Hey, you are reborn too?

Xie Yongwei narrowed her eyes slightly. In her previous life, she had some knowledge of the Beili language, so she could understand most of what the Beili man said at this moment.

"General Murong is in an emergency"?

As far as I can remember, Beili did have a general who was good at fighting, his name was Murong Yan.

In my previous life, before I cut off contact with my father and brothers, I also learned some information about the battle situation on the battlefield.

In addition to sending him a message saying that the army of the King of Beili was approaching and that the frontal army led by the king was extremely powerful, his father and brother also sent him a message saying that the King of Beili was approaching and that the frontal army led by the king was extremely powerful.

The general in charge of the left wing, Murong Yan, a veteran general of the Beili dynasties, was also mentioned.

If the King of Beili's fighting style was full of wisdom and unexpected victory, then the old general in charge of the flank was steady and cautious, seeking progress in stability.

In her previous life, Xie Yongwei's father and brothers described the King of Beili as "terrible".

As for Murong Yan, their evaluation is "difficult to deal with".

Although the troops he led were not as powerful as the terrifying killer Beili, this man was very good at tug-of-war battles and had rich combat experience due to his age.

Therefore, he is also a tough opponent.

Looking at it now, Xie Yongwei narrowed her eyes. In this life, "General Murong" appeared in this Wenyang City at this time?

Seeing the hesitation on the face of Reverend Long Yin, Xie Yongwei said sympathetically: "Brother Wu Meng, if there is an emergency, it is better to go first."

Seeing that Xie Yongwei was so considerate, Venerable Longyin no longer refused. He bowed slightly to Xie Yongwei and said, "Please wait here, Wei. I will be back soon!"

Xie Yongwei originally wanted to say no, as there was only one day left and she could walk by herself.

But seeing the earnestness in Venerable Longyin's eyes, she pursed her lips and finally did not say "no need".

"Then Brother Wu Meng, go ahead. A Wei will just wait here for a while."

Reverend Longyin glanced at her, a hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and his voice was a little low: "Awei, wait for me."

Seeing Xie Yongwei nod, Venerable Longyin curled up a smile, turned around and followed the Beili man into the alley.

At this moment, the sunset was just rising and there were crows circling in the sky.

The alley illuminated by the sunset took on a sad and ominous atmosphere.

The smell of blood was strong. Even though Xie Yongwei and the others were in a carriage far away, the evening breeze still brought a bit of the fishy smell.

Xie Yongwei noticed that her brother, who grew up in Beijing, frowned.

She should know that her brother had not been to the battlefield this time. Perhaps his father had taken him to see some scenes, but none of them were as bloody as what he saw now.

So when Xie Yongxuan's throat surged up and down, Xie Yongwei roughly knew what he was going to do.

When Xie Yongxuan's expression became distorted to a certain extent, Xie Yongwei couldn't help but speak out: "Should I bring you a basin, or should you go and solve it yourself?"

Xie Yongxuan already felt his stomach churning, and when he heard these words, the sour feeling came up all of a sudden. He couldn't hold it in and vomited directly.

Fortunately, Xie Yongwei was prepared and had already taken the basin from the car when asked.

So when Xie Yongxuan vomited all of a sudden, she just happened to hold the basin and catch it.

Xie Yongxuan felt that she had never been so embarrassed in her life. Food that she had eaten in the morning, at noon, and even yesterday, kept coming out of her mouth and even her nostrils.

He was conscious, but he couldn't stop himself from vomiting. He could only bend down as much as possible and vomit into the basin that Xie Yongwei had prepared long ago.

There was nothing embarrassing about Xie Yongwei. After all, she was used to vomit.

She was also concentrating on watching Xie Yongxuan's vomit, but it was not because of curiosity, but to judge whether Xie Yongxuan was seriously injured.

Seeing that there was only some food paste inside and the color looked normal with no unusual dark color, Xie Yongwei felt relieved.

It seems that my brother was simply vomited by the smell of blood, and nothing else happened.

Looking at Xie Yongxuan who lowered her head and was unwilling to face her, Xie Yongwei felt a sense of emotion for no reason.

In his previous life, he followed his father to the battlefield to fight against the Beili army. In fact, it should have been his first time to go to the battlefield.

In the letters he sent to himself, he never mentioned the bloodiness of the battlefield or his own feelings.

Now think about it, this young man who can vomit in such a miserable state upon smelling the strong smell of blood, if he goes to the battlefield, won’t he be fainted by the overwhelming smell of blood?

Looking at her brother who had almost vomited and was still gasping for breath, Xie Yongwei gently patted his shoulder.

Apart from anything else, she now feels a little sorry for Xie Yongxuan.

It is so ironic and cruel that a person who is so resistant to the smell of blood has to go to the battlefield and face the scene of blood and corpses everywhere.

And now she really couldn't imagine what Xie Yongxuan had gone through in her previous life to grow up step by step in the army and become a capable general under her father.

But now I think about it, this may also be Xie Yongxuan's fate.

After all, he came from a family of generals and was his father's only legitimate son. Logically, he should have inherited his father's share of the military power.

If he wants to take charge of the military, he has to lead the troops in person on the battlefield.

And if he were to lead the troops himself, he would have to face those bloody scenes one day. Things are unpredictable, and his father couldn't accompany him every time.

One day, this brother of mine, who is always fooling around and a little bit concerned about his reputation, will lead the army on the battlefield and be independent.

Thinking of this, Xie Yongwei felt a sour feeling in her heart. She silently reached out and patted her brother on the back twice.

Under the setting sun, in a bloody alley.

The middle-aged man from Beili who was in the lead - Murong Yan, was sitting against the wall at this time, with one leg bent and the other leg down, and on the leg that was lying flat, a hideous wound was clearly visible.

The wound was obviously caused by a sharp object, with clear marks and black edges.

Murong Yan was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed at this moment. He felt regretful in his heart. How could he be so careless to be hit by the assassin at close range?

If it was just an ordinary sword wound, it would be fine, it would only be some flesh pain, but unfortunately, the sword was poisoned.

Although he reacted in time after being stabbed and decisively killed the assassin, the wound on his leg was a fact and could not be changed.

When he saw the blackening at the edge of the wound, he knew that the poison was very strong. Sure enough, when he tried to move his leg, he found that he could hardly move it.

In desperation, he could only drag his injured leg to the wall, at least to find something to lean on.

Fortunately, the brothers quickly dealt with the enemy and ran to report to him.

Murong Yan originally planned to forcefully continue escorting the things back to Beili, but thinking about the young master who suddenly appeared in Wenyang City, he thought it would be better to send someone to pass a message to the young master.

If this leg could move, Murong Yan would never dare to neglect the young master.

But unfortunately, the poison was so fierce that it attacked the nerves in the leg and directly paralyzed the sensation in the leg.

"Sir," Murong Yan heard someone calling him. It was the young soldier who went to deliver the message, "The young master is here!"