Simultaneous travel: Each of me has a different cheat code

Zhao Ji looked up at him and kept moving her hands: "I'm fine."

Han Fei walked over, took the bandage away from her hand, and threw it aside: "Is everything okay? You call it okay?" He looked down at her.

He raised his hand and pointed at the wound on her chest.

"Yesterday's blood hasn't dried yet, and we have to play again today. Do you want Zhao Ji's life?"

Zhao Ji reached for the bandage and said calmly: "I told you, I'm fine."

Han Fei held her hand down and said, "Zhao Ji, if you continue to fight like this, I will tie you up and send you directly back to Xinzheng."

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Han Fei. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

He just let out a soft "hum" and turned his head to the side.

Han Fei sighed, picked up the bandage on the ground, squatted down, and started to bandage it for her.

Zhao Ji looked down at him: "Han Fei, when did you take care of me so much?"

Han Fei didn't even raise his head, and the movements of his hands were very light, but very serious: "From the time you blocked Duke Wu for me, from the time you stood on the battlefield, even though you were injured and couldn't stand still, you still had to show off your strength. , If you do this again, there is really nothing I can do.”

Zhao Ji smiled in a low voice: "Han Fei, do you sound like you care about me?"

Han Fei didn't answer, he lowered his head and continued to bandage.

Zhao Ji looked at him, and the smile on her lips gradually deepened: "Han Fei, having someone like you by my side is actually... pretty good."

Her voice was very soft, as soft as a gust of wind. Han Fei did not answer, but the movement of his hands stopped for a moment.

Outside the camp, Bai Jing was leaning against a pillar, spinning a pen in his hand. He listened to the conversation inside and shook his head slightly.

"Miss Zhao Ji, Miss Zhao Ji, you are in trouble."

After he finished speaking, he took a pen and wrote a few strokes on the bamboo slips, humming a little tune in his mouth.

Night fell and the camp was quiet.

Han Fei was sitting in the camp, holding a book on the art of war in his hand.

"Han Fei." Bai Jing opened the curtain and walked in, throwing the bamboo slips in his hand on the table.

"Stop reading it. If you read it again, this book won't tell you what Ji Wuye's next step will be."

Han Fei looked up at him and put down the book: "Do you have any idea?"

Although Han Fei has great calculations and unrivaled combat power, there are still some things that he can't figure out.

Bai Jing sat down, put his face on his hands, and said lazily: "There is no way, but there are guesses."

He pointed at the bamboo slips: "Ji Wuye is definitely not admitting defeat when he withdraws his troops this time. He probably wants to hold us back until his reinforcements arrive."

Han Fei frowned: "Reinforcements?"

Bai Dingding nodded: "Ji Wuye's power in South Korea is not small. We won three games this time, but he didn't say he wouldn't come back. Don't forget, he also has someone named "Snake Bone" under his command. Guy."

"Snake bones?" Han Fei felt a chill in his heart when he heard the name.

Bai Dingding nodded: "Yes, it's the snake bone who specializes in dirty work. I heard that he has an assassination team that specializes in sneak attacks and beheadings. Ji Wuye lost this time, and snake bone will definitely come soon. ”

Han Fei looked down at his hands and frowned more and more: "What's the name of the bone snake? Why haven't I heard of this person before?"

"Han Fei." Bai Jing didn't answer him, just looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"But don't worry too much. If a fight really breaks out, I'd like to see what cards you have hidden this time."

Bai Jing sat next to him and yawned lazily: "Han Fei, to be honest, the few times you did today shocked even me. You usually keep quiet and hide deep enough. "

He put down the bamboo slips in his hand and tapped his fingers on the table: "Among us, you are the best at pretending that you are a weak scholar, but in the end you can knock over a horse with one punch. If you are weak, then Who are we people? Trash?"

Han Fei didn't answer. He turned around and walked towards the tent. He opened the curtain and saw Zhao Ji sitting at the table, sharpening a short knife.

"Zhao Ji, how many times have I told you? Ji Wuye won't do anything again for the time being."

Zhao Ji raised her head and stopped what she was doing: "Why do you know?"

Han Fei walked to the table, picked up the short knife and looked at it: "Ji Wuye was beaten to a disgrace, and his morale is almost gone. What he needs most now is time to reintegrate the team and make the next plan." ”

"But..." He put down the short knife and tapped the table with his finger.

"A person like him will never give up easily."

Zhao Ji kept focusing on Han Fei's face, as if looking at someone she had never met before. This person was obviously the Han Fei she was familiar with, but today, he seemed to be completely different.

She had seen Han Fei chatting and laughing in front of the desk, and she had also seen him be neither humble nor overbearing when facing King Han, but she had never seen him as calm and strong as he is today.

"Han Fei." Zhao Ji put down the dagger.

"Who are you?"

Han Fei raised his head and glanced at her: "Don't you, a follower like you, know best who I am?"

Zhao Ji shook her head: "Scholar?"

"I always thought you were a scholar who was very good at talking. But today you went to the battlefield, and I discovered that not only can you talk, but you can also fight, and you can beat those people without even a chance to fight back."

She stood up, walked to Han Fei, and looked straight at him.

"You hide it too deeply."

Han Fei smiled, turned around, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Zhao Ji: "I'm not hiding anything, I just have some things that don't need to be known to everyone."

"It was not my intention to reveal my strength today, but if I don't take action, you will be killed!"

"Just like you, you obviously didn't have to play, but you still rushed out with a knife. What did you do for?"

Zhao Ji took the water cup and looked down at the cup in her hand: "Didn't you say that you should do whatever you can do?"

"Besides...if I didn't play, I thought you might die."

Han Fei smiled and did not answer her words.

He knew that Zhao Ji's character had always been like this. She would not express her true thoughts, but her actions had already explained everything.

That night, Han Fei said nothing more.

He asked Zhao Ji to rest early, but he walked out of the tent and sat by the campfire, staring at the fire in trance. The flames danced and reflected in his eyes like two clusters of burning flames.

The next day, at dawn, Han Fei returned to Xinzheng.

Outside the city gate, the people had heard about the battle last night and crowded the streets.

"I heard that Mr. Han knocked away a horse with one punch, and even threw Ji Wuye's fierce general until he vomited blood?"

"Yes! Mr. Han is not only an eloquent scholar, but he has shown his real skills this time!"

"I've told you before, Mr. Han is definitely not an ordinary person!"

Han Fei rode his horse and walked on the street. Listening to these discussions, he felt no sense of pride. He jumped off the horse and walked straight into the palace gate to prepare for the morning court.

In the court hall, King Han sat on the dragon chair with a smile on his face, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and kept staring at Han Fei.

"Han Fei, Han Fei."

"Everyone has seen what happened yesterday."

"You kid, you usually pretend to be so weak, but at the critical moment you gave me a big surprise!"

All civil and military officials in the court also stared at Han Fei with shock and curiosity.

"Han Fei, a scholar, can actually beat Ji Wuye's fierce general like that?"

"How on earth did he do it?"

"No wonder King Han thinks so highly of him. This young man is really not simple."

Han Fei stood in the center of the court and bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty is so complimentary."

"I'm just trying my best to protect Xinzheng. There are no surprises."

King Han put down his tea cup and narrowed his eyes with laughter.

"Han Fei, you have made a great contribution this time."

"I have decided to make you a general and take charge of the military. To put it bluntly, we share the country!"

As soon as King Han said these words, the whole court was in an uproar.

"Han Fei becomes a general? Isn't this... not appropriate?"

"He is a civilian official after all, how can he take care of military affairs?"

"But he is indeed capable. With yesterday's record in mind, who dares to be dissatisfied?"

Han Fei raised his head and looked at King Han: "Your Majesty! I am just a weak scholar who can only talk. If I am made a general, I am afraid that I will miss important national affairs."

King Han was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Han Fei, you are really humble. Since you don't want to, I won't force you."

He changed the topic and looked at Zhao Ji standing aside: "However, Miss Zhao Ji is different."

Before Zhao Ji could react, King Han had already spoken: "Miss Zhao Ji fought bloody battles for the country yesterday and made great achievements. I will make her a general and command the three armies in the future!"

The people in the court were even more excited.

"Zhao Ji?"

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"She actually went to the battlefield to kill the enemy! This is too ridiculous!"

"It's unheard of for a woman to be a general!"

Zhao Ji stood in the court hall, looked down at her bandaged arm, and then looked up at Han Fei.

Han Fei coughed lightly and said, "Your Majesty! Although Zhao Ji is highly skilled in martial arts, she is a woman after all. Being a general may attract criticism."

King Han smiled and waved his hand: "Criticism? I don't care. If Miss Zhao Ji has the ability, I will dare to use it. Besides, she is both the most beautiful woman in the world and a general. Doesn't this just show the uniqueness of Korea?" ?”

Han Fei didn't know how to answer the question for a moment. He turned to look at Zhao Ji and whispered: "If you don't want to be the one, I'll push it for you."

Zhao Ji looked at him and raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "No! Just take it as it is. No matter what my status is, I will only do what I should do."

After hearing this, Han Fei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Zhao Ji and suddenly felt that maybe this identity was not a burden to her, but a recognition in some sense.

Zhao Ji stood in the court hall, the bandages on her body were faintly bloody, but she stood there as if she couldn't feel the pain at all.

She had just accepted the award from the King of Korea and became the first female general in Korean history. No matter how many doubts and dissatisfaction the civil servants and generals in the court had, she did not show any hesitation.

Han Fei looked at her back and suddenly thought of Zhao Ji on the battlefield.

Zhao Ji was standing in front of him, obviously exhausted, but still holding the knife.

"Miss Zhao Ji." King Han's voice sounded again, interrupting Han Fei's thoughts.

"Since you are the general, shouldn't you say something? Let the big guy know that I am right."

Zhao Ji lowered her head slightly, and her hand gently brushed the saber at her waist: "Your Majesty."

"Since I, Zhao Ji, have been named a general, I will definitely lead by example. Although Ji Wuye's rebels have temporarily retreated, the war is not over, and I will do my best to protect South Korea."

"I don't ask for anything else. I only ask that the king can give me an elite army."

An elite force?

As soon as these words came out, the court immediately exploded.

"Zhao Ji has just been awarded the title of general, but she actually dares to ask for an army?"

"Can she, a woman, lead troops? Isn't this nonsense?"

"I think she only dares to be so presumptuous because of Han Fei's support!"

King Han squinted his eyes and looked at Han Fei slowly.

"Han Fei, what do you think?"

Han Fei couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

King Han asked this question. On the surface, he was asking for his opinion, but in fact, he wanted to see his reaction. If he supported Zhao Ji, it would be an endorsement for her. If he opposed it, the recognition Zhao Ji had just received would probably Disintegrate instantly.

Han Fei lowered his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly said: "Your Majesty! Miss Zhao Ji is indeed a woman, but everyone saw her abilities yesterday."

These words directly blocked those questioning voices.

The people in the court looked at each other, and no one dared to speak again.

King Han nodded and said with a smile: "Okay! Since Han Fei has said so, I will promise you."

"Zhao Ji, I will give you 10,000 elite troops. I hope you can live up to my expectations."

Zhao Ji lowered her head and saluted: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

After the dynasty ended, Han Fei and Zhao Ji walked out of the palace together.

Outside the palace gate, Bai Jing was leaning on a stone pillar waiting for them.

When he saw the two people approaching, he whistled: "General Zhao Ji, congratulations."

"And you, Mr. Han, this one singing and harmonizing is really perfect."

Zhao Ji glanced at Bai Jing, ignored him, turned to look at Han Fei, and suddenly said: "Han Fei! Why do you want to help me?"

Han Fei stopped and looked back at her: "Help you? Do you think I am helping you?"

Zhao Ji frowned: "What else? You spoke for me in the court, wasn't it just so that I could get those 10,000 elite teachers?"

Han Fei shook his head: "I speak for you, not because I want to help you, but because I believe you can do it. I do it for South Korea! Private matters are private matters, and public affairs are public affairs!"

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to refute something, but in the end she said nothing.

Bai Jing looked at the two of them from the side and couldn't help laughing: "Miss Zhao Ji, someone trusts you so much, shouldn't you cry?"

Zhao Ji turned back and glared at him: "Shut up."

She turned around and walked a few steps, then stopped and looked back at Han Fei: "Han Fei, thank you!"

After saying that, she left without looking back.

Han Fei stood there, looking at Zhao Ji's back, and suddenly felt a little relieved. He didn't think his words were so brilliant, but Zhao Ji was willing to listen, and that was enough.

Early the next morning, Han Fei was reading bamboo slips in the study when Bai Jing opened the door and came in, holding a secret letter in his hand: "Han Fei."

"Snake bones are coming."

Han Fei raised his head and took the letter. There were only a few sentences in the letter, but it made him frown instantly.

Snake Bone, Ji Wuye's most insidious killer, this person leads an assassination team, responsible for spying on intelligence and conducting sneak attacks and beheadings.

Ji Wuye's retreat was indeed not to admit defeat, but to delay time and give Snake Bones a chance to sneak into Xinzheng.

"Han Fei." Bai Jing sat across from him, folding his arms and spoke lazily.

"What are you going to do? This guy Snake Bone is not as reckless as Feng Ting and Shi Ba. He is very sinister. If we are not careful, our lives will be lost."

Han Fei lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Bai Jing, what do you think of Zhao Ji?"

Bai Jing was stunned for a moment: "Zhao Ji? Why are you asking her? Are you in love with her?"

Han Fei put down the letter in his hand: "Although the snake bones are strong, the 10,000 elite troops in Zhao Ji's hands are not vegetarian. Since the King of Han has made her a general, it is better to let her train the troops."

Bai Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Han Fei! Are you throwing a hot potato to her?"

Han Fei shook his head: "It's not a loss, it's a trust. She needs a chance to prove that she is more than just courage."

Bai Jing looked at Han Fei and suddenly smiled: "Han Fei, sometimes I really want to know how many trump cards you have."

Han Fei turned and walked towards the door: "Bai Jing! Go tell Zhao Ji and let her prepare to fight!"

Bai Ding nodded, stood up and followed out: "Han Fei! Do you think Zhao Ji can win?"

Han Fei stopped and looked back at him: "Whether she can win depends on whether she has the courage."

Zhao Ji is checking the weapons in the military camp.

The 10,000 elite troops in her hand have been assembled. These people are all Korean elites and they are the strongest trump card in her hand.