Windy.

The wind swept through the plain, swept through the silence, swept past his ears, and brought up a few strands of long hair to fly, fluttering for a long time, before finally subsided. A pair of calm eyes, reflecting the scorching light, like the edge of the sword light, cold and dazzling.

There was a sound, constantly rattling, pounding. Is that the heartbeat, the beating of the heart in the human body, the excitement, the longing, and maybe a little fear? Sun Jian didn't know the truest voice in their hearts, but he could hear the longing in his heart, the slow-beating heart, and the same pulse as the thousands of Jiangdong disciples behind him.

"What did you say?" Sun Jian asked. He raised his eyes and looked at the enemy general riding on a horse not far in front of him, pressing his right hand on the handle of the long knife at his waist, and pressing his five fingers down in an orderly manner, grasping the hilt.

Calm, indifferent, as usual. Sun Jian didn't care who was in front of him, he didn't care about everything on the battlefield, knives and blood had become everything that built his life for him. From the treacherous river surface in Jiangdong, to Xiapi, to Yingchuan, there are ****, there are yellow turban thieves, and maybe there will be some new enemies next. He didn't know when he would be able to stop, at least, until his hand could no longer hold the ancient ingot knife in his hand.

"You!" The yellow turban general who was sitting on the horse had a look of annoyance on his face, and his heart was full of anger at the moment. The call just now, self-reported his name, but did not attract the slightest attention from the other party, and was even ignored, and he had to do it again. This made him feel the contempt of the ****, his chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes became colder and colder, and the arm holding the spear was trembling uncontrollably.

Not scared, not excited, but angry.

After being angry, he suddenly had an urge to laugh, what was the anger with a dying person? Anyway, he's going to die. So the yellow turban general spoke again and repeated what he had just said, "A certain Sun Xia! Those who come report their lives, and a certain person never kills an unknown person. ”

It just so happened that Sun Jian had the same thoughts in his heart now. He didn't care who the enemy in front of him was, he didn't care who his name was, because before long, the enemy was all dead and had the same name, the dead man. So just now he was immersed in his own thoughts, and he didn't even hear what the Yellow Turban General said clearly, but now he heard it clearly.

He looked at Sun Xia, this is the same surname as him, his family, maybe a family for hundreds of years? Now he is waiting, waiting for himself to speak, and perhaps waiting for himself to report his fate and become one of his famous men who has died?

The more he thought about it, the more interesting it became, Sun Jian smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, both of which seemed to be shining under the sunlight. He spoke slowly, and the ancient ingot knife was pulled out inch by inch with the movement of his arm.

"I am Jiangdong Sun Jian Sun Wentai."

"Now, you can die in peace!" When the words fell, Sun Jian's person had turned into a shadow, sweeping towards Sun Xia's position.

"Come on!" Sun Xia was stunned, but he also reacted immediately, his legs clamped the horse's belly, making the horse run, he raised the spear in his hand, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Sun Jian who was running. It's closer, it's closer, Sun Xia has no doubt that he will achieve the final victory, after all, no matter what, he still has horses, and the bonus of horsepower, how could he lose to Sun Jian who fought on foot?

The soldiers behind the two were silent, staring intently at the battle between the two main generals. Their hands are also tightly gripping the weapon, ready to charge at any time, no matter what the result is, if they want to survive, they can only rely on the weapons in their hands to fight for a way out!

In an instant, Sun Jian and Sun Xia had already met, and Sun Xia stabbed out a lightning-fast shot towards Sun Jian's chest. His own strength, coupled with the strength of the horse's sprint, made the power of his shot extremely huge, almost equivalent to the strength of two people condensed together and stabbed at Sun Jian.

"It's a pity." Sun Jian was unmoved, his expression was as usual in the face of this gun, without any fluctuations, on the contrary, there was a hint of banter on the corner of his mouth.

On the oblique side of the ancient ingot knife, the tip of the spear slashed across the blade, slashing and striking on the blade, making a piercing grinding sound. He took a few more steps, dodging to the side, his horse's hooves stomping over the dust and sand that coated his armor with sand.

Sun Jian's eyes were cold, and the ancient ingot knife moved with his heart, blocking the spears that stabbed on the horse one by one. He didn't even use much strength, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but in such a situation, he still had spare strength, relaxed and comfortable.

Sun Xia rode his horse, and when he was about to turn around and continue to attack, a hand had already grabbed the saddle, Sun Jian turned over and got on the horse, and before he could react, the ancient ingot knife in his hand was already hanging between his throat.

"That's why I say what you say, because no matter what you say, there will be no trace in my memory." Sun Jian whispered in Sun Xia's ear, and the ancient ingot knife moved slowly.

"You ......" Sun Xia's face suddenly turned pale, he hadn't even reacted, and he didn't know when, Sun Jian came behind him, and the long knife hung in his throat. That's not how the script should be!

He uttered only one word, but he could no longer utter anything, and the spear in his hand fell to the ground. Sun Xia's hands clutched his throat tightly, but he couldn't cover the bloody wound, and the hot blood kept flowing from it. Between the fingers, in the chest, everywhere flowed warm blood.

Sun Xia continued to open his mouth, wanting to say something, but no matter how big his mouth opened, he couldn't emit a full byte. There was only a "hiss" sound, as if he was breathing heavily because he couldn't breathe, and his body shook visibly, and he fell headlong to the ground.

Sun Jian slowly drew the knife, and a layer of fine blood on the blade of the ancient ingot knife slanted against the void, and drop by drop of blood condensed into a large point on the blade. He rode his horse and turned around, without looking at Sun Xia again, as he said, this is just a trivial point in his memory, whether it has a name or no name, if he dies once, then he doesn't have to keep it in his memory.

Because it's too weak, because it's not necessary.

Sun Jian raised his knife and rushed out first, charging towards the phalanx of the two thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers who were obviously panicked!

"Charge the whole army! Kill the enemy with me! ”

"Damn it!" Someone in the Yellow Turban Army scolded in a low voice, angry at Sun Xia's waste, and his face suddenly turned cold. This was originally a gift for Huangfu Song Zhu Jun, but now it seems that he has to uncover part of it first.

"Command the right army, attack! Swallow this Han army for me, lead the main force of the Han army to save it, and then ambush it! ”

(End of chapter)

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