At daybreak, Jiang Yunshan suddenly sat up, feeling a piercing pain in his left shoulder; however, what made Jiang Yunshan even more "painful" was the deception from the upper echelons and the dimming of hope.
He stood up dejectedly, as if he had no soul, and paced back and forth in the somewhat dilapidated house. Finally, Jiang Yunshan made a decision.
When he came outside, he found that there were already many people gathered in the martial arts arena. Jiang Yunshan knew most of these people. Many of them were determined warriors who defended their country. Moreover, these people had fought bravely and taken the lead in the previous three days of the battlefield. Many of them were seriously injured.
As soon as Jiang Yunshan came out, he was immediately discovered by everyone.
A general with a cloth wrapped around his right eye and blood still stained on it shouted to Jiang Yunshan, "Jiang Yunshan, we are going to question Li Lisong. Do you want to go?"
Jiang Yunshan knew this person, Zheng Zhongping, one of the three major generals of Gaoxi Town.
"Go!" Jiang Yunshan murmured, and suddenly roared, "I'm going to ask them where their conscience is!"
"Then take our steel knives full of holes and go ask them together." Zheng Zhongping roared. Blood oozed out of his cracked right eye again.
Jiang Yunshan turned around and took out his precious sword, which was a magic weapon-level sword; such a sword was enough to cut iron like mud; but even such a precious sword was already covered with cracks and the edge was broken. One could imagine what kind of battle it had experienced.
Gradually, more and more people gathered, and by 10:00 p.m., there were nearly three thousand people gathered. Among them, at least five hundred were junior officers above the rank of sergeant, and more than thirty centurions.
There were several lieutenant generals like Jiang Yunshan, and there were more than a dozen lieutenant generals who were slightly higher than Jiang Yunshan. They all came from different armies, but at this time they all had the same goal.
Including Zheng Zhongping, these people almost account for at least a quarter of the people with outstanding military achievements in Gaoxi Town.
Zheng Zhongping looked up at the sky and said, "It's noon now. Let's go. Let's go ask Li Lisong and Sima Xuan about their cruelty!"
"Yes!" Everyone responded and prepared to take action.
But at this moment, a group of armed men in distinctive armor suddenly rushed out from more than a dozen gates around, probably tens of thousands of them; they were fully armed and quickly surrounded Zheng Zhongping and more than 3,000 others.
Suddenly, countless soldiers appeared on the surrounding city walls, with bows and arrows drawn, full of murderous intent.
A commander in plain clothes slowly appeared at the top of the city wall. It was Li Lisong!
Zheng Zhongping saw this and roared angrily: "Li Lisong, I was just about to look for you, but you came here on your own! Come down, I have something to ask you."
Li Lisong's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a cold smile. Li Lisong said slowly: "Zheng Zhongping and others are plotting rebellion, and they will be killed without mercy!"
The generals around him immediately shouted, "Kill!"
Without further ado, arrows were fired at once, and the soldiers in bright armor charged. It was a pity that Jiang Yunshan, Zheng Zhongping and other soldiers who had previously vowed to defend their country did not die on the battlefield, but died in the political struggle.
The exhausted body could not sustain the anger, and the roar could not change the outcome. The massacre was over in a moment. The evil spirit was rolling, and the resentment was soaring; however, everything, after all, has become the past.