"A bunch of ungrateful people still have a face to stand in the world, but they have no eyes in the sky!"
The bearded man's voice was loud and full of disdain: "I will actually be a soldier with such a thing in my life, what a real shame!"
"The Northern Army is really capable... After so many years of fighting, they were the least promising, they lost the most battles, and Jiu Zun went to help the most often... In the end, it was these guys who murdered Jiu Zun... "
"Paralyzed... Look at this, you can kill your own father and mother!"
"There's nothing that can't be done. It's definitely possible. Let's go back!"
"Wait for the order!"
"Let's see how confident these guys are after the evidence of the crime is confirmed! If they still dare to do something stupid, I will behead their heads and confiscate their homes to kill these bastards!"
The bearded general finished speaking sternly, waved his hand, and led the people away.
Da da da…
A group of soldiers of the Northern Army on duty here lowered their heads, tears falling to the ground; they were so ashamed that they were ashamed.
Gradually, a choking sound quietly sounded.
Outside, whispers between various armies could be heard one after another.
"In our military camp, the Nine Lords' flag of revenge has been raised one after another. Why hasn't it been raised here yet? Don't they all have the Nine Lords in their hearts? Don't they want to avenge the adults?"
"That's the Northern Army there. They murdered Lord Nine. Not to mention that they don't have the nerve to raise the flag. I guess they don't want to raise the flag at all, or at least they don't dare to raise it!"
"Bah! It turns out that not only is Yang Botao a turtle bastard, but his soldiers are also a bunch of cowards!"
"I don't even dare to raise the banner of revenge for Lord Nine... I don't know if it's because of a guilty conscience or because that's what I think in my heart..."
"Fuck, don't these people even have a little bit of shame?"
"When I think about it, I get so angry that I go crazy... Lord Jiu Zun has saved the Northern Army so many times... How can a person be so heartless like this!"
"They are not human at all. Where do they have their conscience? They have been eaten by dogs!"
"Bah, you are not allowed to abuse dogs. How can dogs eat black hearts? All of them have black hearts!"
"If we really get into a fight, I will show no mercy! I'll kill him like a dog!"
"Me too!"
"Me too!"
"They say you are not allowed to harm dogs. Dogs are the most loyal. How can they be compared to dogs?!"
"That's right, that's right..."
In front of the camp gate, all the soldiers lowered their heads, tilted their necks fiercely, and looked askance at their commanders, their eyes fierce as never before, filled with murderous intent.
Captain Zheng's eyes were red, his head lowered, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You guys wait here, I'll go ask!"
"Go quickly!"
"Should have gone a long time ago!"
A dozen roars with crying sounds sounded at the same time.
The captain wiped away his tears, got on his horse, and rode away with all his strength.
"General! Why don't our troops raise the flag of revenge for the Nine Lords?"
The troops in the army rushed out of the military tent in a state of collapse, shouting with a cry: "Brothers in other directions have already risen... Could it be that our Northern Army is really so guilty? ?”
The general was stunned: "What flag of revenge?"
"It is a flag of revenge to seek justice for the Nine Lords! Why don't we, the Northern Army, raise it!"
Captain was crying loudly, with tears and snot smeared on his face: "I have been a soldier for so many years. I am used to seeing life and death on the battlefield. I have been through fire and water. I have never cried! But today, I have had enough! I was actually humiliated. I don’t dare to say a word if I achieve this kind of virtue, I just wish Lima was dead!”
"When I heard that Master Jiu Zun was killed, I cut myself in the face and swore a blood oath to avenge them... But here we are, the spearhead for murdering Master Jiu Zun was actually pointed at us!"
"Are the rumors from outside really true?"
"Are our Northern Army really a bunch of ungrateful people?"
"Killing my savior! Wuwuwu... brothers, how can we still have the dignity to live..." The team was crying with runny noses and tears, and they were extremely sad and angry.
"Flag of Revenge?"
The general's eyes were also red: "Go and see a few people to check the situation!"
"I dont go!"
"I dont go!"
"I won't go either!"
A deputy general was assigned, and he roared with a red face and thick neck: "Why should I go? Why don't you go? Why do you have the face to go out now! Even if I stuff my face in my crotch and it's gone, how can I still have the face to go out? To the brothers in other directions!”
The general's eyes were filled with anger: "You're not going out, are you!? Then get out of here, I'll go out and see for myself!"
The general patted his horse and went forward, but it only took a cup of tea. He poured it out again and again, his face flushed red, his eyes as red as blood; he roared: "Make a flag for me! Raise the flag!"
"Put up the altar!"
"Hurry up!"
"Our brothers in the Northern Army are not ungrateful people!"
"We are not cowards!"
"If it is really Yang Botao who murdered Lord Jiu Zun, the brothers from the Northern Army will be the first to fight for him!"
The general roared.
As soon as the order was given, the whole military camp suddenly became excited; the soldiers went back to make flags one after another, and finally there was a little life on their faces.
"Gather the troops! Assemble!"
The general roared again.
Suddenly, a group of people came over with cold faces: "What are you doing! Jiang Chenglong, are you planning to rebel by gathering people privately?"
Those who came over were clearly Yang Botao's most elite soldiers.
And it was his personal soldiers and generals who spoke.
Jiang Chenglong looked over with red eyes and waved his hand: "Assemble! Don't worry about them!"
The general strode forward: "Jiang Chenglong, without the command of the commander-in-chief, how dare you make the decision!? It's your business to gather in private like this. It's your business not to be afraid of death, but it's not good if it involves your brothers. You How many lives can we pay for?!"
The soldiers were also quick-witted and knew that pressing hard at this moment would not help and would only lead to counter-effects. However, transferring the threat to the soldiers under their command might be effective.
Jiang Chenglong's eyes were filled with anger, as if he could shed tears of blood at any time, and he said fiercely: "If Yang Botao is really related to the murder of the Nine Lords, then he is definitely not worthy of being the commander of our Northern Army! I will fight with him personally! What's wrong with this assembly order that I gave privately? If I have to pay for my life later, I must give this order!"
"Fuck you! The commander-in-chief was wronged! Didn't you explain the whole story yesterday?" the general roared angrily.
"If the commander-in-chief is unjustly accused, and when the truth comes out, I, Jiang Chenglong, will tie my hands and plead guilty, and plead for death! I am gathering troops privately, and I deserve to die. Military law is ruthless, so don't indulge in injustice! But now, the Northern Army must follow my instructions Order action!"
Jiang Chenglong roared loudly: "As the deputy commander, I have the power to mobilize troops, and you are just the leader of Yang Botao's personal soldiers. Who are you qualified to ask me how to act! Get out of my way, otherwise , I will take you to military law now!"
The general's eyes turned to stare at Jiang Chenglong solemnly, and he slowly pressed the handle of the knife with one hand.
Jiang Chenglong stood still, his eyes equally ferocious.
However, everyone around Jiang Chenglong roared at the same time, their swords were unsheathed, and they all looked at Yang Botao and Qin Bing like hungry wolves.
All it takes is a look or a move, and it's a big fight!
"Go back!" Jiang Chenglong shouted: "Do you really want to do this?!"
The captain of the soldiers took a deep breath and pointed at Jiang Chenglong with his finger: "Wait!"
Turn around and go back with the people.
"Now, do as I say! Now! Now!"
Jiang Chenglong's face was as iron as steel.
The soldier captain returned to his tent with a heavy face, but was shocked to find that an altar had been erected outside his tent. The portraits of the nine statues have been placed.
The soldier captain's eyes fluctuated.
The soldiers around them all looked away; some were panting, and everyone seemed to have something to say.
"Captain, is it true?" A big man finally asked with a trembling voice.
"I believe that the commander-in-chief will never do such a thing! It's all spies' lies and distorted facts!" the captain said through gritted teeth.
"What if... it's really the commander-in-chief who did it?" another person asked.
The muscles on the captain's face twitched, and he didn't speak for a long time. He stood upright, looking at the nine portraits; suddenly he knelt down straight.
All the soldiers had a look of sadness on their faces.
"As the commander-in-chief's personal soldiers, every time we fight, we rush to the front; every time we lose, it is also the time when we are most desperate and dangerous... Therefore, every time the Nine Lords take action, it is equivalent to saving the big guy."
"But, we are the commander's personal soldiers!"
"If this matter is true... the entire Northern Army can say that it was just the commander in chief and had nothing to do with the Northern Army. Only we cannot say that!"
"Even if we say it, no one will believe it!"
"We are the general's personal soldiers, and we are the most trusted and closest people to the general."
"The Nine Lords have helped us survive countless times, but the Commander-in-Chief has also been as kind to us as a mountain."
The captain closed his eyes and said quietly: "If it's true... If it's true..."
His voice suddenly choked: "If it is true, no matter which side you are on now, how can you have the dignity to survive afterwards!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence all around!
In the palace.
Taiwei Fang Qingtian was half lying on the chair, breathing hard.
His Majesty the Emperor sat on the big chair in the Imperial Study Room, quietly waiting for the results.
Qiu Jianhan and Leng Daoyin also stared at the old lieutenant.
After a long, long time, Fang Qingtian opened his eyes and said: "What Yang Botao said is a lie... Moreover, he is very familiar with it and seems to have been prepared for a long time... Therefore, Yang Botao must have something wrong with this matter."
His Majesty the Emperor nodded calmly and said: "The authenticity of the old Taiwei's cauldron certificate is clear. However, at this time, Yang Botao's rebellion has become a trivial matter; the real key should be... The tornado that appeared last night, Is it the Wind Lord himself? And the person who launched the fire attack, could it be the Fire Lord?!"
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