I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 1019 Kong Xuan, the Pimp

Duanmu Yan was swallowing dry rations from her water pouch when she heard this and choked, coughing until her eyes turned red.

"Cough, cough... They're just a rabble, I, your humble servant..."

He hurriedly wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, his fiery red cloak fluttering like a flag in the night wind.

The words came to an abrupt halt.

He understood that Kong Xuan was curious as to why a young, promising war god like him would go to Wuzhou.

Kong Xuan was watching him, his chin propped up on his hand. The five-colored Xuan sword was casually stuck next to the campfire, and the flickering firelight on the blade made his eyebrows and eyes appear and disappear.

This look reminded Duanmu Yan of her childhood hunting days, when the old hunters would stare at the foxes struggling in the traps with a similar ambiguous smile.

"Young general, are you aware of a curious tale circulating among the Yellow Turban rebels in Wuzhou recently?"

Kong Xuan suddenly flicked his finger against the scabbard, and a clear, resonant dragon's roar startled the birds roosting in the distance, causing them to take flight in a flurry.

"It is said that a young man wielding fiery red qi infiltrated the Yellow Turban Army in Wuzhou. With his Molten Scale Blade, he slaughtered many of the Taiping Sect's protectors, causing them to flee in terror. The young man had a cinnabar birthmark between his eyebrows and was even more handsome than the sect's holy maiden..."

The campfire crackled and popped, sending up a spark.

"The Duke of Zhenguo's men are well-informed; they even know the gossip circulating in the Yellow Turban Army camp."

Duanmu Yan tightened his grip on the water pouch, twisting the sheepskin pouch into a pretzel shape in his palm.

"gossip?"

"But I've heard that not long ago, that young man also stole a fragment of the 'Taiping Yaoshu' from Song Jiang, a bandit from Liangshan, before he left. Such courage is somewhat similar to that of the young general."

Kong Xuan chuckled softly, and his five-colored armor suddenly shimmered with a deep blue light, making his face appear dreamlike.

Duanmu Yan's heart trembled violently, and he almost couldn't resist drawing his Ronglin Blade. He stared intently at the person opposite the campfire, but then he saw Kong Xuan suddenly stop smiling and insert his Five-Colored Xuan Blade between the two with a "clang". The qi flowing on the blade actually carved a half-foot-deep groove in the ground.

"A doll that hates lying the most."

"If the young general doesn't tell the truth soon, the grain convoy will be short of a transport officer tomorrow."

Kong Xuan's tone remained gentle, but his fingertips were already on the hilt of the knife.

The night wind whipped up sand and gravel, and Duanmu Yan sensed danger.

This pedantic military general appeared to be smiling, but his eyes held a sharpness colder than the Melting Blade. He suddenly recalled that not long ago, when he was among the Yellow Turban Army in Wuzhou, he had been surrounded by a large group of special Hengzhou soldiers in the same way.

Those special troops were all clad in triple armor (three-attribute armor), carrying crossbows with a draw weight of twelve stones and 50 bolts. Their range and penetrating power far exceeded that of ordinary crossbows of the same period, and they could break through several layers of bronze armor.

Later, I heard from some old Yellow Turbans that these special troops were an elite legion under a general named Wu Qi in the Hengzhou army, called... Hengwu Soldiers.

However, even when surrounded by this special army, the rain of arrows did not make his heart pound like a drum.

"I...I am a spy for the Great Qian Dynasty."

The boy suddenly deflated, his fiery red cloak drooping down, like a defeated rooster.

"The late emperor sent me to be a spy in the Yellow Turban Rebellion, for... um..."

Duanmu Yan's expression immediately became somewhat unnatural. He couldn't very well say that he was going to fight against your Hengzhou army, could he?

"Who would have thought that General Wu Qi would suddenly emerge from the Hengzhou army, leading them to utterly defeat the allied forces of the Yellow Turban Rebellion and various powerful clans of Wuzhou?"

"Young general, are you perhaps implying that your role as a spy has been utterly humiliating, not only failing to achieve any merit but also being chased like a stray dog ​​by General Wu Qi's Hengzhou army?"

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Kong Xuan continued, and the Five-Colored Mystic Blade suddenly emitted a soft blue light, enveloping the two of them.

"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you! If I even flinch, I'm not a member of the Duanmu family!"

Duanmu Yan's ear tips turned red, and the scabbard of the Melting Scale Blade left deep marks on the ground.

Why would I kill you?

"I'm counting on the young general to escort the grain supplies for me, and besides..."

Kong Xuan suddenly chuckled, and the phoenix and luan patterns on the five-colored armor suddenly danced joyfully.

"Young General, don't you want to see your senior sister in Hengzhou with your own eyes?"

He suddenly lowered his voice, his breath brushing against Duanmu Yan's ear.

Kong Xuan was quite politically astute; based on Duanmu Yan's appearance, he easily deduced what this Daqian man was doing in Wuzhou.

However, based on the short time he spent with Duanmu Yan, Kong Xuan did not dislike this somewhat arrogant young man.

Seeing his somewhat ashamed expression, Kong Xuan chuckled inwardly and then changed the subject, easing Duanmu Yan's expression.

The words "senior sister" resounded like a thunderclap.

"You...you know His Highness Si Luoying?"

Duanmu Yan suddenly looked up, and two flames of fire ignited in his eyes.

"More than just knowing."

This morning, the Duke of Zhenguo was still saying that the Third Princess's Jinghong Sword should be paired with a sword-wielding chief guard. In my opinion..."

Kong Xuan stood up and patted the grass clippings off his armor. As the five-colored divine light flowed, it even evaporated the night dew into mist.

He suddenly picked up the Melting Scale Blade from Duanmu Yan's hand and smiled at her.

Duanmu Yan gripped the warm hilt of the knife, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the fiery red patterns engraved on it.

The campfire cast a long shadow of Kong Xuan, but the shadow shattered into tiny fireflies at his feet, transforming into five-colored divine light that disappeared into the night sky.

The boy stared blankly at the fiery red longsword in his hand, and suddenly remembered the year when his senior sister had just come of age and held his hand to teach him to write his name. The tip of the wolf-hair brush spread the three characters "Duanmu Yan" on the rice paper. Before the ink was dry, a peach blossom suddenly drifted in from outside the window and landed precisely on the dot of the character "Yan".

For Duanmu Yan, he was raised by Si Luoying, who was a little girl at the time, when he was young in Hidden Dragon Valley.

Therefore, in Duanmu Yan's heart, Si Luoying was not only regarded as his closest sister, but also had a kind of, well... dependence on his mother?

"Senior sister..."

He murmured unconsciously, the scabbard of the Melting Scale Blade leaving red marks on his palm.

"The Third Princess is right beside the Lord. If the young general walks quickly, he might still be able to catch up with her when she charges into battle."

The night breeze carried Kong Xuan's soft laughter.

Duanmu Yan suddenly looked up and saw Kong Xuan leaning against the grain cart drinking wine. Half a lotus flower was embroidered on the wine bag, shimmering in the moonlight.

He suddenly felt that this pedantic military general wasn't so bad after all. At least his phoenix eyes, which always carried a hint of mockery, now looked somewhat similar to his senior sister's eyes when she raised her eyebrows.

Why did you help me?

He gripped the Melting Scale Blade tightly, the warm aura flowing along its blade gently touching his palm.

"We are helping the future of the Hengzhou army, to add another fierce general to it, not some greenhorn."

Kong Xuan tilted his head back and took a swig of wine. As his Adam's apple bobbed, the phoenix pattern on his five-colored armor suddenly seemed to come alive and move around.

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