Houfu Key Class

Zong Zhao couldn't speak.

He could bear to tell lies to his elderly parents.

But facing Zong Yan's memorial tablet, what appeared in front of his eyes was his young brother who was always 16 years old. The debt and hatred in his heart doubled, and all his words became difficult, blocking all his excuses.

"You can't tell, right?" Old Marquis said sadly, "Because this is not the truth. The truth is dirty. Zong Yan went to serve the country with passion, but in the end he died at the hands of his own people. And you, come back Queen Jing has solved the case for the Yan family, and the next step is to kill the murderer, just to let Zong Yan rest in peace under Jiuquan, right? "

Zong Zhao took Zong Yan's tablet with trembling hands and held it in his arms, just like he held his younger brother with adoring eyes after decades.

Ten years ago, night in the military camp.

Sixteen-year-old Zong Yan came back with firewood in his arms, muttering: "It's too much. The son of General Zhao's family can become a captain when he enters the military camp. Brother, you are so good and you are still the number one scholar in martial arts, but the result is... You are a centurion. You are not allowed to sleep with us every day, but you are always asked to do hard work. They just bully me because my father is injured and did not come to the battlefield, so they feel that no one can protect us. "

Zong Zhao took the firewood from his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. We can make a name for ourselves by relying on our own abilities. We don't care about them."

Zong Yan's temper came and went quickly. After talking angrily, he threw all these injustices behind his mind. He raised something shiny and showed off happily: "Brother, look what this is. ?”

Zong Zhao looked up and saw a silver claw with a thin silver line underneath. It looked familiar but strange. He asked uncertainly: "Iron Claw Divine Hook?"

The Iron Claw Divine Hook is a special weapon that can attack and climb. Zong Zhao has seen it on the weapon diagram, but the one in front of him seems different. The claws look very soft and the silver wire is very thin.

Zong Yan nodded and introduced to him enthusiastically: "This is what I improved. Although the silver coins are a little thin, the black iron wire used is very tough and can kill people without blood. Oh, and the claws can also be retracted. , you see, click here to close it, and here is to open it, so it will be more convenient than before, just plug it in through the cuff. Isn’t it amazing? "

Zong Zhao took it and looked around and commented: "Yes, you are very talented in making hidden weapons."

When Zong Yan was praised by his brother, he grinned: "Haha, I knew you would definitely praise me, brother. The masters in our martial arts academy also praised me in this way. It's a pity that I don't have enough experience now. Wait until I am on the battlefield." After a few more years of training, maybe we can make even more powerful weapons that can be used by all our soldiers in Dachu!"

With a faint smile on his lips, Zong Zhao returned the Iron Claw Divine Hook to him, and did not forget to encourage him: "What a great ambition, then I'll wait to see you improve a more powerful weapon."

Zong Yan laughed and laughed for a while, then took out the Iron Claw Divine Hook and put it into his hand again: "Brother, I'll give this to you first. I'm still working on it. When it's done, we'll each have one to kill the enemy." It’s definitely useful for self-defense.”

Zong Zhao didn't want it and replied: "Since you just made one, you can keep it and I'll wait for your second one."

Zong Yan thought for a while and said, "That's okay. I can do it very quickly. I can give it to you in a few days."

"good."

The brothers sat quietly in the corner.

The sticks in the fire crackled and burned.

At the fourth watch, it's still dark.

A soldier came to report: "Zong Zhao, the general has ordered you to lead a group of troops out of the city and lead the enemy troops into the jungle on the west side. We will send people over to counter-encircle them."

Zong Zhao frowned and said: "We only have a hundred people, which is too few even if we are used as bait."

The soldier did not explain, but raised his sign and said sternly: "Military orders cannot be violated. Do you want to disobey the order?"

Seeing that the two were about to conflict.

Zong Yan stepped forward and pulled his brother, and asked: "Soldier brother, which general gave the order, General Zhao?"

The soldier said coldly: "This is Zong Qiyun, General Zong."

Zong Yan was relieved when he heard this, and he advised: "Brother, it was Uncle Qiyun who gave the order. He is our cousin. Unlike that Zhao Yumin, he will definitely not harm us. I guess it must be Qiyun. My uncle has a brilliant battle plan, but it’s just not convenient for him to tell us below.”

Zong Zhao heard this and felt that it made sense. It was indeed inconvenient for the people below them to know the general's plan, so he gave up and went to count the number of people and prepare to leave the city.

Of course, a hundred-man squad was too fake as a bait, but it was still dark, and it was easy for them to create a large-number formation, and soon attracted the enemy's soldiers and horses to chase them.

Zong Yan backed away and said excitedly: "Brother, the number of people they are chasing is not too many, not too few, and there are thousands of them. Although we can't deal with it, if Uncle Qiyun outflanks them, none of these thousands of people can escape." !”

Zong Zhao hummed and said, "Be careful, don't really make a move with them, wait for Uncle Yun to come."

"good!"

These hundreds of people kept dragging back, firing with real guns and knives for a while, and then hurriedly retreated, it was impossible to distinguish between what was real and what was fake.

From a bait perspective, they do a great job.

But--

The soldiers at the rear suddenly shouted: "Sir, we can't retreat, there is a cliff behind us!"

"Ah? Cliff? Why is there a cliff behind the jungle?"

"I don't know either. We are all new recruits this year and are not familiar with the terrain at all... Centurion, what is going on?"

The soldiers' panicked questions made Zong Zhao's heart skip a beat. He realized that it was not good, but he still forcibly stabilized the soldiers' morale: "Since we can't retreat, let's fight. Don't worry, everyone, reinforcements will be here soon!"

"Okay! Let's fight them!"

"Today is our moment to become famous!"

The soldiers were full of morale, holding the weapons in their hands, shouting and killing the enemy.

This group of soldiers led by Zong Zhao was very strong. He had been training painstakingly since he entered the camp. Therefore, even in the first battle, they were extremely brave and killed with full momentum.

However, there are too many enemy troops.

The killed enemies fall one by one, and new enemies will come up later. Their combat effectiveness is not that strong, but their numbers are endless...endless...

Zong Yan was stunned in the crowd. His body and face were covered with blood, both from his enemies and from his own. He saw his own soldiers falling into a pool of blood one by one, but there was never any movement from the distance. He He turned to Zongzhao and asked: "Brother, will Uncle Qiyun not come?"