Splendid Twins

Si Yang suppressed his nervousness and spoke with all his strength:

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have fought back."

A hint of admiration flashed in General Shen's eyes. This boy is very smart. He took the initiative and knew how to show weakness.

"What about you?"

Zheng Hai said angrily:

"I'm not wrong. Who told him to ignore me?"

The deputy general next to him interjected:

"Why not?"

Si Yang stood still. Zheng Hai couldn't stand the pressure and spoke weakly:

"The barbarians are burning, killing and looting, but we can only watch helplessly and cannot kill the enemy to gain merit. My brothers, your words were a bit too intense, and Si Yang's ability to shoot an arrow through a hundred steps was wasted..."

When Zhou Yu heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Yaoyao's brother actually has such ability?

Shen Xing waved his hand and said, "Bring me my bow!"

Then he looked at Si Yang and Zheng Hai:

"If either of you can draw the bow, I will assign you a task."

When these words were spoken, the new recruits became jealous and wished they could draw the bow and shoot arrows instead of these two men.

Two soldiers came over carrying a black bow, raising a layer of dust when they landed on the ground. Zheng Hai's eyes gleamed and he was eager to try. He didn't believe that he would lose to that boy, as he had entered the military camp relying on his own strength.

What’s the use of having good aim if you can’t lift the bow!

The general ordered his men to place the targets and clear the area. On one side stood the veterans, and on the other stood the new recruits. There was a sense of competition between the two teams.

A deputy general stepped forward to demonstrate. He gripped the bow handle tightly with his fingers tensed and the muscles bulging on his arms, as if he wanted to concentrate all the power of the black iron bow on his fingertips. Then, he took a deep breath, leaned back, and pulled the bowstring with all his strength.

The bowstring made a buzzing sound, as if announcing the coming storm.

"bass!"

The sound of the arrow hitting the target was crisp and clear, and it was just a little short of the bull's eye. Even so, everyone applauded.

Zheng Hai was the next one to come. He first glanced at Si Yang with disdain, then deliberately cleared his throat and said softly:

"Just watch, little white face."

Si Yang was originally a thin and dark boy, but he became stronger because of being taken care of by Si Yao at home for a period of time. In the last few days, Si Yao added secret medicine to his food and water to change his meridians and strengthen his physique. Si Yang has become thinner due to hard training since joining the army, but he has become much whiter and stronger. He didn't tell anyone about these sudden changes.

Si Yang looked at Zheng Hai, who had become complacent, expressionlessly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Zheng Hai walked to the bow and wanted to lift it with one hand. However, the bow was forged with black iron and he could not lift it with one hand. His face turned embarrassed instantly. Then he used both hands to exert force, gritted his teeth and veins on his arms bulged. He only pulled the bow halfway and the arrow missed the target!

A group of high-spirited recruits suddenly fell silent. They felt extremely ashamed and waited to be scolded without even raising their heads.

Zheng Hai felt his face burning, as if he had been slapped hard in the face. He walked down awkwardly and stood aside. Everyone's eyes were on Si Yang.

Si Yang walked forward without changing his expression. He first looked at the black bow, then stretched his right hand and clenched it, stretching his muscles. Zheng Hai saw that he also wanted a hand, and sneered, saying that he was overestimating his own abilities!

The next moment, everyone's eyes widened as they saw Si Yang easily lifting the bow with one hand. He stood gracefully, as strong as a pine tree.

His fingers slid lightly across the bowstring like a musician stroking the strings of a guitar. Then, he pulled suddenly, and the bowstring became taut, as if to tear the air apart. Driven by the bowstring, the arrow shot across the sky like an arrow from a bow.

After hitting the bull's eye, the arrow tail was still trembling slightly, and no one spoke for a while.

Si Yang slowly turned his head and looked behind him. Shen Xing was the first to applaud, followed by a group of deputy generals. A moment later, the recruits burst into applause. Everyone had a proud smile on their face. Si Yang was fighting on behalf of them, the recruits, to represent their ability to kill the enemy.

"It's true. This general always keeps his word. You will follow his personal guard later and he will make arrangements for you."

"Yes."

Shen Xing looked at Si Yang, who was not easily affected by fame or disgrace and remained calm and composed. A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He was not wrong about him.

"What's your name?"

"Reply to the general, Si Yang."

Looking at the lively scene of Si Yang being watched by a crowd of people, Zheng Hai felt dissatisfied. Why?

He just didn't believe that the pretty boy was that strong!

Si Yang is not a gigolo, but his skin color is lighter than others. Zheng Hai is a dark man, and he calls anyone who is whiter than him a gigolo.

In front of Zhou Yu were five hundred close relatives, plus Si Yang and his own men, a total of six hundred and eight people. They planned to take a small path to bypass Fenglei Pass in the dark of night, find the Western Rong barbarians and take back the cattle and sheep.

After Zhou Yu gave the orders one by one, the others left first, leaving only Si Yang. The two of them, one standing and one sitting, understood each other's ideas.

"Have you told your family that you are safe?"

Zhou Yu spoke first. The bacon and wristbands Ling Feng brought were all made by the mother of the person in front of him, so he should give her some respect.

"Not yet."

Si Yang didn't know what to say, he just saw this man coming to the village entrance to look for Yaoyao before, but he couldn't see clearly because he was far away. Since the last time they met in the training ground, he secretly inquired about him.

It turned out that he was the eldest son of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion and was also a third-rank general in the army. How could he have the qualifications to deal with such a powerful person? The only person he had met was Yaoyao.

"Is there anything I can pass on to you when I return to Beijing this time?"

Zhou Yu planned to go to Sijia Village again when he returned. He wanted to take another look at his sister.

"Nothing."

Si Yang shook his head. When he left, it was Yaoyao who packed his bag. They couldn't go out without permission, and he hadn't seen any new things outside yet.

"Then go and clean up first. If you have any questions, just come to me!"

Zhou Yu issued an order to expel the guests, stood up and looked at the map hanging on the wall, with a trace of worry between his brows. For some reason, he had a bad premonition.

It was dark at night, and before midnight, Si Yao woke up with a start. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, frowned slightly, reached out for the chip on her wrist, and then opened the space system. She looked at several glowing amulets in deep thought.

She gave each of Si Qing, Si Yang, Si Yu and Zhou Yu an amulet, and there would be a glowing button in the corresponding space system. At the moment, the buttons of Zhou Yu and Si Yang were dim, not as bright and translucent as those of Si Qing and Si Yu. A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

This disaster was destined for them, and whether they could not overcome it could only be due to fate, but she could not do it, and had to watch them fall into a dead end.

Si Yao got up, her sleepiness completely gone. She insisted on doing something knowing it was impossible, and there would be retribution in the future. In life, there will always be weaknesses and things that she couldn't bear. The kinship line in her palm was like an ancient vine, entwining their fates and telling of the deep affection that blood is thicker than water.

The next day, Si Yao went to the village chief's house. Wang Dahu was leaving the next day, so she had to make some preparations in advance.