Chapter 291 Laughter

The two armies faced each other, and the atmosphere was like a taut string.

"Zhao Ji! Zhao Ji! Zhao Ji!" The soldiers behind Han Fei finally mustered up some courage at this moment to cheer for the woman.

"A woman? Han Fei is really crazy!" The soldiers in Ji Wuye's formation were full of ridicule, and they burst into laughter.

"This woman is quite pretty, but it's a pity. I'm afraid she can't even catch one of Wu Gong's moves, right?"

"Mr. Wu doesn't know what it means to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. Han Fei is sending her to die!"

Ji Wuye stood up on his horse and looked at everything in the field with cold eyes.

He looked at Han Fei and shouted mockingly: "Han Fei, do you have no one under your command? You let a woman go to fight! Is this what you call a loyal Korean general?"

Han Fei held the reins tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the exertion.

Zhao Ji's slender back made his heart sting.

He wanted to stop several times, but finally endured it.

"Sir, calm down." Bai Jing's voice came from the side.

"Since Zhao Ji dares to stand up, she must have the confidence. If she is allowed to retreat at this time, morale will inevitably collapse and the war situation will be irreversible."

Han Fei gritted his teeth: "But she is a woman! She...she is not a person on the battlefield!"

Bai Jing glanced at him lightly: "Master, she is already standing there, so it is not a matter of women or men, but a matter of life and death."

Han Fei's heart trembled and he finally said nothing.

"Woman." Wu Gong was a little surprised to see her dodge his first blow, carrying the huge iron rod.

"Zhao Ji?" Mr. Wu grinned, showing yellow teeth.

"The name is quite nice, but it's a pity that you will turn into a corpse soon."

His words caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding rebels.

"Mr. Wu! This is a beauty, please be merciful!"

"Yeah, don't hit the person to death with a stick, we still want to see this beauty crying and begging for mercy!"

Wu Gong laughed loudly, carrying the iron rod, and said loudly to Zhao Ji: "Did you hear that? They asked me to be merciful, but it's a pity, I like men, hahahahaha!"

Zhao Ji stamped her feet fiercely, and rushed towards Duke Wu like a gust of wind. Her broadsword drew a line of cold light in the air and struck directly at Duke Wu's chest!

"Oh? You're quite brave!" Wu Gong sneered, moved his feet, picked up the iron rod, and slammed it towards Zhao Ji!

"Bang!"

Zhao Ji managed to avoid the blow, but when the iron rod hit the ground, it stirred up a cloud of dust, and the huge force made the surrounding ground tremble slightly.

"This Duke Wu...is so powerful!" The soldiers behind Han Fei gasped.

"Miss Zhao Ji is no match for him at all!"

"It's over, she will be smashed into a pulp!"

Zhao Ji ignored the comments around her and swung the sword in her hand again, directly taking out Duke Wu's left arm!

But Wu Gong laughed and raised the iron rod to block the blow.

The blade collided with the iron rod, sparks flying.

"Woman, your strength is too weak, you can't even break my skin!" Wu Gong laughed proudly and kicked Zhao Ji in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

Zhao Ji was shocked by Wu Gong's power. Before she could recover, she was kicked backwards and fell heavily to the ground, with a mouthful of blood spurting out of her mouth.

"Zhao Ji!" Han Fei suddenly stood up from his horse.

"Master!" Bai Jing called him.

"Calm down! She hasn't lost yet!"

"But she..." Han Fei looked at Zhao Ji's embarrassed figure and felt as painful as a knife in his heart.

Zhao Ji struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked at Mr. Wu coldly: "With this little ability, you dare to come out and make a noise?"

Mr. Wu raised his eyebrows: "You are quite tough! Okay, then I will play with you slowly and see how long you can hold on!"

The scene that followed almost became a one-sided massacre.

Wu Gong took advantage of his strength and continued to attack Zhao Ji with iron rods like a gust of wind.

The ground was pitted and dusty.

Zhao Ji kept dodging, but her speed made it difficult to completely avoid it.

The iron rod grazed her body several times, causing her to almost lose the long knife in her hand.

"Hahaha, let's see how long you can run!" Wu Gong hit him with his stick. Zhao Ji ducked sideways, but he punched her on the shoulder again.

"Crack!" The sound of broken bones was clearly audible.

Zhao Ji groaned and staggered back, blood gushing out of her mouth again.

"Zhao Ji!" Han Fei was furious.

"That's enough! Zhao Ji, stand down! This is not your battlefield!"

But Zhao Ji stood up straight stubbornly: "Han Fei, since I'm standing here, there's no reason to retreat!"

"Have some backbone! I want to see how long you can hold on!" Wu Gong swung the iron rod again and hit it hard.

Zhao Ji gritted her teeth and raised her knife to block the blow, but the huge force caused her legs to kneel directly on the ground.

"Hahaha! With this little strength, you dare to challenge me?" Wu Gong threw the iron rod away, put his hands on his hips, and laughed arrogantly.

"Woman, with all your bones, it's better to kneel down and beg me for mercy earlier! Maybe I can let you die more quickly!"

Zhao Ji was breathing heavily, covered in blood, and the big knife in her hand was full of gaps, but a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Why are you laughing?" Wu Gong raised his eyebrows.

"Laughing at you for being stupid." Zhao Ji spit out blood.

"The most taboo thing on the battlefield is to underestimate the enemy."

"What did you say?"

At this moment, Zhao Ji suddenly pounced on Wu Gong, and the big knife in her hand stabbed his chest at an incredible angle!

"Puchi!" The sound of the blade sinking into the flesh was clearly audible.

Wu Gong looked down at the big knife inserted in his chest, his eyes full of disbelief: "You...how could you..."

Zhao Ji looked at him coldly: "You are too self-righteous."

She pulled out the big knife suddenly, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Wu Gong's body shook a few times and finally fell to the ground.

Zhao Ji panted and walked in front of Wu Gong: "Aren't you very arrogant? Why don't you laugh now?"

Wu Gong opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but only a "gugu" sound came out of his throat.

Zhao Ji raised the big knife and chopped his neck mercilessly!

"Puchi!"

Blood splattered, Wu Gong's head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

At this moment, the whole audience was silent.

Whether it was Han Fei's side or Ji Wuye's side, everyone was shocked by this scene and was speechless.

"She...she won?"

"A woman actually killed Wu Gong?"

"Is this impossible?"

Han Fei looked at Zhao Ji, who was covered in blood, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Zhao Ji dragged her tired body and slowly walked back to Han Fei, with a weak smile on her lips: "Han Fei...I won."

Han Fei looked at her: "Zhao Ji, you are too crazy."

Zhao Ji smiled lightly, then her legs softened and fell into Han Fei's arms.

Before Zhao Ji's smile was fully bloomed, her body lost support and fell straight into Han Fei's arms.

Han Fei was quick and hugged her, feeling her body cold and her hands full of her blood.

"Zhao Ji!" Han Fei shouted in a low voice.

He had never seen Zhao Ji so weak. This woman was always stubborn on weekdays, but at this moment she was like a bird with broken wings, without any strength.

He was proud of her and felt deeply guilty for letting her get involved in the battlefield.

It was me... I made her go this far...

"Zhao Ji! Miss Zhao Ji!" The soldiers around him came to their senses from the shock and gathered around.

They all saw the duel just now.

Zhao Ji knew how powerful her opponent was, but she still fought desperately and killed Wu Gong with blood.

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"Quick, call the military doctor!" Han Fei hugged Zhao Ji.

Bai Jing walked down from the carriage slowly, glanced at the wounds all over Zhao Ji's body, and frowned slightly: "My lord, Miss Zhao Ji's injuries are very serious. We can't delay here. Send her to the medical tent immediately."

"Medical tent!" Han Fei nodded.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Ji Wuye's camp was as depressing as a volcano that could erupt at any time.

Wu Gong's body was carried back to the battle formation, and the head that had fallen off was placed next to the body. There was still a sneer on his face, as if he was mocking Ji Wuye himself.

A patch of blood dyed the ground red, and the soldiers next to the body did not dare to look directly at it, and lowered their heads.

"Waste!" Ji Wuye kicked Wu Gong's body and cursed coldly.

"You can't even deal with a woman, and you still dare to call yourself my fierce general! Now that you have lost your life, how can you face me!"

His words shook the whole place like thunder, and the soldiers were silent and dared not answer.

"A woman..." Ji Wuye gritted his teeth, his face was extremely ugly.

His hands tightly grasped the reins, his knuckles turned white, and his heart was burning with anger.

"A 100,000-man army was demoralized by a woman! If this gets out, how can I, Ji Wuye, save my face?"

He turned to look at the deputy general beside him and said coldly: "Pass the order down, no one is allowed to discuss this matter! If I hear anyone dare to mention the death of Wu Gong, behead him immediately!"

"Yes... yes, General!" A layer of cold sweat oozed from the deputy general's forehead.

Ji Wuye took a deep breath, looked in the direction of Han Fei's military camp, and sneered in a low voice: "Han Fei, do you think you can turn the world upside down by relying on a woman? Don't think I will retreat so easily!"

Zhao Ji was placed on the wooden couch in the medical tent, and the military doctor immediately came forward to check her injuries.

"The wound on the shoulder is very deep, two left ribs are broken, and the internal organs are also damaged..." The military doctor said while checking.

"It's a miracle that she can hold on until now."

Han Fei stood aside, staring at Zhao Ji's pale face, feeling guilty and distressed.

"Can she hold on?"

The military doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied: "If she can rest well, she should be able to save her life, but she must not suffer any heavy blows in the next three months, otherwise..."

The military doctor did not continue, but Han Fei already understood.

Bai Jing stood aside: "Sir, the morale of the army has greatly increased because of Miss Zhao Ji's victory, but her injuries do need to be treated as soon as possible."

Han Fei nodded: "Use all the medicinal materials and save her at all costs!"

"Yes!" The military doctor took the order and immediately started to treat Zhao Ji's wound.

Zhao Ji frowned in a coma, as if she felt the pain, but soon fell into silence again.

Han Fei looked at her pale face and swore in his heart.

Zhao Ji, I will definitely protect you and never let you suffer such injuries again.

Zhao Ji's victory won Han Fei a chance to breathe, but the death of Wu Gong was only a temporary deterrent, not enough to make Ji Wuye withdraw his troops.

"Ji Wuye is a ruthless man. He will never retreat easily just because of a duel."

"He still has a hundred thousand troops under his command. If we continue to attack, our chances of winning are slim." Han Fei stood in the military tent and looked at the map, thinking quickly in his mind.

He turned to look at Bai Jing: "Bai Jing, how is Ji Wuye's military morale?"

Bai Jing gently shook the bamboo slip in his hand: "The death of Duke Wu did shock his soldiers, but this shock was short-lived."

"If Ji Wuye can quickly recover his morale and launch another attack, we will still be unable to withstand it."

Han Fei nodded: "So, I have to delay."

Han Fei rode his horse to the front of the two armies and shouted loudly: "Ji Wuye!"

Ji Wuye rode out from the formation and looked at Han Fei coldly: "Han Fei, I didn't expect you to have the courage to stand up."

Han Fei raised a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Ji Wuye, your Duke Wu is dead. You have lost this battle! According to the rules, it is time to withdraw your troops."

Hearing this, Ji Wuye laughed loudly: "Han Fei, are you stupid because of reading? There are no rules on the battlefield! You want me to withdraw my troops after a competition? You are too naive!"

Han Fei felt particularly calm: "Ji Wuye, aren't you afraid that the morale of the army will collapse? If a woman kills one of your generals, what will your soldiers think of you? Will they think that you are nothing more than that?"

Ji Wuye's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Han Fei, stop irritating me with these words."

"I admit, your people won this battle. My army of 100,000 people is not something that your mere 10,000 soldiers and horses can stop!"

Han Fei gritted his teeth secretly: "Ji Wuye, if you must fight to the death, then do it."

"But don't forget, the longer this battle drags on, the worse it will be for you."

Ji Wuye rode his horse back to the formation.

Han Fei, the scholar, is indeed cunning.

He knew that I did not dare to attack rashly, so he wanted to use words to delay time... However, he was indeed right. The death of Duke Wu had shaken my military morale...

He scanned his camp and found many soldiers chatting in low voices, obviously still discussing the competition just now.

If I can't quickly restore my morale, I'm afraid I will really lose this battle.

Ji Wuye gritted his teeth.

Han Fei, do you want to delay? Don't even think about it!

"Even Duke Wu is dead, can we still win?"

"A woman can kill our fierce general, can this battle... still be fought?"

"Although Han Fei has few soldiers, he seems to have some skills!"

Such comments reached Ji Wuye's ears, making him furious.

If this sentiment is allowed to spread, a collapse in morale will be inevitable.

Unstable military morale is the biggest hidden danger.

Ji Wuye took a deep breath.

Action must be taken immediately to regain control of the situation.

Ji Wuye summoned the entire army to assemble in the center of the camp.

He sat on a tall warhorse, his armor shining in the firelight, and he straightened his back.

The soldiers looked at him, a little timidly at first, but after seeing him, they gradually became quiet.

"Wu Gong's death makes you scared?" Ji Wuye said, his voice shaking throughout the camp.

"I even heard someone say that one woman can defeat us! How can a mighty army of one hundred thousand be frightened by these ridiculous remarks!"