Rebirth of a Star General Chapter 108: The spy

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There are many things hidden in my heart, and I can't sleep peacefully at night. On the second day, He Yan woke up before the sky was up. After the morning training was over, she went to talk to Hong Shan.

Hong Shan said: "Yesterday, Shishi and I took turns guarding for half the night, and nothing was wrong."

He Yan looked at the stone, and the stone nodded to her.

"Nothing happened overnight?"

"No, I slept more deadly than us." Hong Shan looked at He Yan suspiciously: "You think too much, Hu Yuanzhong is just an ordinary hunter, and there is nothing wrong with my words. My family is poor. It's kind of pitiful to be like this."

"Brother Ahe, what's wrong with him, would you doubt him like this?" Wheat wondered.

What's wrong? In fact, in the final analysis, there is a red rash on the wrist at the mouth of the tiger, which is not a big doubt. It just happened to be at the time when Xiao Jue was out, that she always felt that something was wrong.

Walk too many times on the battlefield on the edge of life and death. Sometimes, the body is far more capable of making direct judgments than the brain. A veteran who she has spoken to often says: The intuition of ordinary people may be wrong, but for people like us, the intuition of danger is true in all likelihood.

She pondered for a moment, and said: "Let me take a look again."

Hong Shan shrugged and stopped questioning.

By the end of the evening, all the day training was over. He Yan first went to Shen Muxue's house to get the medicine, and then went to Hu Yuanzhong. Hu Yuanzhong stayed in the room alone, looking down at a piece of paper.

When He Yan pushed the door in, he immediately hid the paper in his arms.

"Brother Hu, what are you doing alone in the house?" He Yan asked with a smile as he didn't see his movements.

"I didn't do anything," Hu Yuanzhong sighed, "My legs are not good yet, so I can't get out of bed. I can only stay in the room, which is causing you trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble," He Yan said with a smile: "You are hurt so badly, of course you should take care of it."

She rolled up her trouser legs for Hu Yuanzhong and squatted down to apply the medicine. She didn't look closely yesterday, and since she came here with suspicion today, she looked very carefully.

The two legs of this hunter are full of scars. The largest one is probably cut by a stone, with bones visible and the most serious.

"I heard from Miss Shen that Big Brother Hu met a bear when he went up the mountain," He Yan asked casually, "Are there still bears at this time?"

The bears in Baiyue Mountain are hibernating all day long. It is not easy for Hu Yuanzhong to bump into one.

"Yes," Hu Yuanzhong scratched his head, "It was my bad luck. I didn't find the fox. I met the bear first."

"How can you say that you have bad luck?" He Yan shook his head, "When you encounter a bear, you can retreat, but not everyone can do it. I heard that bears have bad eyes, but they are very sensitive to smells. , Brother Hu was injured and covered in blood. The bear did not catch up. Brother Hu is already very powerful."

"Furthermore," He Yan didn't stop looking at Hu Yuanzhong's expression, and continued: "Brother Hu was buried in the snow, and it was a coincidence that Miss Shen was rescued. We are from Liangzhou Wei. Recruits only go up the mountain every three to five days. If Brother Hu goes in the mountains one day at night, or the place where he falls is wrong, I’m afraid he won’t be guarding in Liangzhou now."

Hu Yuanzhong was stunned and nodded, "Indeed, it's all thanks to Miss Shen."

He Yan smiled slightly, put the medicine on the wound, pulled down the trouser legs for him, and passed the medicine bowl over. When Hu Yuanzhong took the medicine bowl, He Yan's eyes fell on his wrist again, and he put the clothes on His sleeves have been stretched a bit longer, but a faint red patch can still be seen at the mouth of the tiger.

"How many years has Brother Hu been an Orion?"

Hu Yuanzhong drank the medicine and said: "It's been seven or eight years."

"Have you always been hunting on Baiyue Mountain?"

She asked very quickly, and Hu Yuanzhong hesitated for a while and said: "Yes."

"Have you ever been to Baiyue Mountain on snowy days like this in the past few years?"

"No, never."

"Why are you on again this year?"

"It's really because you can't have enough food." Hu Yuanzhong took the last sip of the soup and looked at He Yan strangely: "Brother He, what are you asking for?"

He Yan lowered his head and smiled: "It's just a little curious."

She reached out to pick up the empty bowl in Hu Yuanzhong's hand.

Hu Yuanzhong stretched out his hand.

When He Yan's hand stretched towards Hu Yuanzhong, he suddenly changed its direction and slashed at the door of Hu Yuanzhong. Hu Yuanzhong couldn't dodge, so he leaned back in a panic, and He Yan's hand hit his chest. Scream, spit out a mouthful of blood——

The boy didn't stop for half a minute, he went straight into the lap of Hu Yuanzhong and took out a piece of paper.

"Give it back to me--" Hu Yuanzhong shouted, but because He Yan's palm was just like a frustrated ball, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, half of his body was lying on the collapsed, and he stretched out his hand to He Yan in vain.

The movement was so loud that it disturbed the people next to him. The surrounding recruits heard the noise and ran in one after another. As soon as they came in, they saw Hu Yuanzhong holding his chest and vomiting blood. He Yan was standing on the side of the collapse, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"What's going on? What happened!"

Hu Yuanzhong said with difficulty: "He robbed me..."

"What did you grab him?" the recruit asked.

He Yan looked down at the yellow paper in his hand.

There is a poem written on the yellow paper, "Recalling the king's heart is like the water of the West River, day and night flow endlessly".

The handwriting is beautiful, and at first glance it is written by a woman.

"What is this?" He Yan asked him with a frown.

Hu Yuanzhong stared at him, furious and did not speak.

"What's the matter?" Shen Muxue's voice sounded from behind. She happened to be nearby. He heard the movement and followed it. What she saw was such a scene of rattling swords.

"He Yan?" She looked at He Yan suspiciously, then at Hu Yuanzhong who was holding her chest, walked to Hu Yuanzhong, and asked in surprise: "Why hurt more?" She saw Hu Yuanzhong's lips again. Blood stains, "Who did it?"

Hu Yuanzhong glared at He Yan.

Shen Muxue frowned: "He Yan, what did you do?"

"I patted him lightly." He Yan smiled and said, "I probably didn't master the intensity well."

"Naughty! He is still injured, how can he hold you in the palm of his hand?"

Hu Yuanzhong struggled to get up and stretched out a hand towards Heyan, his tone still full of anger: "Give it back to me!"

He Yan shrugged and returned the paper with love poems to him.

"What is this?" A recruit asked: "What did you **** him from?"

Shen Muxue also looked over, Hu Yuanzhong said sadly: "This is written by my dead wife......"

It was the relic of his deceased wife.

"He Yan, what do you do with other people's relics?" Some recruits couldn't see it. "No wonder they are so angry."

"I didn't know that it was a relic. I just had fun with Brother Hu," He Yan said ashamed: "Brother Hu won't be angry with me, right?"

Hu Yuanzhong looked at He Yan, seemingly irritable, and finally had to endure it, and said: "Nothing, don't do this kind of thing in the future." After that, he coughed violently and became extremely weak.

Shen Muxue looked ugly when she saw this scene, she only said to He Yan: "No matter, He Yan, there is nothing to do with you here, you should go out first, and then I will be responsible for Hu Yuanzhong's wounds. You will be responsible in the future. , You don’t have to come here every day."

It looks like He Yan is a troublesome plague god.

"Okay." He Yan was not angry, and replied with a smile, glanced at Hu Yuanzhong, and turned around and went out.

The smile on his face disappeared as soon as he stepped out of the door.

She did deliberately just now. People will respond instinctively when they are in a crisis. It was like when Ding Yi was testing whether she was really blind in Liangzhou city. If Hu Yuanzhong was not injured as badly as he was on the surface, he would naturally fight back.

But he just didn't, and he took He Yan's hand abruptly. If it's just like this, it's just that when He Yan started that palm, he deliberately kept an eye on it.

The palm she gave to Hu Yuanzhong looked aggressive on the surface, but in fact it didn't take much effort. Hu Yuanzhong was at most painful from being beaten, and he never bleeds. After all, He Yan didn't want to hurt people's lives. If she thought about everything, wouldn't Hu Yuanzhong suffer the crime in vain?

The problem lies here. He Yan is extremely confident in his grasp of strength. Such a deadly palm made Hu Yuanzhong vomit blood? If it's not that she herself has miscalculated her own strength, this person is lying.

He Yan thought that Hu Yuanzhong was lying.

As for the paper with love poems in his arms, it’s even stranger. A person who carries the remains of his deceased wife with him is naturally an affectionate person, a affectionate person, facing a beautiful-looking doctor girl, he should not give birth to Other thoughts.

He Yan looked at all this as if watching a crappy scene, but unfortunately, even though she was suspicious, she couldn't tell others about it. I'm afraid that she said to others that the palm was a vain shot, and others thought she was evading responsibility and deliberately spoke lightly.

This is really tricky.

She walked, and after a short while, Mai Mai and the others followed. They were relieved when they saw her, and whispered: "Brother Ahe, they said you beat Hu Yuan? But really?"

It's just a time for a stick of incense. How did all Liangzhou know about it?

"Really."

"Are you still suspicious of him?" Hong Shan frowned, "If you suspect that he has a problem, let us help you stare at him, why hit someone? Do you know, now all Liangzhou Guardians say you... …Speaking of you…" He stopped talking.

He Yan asked: "What do you say about me?"

"Speaking of Brother Ahe, you are bullying, arrogant and domineering." Mai said.

He Yan was silent.

Things have become even stranger.

"Brother Ahe, what should I do now?" Mai looked at him worriedly, "Would you like to explain to others?"

"No need." He Yan said with her eyes closed. Since this person dissipated the rumors so quickly, he was directed at her. The explanation is also futile. Compared to explaining these unnecessary rumors, she is more suspicious of Hu Yuanzhong's purpose and how to expose this person's feet.

"You continue to stare at him at night." He Yan said: "Let me take a look again."

Mai and Hong Shan looked at each other and stopped talking.

……

After a few days, it was calm.

Nothing happened in Weili, Liangzhou. The wheat field helped He Yan look at Hu Yuanzhong day by day, but he didn't find any flaws. However, the few people in Hongshan didn't sleep well at night, and they were absent-minded in the dark under their eyes during training on the second day, and they were trained several times by Liang Ping.

As for He Yan, every day I want to see in person what is going on with Hu Yuanzhong and if he can get more information. However, Shen Muxue defended her like a thief, and strictly prohibited He Yan from approaching Hu Yuanzhong, for fear that He Yan would accidentally injure one of Hu Yuanzhong again by "playing around". Therefore, after a few days, He Yan didn't even touch one of Hu Yuanzhong's edges, let alone catch his flaws.

This night, He Yan walked to the martial arts field alone. Because of his injuries, He Yan changed his night training to once every three days.

Xiao Jue has been around for half a month, and there is not even a sound. He Yan secretly asked Lisu in the process, and Cheng Lisu didn't know if there was any news from Zhangtai. Originally, when Xiao Jue was there, he didn't feel anything. After he left, he felt that Liangzhou Wei could not do without him. Otherwise, reveal the matter to Xiao Jue a little bit, and with this person's mind, the designation will be able to spot signs. Now she doesn't even have a person to discuss, so it's really difficult.

She walked to the bow and crossbow and was about to practice the bow and crossbow. She heard a noise on the other side of the horse track. When she looked up, she saw a black shadow riding towards the Baiyue Mountain.

How can anyone go up the mountain in the middle of the night? However, the past few days have been fine, and the snow on the mountains has melted a little, and it is easier to walk than in the past few days. He Yan wanted to call someone, but the martial arts field was too far away from the shop where the recruits lived.

Seeing the man running farther and farther, about to disappear into the darkness of the mountains and forests, He Yan pulled out a horse from the stable, turned over, jumped up, and caught up.

In Baiyue Mountain in winter, the soil is full of bitter cold, especially when the snow melts, horses are easily slippery when they step on them. The man in front didn't make any discounts either, just walked forward under the stars of the forest. He Yan couldn't see clearly, and followed him, unable to surpass the past for a while.

He also knows the topography of Baiyue Mountain very well, so he looks for a small path and tries to take He Yan into the ditch several times. However, over the years, Heyan has remembered the way more clearly than others. He walked once to fight for the flag, and then walked twice by cutting firewood. The dangerous place was already memorized by heart, and he was not fooled. After coming down several times, the person found He Yan didn't take the bait, so he turned his horse's head and left in a different direction.

He Yan chased very tightly.

She suspects that this person is Hu Yuanzhong, but why did Hu Yuanzhong go up the mountain late at night? You can't just stand up and go home in the middle of the night when there is no one else.

One thing, too little can be seen, it is difficult to roll out the panorama. You can neither push out the panorama nor waste time, just pull the source out and just ask for clarity.

She must catch this person today.

If you don’t take a small road, the road will be much wider. He Yan drove the horse to catch up, and the distance was getting closer and closer. When there were still a few feet, he flew up, half of his body leaped towards the opponent’s horse, that person Unable to avoid it, He Yan forced him to stop, and wanted to escape, He Yan rushed forward and handed him over.

When she came, she walked in a hurry, and there was only an iron-headed stick left on the weapon stand, and He Yan took it down easily, better than bare-handed. At this moment, the person turned over and jumped up, and He Yan could see clearly. This person's face was covered, and the whole body was wrapped tightly. Only a pair of eyes were exposed. The body was similar to Hu Yuanzhong, but the light was dim and it was difficult to rely on. A pair of eyes distinguishes the identity. He stood still, holding a big knife in his hand, the blade was like a crescent moon, flashing a bitter light in the night.

"Machete?" He Yan's heart jumped wildly.

The soldiers of the Qiang nationality like to use a scimitar because it is convenient for cutting meat. Not only can kill people, but also eat meat. He Yan had also learned how powerful this scimitar was. She had seen a comrade in arms swiped by this scimitar. Before the blood flowed out, the head fell to the ground. In the years when Xi Qiang invaded the Central Plains, the leader of Ridamuji's favorite thing to do was to use a machete to cut off the captives' heads, string them into a string, and tie them to the tail of his beloved horse. Wherever he went, it was frightening.

Seeing this scimitar at this moment, He Yan knew that this man was the technique of the Qiang nationality.

She frowned: "Are you really a Qiang?"

The man laughed strangely when he heard the words, his voice was hoarse and chaotic, "How do you know?"

"Stop talking nonsense," He Yan stood on the ground and stared at him coldly: "Tell me, what is the purpose of entering Liangzhouwei?"

"Hush -" The man put out a finger before his lips, and said: "Keep it down, to avoid being discovered." He does not see Wo Yan Yan, seems interesting, then he said: "You beat me , I will tell you."

"Crazy!" He Yan scolded, and when the voice fell to the ground, he went straight to the man.

Although the iron head rod is not as sharp as a scimitar, it is better than simple and hard, making it difficult to get close when swung. He Yan was injured before, but now the wounds are not all healed, and there are many constraints in his actions, but even if, for example, fighting against this person, they are not divided.

The masked man uses the scimitar very well, so skillful that it is eye-catching, and the start is also very cruel, and the tricks are directed at He Yan's heart. He Yan was forced to retreat steadily. Suddenly, her footsteps stopped. Because of the rush of stopping, the snow was upturned by her feet. She looked back and saw that there was an abyss behind her.

"Discovered?" The man laughed and said, "Why not be fooled?"

"Because your technique is really lame." He Yan said coldly. After that, the iron-headed stick slammed on the ground, and his body leaped forward with the stick and fell behind the masked man. She also kept moving her hands, slashing down towards the opponent's head fiercely——

But the stick fell through, and the man turned sideways to avoid it, and the iron-headed stick slashed on the opponent's shoulder. Even if it was so, it was enough. He Yan Chengri practiced stone locks, and his strength was no longer the weak when he first entered Liangzhou Wei. A Man with a physique like Huang Xiong still has to suffer, not to mention this person.

The masked man screamed in pain because of He Yan's blow. The machete in his hand almost couldn't hold steady. Even so, his right hand would have lost strength, and he could no longer wield his machete for the time being.

"How?" He Yan sneered.

The other party didn't say anything, turned and ran forward, just to escape. He Yan frowned, and followed her. She had amazing endurance, amazing physical strength, and ran fast enough. For a while, the masked person could not get rid of He. Yan.

As long as you catch up with this person and take off his face towel, you can know his identity. Human evidence and physical evidence gathered, dressed up like this in the middle of the night, if it was really Hu Yuanzhong and Shen Han tortured him, he should be able to ask what they were plotting.

While thinking, suddenly seeing the person in front stop, he shouted at He Yan: "Send you a gift!" The scimitar was thrown at He Yan's heart, and He Yan subconsciously caught it and held it. The handle of the knife, but seeing another person in the jungle "gurulu" out.

Under the night, the person who got out was still wearing the red attire of Liangzhou Guards recruits.

The mountain road is a long, slanting slope. The recruit rolled all the way down, and then down, it was an abyss. He Yan looked at the masked man with a smile, fled to the depths of the jungle, gritted his teeth, turned and chased the new recruits who had fallen down.

The recruits in strong outfits rolled faster and faster, without even a groan, He Yan sank in his heart, flew up, and crossed the center of the long slope, reporting the recruits full of arms, and the two went aside together Rolling away, after a while, he finally stopped in front of a tree.

The body in his arms was still warm, but he didn't say a word. He Yan looked down, and a young face appeared through the starlight.

She was taken aback for a moment.

There are tens of thousands of recruits in Liangzhouwei. She can't remember everyone's name. At most, she can remember them familiarly. She remembered the face of this person, the coward Wang Xiaohan met on the way down the mountain while fighting for the flag on Baiyue Mountain.

A few days ago, the young man who was still blushing to thank her, now there is no trace of blood on his face. His eyes are wide, as if he was full of horror before he died, his clothes are red, and nothing is visible, but Wetly pressed in front of him, He Yan looked down at his hand, his hands covered with blood. Trembling, she unbuttoned the boy's clothes, and there was a huge hole of blood on her chest. Some skin and flesh were hooked away, and it looked a little hollow.

He died under a scimitar.

Even if he has seen many lives and deaths, every time He Yan faces the death of the people around him again, He Yan can't take it calmly. She closed her eyes, her heart burst into anger, and she muttered in a low voice: " Beast!"

He was still so young, he hadn't even really been on the battlefield, and he died in the desolate night of Baiyue Mountain. If He Yan hadn't followed the masked man tonight, he would have died silently, only in the first On the second day, the brothers of the Weisuo found that such a person was missing.

Less... such a person?

Why did you drag this young man to the mountain and kill him? Was he killed because of something he ran into, or was there another reason?

No, no!

He Yan hugged the young man's hand tightly and was hit!

As soon as she thought of this, she heard the voice of people rustling in front of her, and someone was shouting: "Did you see anyone? Where is it?"

Suddenly, the bushes in front of him were swept away, and a recruit's face appeared, with a torch in his hand, and he happened to look at each other with He Yan.

Don't think about it, but also know how hideous the picture is at this moment.

She was holding a scimitar in her hand. The scimitar was still bloody, and her hands were bloody. In her hand, a Liangzhou recruit was lying on his back, unable to stare at him. A **** hole in her chest was shocking.

"Find, found!" The recruit yelled in panic, and crawled back, "Killed! He Yan killed!"

People who came quickly rushed to him. He Yan raised his head and saw dozens of people, including Shen Han and Liangping, all the coaches coming. They stared at He Yan, their eyes uncertain, Du Mao shouted: "He Yan, you actually murdered?"

The murder weapon was in her hands, and the corpse was at her feet. She went up the mountain in the middle of the night and looked suspicious. No matter how she looked, she looked like a murderous spy with unpredictable intentions.

This is the real gift from the masked person.