Bang!
An object flew towards him and hit him on the forehead.
The bearded man was also a stubborn person. He took the blow without dodging or evading, and stared stubbornly at the old general sitting at the top.
The blood flowing from the wound on his forehead blurred his vision. A nameless rage surged in his chest and burst out of his mouth.
"She's not a spy!"
The atmosphere in the main tent was extremely tense.
All the soldiers could feel the coldness coming from the old general. The bearded man couldn't understand the old general's intention, but they knew that the old general was just trying to save his son's ass. But the son didn't appreciate it.
Emmm…
The young man was more inclined to believe that his brother was stupid.
Given the size of my brother's brain, he probably wouldn't be able to think of this.
Thinking of this, the young man looked at his brother with a little more ridicule, and also felt a little sympathy for his adoptive father. The eldest son, who had several sons under his knees, was so "filial". It was really -
What goes around comes around!
The young man lowered his eyes, concealing some of the ripples in his eyes.
Old General: "Do you understand what you are saying?"
The bearded man stiffened his neck, and with the attitude of "fighting for dignity even if it means losing money", he confronted his father.
"I know! She is the daughter of my son's brother-in-law. Her family background is spotless. The spy is a frame-up!"
The old general's eyes darkened.
The atmosphere in the main tent was even colder than before.
The two of them remained in a stalemate for a few more breaths, and the old general suddenly raised his hand and waved. Seeing this, his confidants understood what was going on and went out for a while.
After a while, he came in with a bowl of something and placed it in front of the bearded man. The bearded man lowered his head and saw that the soup in the bowl was turbid with some oil floating in it, and under the oil were two pieces of meat that exuded a strange sour smell. He was confused for only a moment, and then he immediately realized what it was, and his whole face twisted violently.
He shouted sternly: "Get out! Take it away!"
The old general still had that kind and loving face, but the words he said made everyone present shudder. He said coldly: "You said 'get out'? Your father is not dead yet, it is not your turn to say this word to him, pry open his mouth and force it in!"
The confidant sighed inwardly and did as he was told.
He has followed the old general for many years. When he was young, he was a member of his private army. He is the closest confidant to the old general. It is estimated that few people in the world know better than him the cruelty and brutality beneath the old general's kind appearance. If this son in front of him doesn't know his place, he will really die!
The bearded man struggled: "If you don't eat, what can you do to me?"
The old general was also very decisive. He drew the knife from his waist and threw it to the ground in front of him with a thud, which served as an ultimatum.
Bearded man: “…”
He looked at the old general in disbelief.
Although he often complained that the old man favored the young, secretly speculated that the young man was the bastard of the old man and some wild girl, and complained that he was treated unfairly... But he knew one thing in his heart -
Although he was partial, the father treated his sons gently and never really punished them. He was only strict with them verbally, and even if he did hit or scold them, it was never too severe.
Which brave warrior doesn’t grow up with injuries all over his body
Those beatings and scoldings really didn't count for much.
At this moment, I actually wanted to kill him...
There are two choices in front of you, you can only choose one!
The bearded man looked down, then up at his ruthless and cold-blooded old father, and finally reached out to the bowl in his confidant's hand with trembling fingers. The confidant heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this.
He raised his hand to pull out the knife and held it far away, fearing that the bearded man might commit suicide. But it was obvious that he didn't know enough about the old general's son.
The young man was not surprised by his brother's choice.
My sworn brother is a person who is afraid of death.
He had argued with the old general before because he was sure that he would not really kill his son. Even if we take a step back, it was just a retort. At most he would be beaten with a military stick, put under house arrest or put in solitary confinement. He was thick-skinned and not afraid!
Who knew that the old general would act out of character and catch him off guard!
With his eyes closed and his heart made up, the bearded man endured the endless nausea and ate the two pieces of meat, and then drank the soup under the old general's gaze. The salty and fishy taste lingered on his taste buds, his throat spasmed several times, and the strong nausea made his eyes misty.
The old general finally let him go: "Go down and sit down."
The bearded man staggered to his feet and sat back in his seat with a pale face. His ears were buzzing and he didn't pay attention to what the people around him said. When he came back to his senses, there was a strange figure in the tent. The old general was very respectful to this person.
The bearded man looked up.
My hands and feet suddenly became cold.
This person... He had met him once.
It is said that he was an aide to Zheng Zhi, nicknamed "Zhi Wang".
Oh, the so-called "Zhu King" is the brother Zheng Qiao who took sows as his wives and piglets as his children. People jokingly called him "Pig King", and because of his name, he was named "Zhu King" by Zheng Qiao.
Why are King Zhu’s confidants here too
He suddenly understood why the old man forced him to admit that his concubine was a spy. It was probably because of the existence of this confidant of the pig king. Was it a show for others to see? Not only did he not feel warm and regretful for misunderstanding his old father, but he was filled with strong hatred and murderous intent, and his back teeth were grinding.
Why is this so
Because in his opinion, he was taking the blame for the barbarian.
The thief who set fire to the baggage was brought by the barbarian, so he was the main culprit! In the end, he only blamed himself and did not mention the barbarian's mistake. After a little thought, he guessed that the old man was reluctant to let the barbarian suffer injustice, so he used his concubine to take the blame!
When he thought of his concubine's tragic death, the hatred and murderous intent in the bearded man's heart was like boiling water, bubbling up and down.
However, no one present cared about his thoughts.
He also didn't hear that the young man received eighty military sticks.
Military sticks were also classified into categories, some for ordinary soldiers, and some for martial warriors. The latter were extremely powerful, three or five sticks could kill ordinary people, and thirty or fifty sticks could make a martial warrior's buttocks bruised and unable to get off the ground, let alone eighty military sticks!
The old general asked the young man, "Are you dissatisfied?"
The young man bowed his head and said respectfully in front of the staff and messenger: "I am a son and I will obey your decision."
The staff envoy also knew that he couldn't suppress the old general too much, so he smiled and said to the old general: "With the enemy at hand, why don't you hold off on using the military stick for now, young general? It won't be too late to use the military stick after we take over Xiaocheng..."
The old general winked at his adopted son.
The young man stood up and thanked the aide-de-camp for his intercession.
Contrary to everyone's expectation, the commander of the battle was not the old general who had fought on the battlefield for many years, but an aide-de-camp sent by the Pig King. The young man secretly observed that the envoy was not young, and his skin looked to be in his thirties or forties, with some gray on his temples. He was wearing a dark-patterned Confucian shirt, a square scarf on his head, and an exquisite red-colored flower seal hanging from his waist.
Apart from his good looks and gentle temperament, which makes him look better than ordinary people, there is nothing special about him.
only-
The moment the young man made eye contact with the aide-de-camp, he realized that he was wrong. The man's eyes were terribly black, his eyes were dull, and he looked dead. When he looked into his eyes, he felt an indescribable chill spread from the soles of his feet to his entire body, which was very creepy.
According to the process, the next step is to discuss how to attack the city.
In the young man's opinion, Xiaocheng was weakly guarded and the garrison's defense was poor. If he put all his strength into attacking one gate, he could break through it in one or two hours. His own troops were already three or four times that of Xiaocheng, and the baggage and food were fully replenished with the arrival of reinforcements.
Take Xiaocheng
It's so easy!
However, the words of the staff envoy puzzled the generals.
His suggestion was to just siege but not attack!
The bearded man immediately couldn't sit still and questioned aloud.
"Why? Our army has sufficient manpower. Give me three hours, no, one hour. If you cannot break through Xiaocheng, I will be beheaded! How much food and grass will be wasted if we just besiege without attacking?"
This is a war, not a game!
Don’t you know that speed is of the essence in war
If you can finish it in one day, don’t put it off until the next day!
He also wanted to use this opportunity to gain merit, and it would be best if he could defeat the barbarian and let everyone see who was more powerful. A brave warrior is not only good at fighting, but also needs brains.
In terms of intelligence and wisdom, he is definitely not inferior to the Savage!
The staff messenger said: "There is a purpose."
The four words "understatement" choked the bearded man so much that he was speechless. He wanted to retort - it was their soldiers who were used in the war, not the staff and envoys. If the envoys didn't feel sorry, he would!
But he didn't dare. It was obvious with just a little thought that the aide who could sit firmly in the top position beside the Pig King was a ruthless person!
The old general sighed and said, "I will follow the envoy's orders."
The staff messenger said: "There is more."
The old general asked, "Please give me your orders, messenger."
"Those brought back will be sent to Xiaocheng."
The old general was stunned.
He knew that the "those people" that the staff were talking about were all infected with the disease. They were captured from the plague-affected villages on the orders of King Zhu, and he specifically instructed the old general to bring them with him.
The old general was reluctant at first. He thought it was a joke: taking a group of sick people to fight at the front line
Before we even reached the front line, our own people died of illness!
He would be crazy to do this!
But in the end, he was no match for the Pig King.
The current Prince Zhu is no longer the learned, elegant prince with a great reputation and a strong contender for the crown prince. Now he is sinister, suspicious and violent, and has zero tolerance for betrayal, disobedience and questioning.
Fortunately, this staff envoy had special abilities that seemed to limit the disease to certain individuals. In addition, the soldiers took proper precautions, so the disease did not infect the soldiers.
The old general asked: "How do we get them into the city?"
All entrances and exits of Xiaocheng have been closed.
The aide said, "Anything is fine."
The old general choked.
The staff made a cold suggestion, which made people frown: "Or put them into the trebuchet and throw them into the city. As long as they can be sent into the city, it doesn't matter whether they are dead or alive."
Old general: “…”
The young man didn't show any reaction on his face, but his eyes widened in horror. He heard what the aide-de-camp said... Was he planning to let a plague break out in Xiaocheng? Let the corpses of the people with the plague infect others? Was he artificially creating a plague
He lowered his head and closed his eyes.
The staff asked, “Any questions?”
The old general said, "No."
At this time, the bearded man asked, "Xiaocheng is not big, but it is not small either. How long will it take to kill all the people in the city? Our army's food and grass can't last that long! If the envoy wants to turn Xiaocheng into a dead city, he only needs to break through the city gate and kill his way in. It will take at least one or two days, or at most two or three days, to kill everyone..."
He wanted to complain that the aide-de-camp was too slow.
If you don't know how to fight a war, don't give orders here. They are the ones who will lead the charge into battle. Why would a scholar with literary talent interfere
But before he could finish, he suddenly became unable to speak.
The bearded man quickly understood and his face turned pale.
Silence and silence!
The strong sense of humiliation made his eyes wide open!
After all, he was a general who became famous at a young age and had fought in wars for several years. Yet, he was silenced in his tent by an unknown scholar. This was tantamount to a slap in the face in public!
But no one sympathized with his anger, no one cared about it, even the old man agreed with the absurd suggestion of the staff envoy.
The staff member said again: "The general did remind me of something."
The young man's eyelids twitched violently.
The staff had a blank expression on their face: "Xiaocheng is not big, but it is not small either. The people we brought with us are not enough."
The old general asked, "What does the messenger mean?"
The staff laughed and said, "Please, old general, please arrest some people."
The old general's heart also skipped a beat.
"Emissary, I'm afraid this is..."
The staff member smiled and explained: "General, you misunderstood. When I said arresting people, I didn't mean arresting your soldiers. They are all heroes who have expanded the territory for our lord. We can sacrifice no one but them. This will chill the hearts of the soldiers. What I meant is that the old general can send people to arrest some ordinary people who are old and weak. These people are not as strong as young people and are very easy to be infected with diseases..."
Put the emphasis on “the elderly and the infirm” and “ordinary people”.
Old general: “…”
I couldn't help cursing in my heart.
The young man sat at the bottom, and the more he listened, the more chilled he became.
The staff messenger's words were clearly a threat.
If they don't capture ordinary people, they will use their own soldiers to make up the numbers.
Thinking of this, he secretly let out a breath.
If I had known that the outside world was so filthy, I should have defended my homeland to the death. Guarding everyone's graves is better than looking at these evil spirits.
After a while, the young man was called by his staff.
The staff envoy looked at him with a smile and asked, "How about letting the young general handle this matter? This is also a chance to make up for the mistakes."
Young man: “…”
Now he just wanted to curse the entire family of the aide and envoy!
“Yes, sir.” Facing his sworn brother’s murderous jealous gaze, he resisted the urge to flip the table and kill someone, and gritted his teeth and accepted the “job”.
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Bad news came one after another. When they heard that the rebels had sent more troops, Gong Shuwu and his companions were extremely depressed.
The short-lived fire last night, like a meteor, brought hope to Xiaocheng, but at dawn, the slim hope was crushed by reality. The two had not yet found the whereabouts of Lin Feng and Tu Rong, and the fall of Xiaocheng was imminent, and the atmosphere was suffocating.
But reality is far more magical than imagination.
Chu Yao speculated that the rebels would attack the city in the afternoon or evening.
Unexpectedly, as night fell, there was no movement in the rebel camp.
What are the rebels up to
The garrison soldiers didn't care. They only knew that they could survive for another day, and their tense nerves were relaxed for a moment.
Little did I know that this was the calm before the storm.
As the moon reached the zenith, the soldiers in the sentry tower observed that there was finally movement in the rebel camp and immediately sent a message down. The soldiers on the city wall perked up one by one, and, either actively or passively, they waited for the final battle with the determination to die!
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