Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

In the late autumn of the 81st year of the lunar calendar, in the northern border, the Shuangbi Canyon outside Zhige City.

Jiang Yu crouched on the edge of the cliff, with about 24 people on standby to his left, and another 25 people on the opposite cliff, facing him.

"Captain Han, will the barbarians really pass by here?" Everyone in their scouting team knew that Jiang Yu couldn't hear in his right ear, so every time they fought, they would consciously walk to his left and talk close to him.

Li San was very helpless, "We have been guarding here for a day and a night, and we haven't seen anyone passing by. I'm afraid we won't be able to wait."

Jiang Yu put his fingers to his lips to silence Li San, his black eyes looked through the withered grass to the narrow road between the mountain walls, narrowed his eyes, and whispered, "Here we come."

In the previous life, Jiang Yu was attacked by the barbarian army at this time.

At that time, their reconnaissance team was below, and the barbarian army was ambushing at the position where they were lying now, killing them by surprise.

He dragged his seriously injured body and fled desperately into the mountain stream, without water or food. When he really thought he was about to die here, Han Shiqing rescued him.

That was the time when he completely gave his heart and life to Shi Qing.

But this time, he didn't want that person to come back for him again, with the memories of his previous life. In his eyes, these barbarian slaves had become a stepping stone to help him make military achievements.

The canyon in the north is very narrow, and the mountain walls are not high, but there are many rocks half the height of a person, standing on the mountain walls in strange shapes, which not only provide shelter for their scouting team, but also become a place for the barbarians to feel for a while. Desperate weapons of death.

Li San kept silent, and stared intently at the black spots that appeared in the distance while holding his breath.

I saw about 60 barbarian slaves in that group, wearing machetes on their waists, pointed felt hats on their heads, short robes with double-breasted sleeves, and cowhide boots on their feet. The face is fierce.

As far as their team is concerned, they will never be able to beat these barbarian slaves. If Jiang Yu hadn't learned martial arts with Liao Yunfan for several years in his previous life, he would not have been able to escape the massacre of the barbarian slaves even if he was attacked by surprise.

Jiang Yu asked Li San to signal the other half of the team on the opposite side to prepare. When the barbarian slave walked through the canyon, he raised his right hand and dropped it suddenly.

A team of 50 people got up, pried the half-person-high living rock, and made it roll down quickly and hit the barbarian slaves. At the same time, shouting to kill, they rushed down the canyon along the gentle slope.

"Hulle! Hole! (enemy attack)"

The barbarian man in the lead yelled loudly, causing his subordinates to disperse quickly, but they still couldn't escape the heavy and huge falling rock attack.

There were more than 60 people in the group, and more than half of them were killed or injured in the blink of an eye. Many people were hit on the head, chest, and couldn't even pull out the machete.

The falling rocks vibrated, and the loose clods fell, and the loess was lingering for a while.

When all the dust settled, Jiang Yu had already led the team to kill the barbarian soldiers.

He had a cold face and a cold heart, and when he went to the battlefield, he was in a desperate posture. The long sword in his hand found the most difficult barbarian leader, and when he collided with his scimitar, the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock.

After all, he is only 16 years old now, still a teenager. Although his body has grown in size and his strength has also increased in the past two years, he has no advantage at all against the sturdy adult barbarian soldiers.

After fighting hard for a few times, Jiang Yu backed away, realizing the approximate gap, and stopped advancing rashly. Instead, he chose to counterattack in a roundabout way, attacking the leader's flanks and bottom, leaving the barbarian leader who is good at arm strength nowhere to use it.

The teammates around him were all fighting. Jiang Yu raised his spirit to the best level and avoided the attack of the barbarian leader in a light way. After dozens of moves, he only hurt his arm, and finally completely angered the leader.

"People from the Central Plains!" The leader cursed in the crappy language of the dynasty, "You son of a bitch!"

Jiang Yu ignored his anger, and his expression did not change. Only at the moment when the long sword reflected the sunlight and narrowed the leader's eyes, he quickly pulled out the dagger at the side of his waist with his left hand, slammed it close to the leader's body, and stabbed it into the opponent's chest. right eye!

Then followed by a side kick, right at the crook of the man's leg, causing the screaming man to kneel down facing him.

Then he drew out the blood-stained dagger and stabbed it in the leader's right hand, and fixed his right hand in the crevice of the stone. Then he stepped on the leader's chest and said to him, "There are no cowards in the Central Plains!"

After finishing speaking, he snapped off the leader's tendons, grabbed the man's back collar, stood on a raised boulder, and shouted: "Your leader has been captured alive, anyone who resists will be executed on the spot! "

His shout attracted everyone's attention.

I saw a slender young man with a face like a crown jade, wearing soft armor, his neck, arms and chest were stained red by the splattered blood, but he was dragging a barbarian leader who was several times stronger than him, and the leader had already lost his hands and feet. Limp, screaming again and again.

The strong contrast stimulated the hearts of everyone present. For a while, the morale of the soldiers of the dynasty was high, but the barbarian squad was quickly defeated. Several escaped, dozens were beheaded, and two were captured alive.

For a reconnaissance team, this sneak attack has yielded a rich harvest that they could not have imagined.

For a moment, everyone's respect for Jiang Yu increased, and even the remaining doubts about his age were dispelled.

Han Shiqing put away the letter paper, packed the envelope into a wooden box and locked it as usual.

Jiang Yu knew what he was worried about, and on the night of victory, he hurriedly brought the news to the General's Mansion and handed it over to Han Shiqing.

It would be great if the disaster in the past has turned into the military achievement of today, if it can go on so smoothly all the way.

In the past year, Lin Shicheng's official career has been bright.

Within a few months of being an editor at the Imperial Academy, he was promoted by Liu Shangshu, entered the household department, and took the position of You Pushe, a third-rank official, and had the opportunity to go to court.

However, Emperor Yuan'an never liked the early court, and this year he was drowsy all day long, and his spirit was not good. Han Shiqing, who was not qualified to participate in the court affairs, saw him the most times in the harem.

On this day, it was almost night after Han Shiqing finished his lecture to the prince, and it happened to be raining outside, so Han Shiqing had to stay in the East Palace for the time being. The young prince asked him to stay, but Han Shiqing couldn't refuse, so he thanked the prince and moved in. side hall.

When the rain stopped in the middle of the night, he suddenly heard a sound outside the palace.

He was usually a light sleeper, so he got up at this moment, opened the window and looked out.

I saw that Emperor Yuan'an, who was supposed to be sleeping peacefully on the dragon bed in the palace, ran to the East Palace insanely, followed by a group of trembling court ladies and eunuchs, who didn't dare to speak, just guarding Emperor Yuan'an, for fear that he would fall.

"I know you are here!" Emperor Yuan'an seemed to be drunk, his eyes were cloudy, and his plump cheeks also showed signs of sagging, he shouted, "Don't hide! Don't you want revenge on me! Come on! Come on!"

"Jiang He! You useless trash! With you alone, do you really think you can win against me?" Emperor Yuan'an pointed in one direction and laughed loudly, "Didn't I kill you all! Killed all of you!"

Han Shiqing knew that the name Jiang He was the fourth prince who was named the prince.

Later, when the palace changed, he was beheaded in the East Palace by Emperor Yuan'an himself.

Emperor Yuan'an looked crazy, pointing at a certain place and yelling, laughing, showing horror, shouting "Don't come here", suddenly lost his mind.

Han Shiqing watched in silence for a while, then closed the window.

He lay down on the bed again and closed his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep.

The struggle for power and position will inevitably involve bloodshed and sacrifice.

When Jiang Yu proclaimed himself emperor and killed so many people, will one day, like Emperor Yuan'an, be trapped in nightmares in his later years, startled in the middle of the night, or mad or frightened, unable to sleep peacefully?

This question, in his previous life, he seems to have never considered.

Now that he is alive again, it seems that God wants him to open his eyes and take a look at the person he once loved, to break through that layer of disguise, and to see the most authentic appearance, which is also a blessing.

The Ping'an Restaurant in Zhige City in the northern border is a lively scene at this moment. Today, the restaurant was taken over by Jiang Yu's team.

Jiang Yu bought his brothers a drink out of his own pocket.

"Captain Han, come on, I'll fill you up!" Li San picked up the wine jar, poured wine into Jiang Yu's empty bowl, and stopped when it was full.

He put down the wine jar, picked up his big big bowl, and said to Jiang Yu, "If it wasn't for Team Han's ingenious plan the day before yesterday, how would we have gotten so much credit! I, Li Sanjing, Team Han are serving a bowl!"

The name Jiang Yu uses here is Han Yu, the same as in his previous life.

And these brothers are all the brothers he made friends with in the army in his previous life. Because of the barbarian's sneak attack, none of Li San and the others survived.

It was also because of the shock of this incident that Jiang Yu became more indifferent to people and things in the future.

Now, seeing them all alive and well, Jiang Yu's eyes couldn't help but feel a little hot.

He drank a whole bowl of wine, and his brothers came to toast, and he drank them one by one.

In the end, in the entire Ping'an Restaurant, half of the men were paralyzed by drinking, and the rest were also delirious. Two or three hugged each other and called each other brothers.

Jiang Yu also drank too much.

He sat on the threshold of the restaurant, leaning his head against the door to blow the cold wind, trying to clear his mind.

There were only two years left before the barbarians attacked the northern border. Although he reversed this small incident, he couldn't guarantee that some of the brothers behind him would come out of Zhige City alive in that war-torn year.

There are also Han Jinfeng and Han Yiming.

Those were Shi Qing's eldest and second brothers, they were his family members.

The ending of these two people in the previous life was too miserable, and he wants to save it in this life.

But now he is just a small team leader. Although he has made great achievements the day before yesterday, he has only been promoted to brigade commander, and he can only lead one hundred soldiers.

What should we do if we can't turn the world around and save Han Jinfeng and Han Yiming after two years?

Will Shi Qing blame him?

Do you think he did everything on purpose?

On days when he was supposed to be happy, Jiang Yu's heart was filled with sorrow and distress, and he was a little irritable for a while.

He took out the wrinkled rice paper from his arms, unfolded it, carefully looked at the rough little bastard for a while, and stroked Han Shiqing's flamboyant handwriting with his fingers, his restless mood gradually calmed down.

Still don't overthink it.

Although the road ahead is full of thorns, there are also fragrant flowers. As long as he dares to walk, there must be a way out.

And he believed that at the end of the road, there must be Youqing standing there waiting for him.