From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 47: Red-dressed Butcher Yang Jianwen (Begging to read~~)

"Is this the martial art that killed Bao Hui? It looks really good. It would be great if you were from Wei. It's a pity that you died."

Zhou Tao did not hide his praise, just like his sword, which could not conceal its murderous sharpness.

A strong wind blew between the two of them.

Wu Fengdeng completely disregarded life and death. There was only this person in his eyes and this gun in his heart.

boom!
He fiercely stabbed out the more than four-meter-long battle flag. The dancing flag looked more like fluttering dragon whiskers, roaring with an unstoppable determination.

"The fly shakes the tree."

Zhou Tao sneered disdainfully.

However, as soon as the look of contempt formed, it was frozen on his face as if petrified.

In the dark brown pupils, a set of red armor rushed towards Wu Fengdeng's head.

The same stabbing action, the same cold and murderous look, as if they were carved from the same mold.

The only difference is that her spear tip is extremely powerful.

Swish!
It was as if Princess Iron Fan was waving her fan, and an extremely strong gust of wind raged, instantly destroying Zhou Tao and his armor into pieces.

Along with it, a small number of houses and dead trees were overturned, making a terrifying noise.

Wu Fengdeng was frightened by the terrifying destructive power and stared at the battle flag in his hand in amazement.

what the hell!

When did I become so powerful?

After a moment of being stunned, he saw a person slowly falling from the sky in front of him.

This person was wearing red and black armor, with his hair tied up and a purple wooden hairpin inserted diagonally. He was tall, with a red brocade iron battle skirt with a dragon pattern tied around his waist, floating cloud boots on his feet, and a steel-handled red glass spear in his hand.

Very heroic.

Reinforcements?

Wu Fengdeng paused for a moment, and then the clanging of war horses came to his ears, and the earth was shaking slightly.

Looking back, I saw countless cavalry of the Guards rushing towards me.

"It's the Vanguard Army!"

"General Yang! General Yang!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha!"

"Wei bastards, die!"

As the iron hooves stomped heavily, Wu Fengdeng felt that the world around him became increasingly quiet.

Tinnitus, dizziness.

Ho!
His body tilted, and he could vaguely see the hideous, deep wound on his waist. Half of his body was stained red.

puff~
……

"More than a hundred people held out for ten days. It's amazing."

"General Yang had already made arrangements to retake the position, but he didn't expect that the position had always been there."

"God bless our country! If we lose this place, it will take us at least two or three more days to cross the river. Now we can just build a bridge to transport troops, which saves us a lot of effort."

"What's the name of the leader of the C Battalion?"

"Liu Fengdeng, oh no, Wu Fengdeng!"

"I just heard from the Bingzi Camp that Wu Fengdeng has killed three centurions in the Strong Bone Realm and a mid-stage commander in the past few days! Tsk tsk, the young are really formidable!"

"I have also heard of this person. He is a favorite of General Zhao. Just now, even General Yang went to the military doctor in person to inquire about the injury. I am really envious of him."

"What's there to envy? Can you hold on for ten days?"

……

In a daze, Wu Fengdeng always had a vague voice ringing in his ears, chattering and disturbing his peace.

However, it also happened to arouse some of his wakefulness. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a yellow-brown tent.

What followed was tearing pain in many parts of the body.

Fuck!
Wu Fengdeng frowned and propped up his upper body, habitually reaching around for his gun. Suddenly, he felt something soft and warm.

I pinched it subconsciously, and why is it still somewhat elastic?
Wu Fengdeng turned his head suspiciously, and saw a pair of light brown eyes staring at him from above, with a hint of surprise in their indifference.

Looking at the delicate face in front of him with features tending towards neutral beauty, and his hand resting on his thigh.

Uh……

Wu Fengdeng was stunned.

Then his pupils suddenly shrank!

"General Yang!"

"If you hadn't been instrumental in maintaining the status quo, the crime of blasphemy would have been enough to get you killed ten times."

Yang Jianwen's voice was full of authority and he looked down upon others with a cold expression.

"I'm sorry, it was unintentional. I didn't know the general was here. Please forgive me!"

Wu Fengdeng moved over and got down to the ground, bowing slightly despite the pain.

The anger in Yang Jianwen's brows gradually disappeared, and he asked, "How do you feel about the injury?"

"Thank you for your concern, General. I'm fine now!"

He could feel that although he had many wounds on his body, they were all insignificant superficial injuries, and his tendons, bones and veins were all intact.

I don’t know what medicine I took, but the strong medicinal power is still working in my body. I can clearly feel my qi and blood slowly increasing.

"For the time being, cooperate with the military doctor to sew up the wound. Come back to my tent in half an hour."

Yang Jianwen withdrew his gaze, put his hands behind his waist, and walked out.

Seeing the figure walking away, Wu Fengdeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to be surprised to find cold sweat on his back.

He was almost scared out of his wits just now!

Who is General Yang Jianwen?
The descendant of the Yang family, a family of generals in Wei state, she studied under Guiguzi, has profound cultivation and is proficient in the art of war. She is the only female general of the new generation in Wei state and is known as the "Red-Dressed Butcher Woman".

Rumor has it that she joined the army to fight at the age of ten and has never been defeated in fifteen years. She is truly a female war god who grew up on horseback!
Of course, these are all rumors in the military, and Wu Fengdeng has only heard of them and doesn't know whether they are true or not, but what he can be sure of is that he absolutely cannot afford to provoke them at the moment!
"Women in ancient times were not like women today. They valued chastity the most. I just touched her leg... Fortunately, she didn't mean to kill me."

Wu Fengdeng felt extremely fortunate. He stopped thinking about it and cooperated with the military doctor next to him to apply medicine and suture the wound.

In less than half an hour, he put on a new red shirt, opened the curtain and walked out.

It was already dark, the moon was dim and the stars were sparse. A large patch of silver light was shining down, and the camp was filled with people.

Soon, more and more eyes were cast over, and almost everyone passing by, whether they were patrolmen or scattered soldiers and cooks, looked at them with sidelong glances.

They were all new faces staring at me, with expressions of admiration, surprise, or envy.

During that less than a mile journey, Wu Fengdeng truly experienced what it meant to be the center of attention.

However, it is gratifying that Jing Ke and his group are still alive, sitting around the campfire and getting along well with the soldiers.

After seeing him passing by, Jing Ke simply smiled cheerfully, then raised the wine jug and touched it from a distance.

Wu Fengdeng nodded slightly and stopped in front of Yang Jianwen's tent.

"The centurion of the Bing Battalion, Wu Fengdeng, has been summoned to see you."

"Enter."

There was a slight sound from inside the tent, and the guard at the door reached out and lifted the curtain.

The interior of the brown cloth tent was extremely spacious, with only a few tables, cushions, and two rows of fire pits providing bright lighting.

In the middle and back, there is a large chair with a gilded dragon pattern.

Yang Jianwen sat on it casually, his armor removed, wearing a wide robe, with a large piece of white cloth wrapped diagonally around his upper body, on which were a few bright red blood clots.

There was a pretty woman next to her, stitching up the wound on her left shoulder. Her tight and delicate skin glowed in the firelight, making the wound even more severe.

Seriously injured?

Wu Fengdeng didn't understand what was going on, so he withdrew his gaze, clasped his fists and bowed.

"General Yang."

(End of this chapter)