The salted fish script was played by me [Transmigration Book]

The night was like black ink, and people were like fallen leaves. The three of them couldn't hold back their tiredness, and fell asleep after squatting for a while.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he felt the light increase in a daze. He Yanzhi raised his heavy eyelids, and saw that his body was covered with morning light.Hearing cursing voices, it was Fu Rong and the others who came back, so He Yanzhi woke up Liu Ci and the others.

"Beasts! Let them go again!"

Fu An followed Fu Rong, carrying two corpses in his hands, and the soldiers behind them also carried a few corpses in their hands.

Seeing the three people blinking and looking over, Fu Rong asked them to put the corpses in front of them, and asked, "Is it one of yours?"

He Yanzhi looked at the ground, there were all familiar faces along the way.

"Yes."

After getting affirmation, Fu Rong waved for them to be buried, and then walked to the tent without saying anything.

He Yanzhi hurriedly followed, but Yang Kuan reached out and grabbed him.

Thinking of the unexpected reunion of the old man, He Yanzhi asked him: "Why did you come here?"

"Damn, the front line is tight, so I'm here for conscription." Yang Kuan put He Yanzhi on the shoulder as he spoke, and took a closer look at him to see if he had changed: "Look at you, you didn't even have much flesh before, so you've lost weight. So many? I left with Ah Yin at the beginning, and I wrote back later anyway, thanks to the fact that I still miss you for a long time!"

He Yanzhi wanted to avoid it at first, but then he just let him go, and no one would be jealous around here.

"By the way, why didn't you see A Yin?" Yang Kuan looked in Liu Ci's direction, pointed at him and asked, "Your other cousin?"

"That's Doctor Liu." He Yanzhi rolled his eyes at him: "Ayin...he's in the capital."

Yang Kuan suddenly became happy when he heard the words: "He is in the capital? So, he has been admitted to the first prize! Hahahaha, yes, yes, he is promising!"

He patted He Yanzhi's back with a smile, and turned to wonder: "The kid became an official, why did he send you here? Could it be that he dared to abandon his brother after eating a bear's heart?!"

"...From which script." He Yanzhi was overwhelmed by his imagination.

"I saw Eleven Young Master's new work in Xizhou before, but now it seems that it should be out of date." Yang Kuan blinked, took out the wrinkled words from the innermost part of the armor and confessed.

He Yanzhi let out a low laugh helplessly, and told him the truth of the matter in the simplest terms.

Listening to He Yanzhi's narration, Yang Kuan couldn't help but open his eyes wider and wider. In the end, he shook the words in his hand, flapping the pages of the book and falling to the ground.

"Brother He...you didn't make this up to scare me, did you?"

Yang Kuan opened his mouth wide, and He Yanzhi kindly helped him take it back: "What are you doing to lie to you, otherwise why do you think I came here?"

He doesn't know the art of war, and he doesn't know how to arrange troops, so he can't come to the battlefield to die.

He Yanzhi knew that Yang Kuan would find it difficult to accept it for a while, and He Yanzhi didn't intend to let him understand much, but only let him know that the world was about to change, so he should make plans as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Yang Kuan's eyes were wet immediately, and he grabbed He Yanzhi's hand: "Brother He, you and A Yin have endured so much for the people of Dali, brother, I am a person who is greedy for life!"

He Yanzhi didn't know where he came from for the sudden emotion, but he made an oath while talking.

"Don't worry, I, Yang Kuan, will live up to the people in this life! Even if I die, I will take those animals to be buried with me!"

"Don't be sour over there, come and help me!"

The soldiers who were about to carry the body to bury interrupted Yang Kuan.

"Here we come! Brother He, I'll go first, call me if you need anything." Yang Kuan wiped his face and ran towards them.

He Yanzhi waved at him, and then walked into the camp with Liu Ci and the others.

In the tent that can only accommodate no one, a polished rock is placed in the middle, and a few small branches are inserted in the messy pile of sand on it.

Fu Rong huddled beside the rock, tirelessly erecting the branches that were constantly blown down.

He Yanzhi took a closer look and found that Fu Rong was squatting on the ground.

"You have seen it too. The barracks are no more like a mansion. There are no big beds or rouge powder. You have to pick the water yourself. If you are hungry, you only have hard noodles. If you can't bear it, go back to the city as soon as possible."

Fu Rong didn't look up at him when he spoke, but he fiddled with the crude sand table in front of him, but He Yanzhi didn't answer him, but asked: "Those chasing us are Jiangyue people?"

"Well, you guys are lucky. I can't find it when I want to find it." Fu Rong raised his head and glanced at him, and said with a sneer, "Why, do you want to be serious, my lord?"

Facing his gaze, He Yanzhi said calmly with his hands behind his back: "I wonder if I can ask the general for information."

Hearing this, Fu Rong laughed loudly, then called Fu An over, and said only four words:

"Send them away."

Pingyao was overwhelmed by his disdainful tone, and asked, "Our lord was sent by the imperial court, why do you drive us away?"

"Yo, she's still a girl." Fu Rong looked at them with even more disgust. He sent two skinny men and a girl. The court probably didn't come here to make fun of him.

"Fu An, take it away!"

"Yes!"

As Fu An spoke, he pushed people and drove them out.

Liu Ci pushed her out with a slender arm and legs. Pingyao was a girl, so she followed Liu Ci away without Fu An's help.And when Fu An's hand was about to grab He Yanzhi, the latter raised his hand to block him, holding him in midair.

Fu An became interested, looked him up and down, and laughed: "Master He wants to compete with me?"

The voices of the soldiers were already loud, and as soon as Fu An said this, the surrounding soldiers gathered around to watch the play.

"What kind of adult wants to compete with the lieutenant general?"

"Nonsense, how could a lieutenant fight with a weakling?"

"Look at the deputy general's appearance, he must have been bumped by these people before, and the anger is still there."

"I bet half a steamed bun, these two can't fight."

"Then I'll bet one, one punch from the lieutenant general is enough for him."

"Two, the lieutenant general doesn't need a single punch, he can lift them up by holding the back of his neck."

"Reasonable, justified!"

"Hahahaha!"

"..."

After burying the corpse, Yang Kuan walked back, and when he saw that there was excitement again, he went up to have a look, but he was so frightened that he wanted to go up to try to persuade the fight.

"Hey, brother He can't do it!"

Seeing his anxious look, the soldiers on the side patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, the lieutenant general has a sense of proportion and won't kill that adult." Yang Kuan hurriedly slapped his hand away: "What do you know!"

As the onlookers started booing one after another, He Yanzhi still looked calm and stood quietly waiting for Fu An to make a move.

The other party heard the soldiers' conversation, nodded with a sneer, and reached out to grab the back of He Yanzhi's neck.

He Yanzhi then turned on his toes and quickly dodged, blurring into a ray of light in front of Fu An's eyes.

"It's ok, boy, there are two." Fu An caught the air and clenched his fist amidst the groans of the soldiers.

"Master He!"

Pingyao couldn't see this kind of scene, Fu An's fist was so big that it almost reached He Yanzhi's face, if he punched him, it would be worth it!

However, during the confrontation, He Yanzhi did not forget to ask some gossip, he imitated Fu An's appearance and looked him up and down:

"Is Vice General Fu An right?"

Fu An snorted: "Exactly."

He Yanzhi smiled and said: "There is more than enough strength, but not enough flexibility. It is far worse than my family."

"joke!"

Fu An didn't want to do anything serious at first, but after hearing He Yanzhi's provocation, he had to give him some flair today!

As soon as he finished speaking, a boulder-like fist hit He Yanzhi with the sound of breaking the wind. He Yanzhi's face remained unchanged, and he raised his palm and struck at his elbow. Fu An immediately felt numb, and retracted his hand unconsciously.

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

"It's not magic, it's acupuncture points."

It was not He Yanzhi who answered Fu An, but Liu Ci.

"Martial arts practitioners and medical students have something in common, so Master He asked me, and I taught it truthfully." Liu Ci explained to Pingyao, who smiled admiringly with his bright deer eyes: " You nerd are amazing!"

"The young couple stay on the sidelines, don't disturb the old man's fight!"

Fu An shook his numb arm, looked at He Yanzhi: "It's just a trick, you have to watch carefully next time."

After finishing speaking, Fu An fought with He Yanzhi, fighting from outside the camp to the center of the practice field.The soldiers opened their mouths wider and wider as they watched, this thin and weak adult is still beating!

After going through so many moves, Fu An also knew that He Yanzhi was not an ordinary person. His moves were fierce and decisive, and his moves were swift and swift, like a sharp knife, making it unpredictable.

"Master He, how about a sword competition?"

"Come!"

As soon as Fu An stretched out his hand to the crowd, someone threw a sword at him.

And He Yanzhi leaned towards his waist, and before the cold light came, he drew out his soft sword and flung the opponent away.

Fu An became more and more interested in the man in front of him. Seeing the soft sword waving in his hand like a silver snake and stabbing at him, he hurriedly raised the sword to block it.

"Lieutenant An, you are distracted."

With a twist of his wrist, He Yanzhi wrapped the soft sword around the opponent like a snake, and then pulled back, the opponent's sword fell out of his hand.

Fu An stopped his movements, looked at the sword that fell on the ground, then looked at He Yanzhi who was standing upright, and cupped his hands at him with a long breath: "I admit defeat."

The soldiers onlookers were all stunned, including Fu Rong who came out to check the situation halfway. Only Yang breathed a sigh of relief and gave He Yanzhi a thumbs up: "Master He's temper has improved a lot!"

He Yanzhi picked up the sword on the ground casually, and Fu An raised his hand to catch it.

"My sword is good, but I can't win with martial arts." He Yanzhi said.

If you win the competition, you have to give the opponent some face. He Yanzhi wanted to do that, but Fu An asked, "Is this sword yours?"

"Vice General An's question is interesting, what is in my hands, could it be yours?"

He Yanzhi only felt that the people in the military camp had a straightforward personality, but he didn't know that the other party could hug him regardless of the occasion when he was excited.

"?!"

He Yanzhi retreated three feet quickly, holding his sword in front of him.

"You...you are the young man..." Fu An was about to blurt out, but from the corner of his eye he saw Fu Rong running towards this side in a hurry, so he shut his mouth in time.

"Go in and talk!"

Fu Rong gave Fu An a glance, and then said to the soldiers: "What are you looking at! Just do your own thing!"

So everyone dispersed in excitement, He Yanzhi asked Yang Kuan to watch Liu Ci and the others, and entered the camp with the two generals.

After the three of them entered, Fu An pulled the curtain, lit a candle and placed it in the middle, and the three of them looked at each other.

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