This woman is very tall. Among women, those who are as tall as Bai Ya, who is slightly hunched over, can be considered to be described as "a tall person and a big horse". She is neither fat nor thin, and her exposed arms are very strong, and she looks like she could wield a knife or a gun. She is good-looking, but not that kind of gentle and graceful, but that kind of heroic. She was wearing soft armor, and the rest of the dark red fabric looked like dried blood.
"This..." The two of them were speechless for a moment.
Bai Ya's eyes flickered to her, then he moved his gaze back to Yue Baizhi's gauze curtain.
"Isn't it a bit of a joke?"
"Why, do you really look down on women?" Yue Baizhi asked provocatively, but Bai Ya didn't answer, "Don't underestimate Miss Jun. If you don't know her, you should know her father."
A name came to both of their minds.
You drink too much.
General Jun is a strange man. He ran across the battlefield, fought a hundred battles without danger, walked through millions of enemy troops unharmed, and was invincible. His parents are people from the market. In his early years, the frontier was uncertain. When he was young, his father was captured and sent to fight, never to return. He was the only son in the family, and his mother took him and hid him in the mountains. Especially when the army was drafted, she never came down from the mountain, so the mother and son relied on food and wild fruits to survive those days. Although he was young at that time, he was well-behaved and rarely made trouble. Her mother dipped his lips in a mild sweet wine she brewed at home. He licked the wine and became obedient. He didn't know what happened.
Until the war burned this unknown village. His mother locked him in the cellar and moved a heavy water tank above the cellar. She didn't know where a weak woman got the strength. Until it was quiet outside, the remaining men and horses of the imperial court were searching among the ruins and heard calls for help coming from under the large water tank.
They broke the water tank and rescued the boy, but were unable to find his mother. A fire burned the place clean, and not a single recognizable face was left. So the young man became a soldier and named himself. An innate talent for war burst out of the child, mixed with a silent hatred. There were many people of his age in the army, and among those who had a good relationship with him, the oldest was no more than twenty. They rarely went to the battlefield, and when they did, they were short of manpower and had to do so as a last resort. They also train with the military on weekdays. After all, they were all children, many of them were captured. Not many people like him survived the disaster. They are very playful, often lazy, and then get punished together. He is the only one who goes to the training ground before dawn every day.
There are fewer and fewer familiar faces around him. He has survived war after war and stood out time and time again. During the long period of resisting foreign enemies, he slowly rose to the position of general. Every time he was promoted, he was covered in blood and bones. He should be the youngest and most promising one in the same period. The most interesting thing is that he never lets his subordinates drink alcohol - because drinking will cause trouble, but he often drinks it from jar after jar. Eighty percent of it was trained in childhood, and the person I was talking about was General Jun. If he took a few gulps of wine before taking up his gun and going into battle, he would be more heroic than ever.
In addition to his personal bravery and combat skills, he also has a superb commanding ability. This is not something God rewarded, but something he summed up step by step starting from a sentry soldier. Being able to strategize and win a thousand-mile victory is a compliment that Jun Luanjiu, who is over thirty, often hears. He gets along well with his subordinates on weekdays, regardless of superiority or inferiority, and understands almost everyone. He is very good at using people, knowing whose talents are suitable for what kind of battle and whose personality is suitable for what position. Summary and analysis of past battles between himself and others, utilization of terrain and natural conditions, on-the-spot reactions, coordination between near and far, military deployment, strategic choices, there is nothing he cannot figure out. In addition, this person has a clear distinction between public and private affairs, has an upright character, and has taken the time to read a variety of books. His superiors and subordinates all admire him and praise him.
He doesn’t have a wife, he never has, and he can’t have one. He knew that some men in the army would become weak and sentimental if they had wives and children. He personally killed several deserters. Before he died, he always cried for his wife, children and children at home, begging for forgiveness. He showed no mercy, but gave part of his allowance to their families. If you can hide it, say that the child's father, the wife's husband, and the old man's son were killed in the war. When you meet the senior officials accompanying you, write the truth in the letter. There are also people who will become more resolute and brave after having a family. They know that they need to use their swords, guns and bows to protect the land behind them. There are many such people. Sometimes they die tragically, sometimes they live happily, and then they devote themselves to the next battle, gradually reaching the same or higher position as him, or disappearing in a certain conquest.
But he has a daughter.
His daughter, much like him, was the only living thing found among the ruins burned by the war. That year, when he was thirty-two, he heard a girl crying next to a pair of charred corpses. The soldiers could not persuade him, so he came over and handed the heavy spear into her hand. She stopped, took it in her hand, and plunged it deeply into the ground. But after a while, he started crying uncontrollably again. A soldier went to get his gun and took a long time to pull it out.
At that time, the ground was oozing with blood.
Only this time it's not a matter of resisting foreigners. The border has been stabilized, but the interior is in chaos. The town where this girl lives is a victim of the war between the princes. General Jun knows that recent wars are completely different from those in earlier years. But there is no way. Regardless of whether it is a soldier or a general, all they can do is obey instructions and arrangements, pick up weapons, and kill all lives that are regarded as enemies in the eyes of others. Any thoughts other than this should not be possessed by chess pieces.
But there are some things he can decide, for example, he adopted the girl.
He didn't have much money, nor was he stable enough. A few pieces of shabby clothes left over from the team, and a few mouthfuls of dry food shared by everyone, brought the girl, who was less than ten years old, to a size. At that time, he was still responsible for garrisoning the border, and was only occasionally transferred back to fight. The border is much more stable, and the management is much looser. Raising one or two orphans is like a dog or cat, just a meal.
Under his guidance, his daughter learned to turn hatred into strength. That weird war talent manifested in her body like a ghost possessed her, which was eye-popping. She was thrown into the army. Compared with the soldiers, she was a little thin, but her body was very strong and she was extremely strong. When she was fifteen, she could arm-wrestle with a twenty-year-old boy, and the outcome would be 50-50. The important thing is that no one let her go.
The late emperor once gave Jun Luanjiu a Mo Dao, which weighed more than 20 kilograms. It was heavier than ordinary spears and was not suitable for fighting. It was just a decoration. Jun Luanjiu said that he would pass this sword to his daughter on her twentieth birthday. At that time, there was no reason for anyone to say that she was a picked-up wild child. She didn't care about the unpleasant truths, but she longed for the knife. She would often get into the tent and touch it when no one was around, and she was so fond of it that she couldn't speak.
An accident happened. When she was eighteen years old, General Jun was deeply involved in a bitter battle. There were only less than twenty people with him and they were unable to break through the encirclement. She learned about this from the messenger who had escaped from death, and rushed to the battlefield with a dozen people in hand, Mo Dao in hand. Before this, she had never actually participated in a real battle. Those who were willing to accompany her were all her father's loyal subordinates and friends, as well as her own partners. That battle really made them look at this heroine who was under twenty years old with admiration.
What impressed everyone the most was that she held the handle of the knife with both hands, tightly grasped the horse with her legs, and wrapped the reins tightly around her arms to prevent herself from falling off the horse. She turned sideways and waved Mo Dao vigorously. Her big red horse ran head-on with the enemy general's black horse, and the long army gave her an advantage. The Mo Dao slashed straight through the enemy horse's neck, and with the help of inertia, it slashed all the way across and split out from the horse's hind leg bone.
The knife came out still white - they and their horses were too fast.
The enemy rolled off his horse, and the horse's lower body was still running. It trampled over his chest, making him unable to move. The accompanying soldiers immediately took another stab.
Jun Luanjiu just watched his daughter slaughter her horse and fly into the air, bathed in blood.
The story about her quickly spread all over the country. The old diehards who originally held the attitude of "women can fight no wars" have also turned their attention to this, and various places have opened up permission for women to go to war. It's a pity that it was a few years late. In the early days, many women were willing to stand up to protect their families and the country. Now there is only internal fighting, and neither man nor woman wants to get involved, they just want to live a good life.
The only one who was not so happy was probably her father.
"This knife is given to you in advance, but you will never be allowed to go to the battlefield again."
"Why?!" She was dissatisfied with her father's decision, "I saved you! Can't I do it? Don't you see what I look like? How am I not like a soldier, and how am I inferior to you?!"
"Because I saw it!" he yelled back.
Maybe others will never understand what Jun Luanjiu is thinking, not even his daughter. But since then, the relationship between father and daughter has plummeted, and they almost no longer speak to each other.
However, the legend about this heroine continues. Everyone knows the story of Jun Luanjiu's daughter entering the siege with an imperial sword and cutting a war horse in two.
From then on, she got another name - Zhan Ma Aoyan.
Her name is Jun Aoyan.
"Like you, she is going to find her father." Yue Baizhi said, "You can go together, or you can be a companion."
"No way." Bai Ya blurted out.
"What's the point? Why, you don't think that men and women are not close to each other, right?" Bai Zhi laughed at him, "We are all Jianghu people, how can there be so many rules. Maybe you have heard some rumors that the relationship between father and daughter is somewhat tense. As a woman, I can understand. When a daughter grows up, it is always easy for her to become estranged from her rigid father, but she still loves her in her heart. Didn’t the Six Paths of Impermanence also entrust you to find the whereabouts of those missing persons? Aoyan took the order and she will help you."
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