The Most Powerful Young Man

Looking around, people's heads are shaking, and tens of thousands of people pass through the rice fields, and the original rice fields seem to have become wasteland.

There are more than a dozen families living on the edge of the rice fields, men, women and children standing in the doorway and watching.

A young boy raised his head, and the hat on his head was lifted back, and it appeared to fall off.

Still holding back tears in his eyes, he whispered, "Grandpa, what are we eating?"

The old man Hefa put both hands on the child's shoulders, shaking constantly.

At the forefront of the army, Dong Yi was sitting on a tall horse, arrogantly.

Even if he has already suffered a loss and won the trick, he still has a high morale.

In his opinion, he had just taken a wrong step before, and it was harmless. After all, 30,000 people were not a big loss to them, and the main time was enough, and they could still be taken back.

"General, are we really going to attack the city?" The lieutenant followed Dong Yi's side. He just owed a bit of position, and couldn't help asking at this time.

"That's natural, isn't it possible. I'm waiting for the soldiers to give Changping to others?" Dong Yi frowned slightly, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the lieutenant's raising such a question at this time.

He thinks this is just nonsense.

If Changping was lost, he would naturally have to take it back. Otherwise, how would he explain to the Daqin Dynasty?

What, explain to yourself?

So, no matter who the opponent is, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, for Dong Yi, he has no turning back.

In fact, the lieutenant always felt that there was something wrong with this, but now, seeing Dong Yi's state, he didn't know how to speak.

After enduring it for a long time, the lieutenant hesitated again and again and said, "General, I think there is something wrong with this."

"Isn't it?" Dong Yi glanced at him with a smile in his eyes, and asked, "Are you questioning my thoughts?"

"The final general dare not..." The lieutenant turned directly off the horse and knelt down under Dong Yi's tall horse, fearful. Although Dong Yi hasn’t done anything outrageous so far, whoever walked off the battlefield is not accustomed to life and death, and killing people is nothing more than a slap in the face. If Dong Yi is really upset, he is now ordered to kill. He promised that no one would dare to stand up and say something for him.

Dong Yi waved his hand and wrote lightly, "I am not a god. Although my military talents are pretty good, it is hard to guarantee that I will not make mistakes. I am not a sage! If you really feel that there is a problem in my decision-making, you must tell me in time. Come out, if I am really wrong, I will also correct it."

The lieutenant always felt that such words came out of Dong Yi's mouth, full of nonsense, but he did not dare to say it. After thinking about it, he whispered: "General, if we can't attack for a long time, what should we do? ?"

"Can't attack?" Dong Yi laughed and said, "Behind us, there are now 70,000 soldiers. Do you think that with so many troops, you can't take a long flat?"

Seeing that the lieutenant did not speak, Dong Yi sighed and continued: "Furthermore, the other party only went to 50,000 people before, but after some consumption, now there are only about 30,000 people at most. After all, they are attacking the city. Even if there is an advantage in numbers, it is impossible to achieve fewer deaths. I don’t say you know this truth. After all, you are also a veteran."

The lieutenant was speechless.

It’s not because he felt that Dong Yi’s words made sense at this time, but he suddenly realized that no matter what he said, it was impossible to change Dong Yi’s choice, and if he said too much, it would only be counterproductive. .

It is absolutely impossible for Dong Yi to admit that he is wrong and he is right.

After thinking about it again and again, he remained silent.

Just when they were about to reach Changping, a carriage suddenly appeared in front of them.

One person is driving the carriage, but it is not known how many people are sitting in the carriage.

The groom was wearing a black robe, paired with a pair of black boots, and his face with Chinese characters was expressionless.

The carriage slowly drove towards them.

Dong Yi stopped subconsciously, he stopped, and the 70,000 soldiers behind naturally stopped too.

At this time Dong Yi suddenly had a very bad feeling. Looking at the other party's appearance, even if he is in such a posture, it seems that the other party is not planning to make way for himself.

"Is this coming for me?" Dong Yi snorted coldly and said, "Don't hurry up to protect your car."

After he finished speaking, he didn't get any response.

He turned his face, looked at the lieutenant beside him, and said, "Don't you hear me speak?"

The lieutenant still didn't answer anything, but the expression on his face looked a bit complicated.

His eyes looked straight at the groom, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

When the carriage stopped, the horseman also got off his horse, and by the way, gently opened the curtain of the carriage.

A Gundam man with a silver crown got out of the carriage, he was wearing a splendid robe with white clouds as a totem, his eyes were sharp, he held a feather fan in his hand, and his mouth was slightly raised, like a smile but not a smile.

"Go back." The fan man stared at Dong Yi who was riding on the horse, and said.

Seeing the man in front of him, Dong Yi's face also changed.

When he hesitated, the Lupin Man suddenly took action, and a white feather flew out of the Lupin in his hand. It was four inches long and sparkled with a silver light that pierced directly through Dong Yi's throat.

Dong Yi is also a great master no matter what, but at the moment he didn't even have a chance to react. He directly covered his **** throat and fell down.

"The saint said, "If you can persuade me, but I told Dong Yi to retreat, but he didn't pay attention. I can only do it." The fan man sighed, turned his face, and said to the burly groom. Hong Yu, I did this, right?"

The man named Hong Yu chuckled softly and said, "Yes, it's just elder brother. Let me do the murder next time, and that's it."

The Lupin man nodded lightly, and moved closer to the army step by step.

He walked to the front, stretched out his foot, and kicked towards Dong Yi's corpse.

The corpse flew out several feet.

"Trash, dare to seize Wang Yao's power." The Lufan man snorted coldly, then glanced at the lieutenant, and said, "As the lieutenant of the Eastern Army, do you only know to go with such trash?"

The lieutenant's forehead was sweaty, and he knelt down and knocked his head several times.

"Master Wen spares his life, and the final general just obeys the military order."

The lupin man sighed and said, "I know, if you are also a trash, I won't keep you."

Then, his eyes moved to the army ahead.

"Go to Lake City."

The lieutenant raised his head and whispered: "Let's give up Changping?"

"Otherwise? Is someone making dumplings?" The Lupin man said with a smile, "Are you really ignorant or as stupid as Dong Yi? Do you really think that Xiao Yao only has the 50,000 army under his hand? You know how to go. Changping, don’t those people who are still stationed in Jiang’s country know the past? When you attack the city, people will raid you from the rear, what shall you do?"

"..." The lieutenant sighed.

In fact, he had thought so in his mind before.

Such a problem can be thought of with a little thought.

He just didn't understand how a smart person like Dong Yi could not understand such a problem.

It may be because I don't understand it, or it may be because I don't want to understand it.

Bypassing Changping, heading to Lake City, tens of thousands of soldiers went first.

Even if they killed Dong Yi, all the generals and soldiers of the Eastern Nation Army seemed to have never seen them.

Wen Bin's identity is actually somewhat special, he was from the Qingyimen of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Tsing Yi Gate is not a sect of immortal cultivators, but an organization dedicated to assassinations in the Da Qin Dynasty. The entire Tsing Yi Gate has only 50 people, but each one is a good assassin. Moreover, everyone in Tsing Yi Gate has A gold medal for avoiding death also has a sword of Fang Fang, from the relatives of the emperor to the barbaric women and the people. They don’t need to bear any responsibility, let alone pay for their lives, even if it’s Dong Yi and Dong Nanjun. The commander also said to kill or kill.

Wen Bin is the current master of Tsing Yi Gate. He is only forty years old, but he is already a four-tier master. The most important thing is that the method of killing is very strange. He has assassinated dozens of people, including some five-tier masters, Wen Bin. But I have never missed it.

The man behind Wen Bin, the groom, is actually Wen Bin’s own younger brother, Hong Yu. Although his last name is different, he is connected by blood, but Hong Yu’s existence is like Wen Bin’s shadow, regardless of Wen Bin’s presence. Wherever he is, he is like a shadow, as long as he sees Hong Yu, he is equivalent to seeing Wen Bin.

When the army turned around, Wen Bin walked towards the farmers.

"Hong Yu."

Although Wen Bin hadn't made it clear yet, Hong Yu already knew his elder brother's intentions, laughed, and took out a pack of silver taels from his pocket.

Wen Bin handed over the silver to the farmers.

"In the army of the Great Qin Dynasty, it is inevitable that there are some fools, but it does not mean that the soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty are all fools." Wen Bin looked at each other and said with a smile.

Those people did not dare to reach out.

"Don't you guys?" Wen Bin asked.

The old man quickly knelt down with all the people behind him. The child was still standing, but was also pulled to kneel by his grandfather.

"My lord, the Caomin dare not..."

Wen Bin laughed: "Don't dare, just forget it."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and swiped the feather fan in his hand again. The rice field that was trampled on began to emit golden glow, a gust of spiritual wind shuttled through the rice field, and the rice that had been dead slowly returned to life. , Stood up again.

"Helping you back to the original state is much more difficult than giving you some silver dilemma." Wen Bin said with a wry smile.

This is also the truth, after all, restoring a piece of rice in front of this is a matter that consumes a lot of energy in the body.

While those people were dumbfounded, Wen Bin and Hong Yu had already turned and left.

"In this world, there are always many immortal cultivators who feel that they are superior. In fact, if they can stand up to help farmers receive rice, the treasury of the Great Qin Dynasty will be more substantial." Wen Bin smiled at Hong Yu behind him. Say.

(Today's fourth update is also here)