Zhao Litang is dead.
Wu Quan brought back a charred corpse from behind the enemy lines. The face could not be seen clearly, but the token that Pei Zheng had sent that day was on the corpse.
The token has always been with Zhao Litang. It is probably unconvincing to say that this is not Zhao Litang.
The news was suppressed for the time being. If it was spread at this critical moment, it would definitely cause unrest in the military's morale and would deal a fatal blow to the Celestial Empire's soldiers.
But many people saw the day the body was brought back, and they all secretly guessed something.
Shen Huan squatted in front of the charred corpse and looked at it for a long time, but she seemed not to smell the pungent and disgusting smell.
Wu Quan stood aside with red eyes, looking like he had just cried bitterly.
After a long time, Shen Huan clapped his hands and stood up, "Don't cry, this is not General Zhao."
Wu Quan wiped away tears and said, "Master Shen, please stop comforting me at this time. This token was found on the general. How could it not be the general?"
Shen Huan raised his eyes to look at him, "When you went out to fight, General Zhao's arm had not yet recovered. I told you that it would probably break again, right?"
Wu Quan nodded.
"That's it. The bones in this man's arm are intact, so he's not General Zhao. Although his physique is similar and his armor is exactly the same, there's no guarantee that someone has replaced him with someone else just to make us think that General Zhao is dead."
Wu Quan was shocked when he heard this. "Master Shen, are you telling the truth? This is really not the general?"
"It's absolutely true." Shen Huan's expression was solemn. "But don't let anyone know about this for now. Let me ask you, where did you find this body?"
Wu Quan recalled.
When Zhao Litang learned that Yue Nu had also followed the assault team into the enemy's rear that day, he became furious and said with a pale face that he would remove the relevant personnel from their military posts and deal with them all by military law.
Wu Quan didn't dare to stop them. After dealing with those people, he told Zhao Litang that the barbarians had been quiet for several days and had not attacked again since their food and grass were burned. This meant that their plan might have worked, and now was the time to regroup and take the initiative.
Zhao Litang thought for a long time, then propped himself up and got out of bed.
"Gather the soldiers and follow my orders."
The Celestial Empire's army did not advance in a large-scale manner. Instead, Zhao Litang personally led the team and took advantage of the cover of night to penetrate deep into the enemy's territory again.
Zhao Litang had a hunch that the barbarians' temporary truce was definitely not just because the granary was burned, and he also didn't believe that Yue Nu would die just like that.
Yue Nu is a barbarian, but Zhao Litang has always had doubts in his heart as to whether his identity is really that simple.
Originally they were hiding very well and were not discovered by the barbarian soldiers, but some sort of chaos occurred inside the barbarian camp and suddenly the lights became bright, their whereabouts were exposed and they were quickly surrounded by the enemy.
In the chaos of the fight, Zhao Litang got separated from the others, and Wu Quan looked everywhere for the general but couldn't find him.
Later, reinforcements from the Celestial Empire arrived, and the people of Wuquan finally discovered Zhao Litang's charred body.
"In other words, you didn't see General Zhao being burned to death?"
Wu Quan was stunned for a moment and nodded.
Shen Huan waved his hand and had the body carried down to a place for burial. Then he frowned and asked, "What on earth happened to the barbarians?"
After Zhao Litang woke up, he smelled a rich, dizzying incense that filled the entire tent. This smell was very unfamiliar and had never been found in the Celestial Empire.
He sat up and felt weak all over, as if his tendons and veins had been pulled out and he could no longer draw any breath.
The wound on my arm has been bandaged. I don’t know what kind of herbal medicine was used, but it’s warm now and doesn’t hurt anymore.
The surrounding environment was very unfamiliar, with complex and strange patterns everywhere. He was also wearing a strangely shaped loose robe embroidered with strange patterns, like some kind of ancient and mysterious totem.
Zhao Litang narrowed his eyes, and everything in front of him gradually became familiar. He had never seen such a pattern before.
Suddenly, he clenched his fists.
This is the barbarian camp!
The curtain at the door was lifted, and several servants came in. They were not surprised to see Zhao Litang woke up. They hurried to his side and began to apply and change the medicine for him. Then they helped him change into a more exquisite and luxurious robe.
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Zhao Litang's internal energy had been drained away, and because he was covered in wounds, he was very weak. He couldn't even defeat a man who didn't know martial arts, so he could only let this group of people mess with him.
But he was full of doubts. He really didn't know what the barbarians wanted to do. Not only did they not kill him, but they were also treating his injuries.
"Let's go."
Those people pulled Zhao Litang up and walked out of the tent.
There were also many barbarian soldiers outside the tent, each of them busy with their own things. Many of them secretly glanced at him, wanting to see what the great general from the Celestial Empire, their number one enemy, looked like.
But after looking at it for a while, this tall man in front of him with handsome features and gentle eyes and eyebrows doesn't look like a vicious villain who kills people without blinking an eye on the battlefield.
After walking a few steps, Zhao Litang's wound began to ache slightly, and the taste of blood kept surging in his throat. He frowned and swallowed it, trying to calm himself down as quickly as possible, carefully observing the distribution of the surrounding military camps and the terrain.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of me, at the door of a small tent not far away. The back flashed by, and then several brutal soldiers pulled the arms and stuffed it back into the tent.
Zhao Litang's heart skipped a beat and his eyes froze.
Seeing that he was not going to leave, the servants beside him urged him impatiently, "What are you looking at! Hurry up! If the leader gets impatient, you will suffer the consequences!"
Someone pushed Zhao Litang on the back. There was an injury on his back. When the wound was pressed, a piercing pain came over him.
Zhao Litang took a deep breath, a little sweat appeared on his forehead, he turned around and asked, "Who lives in there?"
A servant looked at the small tent and smiled mysteriously, "Over there, there is the new 'noble'"
Another person poked his arm and whispered, "Don't say things you shouldn't say, or you'll get your tongue cut off!"
The few of them immediately stopped talking and pushed Zhao Litang to continue moving forward.
After walking a few steps, several barbarian soldiers carrying a huge wooden sculpture passed by them. A thick wooden stick fell from the sculpture, and the servants hurriedly bent down to help pick it up.
But when they looked up, they found that Zhao Litang, who was following them, was gone.
"Look! He's running over there! Chase him!"
Zhao Litang clenched his fists. He had no intention of escaping. He ran towards the small tent he had just been to.
The tent is clearly right in front of me, but why does it feel so far away? My legs feel like they are filled with lead. The longer I run, the slower I run. I can hear my own pounding heartbeat between breaths. My ears are ringing and the world is spinning before my eyes.
Suddenly, there was a scream behind me. Someone was chasing me.
Zhao Litang, panting, finally ran to the door of the small tent and reached out his hand to lift the curtain to take a look.
But his hand stayed where it was.
He suddenly felt a little scared, afraid of what he would see.
What will you see
His hand on the curtain slowly slid down.
The people who were chasing him arrived. Seeing Zhao Litang standing there without saying anything, the servants couldn't figure out what he was trying to do for a moment.
"Let's go, don't keep your leader waiting."
Zhao Litang slowly turned around and walked away.
The servants looked at each other in confusion and hurriedly followed.
Zhao Litang was no longer in the mood to observe his surroundings. His mind was in a mess as he was led all the way to a very large and luxurious tent.
The tent was filled with a wide variety of delicious food and fine wines with pleasant aromas. There were many guest seats on both sides, and Zhao Litang was arranged in a seat closest to the main seat.
The servants took him away and left. Zhao Litang was the only one sitting in the huge tent.
Zhao Litang closed his eyes and thought about the figure he had just seen. With just one glance, he could be sure that the person was Yue Nu!
He is not dead after all!
His identity as a barbarian had been exposed, so the barbarians didn't kill him? He had already surrendered to the barbarians
Or is there some other reason
The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, especially when I thought about those rude soldiers who pulled the slender figure into the tent and didn't come out for a long time.
What on earth happened!
Zhao Litang opened his eyes again, his eyes were red, his fingers were clenched around the wine glass on the table, and the wine spilled all over his hands.
He was afraid that Yue Nu would really surrender to the barbarians and allow them to order her around. He was also afraid that Yue Nu would not surrender to the barbarians and would have to endure all the suffering.
"General Zhao, sorry for the wait."
A voice sounded from behind the curtain, and then Amul walked in surrounded by the crowd. He had a kind smile on his face, and he looked at Zhao Litang as if he was looking at an object.
Amul walked directly to the main seat and sat down. Other barbarian generals also took their seats one after another. They talked and laughed with each other in a pleasant atmosphere. The originally empty tent was now full and lively.
Amul picked up a glass of wine and toasted Zhao Litang, "General Zhao, this glass of wine is my punishment for myself. Let me drink it first as a token of my respect."
Zhao Litang looked at him indifferently. After he finished drinking the wine, he got straight to the point and said, "Don't be hypocritically polite to me. Tell me, what is your purpose in arresting me? If you want me to betray the country and collaborate with the enemy, then you can just give up on that idea and kill me directly to eliminate the trouble. Even if I die, the army of the Celestial Empire will sooner or later cross the desert on the border, flatten the territory of the barbarians, and avenge the lonely souls of my Celestial Empire!"
After these words, the entire tent fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Litang. They looked at him, then at their leader, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Amul suddenly laughed, "General Zhao has already said it all, so what else can I say? Your reaction is similar to Lord Pei's, not even leaving a way out for yourself, but Lord Pei is even more cruel, and he even crushed the envoys I sent to him. He really doesn't care about tarnishing the reputation of the Celestial Empire."
After saying that, Amul poured himself another glass of wine and looked at Zhao Litang with a smile.
"However, General Zhao misunderstood. I don't want you to be a traitor, but..."
Amul clapped his hands, and the curtain of the tent was opened again, and a figure was led in.