The Conqueror Isn’t Alone

In these "troubled" times, deserters are inevitable among the armies of various countries.

Either they cannot bear the hardship, they are dissatisfied with their treatment, or they miss their hometown, which will prompt them to leave the camp secretly.

The weaker the coach is, the more deserters will be. In this precarious and troubled world, the coach's life is at stake, and no one will bother to find them one by one.

Occasionally, someone wakes up only to find that their comrades on the bunk next to them are gone and have never returned.

Since the Chu army Julu showed its power and fame throughout the world, and then entered Hangu Pass in the west and stationed in Xianyang, the number of deserters has been decreasing day by day.

After all, because the Chu State was the most powerful among the vassal states, except for the eight thousand Jiangdong soldiers who were loyal to Xiang Yu, the rest of the soldiers charged into battle and risked their lives for Xiang Yu, not only for a temporary survival, but also for long-term fame and fortune. Come.

As Xiang Yu proclaimed himself overlord and commanded the admiration of the world, his reputation among the Chu army reached its peak.

In the eyes of the generals, the most difficult battle of Julu has been fought, and the Qiang Qin Empire has been wiped out. Anyone who can survive from the east and west conquests has more or less achievements.

They all waited with peace of mind for Xiang Yu to divide the feudal lords, reward them based on their merits, and resettle them one by one.

Even if there are inevitably people who feel that rewards are uneven and are dissatisfied, they would not leave now.

——Han Xin doesn’t care.

So whether to stay or go, he has been wandering around for more than half a year.

It wasn't until recent months that he really made up his mind.

So last night, he drank a few sips of long-lost wine with Lu Xiandi, whom he had known for less than a month but felt like an old friend at first sight. Unfortunately, he had no time to chat before he was summoned by King Xiang.

Regardless, Lu Bu is destined for a bright future, so he doesn't need to worry too much.

After parting with Lu Bu, Han Xin drank the rest of the wine, choked and coughed, and imitated what Lu Bu had done, and tried to climb off the eaves.

However, he was not as agile and agile as Lu Bu. Although he was not injured by the fall, he was left in a state of disgrace and a bit of embarrassment.

The empty wine jar he was holding in his arms was shattered to pieces on the ground due to his carelessness.

Han Xin stared blankly at the broken tiles on the ground, with a strange expression that seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.

It would be a pity if it broke into pieces, but it is just a tile altar that can be replaced by anyone, so it is not that rare at all.

And after it was broken, the remaining tiles not only became worthless, but also became a waste that was annoying and annoying...

Thinking about this, Han Xin unconsciously gave birth to something that hurt his kind.

He lost his father before he could remember, and his mother also passed away at an early age. Apart from a long sword and an illusive phrase "Korean king and grandson", nothing was left to him.

Walking around the city in shabby clothes but not doing anything but wearing a long sword on his waist was not only unacceptable to the rangers, but also reviled by ordinary people.

When he was in Huaiyin, he was lonely and homeless, and he was always hungry and full.

In order to get a meal from the pavilion chief's house, he visited every day, until one time he couldn't bear the hunger and could not wait for food. He returned home with an empty stomach for three whole days, and then he realized that the pavilion chief's wife had already tolerated him.

When he raised his sword and threw himself at Chu, he reported that he was the king of South Korea, but the guards did not believe him. If Zhongli Mei hadn't treated him with courtesy, and he was so hungry that day that he couldn't resist the temptation of that meal, he would probably have been unbearable and embarrassed, so he left.

After serving in the Chu army, he finally no longer suffered from hunger every day and was able to fill his stomach.

He later witnessed the defeat of Xiang Liang's arrogant soldiers in the mountains of swords and seas of fire, and also personally went to the incredible Julu battlefield.

He was promoted by Xiang Yu and allowed him to accompany the halberd-bearing doctor at his side. He was grateful for this support. He repeatedly offered suggestions and worked tirelessly to convey loyalty to the Chu army.

——But Xiang Yuce didn't listen and didn't use the painting.

What made him despair the most was the reason why Xiang Yu didn't listen. It wasn't that there was something wrong with what he said, but just because... his surname was not Xiang.

He has only lived a hundred years, and he has wasted more than twenty years, and he is still confused and does not know the way forward.

How many more twenty years does he have left to waste?

Han Xin was lost in thought as he walked back to the barracks. Under the indifferent gazes of the other two people in his room, he packed his mat indifferently.

He carefully hid the set of military books that he had read countless times and had rubbed them extremely smooth into his arms, as if they were not just a set of tactics that he was familiar with, but his ambition that had been frustrated many times and had not yet seen the light of day.

In addition, he only brought a small amount of salary, a few days of dry food, and a suit of clothes that had been washed, turned white, and mended many times.

He did not touch the good horses of the Chu army. He only relied on his feet and the stars in the sky to determine the direction, and headed north without hesitation.

His hometown of Huaiyin did not make him nostalgic - whether it was the kindness of Piao Mu or the crotch humiliation given by Zhen Er, his self-esteem was riddled with holes and full of pain.

Traveling westward into Shu was a land that would fall into the hands of Liu Bang, and he had no intention of going there.

Regardless of whether he was going east or south, he had to pass through the heavily guarded Hangu Pass. As a deserter, he could not fall into a trap.

Although he didn't know what was waiting for him in the north, it was the only place to go.

Han Xin let out a long sigh, but walked extremely firmly, silently walking northward.

He seemed to be walking tirelessly, never pausing for a moment except occasionally looking up at the stars and identifying the path ahead among the dark trees.

Except for the noisy chirping of insects and the occasional sound of a startled bird, there was nothing else around.

As Han Xin walked, what he thought about the most was the one with whom he had the closest relationship in the military.

Lu Xiandi.

If he hadn't left, he might have waited for Lu Xiandi to come back. In the middle of the night, he might have been awakened by the arms and legs of the other person who was sleeping sprawled out and was extremely domineering, so he had no choice but to put the thin quilt back on him?

Thinking of this, Han Xin couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

He had never seen a wonderful person like Lu Bu who lived so truly, so energetically, did whatever he wanted, yet was lovable, and even made him yearn for him.

His virtuous brother looked at him silently, but if he didn't move, he wouldn't stop. If he moved, he wouldn't stop dying. He had unparalleled courage. He killed Ziying first, then Xiong Xin, even if he directly faced Xiang Yu who was in an unhappy mood. He was also calm and unafraid; he had the plan of a state official, and first assassinated the King of Qin to cause chaos. Later, when he saw Pei Gong escaping privately, he immediately thought of killing the King of Chu for the crime of marriage. He also endured the temporary humiliation of Xiang Bo and deliberately left Zhang Liang as a bait. , to get rid of the traitor Xiang Bo.

How could he have the dignity to claim to be unappreciated in front of such a brave and resourceful man who was several years younger than him?

On the other hand, he had spent several years longer than the other party, and had been in the Chu camp for several years earlier. He was used to seeing rivers of bloodshed, seeing the shameless collaborator Xiang Bo, and seeing the upright-tempered Fan Zeng. He was also used to being arrogant and headstrong, but he was betrayed Xiang Yu, who has been repeatedly fooled without realizing it...

What I didn't know was that he could still throw a hearty and chaotic punch. As long as he picked the right moment, he could hit the arrogant King of Chu to death, and make Liu Bang, who had a sword in his mouth, flee in embarrassment. It also caused the evil deeds of Xiang Bo, who had always been successful, to be exposed, and there would be no day for him to rise again.

He is not as good as Lu Xiandi, whom he loves so much.

And with Lu Xiandi's shining sun, who can still see the dim light of the stars?

Several years of desolation may be enough to prove that his way out is not in Chuying, but he doesn't know where it is.

——After a long period of tempering and Lu Bu's support, Han Xin unknowingly fell into an unprecedented state of confusion, loss, and depression, and subconsciously escaped.

Although he kept walking towards the north, he had no definite purpose after all.

He walked from darkness to Tianming, and then walked for a whole day under the blazing sun.

When night fell again and the morning stars twinkled, Han Xin, holding an empty water bag, finally decided to take a rest and no longer force his sore legs.

He followed the source of the sound of water, and before going far, he saw a wide river lying in front of him.

While fetching water, he roughly washed himself, using the coolness of the river water to dispel the oppressive heat. While visually observing the width of the river and the speed of the water flow, he slowly began to figure out how to cross the river in a while.

At this moment, apart from the sound of the rushing river and the chirping of insects all around, Han Xin vaguely seemed to hear other sounds.

He took a few steps back, farther away from the river, and the source of Chana's sound got a little closer and became clearer.

He had been in the army for many years, and he could easily identify it as the unique sound of horse hooves stepping on thick leaves.

If you listen carefully, there should be only one person coming.

He frowned slightly and became suspicious: It's not that he couldn't believe it, but in this troubled world, except for him, who was a deserter, it was really impossible to meet other night travelers in the forest.

Should he avoid it, or stay upright?

Han Xin only hesitated for a moment before decisively choosing the latter.

The visitor had only one horse to ride on. Although he did not know whether he was an enemy or a friend, he no longer had the peerless bravery of Lu Bu or Xiang Yu, but he had been trained on the battlefield and had no reason to fear anything.

Once he made up his mind, Han Xin gave up the plan of hiding, tightened the sword on his waist, and listened attentively to the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer.

"Pah-"

One moment, Han Xin was hearing the sound of horse hooves ten steps away from him, and the next moment, the sound was already very close!

An extremely powerful black horse silhouette rushed out of the forest, rushed to the river bank and stopped dangerously. Following the knight, the horse reined in the horse. This extremely splendid horse raised its head proudly and neighed loudly!

Soon enough, the full moon, which had been obscured by dark clouds and seemed dim, finally came out of the cover, and the gentle silver light spread all over the sky, falling all over the knight on the horse.

Even when the silhouette of the knight first appeared, Han Xin felt very familiar with the poor moonlight.

However, that person should be in Chu camp, so how could he appear here?

Before he could think more or ask questions, the man came straight towards him, whether by chance or because he was really keen. Even though he didn't make any other noise, he turned his horse around without hesitation. , heading straight towards him.

When the moon turned bright and Lang Lang's light poured down, sparkling waves appeared on the river, Han Xin opened his eyes in disbelief and blurted out: "Good brother!"

The person being chased by the imperial horse this month is actually Lu Bu!

Looking at Han Xin who looked shocked, Lu Bu had a disgusting face, snorted lightly, and didn't even say hello seriously.

He pinched the horse's belly and urged Wu Zui, who still wanted to show off his power on the spot, to pace forward.

When he came to Han Xin, Lu Bu said nothing, but stretched out his hand to him.

Han Xin's gaze shifted stiffly from Lu Bu's face to that arm, but he was still frozen in place.

Seeing the cheap man who was still motionless and just looking at him in a daze, Lu Bu couldn't hold it in anymore after he stretched out his hand for a long time but didn't get a response.

He frowned and couldn't help but urge: "Brother Han, why don't you get on your horse?"

Han Xin opened his mouth and unconsciously put his hand on his. Lu Bu just said "Hey", and his thin waist and abdomen suddenly became stiff in conjunction with his arms.

With so much strength, in just the blink of an eye, Han Xin, the eight-foot tall man, was effortlessly pulled onto the back of Wu Zhui's horse.

Wu Zhui let out a dissatisfied "哓哓", but for Lu Bu's sake, he reluctantly endured the hardship of handling an extra heavy object.

"There is food and drink in the bag. Brother Han can take it by himself." Lu Bu muttered, quickly took off the baggage from his back, threw it into Han Xin's arms, and said happily: "Go back."

Lu Bu was in a great mood after having caught the man, and ran towards the road without any explanation.

It wasn't until he ran a mile that Han Xin, who had been in a trance, finally recovered his wandering soul and asked the person chasing him under the moon in disbelief: "Why did Fengxian show up here?"

Lu Bu didn't even look back, he just said lazily: "Isn't it because of my careless brother? Even when I go out to do something in the camp, I get lost here. The king is missing a general, so he can't help but ask about it. Chabu, the most idle man under his command, came looking for me on Wuzui."

He originally thought of riding a jade lion, but as soon as he arrived at the stable, Wu Hao's sharp eyes caught sight of him first, and he was so excited that he squeezed forward with all his strength, until the docile jade lion shivered in fear and hid aside.

And Lu Bu also thought that if he came riding King Xiang's beloved horse, it would at least make his words more credible, so as to avoid the situation where Han Xin was determined and refused to come back.

Alas, at first he thought that Han Xin was heading to his hometown in Huaiyin, so he first took the unjust route to Hangu Pass before having an idea and finding his way to the north, which wasted a long time.

Actually want to run? What a joke!

If Han Xin is gone, and he doesn't even have a think tank to discuss matters with, wouldn't he really have to be reduced to a supreme fuyi all day long, and have to use his own poor brain?

Since Xiang Yu doesn't hesitate to be talented, he won't be polite - no matter what, he has to win over Han Xin.

Han Xin didn't know how much he believed this lie, but he remained silent all the way and didn't ask any more questions.

The moonlight in the sky is as condensed as a wash, pouring down quietly, illuminating the world.

While Lu Bu was making his wishful thinking, he was distracted from riding his horse and never looked back.

——Unexpectedly, Han Xin behind him was smiling slightly, but tears were already shining in his eyes.