Simultaneous travel: Each of me has a different cheat code

Ji Wuye led five thousand elite soldiers and horses and quietly approached the Xinzheng camp.

Under the cover of darkness, the march was extremely secretive and made almost no sound.

Accompanying them were a group of large-scale engineering equipment, including catapults, siege ladders, and ramming logs specially used to destroy city walls.

Ji Wuye looked at the fire in the distance with a sneer: "Han Fei, yesterday you defeated my Duke Wu by luck with a woman, but starting tonight, this war will be completely under my control."

"I want you to know that strength is the only law that determines victory or defeat!"

But just as he was about to approach Han Fei's camp, a scout suddenly came hurriedly from the front: "General! Oh no! Han Fei has led his troops out of the camp and is blocking our front!"

"What?" Ji Wuye suddenly reined in the horse.

"Han Fei actually noticed my actions so quickly?"

He looked up and saw torches dotting the wilderness in the distance. Han Fei's army was already arrayed in front, ready.

Although Han Fei's military strength was far inferior to that of Ji Wuye, the rigorous formation of troops was obviously not a hasty and casual response.

"Tsk, scholar Han Fei is really cunning." Ji Wuye cursed in a low voice.

Han Fei sat on his horse and looked at Ji Wuye's army in the distance: "Ji Wuye, do you think I don't know your plan? You lost face in front of the battle yesterday, and you will definitely want to make a sneak attack to save the situation today."

"Unfortunately, in my eyes, you are just a clown."

He looked back at the soldiers behind him. There were not many of them.

Zhao Ji's victory boosted their morale, and Han Fei calmly commanded.

"Pass my order and the entire army will be in formation, ready to meet the enemy at any time!" Han Fei said loudly.

"Today, we want Ji Wuye to understand that neither sneak attacks nor strong attacks can shake our city!"

The soldiers shouted in unison: "We will defend Xinzheng to the death!"

When Ji Wuye led the army to Han Fei's formation.

He didn't expect that Han Fei would react so quickly and actually block them in advance with his meager troops.

"Han Fei!" Ji Wuye shouted.

"It's a good trick of yours, you were able to detect my actions in advance!"

Han Fei sneered, took a step forward on his horse, and his voice was clearly heard in front of the two armies: "Ji Wuye, it's fine if you don't withdraw your troops if you lose, but you actually dare to make a sneak attack in the middle of the night, with these tattered engineering equipment, is it possible? Do you want to sneak up on the city wall? You, the commander of a hundred thousand troops, are so shameless?"

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers behind Han Fei burst into laughter.

Ji Wuye's soldiers lowered their heads one by one, for fear of being mentioned.

"Han Fei!" Ji Wuye's face turned pale.

"Don't try to use your words here! On the battlefield, strength speaks for itself. Do you think you can stop my army with just a few people?"

"Strength?" Han Fei snorted coldly.

"Yesterday, you lost completely in a martial arts competition. How dare you talk about your strength today? Ji Wuye, where is your face?"

"You!" Ji Wuye gritted his teeth in anger, and his hand holding the reins trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath, forced down his anger, and said coldly: "Han Fei, since you like to talk so much, let's do it again! The outcome will be decided in three games, do you dare to take it?"

The corner of Han Fei's mouth raised slightly: "Why don't you dare? But I advise you to think carefully before you lose three rounds and lose the shame to bring troops."

Ji Wuye waved his hand: "Since you agreed, it will be easy! The first round is still a martial arts competition! Feng Ting!"

As soon as his voice fell, a burly man rode forward, holding a huge Guan Dao, and swept across Han Fei's military formation ferociously.

"Han Fei!" Feng Ting shouted loudly, his voice like thunder that shook the battlefield.

"If you still have people who can fight, send them out quickly! Otherwise, I will kill you directly and let you know what true strength is!"

When the soldiers behind Han Fei heard Feng Ting's name, their faces turned pale with fright, and many of them couldn't help but shrink back.

"It's Feng Ting! The most powerful general in the rebellious South Korea!"

"This man is ten thousand times more powerful than Duke Wu. I heard that he once killed thousands of people on the battlefield. Who can stop him?"

"It's over. Young Master really has nothing to do this time..."

Just when Han Fei glanced across the formation.

"Zhao Ji!"

Zhao Ji's figure appeared in the military formation, her shoulders and chest were covered with thick bandages, and her face was still pale.

"Han Fei, I'm coming."

"You're crazy!" Han Fei immediately rushed to her on horseback.

"Zhao Ji, your injury is not healed yet, how can you play again? Do you know that this time your opponent is Feng Ting, who is even stronger than Wu Gong!"

Zhao Ji looked up at Han Fei: "Han Fei, this is a battlefield. Since I am standing here, it is impossible to retreat."

"Yesterday I was able to kill Wu Gong, and today I can kill Feng Ting."

Han Fei looked at her stubborn face and felt a pain in his heart.

Once Zhao Ji's character is decided, it will never change.

"Zhao Ji, your life is not worth fighting for!" Han Fei whispered, even with a hint of prayer.

Zhao Ji just shook her head slightly: "Han Fei, my life is used to protect you."

"If I don't stand up, who will protect Xinzheng?"

Bai Jing walked to Han Fei and sighed: "Sir, Miss Zhao Ji's mind cannot be changed."

"If you stop her, it will damage morale."

Han Fei was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "Okay, but remember, I won't let anything happen to you."

"Hahaha!" Seeing Zhao Ji coming with injuries, Ji Wuye burst into laughter.

"Zhao Ji, a stunning beauty like you, why bother to work for a weak scholar like Han Fei? Why not join me, Ji Wuye, and I will guarantee you to enjoy all the glory and wealth, how about being my wife?"

Zhao Ji sneered: "Ji Wuye, are you worthy?"

Ji Wuye was about to speak, but saw Feng Ting rushing out on horseback, roaring: "Stop talking nonsense, let me kill her!"

Feng Ting rushed towards Zhao Ji like a gust of wind, and the Guandao in his hand slammed down with a whistling sound, as if he was going to smash Zhao Ji and the knife into pieces.

Zhao Ji barely raised the knife to block, but the huge force made her stagger back, the wound on her chest faintly cracked, and blood seeped through the bandage.

"Zhao Ji!" Han Fei felt a sharp pain in his heart and held the reins tightly with both hands.

However, just as Feng Ting was about to swing the iron rod again to give Zhao Ji a fatal blow, a flash of cold light flashed and directly blocked the Guandao.

"Dang!"

The iron rod was shaken away, and Feng Ting's hands went numb, and even the weapon almost fell out of his hand.

He looked up suddenly and saw a figure that stunned him.

"Han Fei?"

Han Fei was holding a light long sword and stood coldly in front of Zhao Ji: "Feng Ting, you want to kill her, have you asked me?"

Feng Ting's hands were trembling, holding his huge sword, and felt numb.

He stared at the long sword in Han Fei's hand in disbelief. It was a sword so light that it could almost be blown by the wind, but it blocked the heavy sword he swung with all his strength.

The blow just now was obviously enough to break any shield and weapon, but Han Fei took it easily and didn't even step back.

"How is this possible?" Feng Ting began to sweat on his forehead.

For the first time, his eyes turned from contempt to shock when he looked at Han Fei.

Ji Wuye on the opposite side was also stunned.

He sat on his warhorse, feeling uneasy: "How can this guy... have such strength? Isn't he a weak scholar?"

The soldiers around him were also silent. The crowd that was still talking just now was so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing the flags could be heard.

Han Fei stood in front of Zhao Ji coldly, and the sword shook lightly, making a crisp buzzing sound.

He swept past Feng Ting without saying a word, but people felt an invisible pressure.

At this moment, two soldiers stepped forward quickly, helped up Zhao Ji, who was covered in blood, and carried her to the camp.

Although Zhao Ji was seriously injured, she never left Han Fei.

"Han Fei..." She whispered in a low voice.

At this time, Zhao Ji already knew Feng Ting's strength.

Feng Ting was the first fierce general in Han State, and his strength was several times stronger than Wu Gong.

With her current state, she could never be Feng Ting's opponent.

But Han Fei, this weak scholar, stood in the center of the battlefield with a fearless attitude at this moment, blocking Feng Ting's heavy blow with a light sword!

"How many secrets does he have? Why is he so strong?"

A warm current suddenly surged in her heart.

She saw the deep heartache in Han Fei's eyes, the determination to fight for her.

She smiled lightly with a hint of weak satisfaction: "I didn't misjudge you."

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Han Fei watched Zhao Ji being carried back to the camp, frowning, his heart full of pity: "Zhao Ji, you have tried your best for me. Next, it's my turn to protect you."

However, at this moment, Zhao Ji's face suddenly changed, and she suddenly shouted: "Han Fei, be careful!"

Han Fei turned back suddenly, but saw Feng Ting's big knife in his hand slashing like a venomous snake, aiming directly at Han Fei's head!

"Puff!"

Han Fei flinched, but the blade of the broadsword still slashed into Han Fei's shoulder, blood gushed out instantly, staining his collar red.

Han Fei groaned, but gritted his teeth and didn't make any cry of pain.

"Hahaha!" Feng Ting grinned, and the broadsword turned fiercely on Han Fei's shoulder.

"Han Fei, you are just like this! In a life-and-death duel, you dare to be distracted and offer your shoulder to me to stab, you are really looking for death!"

The soldiers around were in an uproar, and Han Fei's soldiers were even more worried about Han Fei.

"Young Master!"

"Lord Han Fei!"

Zhao Ji looked at this scene, and her heart was torn with pain: "Han Fei, don't be distracted!"

However, Han Fei just slowly raised one hand and pressed the wound on his shoulder, and blood kept flowing out from his fingers.

He didn't have any explanation, just took a deep breath and jumped off the horse directly.

This action stunned everyone.

"What...what is he going to do?"

"Han Fei actually got off his horse! He was injured, but he dared to get off his horse?"

Feng Ting was also stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Hahaha! Han Fei, are you scared? Are you afraid that I will knock you off your horse? What, are you going to kneel down and beg for mercy after getting off your horse?"

Han Fei ignored Feng Ting's ridicule.

He slowly inserted the long sword into the mud, threw it on the ground, then stood up and looked at Feng Ting angrily.

This scene shocked everyone.

"He...he actually threw away his weapon!"

"Is Han Fei going to die? He is facing Feng Ting!"

"Is he scared and ready to surrender?"

Ji Wuye couldn't help laughing: "It's finally over! Han Fei, this scholar, finally revealed his weak nature!"

Feng Ting smiled coldly: "Han Fei, are you going to kneel down and beg me to spare your life? But I'm sorry, I, Feng Ting, never leave anyone alive!"

Just as Feng Ting approached step by step, Han Fei suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and his whole body exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

His bones made a creaking sound, and an infinite power was awakening in his body.

"You forced me to do this."

The smile on Feng Ting's face froze, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented chill.

Han Fei's murderous aura was like an invisible sharp blade, enveloping him, making him feel a little unable to move.

"You..." Feng Ting just opened his mouth, and Han Fei's figure rushed over like a gust of wind!

Feng Ting subconsciously raised the big knife in his hand, ready to meet Han Fei's madness.

However, Han Fei did not attack him, but punched the warhorse he was sitting on!

"Bang!"

Han Fei's fist hit the horse's chest hard, and the horse let out a shrill neigh, and its entire front hoof jumped high. Feng Ting on the horse's back had no time to react, and was directly thrown off and fell heavily to the ground.

"Bang!" The horse fell to the ground, its limbs twitched, and it foamed at the mouth. It was beaten to death by Han Fei's punch.

This scene stunned everyone.

"Is that... is that still a human?"

"Han Fei only used one punch... to kill the horse?"

Feng Ting struggled to get up from the ground: "You... who are you?"

Han Fei looked at him coldly: "Dare to bully my woman, I will let you see what unparalleled combat power is today, I can kill you without weapons!"

"Bully my woman..." These six words came into Zhao Ji's ears, making her heart tremble fiercely.

She looked at Han Fei in the center of the battlefield. The tall and thin figure looked like he would fall down with a gust of wind, but he stood in front of all dangers.

Zhao Ji's eyes were slightly moist.

Han Fei...

So... I can actually feel so happy.

"Ahahahaha!!!"

At this time, Feng Ting fell to the ground, his whole body was sore. He slowly got up, a hideous smile appeared on his face, and he even started to laugh wildly.

"Han Fei, do you think you can beat me with your brute force? Ridiculous! I, Feng Ting, am the best general in Korea! Today, I will chop off your head and see if you still have the capital to be arrogant!"

Feng Ting said, bending down to pick up the huge sword from the ground.

Holding the sword with both hands, he stepped on the ground with a muffled "bang". He pounced on Han Fei like a tiger, and the huge blade chopped down fiercely on Han Fei's head!

However, Han Fei stood in place, but at the moment when Feng Ting approached, he suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the armor belt on Feng Ting's chest.

"What?" Feng Ting's pupils shrank suddenly.

Han Fei dared to face his blade directly, and he didn't expect Han Fei's speed to be so fast that he had no time to react.

The next moment, he felt his chest tighten, and Han Fei grabbed the chest armor strap with one hand, and the whole person was lifted off the ground!

"How is it possible... He actually lifted me up with one hand?" Feng Ting was shocked and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

He was wearing heavy armor, and his weight plus equipment was 300 kilograms, but Han Fei lifted him up in the air like a chicken!

Han Fei looked at Feng Ting coldly, without a trace of pity, only raging anger.

"You wanted to chop off my head just now? I'll let you know today what will happen if you underestimate me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Han Fei exerted force suddenly, and slammed Feng Ting to the ground with one hand without mercy!

"Bang--!"

Feng Ting's body hit the ground like a boulder, making a dull loud noise, and even a layer of dust was shaken up on the ground.

He fell heavily to the ground, and the armor on his chest made a harsh metal friction sound. Although he was protected by heavy armor, the huge impact made his internal organs seem to shift.

"Puff!" Feng Ting spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He gasped hard, and tried to get up with his hands on the ground, but his bones seemed to be broken and he couldn't use any strength at all.