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

The White Eagle Army is not well-known in this area now. They started out in the Yuzhong area earlier, so even if they have enemies, they shouldn't be here.

He was surprised that Zong Yanli was so familiar with Long Feiguang's swordsmanship. He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that one of his old rivals was in the Wu army?

"When I was watching the battle today, I saw that this man's offensive power was indeed impressive." The man who spoke was the second-in-command of the White Eagle Army, named Panshi. He looked to be under 30 years old, but he had two tufts of white beard on his temples. He spoke with a stiff and wooden expression.

"Yuan Heng is very afraid of this man, so he asked my fifth brother to inquire in the army." The man sitting on the other side, wearing an elegant green robe, with a jade flute on his waist, with a handsome face and elegant temperament, a long sword at hand, turned his head and said to the two young boys behind him.

"Don't worry, big brother. I'm going to find out about Zong Yanli's origins!" The young man who answered was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He patted his chest and said.

Inside Yuanshi Pass, Zong Yanli, who had returned to his tent, was also feeling uncomfortable. He took off his armor and called the mute slave inside, saying, "Go and get the blood-dissolving medicinal wine in the medicine box."

Zong Yanli untied her belt and took off her undershirt. Her body was almost covered with bruises from the heavy blows. The bruises on the sides of her chest and behind her shoulder blades were purple and looked horrible. She rolled up her trouser legs to her thighs, and found that there were still bruises on her knees and legs. There were slight abrasions on her arms, and even a layer of skin was rubbed off on her forearms.

Zong Yanli let out a long breath and said to the mute slave, "Apply medicine to dissolve the blood stasis for me."

The power in Long Feiguang's hand was extremely terrifying. If Zong Yanli had not protected herself properly, her internal organs would have been shattered.

The mute slave looked at Zong Yanli, who was covered in bruises, and was at a loss as to what to do while holding the medicinal wine: "Ah...ah...ah..." She tried hard to gesture some movements that Zong Yanli couldn't understand. She could only roughly guess that she probably wanted to call a military doctor to take a look.

"No need to go through so much trouble. Just help me dissolve the blood clots in these serious areas." Zong Yanli waved his hand slightly and said in a calm voice.

The mute slave sighed helplessly, took the medicinal wine and walked forward to help her dissolve the blood stasis. When she was in pain, only the sound of her suppressed breathing could be heard. By the time the blood circulation on the bruises on her body had been activated and the blood stasis had been dissolved, Zong Yanli was already sweating profusely.

Ning Chi and Gao Feilin stared at each other outside the tent. Ning Chi turned his head to look inside the tent several times, but he managed to hold back and turned to Gao Feilin and said, "Did you hear the noise inside? Why is the general avoiding us?"

Gao Feilin replied with a wooden look like an old monk in meditation: "Don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to."

Ning Chi: “…”

"The general keeps a mute girl by his side, isn't it to satisfy his needs in that aspect?" We are all men, there is nothing that we don't understand. Besides, Ning Chi was born in a wealthy family, and his mother had arranged for a maid to serve him when he was thirteen years old.

However, Ning Chi was not very interested in this matter and preferred practicing martial arts, so the concubines in the house ended up being used as bed warmers.

How could Ning Chi not see that the mute slave dressed as a servant was a girl? Now he saw that Zong Yanli did not allow anyone to enter the tent, but only called the mute slave in. Then he listened attentively and heard a slightly restrained sound, or some sound coming from the tent. How could Ning Chi not think too much?

Prostitution is prohibited in the army, and women are definitely not allowed to stay in the barracks, but there is no guarantee that those generals did not smuggle private goods or vent their desires. As long as it is not too blatant or interferes with military affairs, they will not be investigated so strictly.

Ning Chi really didn't expect that Zong Yanli actually had such a side to him?

"If that's really the case, why did you find an ordinary girl..." Ning Chi muttered with a laugh. With a general's status and position, what kind of beautiful girl can he not find?

"Don't talk nonsense. If the general hears it, you will definitely be beaten." Gao Feilin glared at Ning Chi. He could see clearly that the general did not do anything excessive to the mute slave. He also let the mute slave follow the military doctor to learn, and every time he was called into the tent, it was to take care of the general's injuries.

Gao Feilin thought to himself and said, "The general must have been injured in the battle with the White Eagle Army today, so he called the mute slave in to apply medicine."

He frowned and said, "We grown men don't care about the severity of the bandages and the medicines, but the general brought a mute slave with him, he must think that girls are lenient, and they are the most careful. The wounds are already painful, and applying medicines will torture them. It's really not pleasant."

"If the general really wanted to have some pleasure, why would he choose a mute girl into the tent?" Gao Feilin didn't bother to care about him. When he saw the mute slave coming out of the tent, he stood up straight.

The mute slave bowed politely to the two of them before turning around and leaving. There was no need to go into the tent, as one could smell the medicinal wine from the mute slave.

Ning Chi immediately realized that he had misjudged his thoughts and felt a little ashamed and annoyed. Gao Feilin had already fetched some water and carried the basin inside.

Zong Yanli was dressed neatly again in the tent. The strong smell of medicinal wine lingered for a long time. Zong Yanli's face was a little tired. Gao Feilin couldn't help but said, "The general's injuries..."

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." Zong Yanli stood up, walked over, wrung out the towel, wiped his face and washed.

"General, are you going to fight tomorrow?" Gao Feilin asked with a little worry in his eyes.

"Yeah." Zong Yanli responded with his eyes downcast. He turned around, put the basin on the ground, lifted up his trouser legs and began to wash his feet. He bent over and scrubbed his scarred and extremely rough feet, and said in a calm tone: "How can I not go before the winner is decided?"

Ning Chi came in from outside the tent with a bowl of noodles in his hand: "General, I asked the kitchen to leave a bowl of noodles for you, please have it before you go to rest."

Zong Yanli's eyes lit up and he laughed, "You are quite capable. I'm feeling a little hungry!"

Ning Chi was very happy to receive the praise. Over there, Gao Feilin waited for Zong Yanli to finish washing his feet, then he went out with the basin of water, and met Pei Liang and Wen Nian who came together.

"Has the general rested?" Pei Liang asked.

"Not yet." Gao Feilin replied quickly and turned away.

When Pei Liang and Wen Nian entered the tent, Zong Yanli had already eaten half of his noodles. He was holding the bowl and drinking the soup in big gulps, looking very heroic. When he saw the two of them coming, he waved his hand and signaled them to sit down first. He would not be satisfied until he had poured all the noodles into his mouth and there was not a drop of soup left.

Zong Yanli wiped his mouth casually, poured himself a glass of water and asked, "What's the matter?"

Pei Liang was a little greedy when he saw Zong Yanli eating so deliciously. He wiped his saliva silently and said, "The general is injured. The whole tent smells like medicinal wine."

"There were some collisions after a fight, but it's okay." Zong Yanli sighed. Why did everyone come to ask her questions? She said she was tired.

"Today I saw the White Eagle Army soldiers fighting with very powerful weapons. General, we fought with them but couldn't determine the winner. Tomorrow we will fight again. Do you have any strategy to meet the enemy?" Pei Liang also felt that his general was as strong as a bull and there would be nothing to worry about, so he turned to talk about business.

"If it's difficult to break the impasse, why not let Wen Nian go and meet him tomorrow?" Pei Liang suggested.

Zong Yanli rinsed his mouth, paused after listening to Pei Liang's words, then put down the cup in his hand and said, "It's not that I don't trust Wen Nian, but this battle has a different meaning for me, and I can't ask others to fight."

Zong Yanli's eyes darkened slightly, he looked up at Pei Liang and Wen Nian and said: "But you did remind me."

"Wen Nian, lend me your gun." Zong Yanli smiled and said to Wen Nian.

"Huh!?" Pei Liang was slightly shocked: "The general can also use a gun!?"

"I know a thing or two." Zong Yanli lowered her eyes and smiled very lightly. Ever since the long sword forged for her by her father in her previous life broke, there was no longer any long sword in the world that she could use. In the final battle, she used a long spear. Although she cannot be said to be better than Wen Nian, she is also about 80% as skilled as him, right?

"Teach me two spear moves so I can familiarize myself with them." Zong Yanli touched Wen Nian's spear and twisted it a little, then turned to Wen Nian and said.

Wen Nian responded in a low voice, turned around, took out an ordinary spear, practiced it once, and let Zong Yanli watch and learn.

Zong Yanli glanced at it for a few seconds, then waved the spear in her hand. Wen Nian walked up to her and supported Zong Yanli's arm, pressing her shoulders to adjust her shooting posture.

Then he went around her back, put his hand on her waist and said, "General, you should sink your waist and abdomen downwards, otherwise your lower body will be unstable."

The two of them taught for only a short while, and Zong Yanli, who was a little awkward and unfamiliar at first, made rapid progress under Wen Nian's guidance. Xiang An, who came later, witnessed the scene with his own eyes. Originally, Xiang An thought that he had a good understanding, but under Zong Yanli's guidance, his progress is now more and more obvious.

Even his uncle Song Zhiyuan said that he had a bright future. Xiang An felt so ecstatic after receiving so much praise!

Who would have thought that just as he was getting up, Zong Yanli taught him another lesson.

Zong Yanli, who just seemed to be unskilled in holding the spear, seemed to have become one with the spear in the blink of an eye. He swung the spear with the force of a tiger, and his upward and downward thrusts were like a rainbow piercing the sun, with a vigorous and fierce momentum!

Clang——!

The ordinary spear in Wen Nian's hand was easily knocked away by Zong Yanli, and Xiang An and Ning Chi who were standing nearby were stunned.

what is this?

In just three breaths, he was able to knock the spear in the teacher's hand away. For a moment, they all doubted whether Zong Yanli used a knife or a gun in the past.

Xiang An had an even more distraught expression. He had studied for such a long time and had only barely shown some improvement, while Zong Yanli had only studied for an incense stick of time and had already mastered it so well that he could easily defeat Wen Nian.

"I actually thought I was gifted..." Xiang An was hit hard, as if he had been hit hard by someone. His eyes were a little sore, and he muttered to himself, "I am so ignorant and stupid!"

"There's no need to be so self-deprecating. Our general is different from ordinary people." Pei Liang couldn't help but admonish him, "Let alone you, it's impossible to find another person like the general in this world."

Xiang An's broken heart seemed to solidify a little. He looked up blankly and looked at Ning Chi and the others around him with expressions that were about to break.

It turns out that he is not the only one who is hit hard?

Xiang An felt inexplicably comforted. Looking at Zong Yanli holding the spear, he seemed to have gradually found himself. His movements of drawing the spear became more and more skillful. It was clearly a move he had just learned, but why did he use it as if he had used it thousands of times?

"The general has used a gun before?" Wen Nian was also shocked.

"It took some time." Zong Yanli smiled, put away the gun, stood still, slightly raised his head to look at the gun in his hand, with mixed feelings.

"Although the general is a little unfamiliar with the technique, he is not completely ignorant of it." Wen Nian thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps if the general continues to practice like this, his spearmanship will far surpass mine in the future."

Zong Yanli laughed and shook his head, saying, "I'm not good at using guns, I'm more comfortable with knives."

She fiddled with Wen Nian's spear and said, "I'm just borrowing your spear this time to break Long Feiguang's moves. Maybe this spear will be more agile."

Zong Yanli practiced with Wen Nian for a while and then put away his gun and went back to his tent. He dismissed the others, went to bed and waited for the battle tomorrow.

Zong Yanli and Long Feiguang had been fighting for three days in a row without a clear winner, but they were getting more and more excited. The feeling of facing an evenly matched enemy was exhilarating, and every night before going to bed, he was thinking about how to deal with tomorrow's battle.

Finally, on the fourth day, the offensive began to show some deviations.

When Zong Yanli changed his sword and took Wen Nian's spear to fight, Long Feiguang was greatly shocked.

"You actually changed your weapon?" Long Feiguang was very puzzled.

"It is better to sharpen your spear before the battle, even if it is not sharp." Zong Yanli smiled at him and said, "You and I have been fighting for three days without a clear winner. We must win here today!"

"That's exactly what I meant!" Long Feiguang said with a smile, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Zong Yanli rode forward and said, "If I lose, the Wu Kingdom will retreat to Yuanshi Pass and not leave. If you lose..."

Long Feiguang pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "If I lose, I will not fight again!"

He looked at Zong Yanli and said, "But since our White Eagle Army has received money and food from the Qing Kingdom, there is no reason for us to not fight. General Zong Yan, please don't set a trap for me."

Zong Yanli was a little disappointed. She looked at Long Feiguang for a long time before she said in a deep voice, "Why are you doing this kind of work? In this chaotic world, there is no place to settle down. Even if the White Eagle Army is famous, it will not be used."

"Long Feiguang, why don't you bring your brothers with you and follow me?" Zong Yanli raised his lips and smiled, "Why do you need to be driven by money and food to be such a vanguard general with no name or status?"

"Haha!" Long Feiguang laughed loudly, "You are so arrogant, young general! You actually want to persuade me to surrender to you?"

"That depends on whether you have the luck to bear it!" Long Feiguang naturally didn't take Zong Yanli's words to heart, and rushed over with his sword. Zong Yanli retreated to resist, and he didn't forget to say: "If I didn't have the ability, I wouldn't be so arrogant!"

"If you won't listen to my kind advice, I'll have to beat you!" Zong Yanli took a deep breath and clenched the spear in his hand. The look in his eyes changed, and his brows revealed murderous intent as he charged forward!

"Well done!" Long Feiguang didn't know why Zong Yanli suddenly changed his weapon, but after fighting with him so many times, he dared not underestimate him no matter what. Now seeing the shocking momentum of his gun, he felt even more depressed.