My vicious dog, my horse, I can do whatever I want with it

Zong Yanli originally wanted to use tricks to seize his sword and his warhorse.

However, Zhong Ming was a man of excellent martial arts skills, and Zong Yanli had no idea where to start when they fought.

"What a pity." Zong Yanli stepped back, looked at Zhong Ming and sighed: "Since this is the first battle, I didn't want to kill you, but now it seems..."

Zong Yanli took a breath and his aura suddenly changed. He turned the long sword in his hand, and the cold and flashing blade exuded a cold murderous intent. Suddenly, Zong Yanli stabbed with the sword, changing his previous fighting posture, and every swing of the sword was fierce.

The heavy sword chopped down from above Zhong Ming's head, and there was a clang sound when it hit hard. Zhong Ming used the sword to block it.

Zong Yanli's eyes were fierce, he roared, and suddenly pressed down with the knife in both hands, then turned his wrist and slashed across!

Swish-!

Qin Wujiu and others who were standing high on the city wall witnessed with their own eyes that Zong Yanli cut off Zhong Ming's head with just one blow. A column of red blood gushed out, and Zhong Ming's head turned in a circle in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Yuan Heng stood up suddenly, and it seemed as if his breathing had stopped at that moment.

"Great!!!" Qin Wujiu shouted excitedly. When the soldiers in Yuanshi Pass saw this scene, they felt their blood boiling and their morale was boosted!

Zong Yanli stepped forward and took the sword from Zhong Ming's hand, kicked the corpse on the horse to the ground, jumped up and sat on the horse to grab his warhorse, tightened the reins, bent over the horse, picked up the head that fell on the ground, turned around and left.

When Yuan Heng saw the bandit Zong Yanli's behavior, he immediately became angry and yelled: "How dare you, you bastard!!!"

Yuan Heng snatched the longbow from the hand of the personal soldier next to him, pulled the bow to its full extent and shot at Zong Yanli.

Zong Yanli seemed to have noticed it, and he ducked down and lay on the horse's back to avoid it. He also raised the sword in his hand and swung it in the direction of Yuan Heng in a show of power. Yuan Heng was so angry at his smug attitude that his blood boiled, and he kicked over the shield in front of him.

"Pei Liang! Go ahead!" Zong Yanli returned to Yuanshi Pass, walked up to the city wall, smiled and threw the sword in his hand towards Pei Liang.

"Thank you for the reward, General!" Pei Liang raised his hand to take it, looked at the sword in his hand with a look of joy on his face, and immediately knelt down to express his gratitude.

"Hahahaha! Zong Yanli you really are..." Qin Wujiu greeted, looking at Zong Yanli with eyes full of admiration.

"Zhong Ming's head is presented to the general!" Zong Yanli bowed and raised his hand, grabbing the head and presenting it to him.

"Okay! Hahaha!" Qin Wujiu turned around and said, "Zong Yanli has already won the first prize in the first battle. Which general wants to try the remaining two battles?"

From the crowd behind him, several generals stepped out one after another, all shouting, "I am willing to go! Bring me the enemy's general's head!"

Qin Wujiu was overjoyed and said "good" repeatedly. Perhaps it was because Zong Yanli had won a great victory in the first battle, and the generals who would fight in the next two battles were all very brave and did not want to be defeated by Zong Yanli.

Qin Wujiu won all three battles. He immediately ordered the archers to shoot arrows. Thousands of arrows were fired at the Qing army formation. The catapults loaded with huge stones were hoisted one after another and smashed into the Qing army formation. For a while, Qing was unable to cope with it and was defeated one after another.

The soldiers on the city wall raised their arms and shouted. They were supposed to be defending the city, but they were fighting so proudly. It was really satisfying!

"Take good care of this precious horse for me." Zong Yanli happily handed the black warhorse to Gao Feilin and said, "I will train it again when I have time another day."

This stolen thing smells so good!

The black warhorse was shiny and glossy, and it almost looked down on the others in the stable. It had a bad temper and often neighed and nagged at the groom who was feeding the horse.

The more unruly they are, the more Zong Yanli likes them. Only when he can tame them will he feel a sense of accomplishment.

In the camp, Pei Liang wiped the precious sword he had obtained again and again. Lu Hao and others standing beside him were extremely jealous and secretly hated themselves for not being able to use a sword!

"Don't touch it." Pei Liang protected the sword as if he was protecting his own wife, which made Monkie laugh out of anger.

"It's just a sword, and you almost rubbed your skin off!" Monkey scolded with a smile.

"This is not just a sword, it's also the general's expectation for me." Pei Liang said sincerely.

"..."

The expressions of Lu Hao and his companions became increasingly distorted, and their jealous eyes were almost bursting with fire.

Ning Chi watched from the side with his arms folded, he was not interested in this sword. There were many such swords in his private storehouse, but this one had a different meaning, as this one was snatched back for him by Zong Yanli himself after he killed the enemy general!

He is jealous too!

Zong Yanli came back from the main tent, changed his military armor and gave it to Ning Chi, asking him to take it down and wash it clean.

"General, were you being polite to me when you practiced with me before?" Ning Chi held the armor handed to him by Zong Yanli with a complicated expression on his face. He witnessed with his own eyes how fierce and brave Zong Yanli was when he was fighting with generals. When he thought about the practice with Zong Yanli at that time, he clearly felt that he was just so-so.

"No." Zong Yanli glanced at Ning Chi with some doubt and said, "My hand was injured. I just recovered when I was sparring with you. I am still getting used to it."

Ning Chi choked up when she heard that. She stared at Zong Yanli with a bit of grievance, then went out angrily holding her armor.

Zong Yanli was a little puzzled and frowned slightly as he watched Ning Chi's departing back.

The autumn wind blew the dead leaves all over the ground.

Perhaps the State of Qing knew that it would be difficult to win the fight, so they began to engage in guerrilla warfare as a second choice. Zong Yanli received an order to patrol outside the Great Wall, and during this period he led his team on patrols from dawn to dusk, but most of the time he didn't meet anyone.

On this day, Zong Yanli led the team on patrol as usual and returned. He saw Wen Nian carrying a spear in front of the camp gate.

Wen Nian was still wearing his original military armor, with a long spear on his back, and he stood in front of the tent door with a slender figure, looking into the distance at Zong Yanli who had never returned. He saw that the position next to Zong Yanli that originally belonged to him was now occupied by someone else.

The smiling boy was looking at Zong Yanli sideways as he spoke, his eyes shining with pure light, as if with intimacy or admiration...

Wen Nian suddenly clenched his sleeves, his emotions surging uncontrollably. Is there a new person around the general?

“Brother Nian!” Meng Qi was immediately delighted when he saw Wen Nian. He rode his horse closer, dismounted, and strode towards Wen Nian: “Brother Nian, you’re finally back!”

"Yeah." Wen Nian pursed his lips and smiled at Monkie. Qian Zhixing and Lu Hao behind him came forward one after another and showed respect to Wen Nian.

Wen Nian answered them one by one, then turned his gaze to Zong Yanli, opened his mouth and called out in a low voice: "General."

Zong Yanli walked towards Wen Nian and looked at his slightly haggard face. His hair was also dry, just like a stray puppy that came back dirty. If there was any change, it was probably his increasingly dark eyes.

"Everyone, come and meet Deputy General Wen." Zong Yanli looked at him, smiled, turned around and said to everyone.

"Greetings, Deputy General Wen!" Monk and his companions showed joy on their faces and immediately bowed to greet him.

Wen Nian's tense mood suddenly relaxed when he heard Zong Yanli's words. His eyes were slightly moved. He looked at Zong Yanli steadily, and after a long while, he bowed and said, "I will definitely live up to the general's trust."

Zong Yanli raised his lips and smiled: "Return to the camp."

Zong Yanli was the first to step into the camp, and Wen Nian followed sideways and stood beside her again.

"Brother Nian, congratulations!" Monkie was really happy. He had waited for so many years and finally waited until today.

"Are you cured of your madness?" Monkey asked in a low voice.

"All right."

These two short words encompassed all the suffering he had endured.

No one knew what Wen Nian had been through. He followed Zong Yanli's footsteps step by step, looking at Zong Yanli's back in front of him. The many times he had lost his mind and collapsed in despair seemed to tell him that for this moment, everything was worth it.

When everyone in the army was cheering for Wen Nian's return, only Ning Chi was confused. He bumped into Gao Feilin and asked, "Who is he?"

Gao Feilin's expression was a little complicated as he said, "He was the former general's personal soldier. He followed our general all the way out of the recruit camp. He is someone you and I cannot afford to offend."

Ning Chi couldn't help but mutter a few words: "...That's okay, right?"

Gao Feilin said in a very mysterious way: "I advise you not to think crookedly. Brother Nian's beating you is no different from hitting a wooden stake."

Gao Feilin's words obviously aroused the boy's fighting spirit. On the second day after Wen Nian returned, he saw the boy who came to challenge him.

Wen Nian twisted the handkerchief and wiped his face, then glanced at Ning Chi and said coldly, "No fight."

"Do you not want to fight or do you dare not fight?" Ning Chi looked a little arrogant, staring at Wen Nian and said, "Even if you don't fight me today, I have to tell you that I am determined to get the position of Zong Yanli's deputy general!"

"..." Wen Nian was silent for a moment, then looked up at Ning Chi again. The young man was full of energy and had a slightly arrogant look. He didn't look like a soldier from the army at all. He was flamboyant and noble.

Meng Qi and Qian Zhixing, who heard the noise outside the tent, looked over. When they saw Wen Nian and Ning Chi walk out of the tent and saw the tense atmosphere, they grinned and said, "Quick, go call someone to watch Brother Nian beat up the young master!"

Pei Liang frowned slightly, and said with a sigh, "Why do you always bully children?"

Monk laughed and said, "Who told this young master to always pick fights with powerful people? Isn't he looking for a fight?"

Many people came after hearing the news, and soon they formed a circle. Some people who were curious pulled people to place bets, but the man shook his hands and said, "What's the point of betting? Brother Nian can beat him even if he beats ten people."

"That may not be the case. You and I both know that Wen Nian's fighting power was amazing when he was insane, but he is not that scary at ordinary times, right?" Pei Liang stood aside with his arms folded and analyzed: "Now Wen Nian seems to be cured, so how strong is he now?"

Everyone thought what he said made sense. Don't underestimate Ning Chi, as he has great martial arts skills!

Wen Nian was not polite at all. He stepped forward with a spear in his hand and said to Ning Chi, "If you want to fight, then go ahead."

Ning Chi did not dare to underestimate it. He took out the heavy sword and stood still. The dust raised by the heavy sword was enough to show the weight of his heavy sword.

The soldiers who came to watch looked at the two men's posture and took three steps back in tacit understanding, leaving a larger space.

"You'd better catch my sword!" Ning Chi bent his knees slightly, raised the heavy sword in his hands and rushed towards Wen Nian.

Clang——!

Under the heavy blow, everyone felt as if the air around them was split apart by the sword.

Wen Nian blocked it with the tip of his spear, and a sharp sound passed through the sword. The two men staggered and moved away, then fought again.

Ning Chi fought hard without giving up, and Wen Nian's spear was as fast as a dragon. The two of them fought several times, which made the people around them amazed. Only to see the spear in Wen Nian's hand hit Ning Chi's heavy sword again, and he had to retreat under the pressure of Ning Chi's heavy sword.

Ning Chi just showed a look of joy on his face.

Then Wen Nian shook the spear in his hand, held his breath and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his aura suddenly changed. He clenched the spear in his hand again, and the look in his eyes was deep and terrifying.

For a moment, he seemed to see a hint of blood in his black pupils, and a cold and terrifying murderous intent suddenly swept over him.

Monk and the others who had witnessed Wen Nian go crazy changed their expressions drastically. They almost instantly grasped the long swords at their waists, staring at the battle between the two men with their eyes fixed, their hearts beating wildly as they watched Wen Nian dance the spear in his hand so tightly.

The tip of the spear swept across Ning Chi's throat, then turned sharply downward and hit Ning Chi's arm fiercely.

"Ah——!" Ning Chi's face turned pale instantly due to the pain from the heavy blow.

Om-!

The fierce murderous intent came to an abrupt stop, and the tip of the spear was against Ning Chi's heart. With just a little more force, it could easily pierce Ning Chi's heart.

Ning Chi's forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat. He lowered his head in a daze, looking at the tip of the spear pressing against the center of his armor. At that moment, a dying murderous intent suddenly appeared in his mind. As Wen Nian put away his gun and stood still, the murderous intent disappeared.

Ning Chi suddenly felt a fear of surviving a calamity.

"You lose." Wen Nian lowered his eyes indifferently, glanced at Ning Chi, turned and left.

"I was so scared..." Qian Zhixing wiped the sweat from his forehead, rubbed his sweaty palms and said, "I almost thought I had to collect the body of this young master."

"..." Monkey silently retracted the half-drawn sword, and felt a little dry in his throat.

"Wen Nian, getting stronger." Only Pei Liang watched Wen Nian's departing back. He touched the sword at his waist with mixed feelings. Suddenly, he felt that the sword he had just obtained was not so good anymore. He was destined to never surpass Wen Nian!

Zong Yanli witnessed this battle with his own eyes. He raised his lip with a look of relief and thought to himself, I hope Ning Chi won't be so traumatized that he cannot recover.

Ning Chi was indeed quite shocked. He looked at the heavy sword on the table with a very complicated expression.

He thought he was extremely talented and had never been defeated under the guidance of his grandfather. However, he had only been away from the Qin family and had been in the army for less than a year when he was defeated in succession. One Zong Yanli was not enough, and now Wen Nian came!

Ning Chi was really confused. Was he really that talented?

"Uncle, am I really not suitable for joining the army?" Ning Chi was filled with emotions and had no place to vent them. Finally, he went to the military tent to meet Qin Wujiu. The young man hung his head, and the arrogance in his eyes was no longer there.

"There is no such thing as suitable or unsuitable." Qin Wujiu had heard rumors a long time ago. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he had heard a general idea. Seeing Ning Chi like this, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Others don't have the right to choose, but you do."