I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Pang Fei is no stranger to the green gold sword as Yan Zheng's iconic saber, and even when Yan Zijian was a hostage in Zhao Guo, he had seen Yan Zheng's saber more than once.

After all, as a sharp sword that even the king can't get, most Zhao people are very curious about it.

But Pang Fei never thought that one day this sword would be on his neck.

He didn't even dare to turn his head, only dared to ask: "Yan Zheng."

"Yeah." Yan Zheng replied with the shortest words.

At this moment, Zhao Ji stood up suddenly and rushed over to carefully identify the face that could not be seen clearly because of the dirt. After a while, she said with tears in her eyes, "You...what are you here for?"

Yan Zheng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He now felt that his internal organs were hurting, but he still showed a look of indifference, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Since General Pang misses me so much, I can't let him down."

Pang Fei looked down and saw the blood on the ground, which was just spit out by Yan Zheng.

He felt very incredible.

To the point where he vomits blood shows that Yan Zheng's injuries are already serious, you didn't try to find a way to escape quickly, and you actually came here on your own initiative?

Pang Fei smiled and said: "Young Master Zheng cast himself into the trap, and this general will naturally welcome him."

"Oh?" Yan Zheng moved the sword in his hand.

He didn't use too much strength, Pang Fei only felt a flash of cold air on his neck, and after a while he saw a trace of blood flowing down the blade.

When the drop of blood dripped from the tip of the sword, he felt a slight pain in his neck.

Sure enough, it is a supreme weapon.

The thoughts in Pang Fei's mind flashed away, and then his attention returned to Yan Zheng.

He knew Yan Zheng's thoughts very well, so he asked, "You think you can get out if you hold me hostage?"

Yan Zheng said, "How will you know if you don't try?"

As he spoke, he drew a dagger.

Compared with the green gold sword, the dagger looks sharper, and it is more in line with people's imagination of cold iron blades.

Yan Zheng walked in front of Pang Fei with a little slow movement, and the dagger in his hand poked lightly at the armor at Pang Fei's heart. The armor was like a dried leaf, centered on the point where the dagger poked. , many cracks radiate outward.

Pang Fei's pupils shrank instantly, this weapon has surpassed his understanding of the word sharp.

As one of Zhao's famous generals, the armor on his body was originally relatively advanced in this era.

But now...it suddenly became very fragile, as if it couldn't protect Pang Fei.

Just now, many ways to break free from the threat of the green gold sword flashed through Pang Fei's mind.

After all, Yan Zheng looked really badly injured, as if he would fall down at any time.

However, there was still a dagger, and Pang Fei suddenly felt that the skin on his chest felt the coolness of the dagger.

Of course, this is just his illusion.

He stabilized his mind and asked: "Even so, what can you do? How far can you go? If I were you, you might as well stay here. After all, you should have seen it. I don't want to kill you. You live better You're worth far more dead."

Yan Zheng didn't answer him, but turned his eyes to Zhao Ji and said, "Aniang, I'll give you the dagger."

Zhao Ji froze for a moment, then said in a panic, "But...but I won't..."

"No, you can just put a dagger against his back and see if General Pang of the Zhao Kingdom regards death as home, and would rather die by himself than let us die here?"

Pang Fei was a little depressed: "Didn't you listen to me? I didn't want your life..."

Yan Zheng interrupted him and said, "Being captured is more unacceptable to me than death, so you don't have to waste your efforts."

He said this in a hurry, so he coughed several times after he finished speaking, and blood foam came out when he coughed.

Pang Fei looked at him incredulously, completely unable to understand why Yan Zheng dared to threaten him when he was already injured like this.

No, the most important thing is that, with such an injury, he actually has the strength to stand here, and even threaten him!

Zhao Ji looked at Yan Zheng vomiting blood and was very anxious. For a moment, she also wanted to persuade Yan Zheng to stay and not to insist.

As Pang Fei said, his life is more useful than his death. Even for his own plan, Pang Fei will try his best to save him.

However, Yan Zheng seemed to know what she was going to say, his eyes turned to her, he didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly.

Zhao Ji flinched at the sight of his bloodshot eyes. Those light-colored eyes that usually looked very indifferent and emotionless now seemed to be stained with blood, and looked a little cruel. .

Zhao Ji stretched out her hand tremblingly to take the dagger, she didn't know whether she was afraid of what happened next, or Yan Zheng.

She was not afraid when facing Pang Fei just now.

Yan Zheng said softly: "Yes, that's it. Press against his back, but don't use too much force. This dagger is very sharp. If you use too much force, you may stab it in."

When Yan Zheng said this, he rolled his eyes at Pang Fei and smiled.

As a result, Pang Fei could only feel a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head with his blood-stained face.

Zhao Ji took a deep breath and said to herself: He is your son, don't be afraid.

However, her hands were still trembling, and she couldn't help but think of the scene when she was taken home by her father but had to abandon Yan Zheng.

Her father said that Yan Zheng was from Qin, and he couldn't keep it.

She didn't argue too much, now that the child came to save her, she should be happy, but... she felt scared again.

Yan Zheng said: "Okay, since this is the case, let's go out and see if we all get out alive or die here together."

Pang Fei felt as if he saw an emotion called madness in Yan Zheng's eyes.

He really didn't understand why Yan Zheng would make such a dangerous choice, he might really die, even if Pang Fei's subordinates were a piece of iron, it still couldn't hold him seriously injured.

In this day and age, such a serious injury may leave serious sequelae even if it is treated in time, not to mention that Yan Zheng escaped with the injury for a long time, and it is foreseeable that he may not receive treatment in the next few days.

He might die on the way.

Pang Fei still wanted to say something, but the green gold sword around his neck was passed forward again, and the wound that had been blood clotted just now was cut open again. Pang Fei didn't dare to say any more, so he just shut up.

When Yan Zheng and Zhao Ji took Pang Fei out, no one noticed something was wrong at first, and Pang Fei didn't dare to say more.

Probably because this was a prison camp, there were very few of them, and no one saw the green sword on his neck for a long time, so Pang Fei was almost pissed off.

Just when he was about to explode, Yan Zheng said again: "Let him go."

There are many of his people here, and some captives from Mengxian.

After all, after Yan Zheng disappeared, Meng Xian also sent people to rescue him, but it was a pity that he had to take care of the overall situation first.

Pang Fei gritted his teeth and said, "You can't go out with these people."

Yan Zheng smiled: "How will you know if you don't try?"

For a moment, Pang Fei felt that Yan Zheng might really be able to go out, because he looked so calm and confident.

But he didn't understand where Yan Zheng's calm self-confidence came from, did he pretend it?

How much psychological quality does it take to pretend to be like this?

In fact, Yan Zheng didn't pretend, he was in pain all over his body now, bone pain, internal organs pain, the pain made him want to fall down at any time, the pain made him want to close his eyes and stop feeling all this.

But no, he has to go back, and Han Yi cannot be allowed to take risks.

So in fact, there is only one belief supporting him now, to go back.

It was his plan to come here and hold Pang Fei hostage, only in this way would he have great hope of going back. As for saving Zhao Ji... Maybe it was a matter of convenience, or maybe it was because he didn't want to be threatened again in the future.

In comparison, his desire to save those captives was more sincere than saving Zhao Ji.

Persuaded by Yan Zheng's gaze, Pang Fei gritted his teeth and gestured for someone to come over.

After the little soldier came over, he realized that the general had been captured, and he was dumbfounded there.

Because he couldn't think of this logic anymore: their general was captured in his own barracks? ? ? ?

Pang Fei said something, and when he found that the little soldier didn't respond, he shouted angrily.

The little soldier came back to his senses and ran to find a more senior officer.

After a while, they were surrounded, but they didn't dare to take weapons.

Because Yan Zheng threatened them with his green gold sword that everyone knew was extremely sharp. He was not allowed to take weapons. If he took it, he chopped off Pang Fei's ear. If the ear is gone, it will be the nose, and if the nose is gone, it will be the fingers. Yes, you can chop them one by one.

Everyone was frightened by his ferocity. After hesitating, the officer obeyed Pang Fei's order and released the prisoners.

The captives dragged their wounded bodies or wounded comrades and gathered behind Yan Zheng little by little.

They looked at Yan Zheng with fanatical trust and respect.

Gratitude is no longer enough to describe their feelings. The young man covered in blood and with his black armor torn apart stood in front of him like a sharp spear that could not fall down.

The sharp gun turned around and looked around, then nodded and said very calmly: "Follow me."

Those three words are obviously very ordinary, but they seem to have a huge magical power at this moment.

Probably because Yan Zheng's expression was too calm, so when he held Pang Feifei to walk forward, the surrounding Zhao Jun didn't even use his orders or threats, and automatically stepped aside.

Even the enemy, facing Yan Zheng at this moment, had to feel a kind of surrender.

Even though he was wearing black armor, this young man was a bit thin, but at this moment he carried an irresistible pressure and aura.

Wherever Yan Zheng walked, more or less bloody traces would be left behind.

The dark red blood was telling people how badly he was injured, but even so, no one dared to rush forward.

Zhao Jun looked at each other uneasily, and in the end he could only comfort himself that Yan Zheng had a hostage in his hands, and General Pang was very important.

The entire barracks fell into silence, only the footsteps of Yan Zheng leading Qin Bing echoed on it.

After the group walked out of the barracks, it was Zhao Ji who broke the silence first.

Zhao Ji's mood calmed down a little, but there was still a little fear in her eyes, she asked: "We... where are we going now?"

Yan Zheng was also confused for a moment, no matter which way he went, it was predictably difficult.

Because their location is at least three to four days away from the Qin State garrison, and in Yan Zheng's case, it may take longer.

In this process, Zhao Jun will definitely try his best to find a way to save Pang Fei.

He needs to keep an eye on Pang Fei while ensuring that he is still alive.

And if Zhao Jun is not stupid, he must have begun to deploy troops on the line closest to Qin's garrison.

This road...is too difficult, but Yan Zheng doesn't know how long he can persist if he takes a detour.

He turned his head to look at everyone and said: "Next, we may need to take risks. If you don't want to, you can leave and go into the mountains. Maybe there is hope of escaping back."

These people are no more than a few hundred at most, and they are all injured. It is not very useful to stay, so he does not force them to stay.

After Qin Jun behind him was silent for a while, someone suddenly shouted: "I will follow Gongzi Zheng to the death!"

Then people in twos and threes started shouting, and finally everyone shouted.

This sentence is not gorgeous, but it is very powerful.

Yan Zheng sighed and said: "Well, since this is the case, I have to take you back no matter what, let's go."

Then he chose the hardest path.

Because that road is the closest.

Pang Fei did not speak, he had been observing Yan Zheng, until now he said: "You can't go this way."

Yan Zheng coughed, but this time he didn't vomit blood, and he didn't know if there was no more blood to vomit.

However, just as he finished coughing and was about to speak, there was a sudden loud explosion, accompanied by the earth shaking.

After Yan Zheng shook his head and stood still, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, where a puff of dust and smoke rose up and skyrocketed.

Yan Zheng smiled, different from the previous sneer and slightly crazy smile, this time the smile was relaxed and helpless, he turned his head to look at Pang Fei and said: "That's not necessarily true, someone is here to pick me up."