That year, that lion-like man once again occupied Tianyuan. - "Historical Records: The Mighty General He Jin"

"We have encountered the army of the mighty general here, could it be that the defense line of Shanhaiguan has been breached? But in the face of this man, you still have to salute first and then fight, right? ”

"Mighty General?" Zhang Xuan asked curiously.

He remembered that He Jin was only named the governor of the left capital by the first emperor, and the Zhou family rarely gave the title of general, and the general was in charge of the military and political power of the imperial court, and the power was not only hot.

He Jin failed to be named a general when the first emperor was there, and after the death of the first emperor, He Jin was posthumously named a general, and at this time, He Jin was also in power when he was in power, and he didn't care about a general, so He Jin's name as a mighty general spread throughout the Eastern Continent.

Dong Zhuo grinned: "The 'mighty' seal used by the mighty general He Jin has spread all over the Eastern Continent, although he is only a general, but the world has passed his name as the mighty king."

It's not an exaggeration, which of those princes and nobles of our Zhou Dynasty is not bowed and bent under his might? ”

"Such an arrogant person......" Jia Xu's eyes were lowered and he sighed lowly, not knowing whether to admire or disdain.

This song "Gale" was written by His Royal Highness He Jin, a mighty general, and composed by a national pianist.

Although the national pluinist is a female streamer, she was also inspired by the majesty contained in the lyrics, and even composed a heroic song.

In the world, only His Royal Highness the mighty general's own cavalry will sing this song "Gale" when encountering the enemy.

Rolling yellow sand, wind and thunder in the sky and earth, I heard it today, it's worth the trip," Dong Zhuo stroked the handle of the knife and admired, "Don't be lucky, the other party must be He Jin himself." ”

"But general, the etiquette of the Eastern Continent samurai is that when the mortal enemy meets, do you have to salute and fight again?" Zhang Xuan on the side asked curiously, not understanding how the always arrogant master of his own family could act like this. 

"It depends on who you're facing, if you're facing ants, it's okay to step on it, but in the face of the general He Jin, even if you want to kill him, you want to be able to see him die with your own eyes, right?

How can he be the kind of man who died silently in the chaos of the army? ”

Dong Zhuo's face was still smiling, he waved his hand, and explained.

"Besides, Lei Qi is strong, and reuniting rashly is equivalent to sending him to death, I don't have the courage yet."

"The cavalry dismounts and opens the flag gate," Dong Zhuo grabbed his horse and ran forward, waving his hand violently, "Wait for me to meet His Royal Highness the mighty general!" ”

The army on the opposite side approached against the wind, and the three hundred feet away from the Qingzhou army held the war horses together.

The dust rolled up from under the horses' hooves blew away in the wind, and the mounted archers protruded from the spearmen and lined up in front of the formation. Under the red flag in the first place, two horses stood alone.

The samurai in front of him was dressed in a fire-colored coat, and his face was hidden under a heavy helmet of fiery copper.

Just now, it was this knight wearing fire bronze heavy armor who took the lead and raised the banner of the army under He Jin.

His horse was so fast that the thunder cavalry, who were famous for their mobility, had to gallop two hundred feet behind him, only the white horse beside him followed closely.

On the white horse, on the other hand, was a knight shrouded in black armor, with an ebony crossbow hanging from one side of the saddle. The frenzied momentum pushed straight over hundreds of steps, and Jia Xu grasped the handle of the knife hanging on the saddle, only to realize that his palm was already as hot as fire.

"Jia Xu, the wing army is scattered, the arrow battalion and the baggage battalion are advancing," Dong Zhuo slapped his horse and charged out of the formation, "Without my military order, the three armies must not charge, prepare to set up a formation!" ”

"Yes!" Jia Xu turned his horse and retreated to the Chinese army's base camp.

Zhang Xuan and the other main general, Zhang Xin, clamped Dong Zhuo on the left and right, and the three horsemen came out of the formation, and Zhang Xuan held the wild ink flag in his hand.

"Is it the mighty general He Jinluan?"

Dong Zhuo grabbed the horse's head, his face was calm and shouted, "The commander of Qingzhou Mansion asked Dong Zhuo to see." ”

He no longer respectfully called He Jin a mighty king, but he called him by position, which shows caution.

The burly bronze warrior was silent for a moment, then stuck the banner into the soil with one hand, raised his hand and took off his heavy helmet, and shook the dust on his armor.

The moment the helmet was removed, a long brown hair rose in the wind, and there were already strands of silver between the long hair, and the cheeks like a knife and axe were also dyed with the wind and frost of the years.

But one glance at his brown eyes, like red-hot coals, anyone can understand what kind of blood is flowing in this man's body.

"Qingzhou Commander Dong Zhuo?"

The sound of the wind was like the whisper of gold and iron.

"The names of the younger generations can enter the ears of the grandfather, and Dong Zhuo's thirty years of learning are finally not in vain."

"Qingzhou Dong Zhuo, they are all names that are enough to alarm Donglu, you don't need to be modest. My military report said that Yuan Taiqi and the Empress Dowager of Great Zhou had declared war on me, and all he could send out was you and other family cavalry, and he chose you to fight against me, which is very good. You are going to Tianyuan City this time, but why are you here? ”

"Yes, I was about to go to Tianyuan City to fight against the Great General, and I wanted to take a path that others didn't know, but I didn't expect to meet here. The general only took the cavalry with him, was he in a hurry to return to Tianyuan City? ”

"Yes," He Jin responded calmly, "At noon, he broke out of the imperial capital Sanfu and broke through the iron wall in front of Shanhaiguan.

I was about to avoid the several lines of defense laid by the princes of the north, but I met more tricky people, and it was indeed a miscalculation. ”

"Is the general intent on fighting?"

"It depends on how much of your fighting spirit you have, and how much authority you have. Get out of the way, and I will not use my sword. ”

He Jin smiled coldly on his face, "But with Yuan Taiqi's character, if you don't fight, you will be dead, if you lose the position of commander, you are afraid that you will not be able to speak, and besides, I don't think you have the courage to do so." ”

"The general is keen. I really want to avoid the general's edge, but if I let the general go, I'm afraid that I won't be able to return to Tianyuan to explain. ”

"Good!" He Jin raised his head and laughed suddenly, "I haven't let me down when I hear your name for a long time!" Dong Zhuo, since you have the will to fight, why don't you urge the army to come up? ”

Dong Zhuo also smiled lightly, his eyes were full of surging battle intent, "If you can control the enemy, why bother to kill?" I have heard for a long time that when the general was not yet a marquis ten years ago, he had a knife technique that had covered Zhongzhou, and the Great Zhou children's song said, "Zhongzhou He Jin, invincible in the sword".

Dong Zhuo is not talented in the future, he has been thinking about the past for a long time, and he is fortunate to meet today, why not the general will give advice and encourage future generations? ”

He Jin's brown knife eyebrows were raised, and there was more coldness in his slender eyes.

The strong wind blew the red flag beside him, the flag was lowered in front of him, the red flag was raised, and He Jin already had a nine-foot horse cutting knife in his hand.

A pair of tangled hands clenched the handle of the horse's long knife, which was three feet long, and the six-foot blade quenched a narrow cold light on the side of the horse.

"That knife ......" Zhang Xuan felt cold in his vest when he saw the demeanor of the knife, and said close to Zhang Xin's ear.

"The center of gravity is wrong, such a long knife, with a short handle and a long blade, is probably to be easy to kill, to be able to use such a knife, the strength of this great general He Jin is really amazing!"

Zhang Xin was also amazed by the domineering weapon that was rare in the world.

On the Qingzhou side, the sergeant hurriedly stepped forward and presented a black iron halberd in front of Dong Zhuoma. 

Dong Zhuo is known as "the first person to fight in infantry within 30 years" in Qingzhou, which is second only to Dugu Yu, a general under Emperor Wu of Zhou decades ago, and his famous weapon is an ancient sword with excellent sword quality. And to fight immediately, the emphasis is on killing the enemy with long soldiers, and the sword is not a sharp weapon for horseback fighting, so Xi Yan has another halberd, named Jiaoyue, which was purchased with a lot of money after searching for many years.

And He Jin has been rushing to kill on a war horse all his life, and his proud weapon is a pair of nine-foot-long horse chopping knives, which He Jin personally took iron from Leiyan Mountain to build, and there are four-character inscriptions on both sides of the knife body, and the sky is above. 

The implication is, on the battlefield against the enemy, I will slash head-on, so that you only feel that the sky is above. 

The two managers looked at each other from a distance, as if an invisible air suppressed the wind around them, and the flowing clouds gathered and rolled in the sky.

The white silk bundled on the halberd fluttered in front of Dong Zhuo's eyes.

Between the ups and downs of the white silk, Dong Zhuo looked motionlessly at the shadow of the red-armored fire horse in the distance.

Zhang Xuan raised his head violently, and suddenly felt that the sky seemed so low.

Zhang Xin clenched the handle of the knife on his waist, his palms were suddenly full of cold sweat, since he had followed Dong Zhuo for five years, this was the first time he had seen Dong Zhuo so vigilant and go all out. 

"I hope it's not the last battle of my life." After saying this, the last smile on Dong Zhuo's lips faded, and he sat on the horse and walked out slowly. 

In the entire grassland, there is only the sound of Hulala blowing the flag, and a black horse advances alone. Dong Zhuo's war horse calmly took small steps, but as he stepped out, everyone in front of the two armies invariably held their breath - the indescribable coercion slowly pushed up with Dong Zhuo's appearance. 

By the side of the general He Jin, the entourage on a white horse reached out and grabbed his arm armor, as if to prevent him from going out of battle.

And He Jin's face was expressionless, he shook his hand to remove the pull of his entourage, and as soon as his wrist was sent, the tip of the long knife fell to the ground.

After a short moment of silence, the charcoal fire horse sitting under He Jin's crotch suddenly roared, and He Jin's prancing horse roared and charged out of the formation.

A man and a horse, but it was like a tsunami in the mountains, and the peace on the plain was completely torn apart by him! 

"Good!" Jia Xu couldn't help but squint his eyes and couldn't help but admire. Dong Zhuo's advance did not break the "quietness" on the battlefield, but quietly squeezed the momentum of the army under He Jin's command and gained the upper hand.

And He Jin raised his head and let out a long shout, and charged resolutely, which had already broken the situation set by Dong Zhuo.

occupied the opportunity of "moving", this is a psychological competition, and it is also the tactics of the two, at this time, the coercion suffered by He Jin was rebounded by him with a long roar, and pointed at Dong Zhuo in turn. 

Dong Zhuo couldn't maintain the quiet and cold coercion, the black horse hissed, and hedged towards the general He Jin, and the sergeants of the two armies who applauded only then reacted.

The drums of war rang out in unison, and the clouds shook the sky.

He Jin and Dong Zhuo's war horses were staggered, lightning and flint, and weapons were exchanged.

The horses on both sides are one out of a thousand, and all the power they bring is applied to their weapons.

There was a sound of gold and iron, and the two weapons seemed to be about to break in the impact, and He Jin and Dong Zhuo brushed by. Both sides suppressed the pain in their arms and led the horses back to slash down. The long knife of chopping the horse was locked by the iron branch of the halberd's head, and both sides felt a rush of blood to their hearts, and the two forces were comparable.

"The general is more than ten years older, and his strength is better than Dong Zhuo's, and the juniors have to feel inferior." Dong Zhuo could barely speak.

"General Dong's demeanor," a sneer appeared on He Jin's face, "It's a pity that there is too much nonsense." ”

He Jin suddenly exerted his strength, and the locked horse chopping knife withdrew like lightning, and Dong Zhuo's iron halberd lost its support and immediately went astray. Dong Zhuo wanted to retreat, and He Jin's charcoal horse followed.

Everyone was too far apart, and they could only see the two horses galloping side by side on the battlefield, He Jin threw a large piece of knife shadow at Dong Zhuo with the long knife in his hand, and the long halberd in Dong Zhuo's hand parried left and right.

And Dong Zhuo, who was in the shadow of the knife, felt the mountain-like pressure coming from every knife more clearly. He Jin, who holds the knife, is like a giant god who opens the world, and every knife has the potential to open the mountain. There was a terrible neighing of wind on the long knife of the horse, and there were no false moves, and each knife was full of strength, enough to split the pig iron.

This is the arrogance of the knife in his hand, as long as he wields the knife, he will encounter armor and kill people! Dong Zhuo's halberd was vertical and horizontal, and he could only maintain a defensive position.

The drums of the cavalry under He Jin were shocking, and thousands of thunder horsemen shouted in unison, and the momentum soared, and the sword in He Jin's hand was even more powerful, and he had the upper hand. But no matter how strong He Jin's knife was, it couldn't cut through Dong Zhuo's defense.

The war horse neighed, the sword was vertical and horizontal, and the halberd in Dong Zhuo's hand was unmoved. At this time, He Jin was also shocked in his heart. The military science and knife skills he is good at are nothing more than the four words "moving like thunder", guarding like a mountain, and attacking like thunder.

Whether it is the charge of the Lei cavalry or the long knife technique of cutting horses, it is important to fight quickly. Among the double knives, the heavy knife in He Jin's hand weighed thirty-two catties, and it was not a weapon for a long battle.

He immediately competed in martial arts, often beheading with a knife, and there were only a few people he had seen in his life who could block the power of his sword. And in the blink of an eye, more than thirty knives have passed, and Dong Zhuo can still have a faint offensive feedback in the iron-walled defense.

At this time, Dong Zhuo's halberd was raised, and it crossed the arc pointing to the sky. He Jin defended for the first time, and with a heavy knife in his hand, he avoided Dong Zhuo's attack. At that moment, He Jin's heart suddenly brightened, the memory of the past was still there, Dong Zhuo's martial arts in his hand, He Jin had seen it in the hands of another person.

"Immovable as a mountain!" He Jin roared. The long knife of chopping horses, which was like a tide of attack, suddenly stood up to the sky and stood still.

Dong Zhuo's halberd suddenly stagnated, and then walked straight with a "swish", pointing directly at He Jin's eyebrows.

The two people were in a fierce battle, the first breath was still attacking, and the latter breath The two people suddenly stopped together, and the horses looked at each other coldly from the two feet.

He Jin nodded with a grim face: "I guessed right, you are his student, and you are learning his martial arts." I thought he had never taken in students. ”

"But I've heard your name, General, and I know that he once fought with you."

"That's why you're trying your hand at me?" He Jin asked with some confusion, "You deliberately revealed your identity to me." ”

"I'm just here to ask a question." "Say!"

At this time, the two armies were facing each other in front of the formation, but no one could hear what they were saying, and all the voices were suppressed in their throats. The soldiers and Qingzhou soldiers under He Jin's command could only maintain their vigilance with all their spirits, and Dong Zhuo took a deep breath.

"In the past ten years, the general did not hesitate to oppress the domestic people, dominate the armed spearmen, and overwhelm the princes. What did the general do this for? Is the general's dream to destroy the world and destroy the withered? ”

"Cutting down the world, destroying the withering and decaying?" He Jin asked with a cold look on his face.

"Yes, the sun has sunk in the west." Dong Zhuo said in a low voice.

There was a dead silence. Slowly, a smile bloomed on He Jin's cold face: "Yes, the sun has sunk in the west, and everyone who wants to hold this sun will understand that it is in vain to do so." The world of the Zhou family is crumbling, and those mediocre and stupid people who are hungry for profit live above the court with their surnames, but they are just a group of walking dead!

Even if the first emperor is still alive in the world, he is also powerless to return to heaven! That's my dream, and I ask you, is the Templar's dream the same as mine? Dong Zhuo shook his head: "There are many people in the Holy Hall, and everyone in it thinks differently. For me, a holy warrior, what I want is a new era of peace, and will the country you dream of having this era of peace for all people, Shogun? ”

"If I can give peace to all nations, will I have a chance to join forces with the Templars?" He Jin asked coldly.

"We have joined forces with many people, and all we want is a peaceful era!" He Jin stared at Dong Zhuo's eyes, and he laughed lowly: "What I have to do is indeed destroy the withering and decaying. At that time, there will only be my soldiers in the Eastern Continent and even in the world...... But I am different from you! ”

He suddenly laughed loudly, and the moment the laughter started, He Jin led the horse forward and burst forward.

With the help of horsepower, the long knife broke through the wind and slashed down, and a snow-bright arc of light fell on the top of Dong Zhuo's head. There was no room for thought at all, Dong Zhuo raised the iron halberd with all his strength, the halberd blade forcibly broke the arc of the knife, and the small branch of the halberd head locked He Jin's knife momentum again.

Dong Zhuo felt a sharp pain from a contusion in his elbow. "There will never be a time of peace in this world. It's always one war, one war after another. I appreciate you for having such dreams, and you will not wake up even if you are put on the gallows. But," He Jin's eyes were like torches, and he whispered quietly, "There is no reason for such a thing as the Holy Hall to exist in this world!" ”

"Die!" He Jin drove the horse and roared. The knife is unbroken, not even the slightest stagnation.

Dong Zhuo's whole body was shocked, and he saw that the invincible arc of the knife actually cut off the small branch of the halberd head with a "click", and continued to cut down.

At the moment of life and death, Dong Zhuo's hands shook violently.

He Jin only felt a shocking vibration suddenly coming from the halberd shaft attached to the knife surface, and the long knife of chopping horses suddenly shook in his hand, as if it was stuck by the long halberd, and a huge tremor slowed down the knife momentum.

The knife only slowed down for a moment, and Dong Zhuo pushed the halberd pole with all his might, pressing He Jin's fierce offensive aside.

The shoulders of the two collided, and they crossed by staggered, with a pair of cold eyes, and galloped to both sides of the battlefield.