This woman is very tall. Among women, who are as tall as Bai Ya with a slightly hunched back, can be regarded as "tall and big". She was neither fat nor thin, and her exposed arms were very strong, and at first glance she looked like she wielded a knife and a gun. She is good-looking, but not the kind of gentle and graceful, but so heroic. She was dressed in soft armor, and the rest of the dark red fabric looked like dried blood.

"This ......" The two were speechless for a moment.

Bai Ya's eyes flickered on her twice, and then he turned his gaze back to Yue Baizhi's veil tent.

"Isn't it a bit of a joke?"

"Why, do you really look down on women?" Yue Baizhi was provocative, but Bai Ya didn't answer, "Don't underestimate Miss Jun." If you don't know her, you should know her father. ”

A name came to the minds of the two of them.

Jun Chao wine.

General Jun is a strange man. He crisscrossed the battlefield, was invincible in a hundred battles, and walked through millions of enemy troops unharmed. His father and mother are a marketman. In his early years, the frontier was uncertain, and when he was just sensible, his father was arrested and dragged to war, never to return. He was the only son in the family, and his mother took him to hide in the mountains. Especially every time she was recruited, she didn't go down the mountain, and the mother and son relied on stored grain and wild fruits to carry through those days. Although he was small at that time, he was well-behaved, and it was rare to make a fuss, and her mother dipped it on his lips with a mild sweet wine made by herself, and he licked the wine, and he was honest, and he didn't know what was going on.

Until the flames of war reached this nameless village. Her mother locked him in the cellar, and a heavy water tank was moved from the cellar, and I don't know where the strength of a weak woman came from. It wasn't until it was quiet outside, and the remaining men and horses of the imperial court searched among the ruins, and heard the sound of a cry for help from under the large water tank.

They broke the water tank and rescued the boy, but they couldn't find his mother. A fire burned the place clean, and there was not a discernible face left. So the boy became a soldier, and his name was given by himself. An innate talent for war burst out of this child, mixed with a silent hatred. There were many people of his age in the army, and among those who had a good relationship with him, the oldest was no more than twenty, and they seldom went to battle, and they were also understaffed as a last resort. On weekdays, they also train with the military. No matter how you say it, they are all children, and many of them have been captured, and there are not many people like him who have survived the disaster. They are both playful, often lazy, and then punished together. He was the only one who went to the training ground before dawn every day.

There are fewer and fewer familiar faces around him, and he has survived the wars again and again, standing out again and again. During the long period of defending against foreign enemies, he slowly rose to the position of general. Every time he was promoted, he was covered in dirty blood and white bones. He should be the youngest and most promising one of his time. The most interesting thing is that he never lets his subordinates drink - because he drinks and makes mistakes, but he often pours it down one jar after another. Eighty percent was trained as a child, and the person who didn't pour a thousand cups was the number one person who was General Jun. If he poured a few sips of wine before carrying his gun into battle, he would be more heroic than ever.

In addition to his personal bravery and skill, he also had a superb command talent. This is not God's reward, but he started from a sentry soldier and summed it up step by step. Strategizing and winning a thousand miles is a praise often heard by Jun Chaojiu who has reached the age of thirty. He mingles with his subordinates on weekdays, knows almost everyone, regardless of whether he is up or down. He is very good at using people, knowing whose talents are suitable for what kind of battle, whose personality is suitable for what position. The summary and analysis of the past battle situation between himself and others, the use of terrain and natural conditions, on-the-spot response, cooperation between far and near, army deployment, and strategic choice are not something he could not calculate. In addition, this person has a clear distinction between public and private, has an upright character, and has taken the time to read all kinds of books, and he is rare and praised at all levels.

He didn't have a daughter-in-law, he never had, and he couldn't have it. He knew that there were people in the army who had wives and children and would become weak and sentimental. He killed several deserters with his own hands, and before he died, he cried and begged for forgiveness for his wife and children. He did not relent, but gave part of his allowance to their families. If you can hide it, you can say that the father of the child, the husband of the wife, and the son of the old man were killed in battle, and when you meet the high-ranking officials who accompany you, you will write the truth in the letter. There are also people who will become more resolute and brave after having a family, and they know that they must use the swords, guns, bows and swords in their hands to protect the land behind them. There are not many such people, who sometimes die tragically, sometimes fortunately live, and then throw themselves into the next battle, gradually rise to the same or higher position as him, or disappear into a certain expedition.

But he had a daughter.

His daughter, much like him, was the only living creature found from the war-torn ruins. He was thirty-two when he heard a girl crying beside a pair of charred corpses. The soldiers could not persuade him, so he came over and handed her the heavy spear in his hand, and she stopped, took it in his hand, and plunged deep into the ground. But after a while, he cried uncontrollably again. A soldier went to get a gun, and it took a long time to pull it out.

At that time, blood was oozing from the ground.

Only this time it's not a matter of defending against foreigners. The border has been stabilized, but the interior is in chaos, and the village where the girl lives is a victim of the war of the princes. General Jun knew that the recent wars were very different from those of the early years. But it can't be helped. Whether it is a soldier or a general, all that can be done is to obey orders, obey arrangements, pick up weapons, and cut off all the lives that others see as enemies. Any other thought should not be what a pawn should have.

But there were some things he could decide, for example, that he adopted the girl.

He didn't have much money, and he wasn't stable enough. A few pieces of shabby clothes left over from the team, and a few mouthfuls of dry food that everyone evened out, forcibly pulled the girl who was less than ten years old. At that time, he was also in charge of garrisoning the frontier, and was only occasionally transferred back to fight. The borders are much more stable, the management is much more relaxed, and raising one or two orphans is like cats and dogs, a matter of food.

His daughter, under his tutelage, learned to turn hatred into strength. That strange talent for war is reflected in her body like a ghost, which is jaw-dropping. She was thrown in the army, and she was a little thin compared to the soldiers, but her physique was very strong and powerful. When she was fifteen years old, she could wrestle her wrists with a twenty-year-old boy, and the wins and losses were fifty-five. The important thing is that no one let her.

The first emperor once gave Jun Chaojiu a Mo knife, more than 20 catties, heavier than ordinary spears, not suitable for combat, it is considered an ornament. Jun Chaojiu said that when his daughter was twenty years old, he would pass the knife to her. At that time, there was no reason for anyone to say that she was a wild child who had been picked up. She didn't care about those unpleasant truths, but she longed for this knife, and often went into the tent to touch it when no one was around, and she liked it so much that she couldn't speak.

The unexpected happened. When she was eighteen years old, General Jun was in a bitter battle, and there were less than 20 people left with him, unable to break out of the encirclement. She learned about this from the herald who escaped death, and rushed to the battlefield with a hundred or so people with a Mo knife in hand. She had never really been involved in a real battle before, and those who were willing to come with her were her father's loyal men and friends, as well as her own associates. That battle really impressed them with the heroine who was not yet twenty years old.

What impressed everyone the most was that she held the hilt of the knife with both hands, gripped the horse tightly with her legs, and wrapped the reins around her arms to prevent herself from falling from the horse. She turned sideways and swung the Mo knife vigorously. Her big red horse ran head-on with the enemy general's dark horse, and her long army gave her an advantage. The Mo knife slashed straight down the neck of the enemy horse, and by inertia, it slashed all the way through the horse's hind leg bones.

The knives came out white - they and their horses were too fast.

The enemy tumbled off his horse, and the lower half of the horse's body was even running, stepping through his chest and unable to move. The accompanying soldiers immediately made up for it.

Jun Chaojiu just watched his daughter come from the horse, and the blood was in the air.

Stories about her quickly became popular all over the country. The old diehards who originally held the attitude of "what kind of war do women fight" also looked sideways, and all places opened up the permission for women to go to the army. It's a pity that it was a few years late, and there were many women who were willing to stand up to defend the country earlier. Now there is only infighting left, and neither men nor women want to mix, they just want to live a good life.

The only one who was not so happy was probably her father.

"This knife was given to you in advance, but you are never allowed to go to war in the future."

"Why?!" She was dissatisfied with her father's decision, "I saved you!" Can't I? Don't you see what I look like? Where the hell am I not like to be a soldier, where am I not as good as you?! ”

"It's because I saw it!" He roared back.

Maybe the others will never understand what Jun Chaojiu is thinking, not even his daughter. It's just that since then, the relationship between father and daughter has plummeted, and the two hardly talk to each other anymore.

It's just that the legend about the heroine continues. Everyone knows the story of Jun Chaojiu's daughter holding a royal gift Mo knife and breaking a war horse into two.

Since then, she has an additional name - Proud of Horses.

Her name is Jun Aoyan.

"She's looking for her father, just like you." Yue Baizhi said, "Let's go together, it's okay to be a companion." ”

"No way." Bai Ya blurted out.

"What's this? Why, don't you think men and women can't kiss? Bai Zhi laughed at him, "They are all from the rivers and lakes, where are there so many rules." Maybe you've heard some rumors that the relationship between father and daughter is a little stiff. As a woman, I can understand, my daughter grows up, and it is always easy to be estranged from her old-fashioned father, but she loves her heart. Didn't the Six Realms of Impermanence also entrust you with the search for the whereabouts of those missing impermanence? Aoyan took the order, she will help you. ”

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