contend

Chapter 27
This man was five or six years older than me, and also stronger than me. He was seven feet tall, with high-spirited and sharp eyes.

Those who can play long spears these days are not ordinary people.

As soon as this person came out, the momentum of Yongliang's army rose sharply.

"Lieutenant Hu Fen of Zuoying!" Linghu Sheng beside him gasped.

It is impossible for Yang Zheng not to know about Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao, but which onion is this Hu Fen?
Can you pretend to be better than yourself?

There seems to be such a person in Romance of the Three Kingdoms?

Yang Zheng couldn't remember clearly.

"This man was born in the Anding Hu family. He was known for his bravery in the Yongliang Army. His father, Hu Zun, is General Zhenxi, and a close friend of Sima Taifu." Linghu Sheng said quickly in Yang Zheng's ear.

Isn't General Zhenxi just one level lower than Xia Houxuan's General Zhengxi?

When he heard that he was Taifu Sima's confidant, the son of General Zhenxi, and the captain of Zuoying, Yang Zheng was a little scared.

Yang Zheng knew who he could pretend to be and who he couldn't.

But the current situation seems to be a bit difficult to ride a tiger.

Du Zhan also looked at Hu Fen in surprise, as if he didn't know that there was such an iron plate in his camp.

At that moment, his face was filled with joy, and his waist straightened up.

Hu Fen stared at Yang Zheng, with a ferocious look in his eyes, "I heard that you have a reputation for bravery. Today is a good day to fight. If you win, everything will belong to you. If you lose, don't blame a certain subordinate for being ruthless. Of course, you You can go back with your tail between your legs now."

"General!" Du Zhan wanted to stop him.

The lieutenant is already a senior officer.

Moreover, Hu Fen had a promising future, there were people in the court, and Hu Zun was at the top, and his brothers Hu Lie, Hu Guang, and Hu Qi were all officials and generals, and they were highly valued by the court.

Taking the initiative to challenge a trilogy general is already flattering Yang Zheng.

But Hu Fen was determined, "Stop talking too much."

Everyone looked at Yang Zheng.

A dignified school lieutenant actually came to do this kind of thing.

This also confirmed Yang Zheng's conjecture in his heart that the deployment of the Yongliang army was acquiesced by the higher-ups.

All the Chinese soldiers on the left and right looked at him, and Yang Zheng smiled wryly in his heart.

Men can be defeated, but they must never admit defeat.

Otherwise, the hard-working people set will collapse.

"Since Lieutenant Hu has such a taste, how dare Zheng refuse to accompany him!"

A look of sympathy flashed in Hu Fen's eyes, he threw the spear in his hand on the ground, drew out the knife around his waist, and beckoned to Yang Zheng in a graceful manner.

Yang Zheng was not polite either, he let out a loud roar, and rushed forward with his sword straightened.

Now that you hit the iron plate, kick the iron plate through!
He swung the knife with his right hand and clenched his fist with his left hand, ready to hit Hu Fen hard in the face.

The knife carries lightning, and the fist holds wind and thunder.

As long as it's not Ma Zhan, Yang Zheng is worthy of anyone.

Gein horse battles are too dangerous, and life and death are often decided in an instant.

Practicing with Linghusheng, Zhang Te, and Zhou Yu for so many days was not for nothing.

Experts will know if there is any.

Hu Fen showed surprise in his eyes, but he was also one of the most brave generals in the Yongliang Army. After seeing through Yang Zheng's first punch with the saber, his murderous intent was all on the left uppercut.

He stepped back sideways to avoid Yang Zheng's saber, and then threw his fist to meet Yang Zheng's uppercut.

With a "snap", the fists of the two actually touched each other.

A huge force came from Hu Fen's fist, Yang Zheng couldn't help but took two steps back, but Hu Fen took three steps back.

The soldiers on both sides cheered loudly.

Although the Yongliang Army and the Chinese Army were at odds, it was common for soldiers to worship the strong.

In one round, both of them knew it in their hearts.

Hu Fen put away the contempt just now, held the knife in both hands, and his eyes became more serious than ever.

Although Yang Zheng took some advantage, it was all due to Hu Fen's underestimation of the enemy.

Now that he didn't underestimate the enemy, Yang Zheng felt slippery.

In terms of strength, Yang Zheng was slightly inferior. The main reason was that Hu Fen's body was indeed strong, and just standing in front of him brought tremendous pressure.

Of course, Hu Fen's 26 body is when a man's strength is at its strongest.

Yang Zheng had just turned twenty, and the only thing agitating in his body was brute force.

And he is not the kind of talented fierce player in history.

Not daring to give Hu Fen any more time to adapt, Yang Zheng drew his knife and rushed forward, slashing down randomly, and the wind blew up, opening and closing.

Trying to catch Hu Fen off guard.

Hu Fen was indeed a little flustered at first, sparks came out of the ring-shoulders of the two, but after ten breaths, he got used to it.

Taking advantage of Yang Zheng's lack of strength, he suddenly entered with the knife, and all the strength in his body was released instantly.

As if there was a flash of lightning coming from his knife, Yang Zheng's tiger's mouth tingled, and the Huan Shou knife flew away.

A look of contempt appeared on Hu Fen's face again.

lost?

Linghu Sheng, Zhang Te, and Zhou Yu showed concern.

But other people's eyes are a little complicated.

It seems to be saying: So you are nothing more than that!
Yang Zheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, thinking of those wounded soldiers in the city, looking at the sky in despair in the rain, and then killing himself with a rusty sword...

The stubbornness from the previous life erupted violently in his body.

As long as you are still standing, you are not defeated!
"Come again!" Yang Zheng waved his fist and slid up.

But at this time, Hu Fen's eyes were strange, and he threw away the ring-shou knife, and made a boxing gesture to meet Yang Zheng's fist.

Although he is Sima Yi's confidant, he is also a hero.

Kansai folk customs are generally like this.

Yang Zheng admitted that he was no opponent when it came to knife skills, but boxing skills were different.

Military boxing combines the essence of Sanda, boxing, Muay Thai, and ancient boxing. It is fierce and fierce, and pays attention to fatal blows.

And the reason why Yang Zheng was able to suppress Hu Fen in the first place was not the knife, but his fist.

Cracking, punching like rain, coupled with sliding steps, Hu Fen could barely fight back at first, but soon fell into passive defense.

How can Yang Zheng give him another chance to adapt to a situation where he has learned a lot?
The fist hit his head and face more fiercely.

What school lieutenant, what general, it doesn't matter at this moment.

There is only one thought in Yang Zheng's mind, to defeat the enemy in front of him!
"Ah!" He couldn't help roaring.

It was like a fierce beast that had been driven into a desperate situation, fighting back frantically.

And although I have only been in this world for more than a month, every step, every day is not easy, every step is dangerous, like walking on thin ice.

With a sound of "pa", Yang Zheng punched Hu Fen hard on the left side of the face.

Hu Fen's whole body fell backwards.

At that moment, it seemed that all the voices disappeared.

Yang Zheng stared blankly at the fallen Hu Fen, a little in disbelief.

"General!" Du Zhan and other Yongliang soldiers rushed forward.

Hu Fen's eyes rolled upwards, and he was about to faint, but he persevered with strong perseverance.

After a few breaths, Hu Fen slowed down, pushed Du Zhan and others away, struggled three times, and finally stood up with some difficulty, staggered, and spit out a mouthful of blood foam from his mouth.

Yang Zheng panted violently.

Suddenly, Hu Fen looked up to the sky and laughed, "I am not as good as you in punching, and you are not as good as me in swordsmanship. How about a draw?"

This magnanimity and boldness is really heartbreaking.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but respect in his heart, "Thank you, Captain Hu, for letting me go."

It was indeed a concession. If Hu Fen had held a knife in his hand, he would have been defeated long ago, but what he held in his hand before was a long lance.

In the past month, this person has the broadest mind, far surpassing Pang Hui, Cao Shuang, Deng Yang and others.

"Okay, Yang Zheng, Yang Xingyun, I remember you." At this moment, there was no contempt in Hu Fen's eyes, nor was there any arrogance of superiority, but a kind of equal sympathy.

If it wasn't for being in different camps, Yang Zheng really wanted to make friends with this person.

The premise is that he does not dislike his family background.

(End of this chapter)