Whether the paper umbrella can kill people depends on who kills a small general who was temporarily promoted in order to calm the morale of the army, which is really nothing to Wen Yao. Although his official position is only a five-rank lieutenant, the key is that Zheng Zhicheng was promoted by him, not appointed by the imperial court, and the Ministry of War did not report the approval, so if he kills, he will be killed, and no one will offend Wen Jia because of such an insignificant little person.

Zheng Zhicheng, who had a huge paper flower blooming on his heart, was lying on the muddy ground, and he couldn't die anymore. It's just that his eyes are still very round and big, as if he is unwilling, unbelieving, unwilling. But his life has been frozen on this rainy day, even if he is unwilling, unbelieving, unwilling, there is no way to change anything.

Wen Yao glanced at the paper umbrella and whispered a pity.

Then he said to the kite, "You see, paper umbrellas can also kill." ”

The green kite shook his head and said: "No matter how much the paper umbrella can kill, it is not as good as the iron umbrella, the iron umbrella can not only kill, but also block the wind and rain, and also defend against swords, guns, feathers and arrows, and the most important thing is my big iron umbrella." ”

Wen Yao smiled and said: "The iron umbrella is just an iron umbrella, it doesn't mean anything. If you have to say that the iron umbrella is stronger than this paper umbrella, I can only say that in terms of rain protection, the iron umbrella is indeed stronger than this paper umbrella. ”

He looked at the brocade clothes on his body that were wet by the rain, and then looked at the clothes that were clinging to the green kite, and then sighed: "At least, the big black umbrella can easily cover two people." ”

The green kite bit her lip and shook her head, but stopped talking.

Wen Jia saw that her face was not very good-looking, and finally said in a low voice: "If you miss the big iron umbrella, I will bring it back for you sooner or later." ”

"And your iron gun."

Wen Yao looked at Huang Luan and said.

Huang Luan also shook his head and said: "The iron umbrella can't block the man's knife, and the iron spear can't pierce the man's heart, these two things have no meaning, so don't want to." ”

"You're more open-minded than she is."

Wen Yao smiled.

Huang Luan said indifferently: "Qing Kite wants to find her big iron umbrella, and I also want to find my big iron gun, but I want that person's life even more, if he doesn't die, the iron gun and iron umbrella will be branded with shame after all." I and the green kite, we don't allow the iron gun and the iron umbrella to be pure and clean anymore. ”

Wen Yao was stunned, smiled wryly and shook his head: "You are more paranoid than her from afar." ”

"Where is the shame?"

Wen Yao frowned slightly and said, "If it is a shame to lose once, there are too many shames in my life so far." Don't say that if you lose a meaningless iron gun and a meaningless iron umbrella, you almost lose your surname, and I have experienced it more than once. ”

He seemed to recall it and said: "When I was in Pingnan Chen, I went into the Nanchen Palace to catch Chen Shubao, the emperor of Nanchen, there was a person from the Jiangnan royal family in the Nanchen Palace, and he was also good at using knives, but he used double knives, so he escorted Chen Shubao to escape into the harem, and Chen Shubao pulled Zhang Lihua to jump into the dry well to hide. He put on Chen Shubao's dragon robe and fled out to lure the pursuers away, Han Baohu and they went into the palace to search, and I went to chase the fake emperor. ”

"I knew he was a fake emperor, but I still chased him, because I knew that there was a master of swords in Nanchen Palace, how could I be willing not to fight with him?"

"That fight was good enough, but I couldn't beat him. His knives are too powerful, and I'm no match for him. I remember that I was stabbed thirteen times and only one wounded him. If I get stabbed again, I will go to the Netherworld to report to the judge. ”

"But he's dead, you're still alive, so you're the winner, and he's defeated after all."

Huang Luan thought for a while and said seriously.

"No, because he's bright enough and I'm dark enough."

Wen Yao suddenly smiled and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I fed poison on my knife, and his knife is very clean." ”

"Another time, in Daxing City, when I met Zhang Zhongjian for the first time, he planned to enter the palace to plot against him. I stopped him and asked him what he was going to do. He said that he was going to the palace to slap the emperor seventeen times, but I naturally didn't agree, so I fought each other, and now I think about it, what impressed me the most was not his unparalleled fist and foot kung fu, but why he just wanted to slap seventeen times, why not eighteen, sixteen? ”

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"Why?"

The blue kite asked.

"Because he's just a drunkard, seventeen of them came out of his mouth."

Wen Yao said seriously: "It's just that such a drinking sentence has troubled me for many years. That time, Zhang Zhongjian couldn't enter the palace, and I couldn't catch him. He was not good at weapons, and it was difficult to get close to me, so I naturally took advantage, and later, there was another one named Zhai Rang, and the two of them joined forces, and I was not an opponent. That day was also dangerous and ruthless, if it hadn't been for the arrival of the forbidden army's divine crossbow camp later, I wouldn't have been beaten by the two of them. ”

was beaten by Zhai Rang and Zhang Zhongjian, and naturally there was no good end.

After saying these two things, Wen Yao smiled and said: "Look, if I say it casually, there are two shameful things in your opinion, especially the first one, I still feel ashamed when I think about it, the sword technique of the Wang family is really amazing, even if I fight him now, I still can't beat him." So, what is the meaning of shame other than annoying oneself? ”

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……

"My lord, after we cross the Yellow River, will we speed up our march?"

Huang Luan asked, glancing at the soldiers resting under the trees in the rain.

Now there are three kinds of people in this team under Wen Yao, one is Long Tingwei, one is the government soldier, and the other is the forbidden army. These three types of people can be distinguished clearly by looking at them in the rain, and there is no need to make out the trouble of identifying them. The first type, sitting on the ground under the tree, completely ignoring the wind and rain, seizing the time to rest and still having the heart to laugh, is the soldiers of the Great Sui Mansion. The second type, frowning and constantly looking down at himself, distressed by the brocade clothes on his body and the cowhide boots on his feet, is Long Tingwei. The third type, who keeps cursing this ghost weather, and wants to find someone to look desperately at once, is naturally the forbidden army.

Wen Yao shook his head and said, "After crossing the Yellow River, we still have to go county by county, and local officials will visit each other. ”

"There will definitely be people in the DPRK who don't understand you."

The green kite said with some concern.

"Your Majesty just understands, why should I care what others think?"

Wen Jia chuckled: "It's enough for Your Majesty to believe in me in this world, and you still need to care about what others want to do, how to do it, and what to do dirty?" ”

Saying this, his face suddenly changed, and a trace of sadness flashed between his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty is the highest and strongest in the world!"

He seemed to be reminiscing, and he seemed to be convincing himself.

This sentence is not very coherent from the previous words, but Qing Kite and Huang Luan both know what the adults remember. The world of the Great Sui is already in chaos, and no matter where the emperor is, his will will be useless within five hundred miles. The person who is the highest and strongest in the world is now only living in the prosperous world of Chengping made up by Pei Juyu Shiji and others. The emperor doesn't like to hear about rebellion, so there is no rebellion in the world, which is already rotten like shit. His Majesty doesn't like to hear about natural disasters**, so Da Sui has not had a disaster for several years. His Majesty likes to have auspiciousness, so the first expedition to Liaodong was full of auspiciousness. During the second expedition to Liaodong, His Majesty didn't like Xiangrui, so he didn't come out of anything.

The three men stood there, silent.

At this time, the corners of Wen Yao's eyebrows suddenly raised, and he looked up into the distance, and his eyes fell through the rain curtain on a high slope a few hundred meters away, where I don't know when a person appeared, riding a horse, holding a very large black umbrella in his hand. The black umbrella was originally sandwiched under the armpit by the man, and it was not unfolded until he reached the high slope, perhaps because he lacked strength, or was not familiar with the black umbrella, so his action of unfolding the black umbrella was a little jerky and clumsy.

However, after the man unfolded the black umbrella, he shook a few provocative movements, but he was extremely skillful.

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"Long Tingwei!"

When the green kite saw the man on horseback unfurl the black umbrella, his eyes immediately became fierce and cold. She took a step forward and pointed to Gao Po from afar: "Long Tingwei! Take down that person, and live it! ”

Dozens of Long Tingwei immediately turned on their horses and urged their mounts to rush towards the high slope. The rain that began last night was much lighter at this time, but it was still dense, so it hit the bodies of those Dragon Court Guard cavalry, and a layer of white bounced, as if wearing a white armor.

The man standing on the high slope on horseback saw Long Tingwei coming towards him, and seemed to bark and then turned his horse's head and ran.

He turned around and went down the high slope and disappeared again, dozens of Dragon Court Guard cavalry went up the high slope and then rushed down, and there was no back, only the endless rain between the sky and the earth was still raining tirelessly.

"It's strong!"

Huang Luan glanced at Wen Jiao and said: "The periphery is arranged with government soldiers and rangers, and the scouts are also released from a distance, but he can still get close to us within a mile, either this person is strong in martial arts and killed all the scout rangers in that direction alone, or he has a lot of helpers." ”

Wen Yao nodded and did not speak.

After waiting like this for about half an hour, the green kite's face became more and more ugly.

"I'll go!"

She whispered two words, then turned on her horse to see for herself.

Wen Yao waved his hand to stop her and said, "Let's go together." ”

7 Huang Luan, the commander of the Capture of the Flag, immediately beckoned, summoned all the Long Tingwei over, thought about it, she was still a little uneasy, and then ordered three hundred government soldiers to walk in front with bows and arrows in hand, as for those forbidden soldiers who looked tall and burly, she didn't even look at them.

The archers of the three hundred prefectures walked in the front, walking in formation and slowly climbing the high slope. Wen Jia and Qing Kite Huangluan followed behind under the escort of the Dragon Court Guard, and after going up the high slope, everyone's expressions became a little stiff.

At the foot of the high slope, the dozens of Long Tingwei who had rushed over before all fell under the high slope, and the rain rushed with blood, not covering the layer of crossbow arrows on their bodies.

The green kite glanced at Wen Yan in disbelief, and muttered, "How many people are here?" Bullying us within a mile of us and not even noticing? ”

At least thirty Long Tingwei were shot to death by crossbows, and in the rain and thunder, they didn't even hear the sound of crossbows firing, and at this time, in the rain curtain, where could you still see murderers.

Just when Wen Yao was about to give the order to go back, suddenly far away, the person with the black umbrella appeared again, the person seemed to be extremely proud, holding the black umbrella and shaking it, and then preparing to play a chic posture, I don't know if it was raining heavily or his riding skills stinky very much, and he fell off the horse proudly.

It seems that the funny is a little ridiculous.

The man got up from the muddy ground, and seemed to be extremely annoyed, so he threw the black umbrella on the ground and stepped on it a few times, cursing loudly as he stepped on it, but it was too far away to hear clearly.

Seeing the man stepping on the umbrella, Qing Kite's eyes suddenly turned cold, and Huang Luan clenched his fists, even Wen Jiao, and frowned slightly.

He turned around and went down the high slope and disappeared again, dozens of Dragon Court Guard cavalry went up the high slope and then rushed down, and there was no back, only the endless rain between the sky and the earth was still raining tirelessly.

"It's strong!"