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

Chapter 86: Encountering Ying Zheng and his mother by chance; New skill [God-like Steps] (Please subscribe~)

South Korea, by the Wei River.

"Get 'em!"

"Don't run! Otherwise I will kill you on the spot!"

"Qin bastards, stop right there!"

In the desert, dust filled the sky, and the sound of horses' hooves clattering on the ground and their rough roars rose and fell one after another.

It was a team of elite cavalry, all wearing dark brown rattan armor and black iron helmets. The horses they rode were strong and tall, and were the purest grassland horses.

The group was galloping, but their goal was to see a mother and son not far ahead.

They were dressed in simple linen clothes, with tattered hats on their heads, and were dirty from head to toe, looking no different from beggars.

"Zheng'er...Mother can't run anymore!"

The woman was breathing rapidly, her pretty features vaguely visible through her dirt-covered face, but her legs, which felt as if they were filled with lead, caused her to slow down rapidly.

"Hurry up...go!"

She knew that she had no way to escape today, and without learning martial arts, she would only be a burden. Rather than having her and her son captured and taken back to Zhao State together, it would be better for her to bear everything.

By the way, it can also delay some time. As long as my beloved son can return to Qin safely, it will be enough.

"Mom! Don't say such depressing words. I'll carry you on my back!"

The young man was sweating profusely at this time. He looked back at the long dragon of smoke and dust in the sky, and the pursuers were getting closer and closer.

Without saying a word, he carried her on his back and ran forward at full speed.

"We have gone through so many hardships to escape from Handan. How can we just give up now?"

"Mother, our father has ignored us, so I will take you home!"

He spoke in a low voice, his handsome face full of determination and ruthlessness, and his slightly bulging cheeks showed that he was clenching his teeth.

"Don't run!"

"drive!"

"drive!"

The noisy sound traveled far in the blue sky.

On the vast plain, a bare dead tree stood by the river, and a tied black-maned horse was drinking water quietly.

The tree branches swayed in the air with bright red silk hems, fluttering in the wind.

He was a young man lying on a tree branch to take a rest, with his hands behind his head, a huge rattan hat covering his face, and his red clothes swaying silently.

On the tree branch next to it was a rectangular wooden box half a person's height and a two-meter-long strip wrapped in linen.

Perhaps the shrieking sound disturbed his peace. He held up his hat slightly with his left hand, hid his handsome face in the darkness, bit some grass, and quietly watched the people chasing and fleeing in the distance.

Whoosh!
Suddenly, an arrow flew out from the pursuer's hand, and the entire sky and earth were instantly stretched into afterimages.

Then, in an instant, the linen clothes were torn apart, and flesh and blood splattered.

Ah!
The young man frowned and screamed in pain. One of his thighs instantly lost feeling and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Zheng'er!"

The woman hurriedly crawled over and flipped the boy over in a panic. His face was already covered with bloody scratches from the stones.

However, the injury on the thigh was even more shocking, and the blood soon dyed the ground below red.

"Zheng'er! Mother is here, mother is here! Mother will find a way!"

The woman's eyes were red with anxiety and she hurriedly took off her shawl to try to stop his bleeding.

However, the young man pushed it away, held the arrow with both hands, and gritted his teeth!

click!
The arrow was broken by him.

呲!
Afterwards, he held his breath and pulled out the arrow, and the flying blood splattered all over the faces of the mother and son.

Even though it hurt so much that his nails dug into his flesh, the boy gritted his teeth and said nothing.

At this moment, seven pursuers had caught up and were circling around the mother and son, grinning grimly.

"Run! Run again!"

"I chased you all the way from Handan to here, and finally caught you."

"Ying Zheng, Zhao Di, just come back with me. Er Qin has committed many evil deeds and is cruel and ruthless. Someone must pay for these sins!"

"What else is there to say? Just kill him right here!"

"I think Zhao Di still has her charm..."

The surrounding area was filled with creepy laughter, and the horse hooves raised circles of dust, which made Zhao Di cough uncontrollably and her face turned pale.

Ying Zheng angrily pulled out a rusty dagger from the package, held it behind him, and stared coldly at the Zhao soldiers in front of him.

Even though he was seriously injured, the arrogance and fierceness in his eyes remained unchanged.

This look made the red-faced commander who was in the lead slightly surprised, and then he grinned and sneered.

"Your eyes are scary, and you look like a tough guy. If I let you go back to Qin, wouldn't that be like letting a tiger go back to the mountain?"

"Him? This kid whose hair hasn't even fully grown yet?"

"Hahahaha, just thinking about how we're going to capture the King of Qin's son alive makes everyone happy, very happy!"

"It is enough to avenge the shame of Changping!"

"Hehe, I'm still interested in this girl. We're both from Zhao. If she can serve the Qin people, how can she not serve me? Having fun by the Wei River is also an elegant thing..."

Whoosh!
Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and the voice of the man with the lewd smile just now stopped abruptly. Although the dagger stuck in his forehead was rusty, it was still fatal.

"Smelly boy..."

He choked out a few words and then fell heavily off his horse.

The war horses were frightened and neighed loudly as they galloped away. The Zhao soldiers all looked ferocious and cursed, but they could not shake the ruthlessness in Ying Zheng's eyes at all.

"You all deserve to die!"

The red-faced commander also had no patience to tease him anymore, so he waved his hand and said, "Tie him up!"

"I said."

Just as everyone was about to take action, a lazy voice came from the distance.

The soldiers turned around and saw a young man wearing a straw hat and a red shirt sitting under a dry tree in the distance, stretching lazily.

Wu Fengdeng spat out the grass in his mouth and said, "Get lost. I'll protect these two people."

"Who are you? How dare you speak nonsense in front of this governor!"

The red-faced commander narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that the young man in red had no armor or weapons, was dressed casually, and sat lazily, with no trace of being a Qin soldier at all.

Who is this idle person who is so ignorant as to meddle in other people's business?

"This is a matter of public affairs of our State of Zhao. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or I will kill you without mercy!"

His voice was like a loud bell, and the energy and blood in the middle stage of bone strengthening surged, trying to shock people.

"Sir, don't waste your breath on him. He's just an idle boy. Kill him and you'll be done with it!"

"That's right. Since he stood up for the King of Qin's son, he can be considered an accomplice."

"Look! I won't shoot him to death with one arrow!"

The cold light from the raised arrow flashed in Wu Fengdeng's eyes. He knew there was no point in saying more, so he grabbed the long strip of linen and jumped down.

huh~~
The arrow slid over, brushing past Wu Fengdeng's chest, and tearing off the gray linen cloth.

The scarlet spear hummed as it flew out, adding a touch of bloody murderous intent under the blue sky.

"kill him!"

The red-faced commander sensed something was wrong and immediately stopped hesitating. He gave an order and six men and six horses swarmed forward.

Wu Fengdeng let out a long breath, took off his hat and threw it into the air.

Bow, luck.

boom!
Exploded out!

【Dragon Roar Spear】

The red shadow, along with the rolling air current, instantly knocked the six people to the ground. The fierce wind tore their bodies apart, their armor was shattered, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere. Even the Red-Faced Commander who was in the middle stage of Bone Strength could not escape.

Deep grooves had already been dug into the ground.

Ying Zheng and the other two were stunned, as if they couldn't believe that these elite cavalry were killed in a single encounter. The bamboo hat in the air swayed and floated down, and was immediately caught in his hand and buckled.

……

Under the dead tree.

"Be patient."

Wu Fengdeng poured out some hemostatic powder, which instantly turned into a piercing pain that rushed straight to the top of his head. His body began to twitch, but he didn't say a word.

After a long time, Fang suddenly let out a long sigh, and panted against a dead tree with sweat all over his forehead. The wound on his leg had stopped bleeding and only needed a simple bandage.

"Thank you for your help, my mother and I are grateful!"

Zhao Di fell to her knees, kowtowed and thanked him with a trembling body, tears streaming down her face.

Since escaping from Handan last month, the two of them have been sleeping in the open air and starving. They originally wanted to go back to Qin from Han, but they didn't expect to be discovered by Zhao soldiers.

The journey was extremely difficult and no one ever came to my rescue. It's so sad to talk about it.

Fortunately, God helps those who work hard, and the mother and son finally met their savior. This kindness really made Zhao Di cry with gratitude.

Seeing this, Wu Fengdeng hurriedly helped him up and said with a smile, "You're welcome. It's just a small favor."

Seeing that he was pale and thin, and looked tired, he took out two dry biscuits from the package and said, "Eat."

Zhao Di's eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't wait to grab the biscuit and took a big bite, then hurriedly muttered as she broke the biscuit apart and stuffed it into Ying Zheng's mouth.

"Zheng'er! Zheng'er! Eat quickly!"

The mother and son, who had not had any food for three days, were fighting over the food they ate, and their miserable scene was truly pitiful.

Seeing this, Wu Fengdeng couldn't help but think of the beginning, when he and Jiang Qiyu were in the same situation, neither human nor ghost.

Hey~
He was also quite knowledgeable about the history of the Warring States Period, and the various vassal states often sent princes to each other as "hostages."

Ying Zheng's father, Ying Yiren, was a hostage placed by the Qin State in the Zhao State. He later gave birth to Ying Zheng with Zhao Ji, also known as Zhao Di.

Judging from the current situation, Ying Yiren should have returned to his country and become king, leaving the mother and son to suffer in Zhao State.

Looking at the Zulong with his cheeks full of blood, Wu Fengdeng still remembers vividly the scene of him throwing a dagger to kill someone.

He really is a ruthless person.

As the saying goes, adding icing on the cake is certainly gratifying, but providing timely assistance is even more precious.

Since I helped the mother and son when they were in trouble, I should be able to get along well in the Qin State, right?
This will be the biggest thigh in the future!

Wu Fengdeng touched his nose, turned around, took out a water scoop from the bag on the horse's back, and scooped some water from the Wei River.

Ying Zheng gulped down a few big gulps, and his bright eyes looked at him. He then wiped his hands on his body and barely stood up with the help of the dead tree.

He clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I, Ying Zheng, would like to thank you for saving my life. I cannot thank you enough. May I ask your name? I will repay you in the future!"

"Wu Fengdeng!"

He was very serious, pausing after each word and speaking clearly, fearing that Ying Zheng might not hear clearly. Then he grinned and squatted down to write his name on the ground.

"Hmm, do you remember it clearly?"

Ying Zheng nodded and said, "I'll remember that, Brother Wu!"

"Oh, yes!"

Wu Fengdeng patted him on the shoulder, feeling deeply moved.

This is the greatest connection!
"That's all. You two can take a rest for now. I'm also going to Qin State. We'll go together tomorrow morning."

Soon the sky was filled with sunset glow, and the orange-red ribbons in the west were beautiful.

Under the dead tree, Zhao Di and Ying Zheng slept peacefully. It was the first time in many days that they slept so peacefully. The bumps and obstacles along the way slowly faded away from their faces.

After Wu Fengdeng found some weeds around to feed the horse, he stretched his body and began to practice "The Art of Military Conquest".

It was still the internal skills and external movements, but there were many differences compared to what Wu Fengdeng had practiced before.

Yang Jianwen said that some improvements were made, but in fact most of the parts were changed. It can be understood as a new martial art under the name of Bingfa Jue.

Wu Fengdeng had been practicing while walking for the past few days, and only today did he become completely proficient in it.

boom!
boom!
As his fists and feet were thrown, dull explosions were heard, and Wu Fengdeng could clearly feel the blood and energy in his body surging, more than ten times stronger than before.

It was like a rushing stream and a huge wave, there was no comparison at all, and he had to be very careful when practicing it because of its ferocity, for fear of tearing his delicate meridians.

It can be seen how drastic the changes Yang Jianwen made. Fortunately, Wu Fengdeng has now advanced to the late stage of bone strengthening and is in the right time to open up his meridians. This kind of fierce force can achieve twice the result with half the effort, and the efficiency of practice is significantly improved.

Practice like this all night.

The next morning, as the light of dawn shone through the east, Wu Fengdeng slowly stopped and stood up, and the surging energy and blood in his body slowly calmed down.

huh~~
Then he let out a long breath, and his mind suddenly became clear.

The Mirror of Ever-Victory slowly unfolds before your eyes.

[Lancer]

【Business point: 4】

After a night, the fourth karma point belonging to the spearman was finally condensed.

"Healthy feet, great success."

The golden light spread and slowly flowed into the [Healthy Foot].

【Healthy Foot (Minor Achievement) → (Great Achievement)】

【Healthy feet, great success, a thousand miles a day】

[Advanced to the Great Mastery stage, unlock the martial arts "Godly Steps"]

The morning haze faded and distorted around me, and the illusion returned.

call!
I was surprised to see the phantom running at high speed, with dark red blood lingering on its legs. It was as fast as lightning and within just three breaths it had already rushed over a mile away.

Afterwards, the energy and blood in Phantom's legs were reduced by more than half, and his speed also dropped, but he was able to last for a long time, and he did not feel the slightest bit of fatigue after running for half a quarter of an hour.

"This martial art simply increases leg strength. It can be used for short-distance sprints or long-distance raids. It is very applicable."

Wu Fengdeng understood and was secretly happy.

Considering his style of being good at charging, this martial art will undoubtedly greatly increase his charging speed. If it is combined with other martial arts such as the Dragon Roar Spear, the assault ability will be improved by more than a little bit.

Even if it is not used in combat, it is great for escaping, and the ability to survive is also greatly improved.

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengdeng waved his hand to dispel the illusion. Ying Zheng and his mother also had a good sleep and just woke up.

"Both of you, get on your horses. We are going back to Qin."

Most of the grassland horses ridden by the Zhao cavalry died in battle with their owners, leaving only one relatively healthy horse. It happened that Ying Zheng's leg injury had not yet healed, so he rode on the same horse with Zhao Di.

After he left, the sun was already high in the sky.

Dozens of riders came galloping under the dead tree, all wearing rattan armor, iron helmets, and Zhao military uniforms.

One of the captains, who was wearing a black cloak on one shoulder, dismounted and stayed for a long time among the broken limbs and arms on the ground before he saw the red-faced commander's head in the pool of dried blood.

His face became even gloomier and his breathing became heavy.

"Sir, it is impossible for Ying Zheng to have such a strong force. Could it be that the Qin State sent someone to pick him up?"

An officer frowned and said this, and many cavalrymen around him looked at each other in bewilderment.

They received news a few days ago that Ying Zheng and his mother had appeared in South Korea, so they rushed over without stopping and divided into teams to search.

After a lot of effort, a team finally found them, but their bodies were left exposed in the wilderness, and Ying Zheng and Zhao Di were nowhere to be seen.

Looking at the tragic scene, it is most likely that the Qin State has sent experts to greet them. In that case, it is probably time for them to retreat.

Unexpectedly, the captain said, "The King of Qin is weak now, and his time is running out. His second son Cheng Jiao wants to succeed him, and his conflicts with important officials such as Lu Buwei are deepening. It is a time of turmoil, so how can he care about Ying Zheng and his son?"

"Moreover, the borders of Han are strict. If we were not vassals of Jin, we would not be able to enter, let alone the powerful Qin."

"So this action must have been done by someone else!"

The captain looked at the rows of horse hooves in the west, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.

"Chase him! Send pigeons to all the counties and prefectures along the way to the west of Mount Xiao, asking them to help capture him! Anyone can kill the son of the powerful Qin!"

"Here!"

　In history, Ying Zheng ascended to the throne very early, but this is a fantasy novel, just a parallel world disguised as the Warring States period. The author made a lot of changes in order to write the stories of many great men in the author's mind, such as Ying Zheng, Li Mu, Han Fei, Zilu, etc. Characters from different eras may meet each other.

　　Don't be too serious, everyone~~
　　In addition, thanks to you all, the author really didn't expect to get 200 first orders. Originally, I thought it would be good if it was only 100, so the flag I set at the beginning was that I should update 10,000 words a day now. The author remembers it, but I'm moving house recently and have too many things to do. I'll post all the manuscripts in a short time, so I'll update 8,000 words a day for the time being, and strive to update 10,000 words a day when it stabilizes. Please bear with me~~
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