Simultaneous travel: Each of me has a different cheat code

Outside Xinzheng City, the sound of war drums shook the sky and the earth, and Ji Wuye's army was approaching the city.

The endless black military flags rustled in the cold wind, and tens of thousands of rebels surged in like a tide, surrounding Xinzheng City.

In the palace, King Han was sitting on a high platform, and the officials were as silent as cicadas.

"Report——!" The soldier rushed into the hall and knelt down and said.

"Your Majesty, the rebels have arrived outside the city, only twenty miles away from Xinzheng!"

King Han's face turned pale, and his hand holding the armrest trembled slightly.

He looked at the ministers and said: "My dear friends, who can defend Xinzheng for me?"

No one said anything in the court, everyone lowered their heads, not even daring to take a breath.

At this moment, Han Fei walked out slowly, raised his hands and said, "Your Majesty, Han Fei is willing to lead the troops into battle!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was shocked.

"Master Han Fei is leading the army? This...how is this possible?"

"Master Han Fei's talent is unmatched by anyone in the court, but he is not a military commander after all! His martial arts skills are probably not as good as those of ordinary soldiers! At most, he can only defend himself."

"Although we have done something in the city, maybe it is okay to fight with the ordinary army! But this time we are facing Ji Wuye, and there are some famous generals who have rebelled."

"Yes! Famous generals, do you know famous generals? That is a person with ten thousand enemies. It is said that he is Feng Ting! This is no joke."

"This battle is related to the survival of South Korea. How can you let Mr. Han Fei take the risk?"

The ministers discussed it a lot, and many people raised questions.

King Han wanted to refuse, but fell into silence.

Han Fei looked at King Han: "Your Majesty, Ji Wuye has been rebelling for a long time, and his power is deeply rooted in the army."

"There is no one available in the court now, only Han Fei is willing to fight on behalf of the king."

"If the king hesitates any longer, I'm afraid Xinzheng City will fall into Ji Wuye's hands!"

King Han's situation is uncertain.

He was indeed afraid of handing over military power to Han Fei. After all, Ji Wuye's rebellion had left him frightened, and he couldn't help but wonder whether Han Fei would become the next "Ji Wuye."

But the current situation has reached a critical moment of life and death. If a decision is not made, Xinzheng City will be unable to resist the rebels.

After a while, King Han sighed: "Okay, I will hand over the military power to you! But you have to remember that if you do anything wrong, I will never spare you!"

Han Fei raised his hands and saluted: "Han Fei will live up to the king's trust! By the way, help me call Bao Yuan up."

"good!"

This Bao Yuan is no ordinary person, he may be a fierce man who has the strength to compete with Bai Qi.

Perhaps he is the only warrior in South Korea currently.

After taking over the military talisman, Han Fei quickly summoned all available troops in the city.

There are only more than 10,000 soldiers and horses under his command, which is nothing compared to Ji Wuye's hundreds of thousands of rebels.

However, Han Fei personally led his troops out of the city and faced the rebels.

Outside the city, the two armies faced each other.

Ji Wuye was riding on a tall horse, wearing armor, and looked at Han Fei's army with a sneer.

Behind him were densely packed rebels, with battle flags like a forest, and their momentum overwhelming.

However, Han Fei's troops seemed extremely weak.

"Han Fei!" Ji Wuye shouted loudly.

"With just a few men like you, you dare to go out of the city to fight? Are you here to die?"

Han Fei rode on the horse and looked up at him coldly: "Ji Wuye, as a general of South Korea, you rebelled. Is this your loyalty?"

Ji Wuye laughed loudly: "Loyalty? Han Fei, you are a helpless scholar, what do you know about loyalty? The king is stupid and incompetent, and Korea will die in his hands sooner or later! I raised the army just for the sake of South Korea is just looking for a way out!”

Han Fei's eyes turned cold and he said coldly: "Ji Wuye, you are just dressing up as a "savior" for your own selfish desires! Today I, Han Fei, lead the troops here to do justice for heaven and eradicate this rebellious person like you. !”

Hearing this, Ji Wuye sneered: "Only you? Han Fei, you can't even hold a knife steady, why should you fight me?"

Han Fei did not get angry, but raised his hand and pointed at the enemy formation: "In that case, I, Han Fei, think that the generals of the two armies will challenge each other to determine the outcome!"

As soon as these words came out, the 10,000 soldiers behind Han Fei were in an uproar.

"What? A duel?"

"How could the young master make such a suggestion? How could he be Ji Wuye's opponent?"

"This...isn't this self-humiliating?"

Even Ji Wuye was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Han Fei and then laughed: "Han Fei, are you crazy? What kind of famous general do you think you are? One-on-one? What do you want to fight with me?"

Han Fei raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Ji Wuye, what, don't you dare?"

Ji Wuye snorted coldly: "Don't dare? I'm afraid that you are a scholar with no strength? Since you want to fight alone, this general will help you!"

He turned his head and looked at a general beside him: "Feng Ting, go meet him!"

Feng Ting responded.

He was a burly man, wearing heavy armor, holding a huge hammer in his hand, riding on a tall war horse, and pressing down on Han Fei like a mountain.

Feng Ting rode his horse to the front of the battle and looked at Han Fei coldly: "Han Fei, who are you going to send to die? Could it be you?"

Han Fei looked at Feng Ting and frowned slightly.

Although he was not familiar with this general's skills, judging from the opponent's momentum and body shape, it was obvious that he was an opponent that should not be underestimated.

What's more, his reputation is a sensation in the Seven Kingdoms, at least it won't be blown out.

Han Fei turned to look at the soldiers behind him and asked loudly: "Who wants to fight?"

However, there was silence all around.

The soldiers lowered their heads, and no one dared to stand up.

Feng Ting's reputation has long been known in the Korean army. His military force is unrivaled. Some people even rumored that he once killed dozens of enemy generals with one against a hundred.

At this moment, who dares to step forward and die?

Han Fei shouted angrily: "Bao Yuan! Where is Bao Yuan? Come out quickly!"

Baoyuan is a top warrior in South Korea, and he is usually the most loyal.

However, Han Fei shouted several times but received no response.

Han Fei felt uneasy and looked up at the enemy formation.

I saw Baoyuan's figure standing behind Ji Wuye!

That familiar face, that familiar armor, was already standing in the enemy camp.

"Bao Yuan!" Han Fei shouted angrily.

"You actually betrayed me?"

Bao Yuan looked at Han Fei coldly: "Han Fei, you are just a scholar and don't understand the ways of the army at all."

"I follow General Ji to survive."

Han Fei took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Bring us weapons!"

He tightened his grip on the reins and was about to go into battle himself, but was interrupted by a sudden shout from behind.

"Han Fei! Stop!"

Han Fei suddenly turned around and saw Zhao Ji riding a white horse, wearing a black robe, and carrying a one-meter-long sword on her shoulder, appearing in front of the battle in a heroic manner.

Her eyebrows are sharp, like a heroine.

Han Fei looked at her, suddenly shocked and angry: "Zhao Ji! What are you doing here? Go back quickly!"

Zhao Ji was unmoved. She rode her horse to Han Fei's side and said coldly: "Han Fei, none of your men dare to fight, and you are no match for Feng Ting."

"If no one comes to fight, you will only die! In that case, let me do it!"

Han Fei shouted angrily: "Zhao Ji! Are you crazy? Come back quickly!"

At this moment, a burst of laughter came from Ji Wuye's formation: "Hahaha, Han Fei! You don't even have anyone who can fight, and you actually let a woman fight? Your Korean army doesn't even have a man. Is there any left?”

As soon as these words came out, a burst of laughter broke out among the enemy troops. The soldiers behind Han Fei lowered their heads one by one, looking ashamed.

Zhao Ji looked at the enemy formation coldly: "Han Fei, since they look down on us, let me prove to them who is the real waste!"

Han Fei's anger burst out like a volcano. He suddenly reined in his horse and glared at Zhao Ji: "Zhao Ji, why are you joining in the fun when the two armies are facing each other?"

"Do you think this is a joke? Swords and swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and you won't be allowed to interrupt!"

"It's our business to be here in the mansion. Now this is a battlefield. It's not your turn to be a hero! Go back!"

When Zhao Ji heard this, she was startled. Her originally stubborn eyebrows instantly dimmed, and her eyes became moist without knowing when.

She bit her lip, trying hard not to shed tears, but she couldn't help it, and two lines of tears fell down her cheeks.

"I just... I just want to help you..." Zhao Ji's voice was choked.

Her hands were holding the broadsword on her shoulders tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white.

She had never seen Han Fei so angry, and she had never thought that he would scold her like this on such an occasion.

She felt wronged and felt that she had been misunderstood.

Han Fei felt a sting in his heart when he saw Zhao Ji's tears.

He knew that what he said was too harsh, but the current situation did not allow him to be soft.

Zhao Ji is indeed brave, but she is not a battlefield person, she is just a former Qin dancer.

No matter how smart and agile she is, she can't stand up to a fierce general like Feng Ting in front of an army.

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"Zhao Ji..." Han Fei was about to speak, but his tone was already softer, but he didn't know how to continue.

At this time, a cold voice came from a simple carriage next to Han Fei: "Master, let her try."

Han Fei turned around and saw Bai Jing leaning against the low window of the carriage, holding a roll of bamboo slips in both hands, looking calmly at the situation in front of him.

"Bai Jing, are you crazy?" Han Fei lowered his voice and said angrily.

"Zhao Ji is just a woman. You want me to let her go to the battlefield? She doesn't even have a decent armor!"

Bai Jing smiled lightly: "Sir, since Zhao Ji dares to stand up, it means that she has already made complete preparations in her heart."

"What's more, no one of your men dares to fight today. If you refuse her again, morale will collapse."

"On the battlefield, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit."

"If Zhao Ji can win, she will naturally be a fierce general under your command."

"If she loses, you have done your best to dissuade her and will not lose your prestige. Why not let her try?"

Han Fei had mixed feelings in his heart when he listened to Bai Jing's words.

He looked back at Zhao Ji and found that her tears had been replaced by stubbornness.

She stood there, the broadsword on her shoulder glowing red in the sunlight.

"Zhao Ji..." Han Fei felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart.

He was reluctant to let her take risks, but Bai Jing's words made him unable to refute.

The current situation is indeed irreversible.

After a moment of silence, Han Fei finally sighed: "If you insist on doing this, then go ahead."

"But remember, don't force yourself! If there is danger, retreat immediately."

When Zhao Ji heard Han Fei relent, she nodded solemnly: "I understand."

Han Fei knew that Zhao Ji's courage alone would still be difficult to fight against a fierce general like Feng Ting.

If he wanted Zhao Ji to have a chance of winning, he had to find another way.

Han Fei rode forward, came to the front of the two armies, and shouted again: "Ji Wuye!"

Ji Wuye was sitting on his horse and looked at Han Fei with a sneer: "What? Do you have any last words to say?"

Han Fei snorted coldly: "When two armies are facing each other, it stands to reason that equal generals should be sent to fight."

"You sent Feng Ting to fight. Isn't it too much of a deception?"

Hearing this, Ji Wuye laughed loudly: "Han Fei, since you dare to mention a duel, you should know that there is no equality on the battlefield!"

"Feng Ting is one of my generals, Ji Wuye. What's wrong with him going to battle?"

Han Fei shouted coldly: "Ji Wuye, you are really becoming more and more depraved."

"The commander of a mighty army of 100,000 men sent a fierce general like Feng Ting to deal with a woman."

"Is that all you have confidence in?"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Wuye's laughter stopped immediately.

He naturally heard the provocation in Han Fei's words, but he also knew that Han Fei's words had aroused discussion among the soldiers of both armies.

"A woman?"

"That's right. Feng Ting is too bullying when playing against a woman, isn't it?"

"General Ji is doing this, isn't it a bit overwhelming..."

And Feng Ting himself sat on the ground all of a sudden: "Huh! I don't want to fight with a bitch!"

Ji Wuye frowned.

If he continues to insist on letting Feng Ting fight, it may affect his prestige in the military.

Han Fei is indeed cunning!

Ji Wuye cursed secretly in his heart.

He snorted coldly, pretending to be generous and said: "Okay! Since you think Feng Ting is not suitable, then I will replace you with someone else to fight with you, so that you will not say that I am deceiving others."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look behind him: "Mr. Wu, go meet him."

After hearing the order, the big man was stunned and seemed a little reluctant.

But he eventually walked away from the team.

He was fat, with a sinewy face, and wore a pair of ill-fitting armor, which made him look funny.

What is even more surprising is that he did not ride a horse, but walked to the front of the formation.

With his size, he might even crush a horse!

When the soldiers from both armies saw this scene, they burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Is General Ji planning to send a cook into battle?"

"This guy doesn't even have a horse. Is he just trying to be funny?"

"Maybe he came to die!"

Even Han Fei's soldiers couldn't help but whisper: "Can this man... really be able to fight?"

Zhao Ji stood in front of the formation and looked coldly at the fat general Wu Gong opposite.

She didn't take him lightly because of his appearance.

Han Fei looked at Mr. Wu, but doubts arose in his heart.

Ji Wuye actually sent such a person. Is he underestimating the enemy, or does he have another agenda?

He turned to look at Bai Jing and asked in a low voice: "Bai Jing, who is this Mr. Wu?"

Bai Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment and then said: "Gong Wu is not Ji Wuye's confidant, but a local guard who temporarily took refuge with him."

"Although he was fat, he was extremely powerful. He once killed three horses with one punch during local riots."

"Young Master needs to remind Zhao Ji to be careful and not to be fooled by his appearance."

When Han Fei heard this, he was shocked: "So that's it, this man is actually a beast!"

Zhao Ji carried a big sword on her shoulder and walked forward slowly, her black robe flowing in the wind.

"Woman!" Wu Gong stood opposite, grinning, showing yellow teeth.

"Han Fei, is it true that you don't even have a man under your command? I thought you were joking before!"

Zhao Ji smiled coldly: "No need to talk nonsense. Under the sword, who is strong and who is weak will be known in a single battle."

Mr. Wu laughed loudly: "Okay! Since you want to die so much, then I will help you!"

The two stood in front of the formation, and the surrounding soldiers gathered together to form a natural fighting circle.

"Let's start!" Zhao Ji clenched the sword, sank slightly, and assumed an extremely stable starting position.

"How capable can you be as a woman?" Wu Gong picked up a thick iron rod and slammed it towards Zhao Ji!

Zhao Ji lightly kicked her feet and quickly stepped back. The iron rod hit the ground and raised a cloud of dust.

"Ha, it's quite flexible." Wu Gong snorted coldly, raised the iron rod and smashed it again.

Zhao Ji observed his movements calmly.

Although the strength is great, the speed is too slow.

She suddenly turned sideways, dodged the iron rod, and swung the sword out, aiming at Mr. Wu's left arm!