"The jade man walked on the snow and flew away freely." The man in black tilted his head and looked at him, saying, "I thought everyone in the world knew my name."

General Feihong? He Rufei?

Huyat was shocked and blurted out: "Impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?" The eyes under the mask stared at him, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, as if he was filled with endless ridicule, "What is impossible?"

Huyat was the bravest general in Uto country, but at this moment, he subconsciously couldn't help but retreat, shouting almost irritably: "Come on me! If you kill this person, the king will be rewarded!"

Countless arrows and figures rushed forward, but the masked man easily avoided every blade and arrow that was rushing towards him. He was like a light geese flying in the snow, with a world spreading his wings, and there was nothing to trap him. His sword edge was even more invincible, flying around the night, as if he could even split the raindrops.

Huyate had to believe one thing, which was indeed the General Feihong He Rufei. No one in the world had the sword technique that was so exquisite except He Rufei. Huyate had never fought with He Rufei, but he had also heard from the defeated Xiqiang people that He Rufei's Qinglang sword could cut off all possible and impossible obstacles.

But why did He Rufei appear here? He obviously... could not have been like this!

Could it be that this is another conspiracy of the Great Wei people? He Rufei deceived them? These cunning and abominable Great Wei people!

"I'm going to kill him!" Huyat said hatefully and shouted to the people around him, "Get my bow and arrow!"

He wanted to shoot the big bird that could still fly by himself. He wanted to watch the flying geese fall from the sky, fall to the ground, and finally be stepped into the mud by him.

The bow and arrow were handed to him, and he aimed at the man in black who was surrounded by the utu soldiers and fought in the middle. He couldn't point at the target, and shouted: "Idiots, you all retreat a little!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the arrows in his hand came out in response, but he saw a few arrows shot out from the depths of the bushes, just blocking his arrows from the middle.

"And the accomplices! Catch them!"

At this moment, another man wearing a ghost mask on his face jumped out of the bushes, laughed a long time, and threw a wooden barrel-like thing in the direction of the man in black.

The man in black holding the sword only grabbed the wooden barrel in the air, and the arrows of the utu soldiers had suddenly arrived. "General Feihong" was very fast, making people unable to see clearly, and only blocked the wooden barrel in front of him, like an iron shield.

The arrow shot into the wooden barrel in his hand that he used as a shield, and something like water flowed out. Huyat immediately shouted in his heart, saying, "Stop! Stop!"

But even though the archer stopped immediately, the arrows shot out could not come back. In the blink of an eye, the wooden barrel in the hand of "General Feihong" had been shot into a sieve, and the water flow burst out from it, sprinkling the entire grain and grass camp. Then, a whistle sound came from her mouth, and the sound was clear. From the bushes, in all directions, dozens or hundreds of arrows were shot out. The arrows brought fire and fell onto the pile of grain and grass sprinkled with ointment. With a "boom", the fire rose into the sky.

I only did it once in Jiyang once and again, and it was very easy to do it again.

Huyat was so angry that he almost vomited a mouthful of blood, and ordered everyone to put out the fire and kill people. But this place was not Jiyang, and the river was not everywhere. The camping place was not far from the river, but it was definitely not close.

He Yan felt a little relieved. These ointments were the last ointments made by Runduli. Although there was rain tonight, the rain was not heavy, but the wind was very fast. As long as you blew along the wind, you would not worry about the fire not rising. In the end, these camps stationed in danger.

"Before now!" He Yan said loudly: "Don't retreat, fight!"

The sound of fighting from all directions and the fire lights sounded. Huyat looked around and rushed out from all directions with the evil ghost masks, the Utu soldiers were already panicked and their morale was unstable. At this moment, the food and grass were burned, and some people were busy getting water to put out the fire. Not to mention the military formation, even the pace of killing the people of the Great Wei was disrupted. Huyat almost vomited blood in anger.

All this is because of He Rufei!

He Rufei... He looked around and didn't see He Rufei's shadow. He was shocked and said angrily: "Catch He Rufei for me, I want to cut off his head in person!"

In the camp, a woman's crying sounded softly. Suddenly, the curtain was lifted and two evil ghost-like faces appeared in the tent.

The women let out a short "Ah". Before they could speak, one of them covered their mouths. The man took off his mask and showed a fierce face with a scar, but it was not the look of a utu. He said impatiently: "We are from the Great Wei, come to save you, put on your clothes, and leave quickly."

The women in the tent were all in disarray, and two of them had already fallen to the ground and were already out of breath. Jiang Jiao looked at it and sighed in his heart. When he came, Huyat was in trouble and did something worse than beasts to the female prisoners in Rundu. He Yan could not delay the serious work of burning food and grass, so he left, but he did not let it go. As soon as the food and grass was burned, they asked them to come and take a look.

Originally, He Yan felt that his heart was too soft, but now he looked at the miserable corpses in the camp, even bandits like Wang Ba felt unbearable. They couldn't help but clench their fists and secretly cursed the ukulele and said that it was worse than beasts.

Several women followed Wang Ba and the other two out of the camp quietly. The Utu soldiers were all concentrated on the other side of the food and grass, and no one noticed them. Jiang Jiao asked: "Can Brother He last so long?"

Wang Ba sneered: "He is much more heroic than you and me. He goes to save other prisoners."

The camp where the prisoners of the Great Wei Dynasty were small and broken, almost unable to hide the wind and rain. Dozens of women were squeezed together, their clothes were not covered, and they all looked desolate. The tent was filled with blood and rotten smell, which was disgusting. Every time the uggers ruined these women, the dead were thrown into the river, and the living were mostly scarred and thrown back, and they would repeat the days when life was worse than death until death.

Suddenly, when someone came to save them, these women refused to believe their eyes.

"Let's go," He Yan said: "I'll save you."

A woman in the lead asked tremblingly: "Heroine, what's your name...you...are you General Feihong?"

The masked man did not move, but in a moment, he took off his mask and revealed a handsome and handsome face of a young man, with a quiet voice: "No, my name is He Yan, Wu'anlang, his Majesty personally conferred it."

...

The tone of the Utu soldiers was completely disrupted. The Great Wei people wearing masks were not indulged in fighting. Seeing that the food and grass were about to burn out, they turned around and rushed towards the city gate. The ropes had already been hanging down above the city gate, and countless archers were ambushing the city tower. Once the Utu soldiers approached them, they would use the "arrows" borrowed from the Utu people a few days ago to shoot them.

It is difficult for Uttars to move forward, but those masked people like evil ghosts can escape unsuccessfully.

"They took the prisoners away!" someone shouted.

Huyat was furious: "A bunch of waste! Even women can't stand it!"

The Utu soldiers were also wronged. Who would have thought that at the critical moment of life and death, there would be people who would pay attention to those worthless women? They are just things that have become the enemy's spoils and will only drag their backs. If they were placed in their Utu, even if they were saved, they would still be killed. A woman who had been defiled by the enemy was not qualified to live in the world.

It would be fine if the captured women wanted to die in the enemy camp. How could they have thought that someone would try every means to rescue these women?

The confidant hesitated and said: "I heard that General Feihong He Rufei never hurts women. If someone abducts a woman from the Great Wei Dynasty, as long as he is there, he will be rescued..."

Huyat kicked back, "Bastard! I said, how could He Rufei come to Rundu!"

The smell of burning food and grass came from the field. From time to time, Utuk soldiers carried buckets to water it. But the wind was strong and the fire was very strong, but in vain. Huyat looked towards the direction of the Rundu Tower in the distance. Countless archers were lying on the high ground, and arrows with torches were shot here from time to time, as if warning.

His face was heavy and he almost bit his teeth: "Rundu... I will trample on Rundu! Let the corpses of the old and young Rundu remain!"

...

He Yan was the last one to go up to the city tower.

She had to protect those women and pulled the rope back first. She was dealing with the Utu soldiers at the city tower. When she had the chance to return to the city, even though the archers used arrows to force the Utu back, they were still injured.

There will be sacrifices when there is war. It is already great to have a life left.

The women who escaped from the enemy camp sat blankly on the city tower until they could no longer hear the trumpet of the Uttor in the distance, and then came to their senses. They slowly covered their faces with their hands and burst into tears.

The Rundu soldiers on the ground behind the city gate had already taken off their masks. After a night of raid, everything was extremely nervous. Only now did they seem to understand what was really going on. Some people were crying, while others were laughing and shouting: "We burned their food! Those utu people were beaten into fools by us, hahaha, we beat the utu people!"

It is natural to say that he won the battle, but this night attack was indeed a victory, and it was a complete victory. I don’t know the soldiers who were killed and injured by the Utu. Forty-six elite soldiers brought by He Yan died and 273 injured. This is the best situation for the Rundu people who have been guarding for more than a month.

Li Kuang looked at the elite soldiers who fell all over the ground incredible and murmured: "I did it."

When He Yan brought these people there, Li Kuang actually disagreed. He almost made preparations for He Yan and these hundreds of people to live, but to die. As for burning the food and grass of the Utuans, Li Kuang also believed that the possibility was extremely small.

But these things that were impossible in his eyes have now become reality. They even brought back the prisoners that the Uttors captured outside the city.

A new hope suddenly ignited in Li Kuang's heart. He had never thought that the soldiers and horses of Rundu could compete with the UT. He thought that he could only defend the city gate and wait for reinforcements. But now He Yan made him see another possibility. What if the UT can't waste it? The UT has lost food and grass and can't hold on for long, their advantage no longer exists. Now he is just relying on the advantage of the number of people, and the number of people... Hasn't that young Wu'an Lang He Yan already won twice with fewer wins?

Thinking of this, Li Kuang looked at He Yan excitedly. Seeing the boy sitting leaning against the wall of the building, he had not had time to take off his mask, he was looking at the rescued woman who was hugging each other and crying. Li Kuang could not see He Yan's expression, but could see the smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was very pleased.

In an instant, the picture in front of Li Kuang coincided with the picture in the past. He still vaguely remembered that when he fought a battle with He Rufei, who was still the deputy general, the same was true for that man. Sitting quietly on the ground, looking at the soldiers who were crying or laughing, the sharpness on the battlefield was restrained and soft and incredible.

He was really like He Rufei, and Li Kuang thought silently in his heart. To be more precise, he was like He Rufei of the past and He Rufei of the past.

"How are you?" Li Kuang walked over.

He Yan raised his head and looked at him, curling his lips, "Fortunately, he was just a little tired."

All night, he and the elite soldiers had not rested, and Li Kuang said, "Let's have a rest."

He Yan nodded, stood up, and thought of something, and said to Li Kuang: "The women saved, please ask Lord Li to ask someone to ask if they have family members in the city. If there is, please ask the family to take them home. If there is no family, please ask the elders to settle them."

Li Kuang frowned slightly and didn't say anything.

He Yan seemed to see what he was thinking and said lightly: "No matter what Lord Li thinks in his heart, they are all from the Great Wei and the people of Rundu. Since the Lord is the general of the city, he cannot sit idly by. The responsibility of the people on the battlefield is to protect the people within every inch of the country, regardless of wealth, wealth, or what they have encountered."

She stared at Li Kuang steadily, as if she insisted that Li Kuang give her an answer. Li Kuang paused and said, "I understand."

He Yan nodded to him: "Thank you."

She went down the city tower directly.

...

He Yan lives in the house arranged by Zhao Shiming. She is now Wu'anlang, but she can live alone in a room with Wu'anlang's privileges.

She asked the servant in the house to ask for a basin of hot water and entered the house. The servant quickly made the hot water and brought it in. He Yan locked the door, took off his mask, and pulled down his clothes.

She was injured on her back, shoulders, and arms, some were scratched by knives, and some were arrows. Last night, she was blocking the front and burning the Utuans' food and grass. Hundreds of arrows were impossible to escape without any loss. Now, it is already great.

She soaked the veil with hot water and rubbed it little by little through the wound. The wound on her back and shoulders were the deepest, and there were not many wounds on her waist before - thanks to Lin Shuanghe's scar removal and muscle growth cream.

This time when she came to Rundu, she brought the remaining scar removal and muscle growth cream on her body. She barely used up the wounds on her shoulders and waist, and she could no longer dig out any of them in the box.

After changing into clean clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror. The boy in the mirror looked pale. The biggest benefit of the mask and black clothes was probably that the soldiers could not see the blood and wounds, nor could they see her face clearly. They would always be energetic, always move forward, always be the one who boosts morale and stabilizes the morale of the army.

He Yan looked at his arm, his sleeves were halfway around, and there was a knife wound on the exposed arm, but the powder she brought had been used up and was about to bandage it directly with white cloth. Someone knocked on the door outside, and it was the woman's voice: "Mr. Xiaohe."

He Yan said: "Please come in."

The one who came in was a young and beautiful girl with a smile on her face and a very small dimpled on her left cheek, which made her charming a little more lively. She walked over and handed He Yan a round bottle, and smiled and said, "I just saw that when Lord Xiaohe came in, I asked the servant for hot water. I guess Mr. Xiaohe was injured. This is the remaining golden sore medicine that the master used on weekdays, and I brought it to me." Her eyes fell on the scar on He Yan's arm, and said "ah", "My Lord Xiaohe, are you really injured?"

He Yan smiled: "It's just a small injury, nothing happened."

"That won't work." The girl came forward as she wanted to get close, but she seemed to notice the special identity and didn't dare to get too close. She stood aside to comfort her: "If a small injury is not cured, it will cause a big injury. This is the case with my master. Sometimes he is injured on the battlefield and is too lazy to pay attention to it. When it becomes an old injury, it will be difficult to think about it."

He Yan looked at her young and beautiful face and felt a moment in his heart. She knew this girl, Li Kuang's favorite concubine, named Qiluo. When she and Li Kuang were dealing with the Western Qiang people here, Qiluo was very familiar with her. It was just because this girl was particularly smart and pleasing to Li Kuang. At that time, He Yan thought in his heart that if she was a man, she would probably love such a girl wholeheartedly.

Qi Luo was only sixteen years old at that time, and she was very young, and her face was round. Three or four years later, she grew a little, her childishness dissipated, and her round face turned into an oval face, the dimples on her left cheek and the sweet smile had not changed.

"Sir Xiaohe, what are you watching me do?" Qiluo touched his face, rolled his eyes, and said crisply: "I look good, and my favorite is me."

He Yan couldn't help laughing out loud. Qi Luo loved to show off her words back then, but she still loved to show off her words. Just this sentence made her feel like she was back to that time.

"Why are you laughing?" Qiluo asked, "Am I ugly?"
To be continued...