From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The frontier outside the Great Wall.

After night fell, a team of cavalry advanced at a constant speed in the wild, and stopped when they approached the leeward slope.

The captain surnamed Zhang whispered to the cavalry to dismount, hold their tongues in their mouths, and wrap the horses' hooves. Their action could not be exposed this time because two big figures from the Wazhu military town were in the team.

Thirty miles away, Hutou City, the most important pass in the northwest, lies dormant on the ground. The city walls are high and deep, with abundant military equipment and tens of thousands of defenders, all of whom are top-notch elites. It is located at the forefront of the main battlefield and is a huge threshold that cannot be bypassed.

General Wa Zhuhong looked into the distance. He was born with excellent eyesight known as "eagle eyes".

The Southern Court established six military garrisons on the border of Longyao Prefecture, which were personally managed by the Minister of War General Liu Gui. Wazhu was at the forefront, serving as both a defense and the first beacon.

"Ten thousand right cavalry troops have set up camp outside the city. They will probably enter the border area soon. What do you think, Lieutenant General Helian, do you have the courage to go out of the city with me to meet the enemy when the time comes?" said General Hong.

"Wait for orders." The blue-shirted scholar-general replied. He knew that in the future of the original world line, the enemy went out of the city to fight, thinking that their troops were elite, but they were wiped out by the Northern Liang Dragon Elephant Army.

The overall environment has changed now, and the siege troops may not be the same as before, but this guy’s mentality determines that the destruction of Wazhu is only a matter of time.

"Why are you so cautious? You are a young scholar. If I had this ability, I would have been as active as that duke and traveled all over the border of Liyang. I heard that he is going to be a prince. Tsk tsk, he is a master of both civil and military affairs. He even killed my brother who should have died long ago. It's a pity that he is only the second in the world. By the way, why doesn't that old monster Wang grow old? He was the best in the world when I was a child, and he is still the best now."

General Hong kept on talking. In the territory of Beimang, the descendants of the survivors who migrated north during the Spring and Autumn Period were much more numerous than the original grassland people. If the number advantage was not so great, the imperial tent would not have been able to set up a Southern Court to appease the people. For most people in the Southern Court, attacking the Central Plains was a rage. They migrated north to avoid the war in the past, and now that they had the military power, of course they had to fight back. Going south was the general trend and the will of the people, and it could only be stopped if hundreds of thousands of infantry and cavalry died. This major premise would not change because of a few trivial matters or the addition of one or two Dukes of Ji.

The blue-shirted scholar general was indifferent to this. His only mission here was to speed up the progress of the war. The central line of Jizhou had not been opened for a long time.

"My lords, the patrol interval of the Beiliang scouts is about to end." The captain surnamed Zhang reminded.

"Kill one team first, we are all top-class Malaysians, what is there to be afraid of?"

"General..."

"Where would I put my face if I went back empty-handed?"

Half a quarter of an hour later, the sound of horse hooves came closer, and ten black shadows approached in the night. After vaguely sensing the target, they did not retreat but advanced. Those who could serve as scouts had both martial arts and blood courage.

The blue-robed scholar-general raised his hand and extracted the word "jin" from a jin of rations he carried with him. Then, from his sleeve flew out the word "che" that he had refined in advance from an ox cart. The two combined to form the word "zhan", which turned into a cutting light and immediately swept forward.

The sparse grass leaves were all broken, the scouts were all killed, and only ten war horses were left.

"Give me half of the head and I'll help you find a few hundred more Confucian classics." General Hong seemed a little excited.

The blue-shirted Confucian general turned around and mounted his horse. He was usually very busy. Over there, he was reading the General Record of Martial Arts, and over here he was doing some slow work, repeatedly extracting the words "sun" and "moon" from Confucian classics, constantly gathering the essence of the sun and the moon day and night. He expected that he would be able to refine his natal word when he became a Confucian saint. As for whether it would be one or two, he was not sure for the time being.

"Don't use rubbings to make up the numbers for this batch."

…“A rubbing will do.”

Yangzhou City has been prosperous since ancient times, and it is extremely lively as the night draws to a close.

Pei Nanwei stood in front of the bookstall, picking and choosing, and she took a fancy to a book called "The First Snow in the East Chamber" written by the number one scholar on the list of talented women.

Many copies were printed and sold, and one copy cost three cents of silver, which was neither cheap nor expensive.

"Madam, please keep it and take care of our business."

The bookstall owner picked it up and handed it over. His words were enthusiastic, but his expression was rather dull. After all, there was nothing noteworthy about the customer. He had a sword on his waist, so he was probably a martial artist. However, Jiangnan Road was densely populated and prosperous, with knights everywhere.

Pei Nanwei happily gave the money, put the book into the package and continued strolling.

No one paid attention to her, and there were no various dark and wolf-like looks. She was just an ordinary woman passing by on the street. Now everyone was like the guy sitting in the yard. It was so relaxing that it made people want to jump for joy.

Pei Nanwei walked around. As a daughter of a wealthy family, she naturally had no concept of resisting her identity when she was a child. But as her family fell apart, she ended up in Prince Jing'an's Mansion. She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. When Prince Jing'an's Mansion also fell into ruin, she completely avoided the word "turmoil". If she was not beautiful, nor did she come from a wealthy family, and of course not too poor, she could live peacefully until death, without having to wander around and be forced to do things against her will, and it would not matter if she stayed in a small piece of land all her life.

At a certain moment, Pei Nanwei suddenly rubbed her not-so-good-looking brows. If that guy knew this thought, he would probably say a series of sharp words sharper than a kitchen knife. Of course, she knew that only by becoming stronger could she control her destiny, but for some reason, she always felt that practicing boxing would be very painful, as if she had already suffered enough. Moreover, she was afraid of pain, and had read many books of sages, but she did not see any reason that forbid people to be afraid of pain, so she felt at ease.

There were no accidents along the way. A seventh-rank warrior could injure six people, and dealing with a dozen thugs was no problem. Moreover, there were no thugs who were too interested in an ordinary middle-aged woman. She spent money and moved cautiously, not like a wealthy family.

It was almost midnight when Pei Nanwei returned to the yard. There were a few people at the door pretending to follow him. They were probably from the Jiedushi's army. They were tactful and did not do anything unnecessary.

The extremely young Duke of Ji was lying on the rattan chair as usual, yesterday, today, and probably tomorrow as well. He was obviously extremely lazy, but he was very serious about martial arts. If you look closely, his appearance was extremely outstanding, worthy of the evaluation of being unparalleled in handsomeness. Objectively speaking, he was at least much stronger than himself. However, on the martial arts rating list that the entire martial arts world and the government paid special attention to, the Duke of Ji's appearance was never mentioned once. Instead, it was always about how many armors he had broken, who he had killed, what magical powers he had, and what realm he was in.

"Duke, I want to become a god of war." Pei Nanwei suddenly spoke.

"Yeah." Jiang Yuan replied perfunctorily. Even if the other party wanted to become the king of martial arts, it had nothing to do with him. If there was a conflict, just ask for fists.

"Do you want to challenge Wang Xianzhi?" Crow asked in surprise, he was going out for some fun.

Pei Nanwei shook her head. In the vague and distant dream, she couldn't remember too many things, even her name. She only knew that her fists were very strong and she knocked down one by one the mountain immortals with blurry faces. In the way of martial arts, others could only follow behind her.

"Before midnight, make up for the late work you have done."

Pei Nanwei: “…”

It seems like it’s too early to be happy.

(End of this chapter)