Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Su Chengfeng picked up a bow and pulled the bowstring.

He threw away the one-stone bow without thinking, replaced it with a four-stone bow, picked up an arrow, put it on the string, and took aim casually.

While the other soldiers were still hesitating, Su Chengfeng's arrow had already "whooshed" out and hit the bull's eye accurately.

It is called a bull's eye, but in fact it is just a simple frame made of several wooden poles, with small stones tied to them with cloth strips and hung on the frame.

He could hit a fist-sized stone at a distance of a hundred meters, and he could draw the bow and shoot the arrow quickly and smoothly in one go.

If this person were placed in a regular crossbow battalion, he would also be considered a master. All the soldiers were amazed and praised him highly.

The other soldiers were much worse, and only a few hit the target.

After several rounds of competition, Su Chengfeng won the first place. The soldiers rushed forward, lifted him up together, and threw him into the air three times.

Yang Zhounan saw this scene. He squinted his eyes and looked over and asked the soldier beside him.

"Who is he?"

"Reporting to the deputy general, he is the doctor in the camp. It seems..." The soldier lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "It seems his surname is Su."

doctor?

After years in the military, how could I not know there was a doctor with exceptional archery skills?

Yang Zhounan was just thinking about it when the next round of swordsmanship competition had already begun.

The soldiers replaced their bows with swords, formed a circle, held sharp blades in their hands, and moved flexibly.

After more than ten competitions, Su Chengfeng always won.

Just as the soldiers gathered together happily, a loud and low voice suddenly came from the outside.

"I come!"

When everyone heard the sound, they all turned their heads to the back. Their faces, which were cheering just now, suddenly became serious and they took the initiative to make way for that person.

Yang Zhounan was wearing black armor and a dark red cloak, with sword-like brows and stern eyes. He was as strong and tall as Xiao Yan, and had a handsome appearance.

But he always frowns, looking impatient as if he wants to fart soon.

He walked slowly to Su Chengfeng, looked him over, and said two words.

"Draw your knife."

These two simple words made Su Chengfeng's eyebrows shrink slightly for a moment, and he suddenly felt a sense of power as if he had "met an opponent".

Judging from the man who just came in and the attitude of the soldiers, this man's official position is not an ordinary captain of a thousand or a hundred households.

The two stood opposite each other.

Only the next second.

Su Chengfeng rushed out with his sword, slashing towards his opponent without any hesitation.

Yang Zhounan pulled off his cloak and threw it to the ground. He reacted very quickly and immediately swung his sword to meet the attack.

“Beep——”

The force of this blow was quite strong, causing the veins on the back of his hand to bulge. He suddenly felt that this person was not weak, and thought to himself: "Quite interesting."

Yang Zhounan secretly gathered strength in his body, pressed the blade and rushed forward, forcing Su Chengfeng back to the edge of the stone five steps away.

Su Chengfeng was quick-witted and quickly kicked the stone to throw the man away. Taking advantage of the situation, he made a three-hit combo to attack the lower body, and the grass debris on the ground flew everywhere.

Yang Zhounan took on this wave smoothly.

His eyes flashed, and he suddenly touched the ground and flew into the air, passing over Su Chengfeng's head.

After landing, he slashed at the face that turned towards him.

The blade was sharp and swift, and the light and shadow were imprinted in Su Chengfeng's black eyes, gradually getting bigger.

The cold iron smell of the weapon suddenly rushed into his nostrils, and he shuddered and felt a chill on his back.

I cursed in my heart: "Fuck——"

The knife was almost a finger's width away. If it had gone in half an inch further, his head would have been split open.

After a few back and forth moves, a chip appeared on Su Chengfeng's blade, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Sure enough, none of the things soldiers use are working."

Before he could react, Yang Zhounan's knife swept across his lower body.

Su Chengfeng leaped into the air quickly, spun in the air, landed steadily, and then attacked quickly.

“Hmph—”

The blade swung across Yang Zhounan's face several times in a row. He raised his knife to block, and the force caused Su Chengfeng's blade to deflect three inches. Yang Zhounan took advantage of the situation and did a roundhouse kick.

"despair--"

Su Chengfeng suddenly felt pain in his side and rolled on the ground, with some grass debris rolled up on his clothes.

He immediately stood up from his knees, glanced sideways, flicked off the grass debris on his chest, and stared at the person in front of him with narrowed eyes.

Su Chengfeng has been wandering around the world for more than ten years and has met countless masters, but very few can fight with him for hundreds of rounds.

This person was not only able to compete with him, but also had the upper hand.

His moves are varied and his attacks are ruthless. Today, I have met an opponent.

Su Chengfeng's eyes suddenly darkened, and he turned his wrist slightly and pounced on Yang Zhounan, flipping, rolling, jumping, leaping, and sweeping his legs continuously, with his moves changing unpredictably.

The soldiers present did not dare to breathe, only the sound of swords clashing could be heard.

The same goes for Yang Zhounan. Apart from Xiao Yan, he hasn't met anyone who can fight with him for such a long time.

His eyes became more and more ferocious as the battle went on. He even had sweat on his forehead as he took on Su Chengfeng's continuous attacks.

The two guys were at loggerheads, neither willing to give in. They fought for a full half hour, from the entrance of the camp to several hundred meters away.

The beating was so severe that grass debris flew everywhere, and the green grass was covered with knife marks, and was completely torn apart.

Just when the two of them were "inseparable".

suddenly.

A cold arrow flew towards them.

Su Chengfeng had sharp ears. He quickly turned his head and keenly caught the faint sound of breaking through the air, and immediately dodged to the side.

He had stepped out and before he had turned around completely, he felt a chill on his neck.

"It looks quite unfamiliar." Yang Zhounan said after putting away the knife.

Su Chengfeng didn't know where he came from, he just knew that everyone in the army was older than him. He bowed and spoke cautiously.

"I have only been in the army for less than two months. The general is very busy with military affairs, so it is normal for me to be unfamiliar with him."

"I heard you are a doctor?"

"Yes."

Yang Zhounan looked at him, and after a moment's silence, he asked, "Are you interested in following me?"

Su Chengfeng was so startled that he raised his head and exclaimed "Ah".

In the military, if you want to make a name for yourself, you either have to rely on your own abilities to make military achievements, or you have to have a background and influence.

If you don't have either, you can only be cannon fodder.

Few people are favored by their superiors. If this happened to someone else, it would be a blessing that they would never be able to obtain in their entire lives.

Su Chengfeng, however, was not very interested in this. Since he and Lu Ziqing met, they were inseparable.

The mountains are high and the roads are long, the waters are deep and the fires are deep. We are together no matter what happens. How can we forget about our brothers just for the sake of promotion?

"Thank you for your kindness, General. I beg your pardon for my inability to obey."

After many years in the military, this is the first time I have seen someone disdain something as good as a promotion.

"Oh?" Yang Zhounan brushed past him and looked toward the distant hilltop. "Why? Do you look down on me?"

Upon hearing this, Su Chengfeng immediately turned around to explain.

"How dare I look down on the general? It's just that the army is short of medical officers and soldiers. If one more person is missing, I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it. Besides..."

He continued, "I am indeed a person of limited martial arts and crude conduct, and I am afraid I cannot serve the general. I hope the general will forgive me."

Yang Zhounan lowered his eyes and saw that the man had a frank expression of rejection.

Looking at the entire Long Yu army, there are probably not many people who can fight with him for half an hour.

If it weren't for that sneak attack just now, the game might have ended in a draw.

He naturally wouldn't believe a single word of the nonsense about his poor martial arts skills.

"Our army is indeed weak in medical technology." Yang Zhounan nodded in agreement. "Well, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Go back and serve."

evening.

A half white moon hangs high in the sky, with a few stars. The evening breeze blows gently, and you can smell the faint scent of grass. From time to time, the cry of wolves can be heard from the distant hills.

A large bonfire was lit on the grass outside the camp, making the originally dim night much brighter.

Except for those on duty, the rest of the soldiers sat together in groups of three or five, lazily lying on the grass and roasting game to eat.

Soon the aroma of meat filled the air and spread across the grassland.

Xiao Yan was lying on a slope. Yang Zhounan took two roasted rabbit legs, handed one to him, and sat down by himself.

"That sneak attack this afternoon was really close, if we hadn't dodged it quickly."

He pointed at the rabbit legs skewered on the wooden stick in his hand and glanced at Xiao Yan, "It's like this."