"What's your name, where are you from?" Yang Feng looked at the beauty in front of him and asked kindly, his eyes were like a father seeing his daughter...... Like. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Slave Yang Miaozhen, it's a Yidu .....," Yang Miaozhen said a little uneasy.

Not knowing what had suddenly gone wrong with the general today, she burst into her room and began to ask some questions.

"In this way, from today onwards, you will no longer be a maid." Yang Feng thought for a while.

"Ahh General, did the slave do something wrong, why don't you want the slave and the maid....."

Yang Miao was really panicked, she also had a seriously ill younger brother in bed, during the days in the Zhenbei General's Mansion, she couldn't help but be able to eat enough, and there was a monthly salary to get, although it was not much, but the younger brother's monthly medicine money was enough.

"No, Yang Miaozhen, General Ben asked you, would you.... Forehead.... Martial arts? Yang Feng asked expectantly.

"The slave learned martial arts when she was young, but.... It's rare to talk to people....." Yang Miaozhen said uneasily.

In the Han Dynasty, literature was prevalent, and it was even more unimaginable for women to learn martial arts, let alone learn from others.

It seems that this is the memory that the system gave Yang Miaozhen, and she also brought a younger brother......

"Then Yang Miaozhen, how do you think your martial arts compare to General Yang Zongbao?"

"The slave is naturally not General Zongbao's opponent, and she dares to compare with General Zongbao." Yang Miaozhen was uneasy, and her expression was already panicked.

"Don't think about it too much, General Ben has an important task to find you this time, what General Ben asks you, you just tell the truth, don't hide it!" Yang Feng's face was solemn, and there was no trace of deception.

Yang Miaozhen was right when she thought about it, she was a dignified general in Zhenbei, and the third-grade official of the Han Dynasty could deceive her little maid, and the feeling of uneasiness in her heart began to spread.

"Say, how does it compare to General Zongbao's martial arts?" Yang Feng repeated the question again.

"Slave maid.... Maybe it will be able to draw with General Soho......"

As soon as Yang Miaozhen finished speaking, Yang Feng said, "Yang Zhi, come in!" ”

The door was opened, and Yang Miaozhen looked at Yang Zhi with a shocked look on his face, holding an iron gun and a Pu knife hanging from his waist.

"General..... What does this mean? Yang Miao couldn't believe it, wouldn't this be for her to start a discussion with Yang Zhi........

"That's what you think." Yang Feng laughed evilly, he had never seen a woman move a knife or a gun, so he was quite curious.

"Let's get started!"

As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, Yang Zhi pointed the iron gun in his hand towards Yang Miaozhen, "Miss Yang, take the gun!" ”

The body of the gun came with the sound of the whistling wind, which showed the great strength, and it seemed that Yang Zhi did not believe that the female streamers could dance with knives and guns, so he seemed to want to give it a little color.

"Is this a temptation for this girl?" Yang Miaozhen looked at the whistling gun, took it casually, and danced a spear flower in Yang Zhi's stunned expression!

"General Yang, look at the gun!"

The tip of the spear was wrapped in a cold glow, stabbing at Yang Zhi's eye socket. The speed of this shot was far beyond Yang Zhi's expectations, and he didn't expect a female streamer's shot speed to even be higher than his own knife speed.

The ending is obvious, Yang Zhi was defeated with one shot.....

Although this shot was a little watery, after all, Yang Zhi didn't expect his martial arts to be so strong.

However, even if you think about it, I'm afraid it's a failure.

Yang Zhi was defeated by a single shot, Yang Feng was extremely satisfied, and immediately informed her about the Jinyiwei, and instructed her not to leak the news, and gave her a token, making her the Suzaku commander of the four leaders of the Jinyiwei.

When Yang Miaozhen walked out of the room, the expression on her face still seemed to be unbelievable, after all, in the blink of an eye, she had leapt from a maid to a party leader........

Shaking his head and throwing out the distracting thoughts in his heart, Yang Miaozhen secretly swore in his heart that he would be loyal to the general in his lifetime!

Day 2.

Outside the county.

The north wind blows, and the battle flag flutters.

The sound of drums and the blood boiling.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Yang Feng stood on the high platform, followed by Yang Jian and Wang Jingluo.

Looking at the 23,000 soldiers under the high platform, Yang Feng felt quite emotional.

A few months ago, a little otaku came to this troubled world uneasily, and then, he broke the Yellow Turban of Youzhou, killed the entire Wuheng clan, slaughtered the first warrior, and slept with the princess of the Han Dynasty, which seems to prove that this little otaku has made great achievements.

However, this is not enough! Far from enough! Wu Yang Feng, what I want is...... This world!

"Expelling the Tatars, revitalizing China, and go!"

There is no superfluous nonsense, Yang Feng waved his hand and said coldly.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

"The army is on its way!"

"Bang rumble—"

One after another, the command was passed down, and the sound of the war drums began to sound that touching the heartstrings, and the blood of the people present boiled.

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted: "Zhenbei Army!" Invincibility! ”

Then, as if feeling the same way, all the soldiers began to raise their weapons and shout.

"Zhenbei Army! Invincibility!

"Zhenbei Army! Invincibility!

"Zhenbei Army! Invincibility!

"Zhenbei Army! Invincibility!

............

"General, take care all the way!"

Wang Jingluo said to Yang Feng on the white horse, his eyes were full of concern.

"Hahaha, don't worry, Jingluo, the county town will be handed over to you!" Yang Feng laughed loudly, his face full of hearty features.

"Please rest assured, when the general's army returns, he will definitely be able to see an unprecedented Shanggu County!" Wang Jing patted his chest and abdomen rarely, after all, he was a literati and paid great attention to his appearance, so he still handed over the matter of patting his chest and abdomen to the military generals to do a good job.

Yang Feng suddenly turned his head to look.

In the distance, two women stood on the city wall, silently watching him.

Yang Feng didn't speak, smiled, waved at the two figures on the city wall, and turned around.

Tens of thousands of troops are on the march, and logistics are very important, such as grain and grass.

This expedition brought a total of 50,000 troops to eat food for two months, although it seems that there is a lot of food and grass, but a war can not be fought in a month or two, so the bumpy road along the way has become the primary goal of the Zhenbei army.

Watching the army go out of the city, Yang Feng was very prosperous for no reason and wanted to compose a poem.

After thinking about it, he said: "Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass"

"If you want to drink the pipa, urge it immediately."

"Don't laugh when you're drunk on the battlefield."

"A few people have come back to fight in ancient times."

After speaking, he began to comment like an aftertaste, but all the comments were gathered into the sentence after that, "Good poetry, good poetry!" ”

Upper Valley County is not far from the border, but tens of thousands of troops are on the march, and it is certain that it will be slower.