren's chest.