Marshal Wang took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that was rushing up, and tried to calm the anger in his heart. He had known for a long time that Hu Zhi and Shi Liyuan, these two people had a close relationship with King Xiao, he used to He didn't take this matter seriously, thinking that they were two jumping clowns, it was impossible to shake the big tree of King Jin.
He was wrong, he was wrong!
King Jin was in the northwest, and he didn't know that Hu Zhi and the others secretly had correspondence with King Xiao, but Wang Jinghai, who was in Kyoto, knew exactly what happened. Why didn't he take it seriously at the time? Are you too confident about King Jin, or are you too careless
If he could be alert earlier, even if he gave King Jin a quiet reminder, maybe there would be no subsequent tragedy!
Blame him, blame him!
Lieutenant General Zhang saw that the Marshal's face became worse and he was anxious, "Marshal, you calm down, the doctor said, you have to rely on support for this disease, and you must not get angry frequently, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous if you get sick."
Marshal Wang shook his hands and took a deep sip of the tea. He nodded and said: "You are right. I can't get angry now. I can't have any more accidents. The life and death of King Jin is uncertain. You have to hand it back to him."
Lieutenant General Zhang was silent, and the sigh in his heart was long and deep. The world had accepted the death of King Jin, but the Marshal refused to accept it.
He always believed that King Jin was not dead and would not die.
A soldier shouted outside: "General Hu is here, General Shi is here, General Zhu is here."
Lieutenant General Zhang stepped aside, Marshal Wang was still sitting, lowering the grief and anger in his eyes, and staring lightly at the three generals coming in from outside the account.
The three of them stepped forward and saluted, "See the marshal!"
Marshal Wang waved his hand: "You don't need to be polite. Just now Zhang Jing told me that you were waiting outside the camp. My old eyes were dim and I didn't even see it."
Hu Zhigan smiled and said, "The Marshal is in the prime of life, and his eyes are like torches.
Marshal Wang laughed twice, making Hu Zhi's heart straight.
He raised his eyes and looked around, and hurriedly asked: "Does the marshal see the maid who will arrange for you in the end?"
Marshal Wang waved his hand: "I am a bad old man. I don't need any maids. I have already let them go. I don't need to send them again."
Hu Zhi guessed it would be like this. Marshal Wang was like this. He was a stubborn old man who didn't love money or sex. Fortunately, he had two hands to prepare.
"Sit down!" Marshal Wang's gaze fell on Zhu Yuan, and he asked quietly, "Are you Zhu Yuan?"
Zhu Yuan was flattered, and he didn't expect Marshal Wang to remember him.
"It's the end!"
Marshal Wang said: "I remember, you used to be the deputy general of the White Tiger Camp, what position do you hold now?"
Zhu Yuan hurriedly said: "Back to the marshal, the final general is now the main commander of the Blackbird Camp."
"Heique Camp?" Marshal Wang raised his eyebrows and asked, "I haven't heard of Heique Camp before, a new battalion?"
Zhu Yuan shook his head: "Heique Camp is the former Baihu Camp. After General Company's death, the final general will be promoted by His Royal Highness King Xiao, and he will be promoted from Deputy General to Chief General."
"As you rise, why do you want to change the banner?" Marshal Wang stared at Zhu Yuan sternly. He hated betrayal the most, especially in the army.
Zhu Yuan's face was always the same, very different from Shi Liyuan, who was evasive with a cold sweat on his forehead, and he seemed to be facing something unusual and uncommon.
Or perhaps, he had long known that this day would come, and he had rehearsed such a scene countless times in his heart.