The Book of Heaven

Chapter 57 Betrayal
The old man who was called Mongolian doctor by Ma Zheng stared at Ma Zheng from head to toe, and finally shook his head and said:
"Strange, it was an accident that your kid was able to come back. Why is he still missing an arm or a leg? Is it really **** luck?"

This time Ma Zheng finally understood why no one respected this old man in the wounded barracks. The feeling is that a dog can't spit out ivory, he can bring people back to life with his hands, and he can kill people with his mouth.

If you want to meet someone who is not broad-minded and tempered enough, you will really fight the old man desperately.

"He's been here all these years?"

Of course Ma Zheng wouldn't talk to Zhou Tong about hardships, Zhou Tong who could spend the rest of his life in bed, or Lin Shiba who had been buried in the loess?

"Well, he's been here for years when I came here."

"Why didn't anyone hit him?"

"Who dares? Besides, he doesn't offend everyone, and only says a few words to those who don't like him, such as you." Zhou Tong's words made Ma Zheng choke, and stared blankly.

At this time, Zhou Tong seemed to have just thought about what Ma Zheng was going to do, and asked casually:
"Tell me, you won't just kill two little soldiers?"

"How can I say that, I am a person from the second sentry and the third army. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to kill two small soldiers? Anyway, I also killed a military officer. How about it, isn't it good?"

"Hey, you boy, a military officer, really?"

Zhou Tong's eyes were shining brightly, "Mr. Jun, that's really not an opponent you can meet in Zhuangziying, let alone take his head back single-handedly."

But when Ma Zheng told him that the Marquis was the son of the Lord of Home City, Zhou Tong couldn't speak anymore.

After a while, Zhou Tong seemed to come back to his senses, Nuonuo said:

"Ma Zheng, you have to go, leave Zhuangziying quickly!"

"why?"

Ma Zheng wondered.

Nanduo Tuo has several sons Ma Zheng does not know.

But Ma Zheng felt that Nan Duotuo would not devote all of his strength to attack Zhuangziying for the sake of a son, right?Besides, even if Nanduotuo did this, he might not be able to kill Ma Zheng.

The usual border disputes are nothing, and the high-ranking gentlemen will not care about them, but if a large-scale battle occurs, the situation may gradually get out of control. When the time comes, the armies of the two countries will be angry, and it is difficult to become a real country. war?

I am afraid that neither the Han Empire nor the Da Yue Clan are willing to see such a result, and Nanda Tuo will definitely become a scapegoat for the scapegoat.

"why?"

Zhou Tong's slightly parched mouth trembled uncontrollably, but his eyes were straightened, as if he had something to say and couldn't say it.

"I'll tell you in detail when I go out."

What can't be said in the wounded barracks?

Ma Zheng left the wounded barracks full of suspicion, and walked back to the tent belonging to the second sentry and the third army.

Along the way, the camp he saw was still the same camp, but Ma Zheng felt that the whole camp was shrouded in an impenetrable fog.

The tent was empty, and Ma Zhao lay his body on the ground. Most of the time, Ma Zhao liked to lie on the cold ground, as if it would be more comfortable.

"Get up, you idiot, we might be in big trouble."

Since chatting with Ma Zheng on the way back, the relationship between the two seems to have changed, at least Ma Zhao will no longer just pretend to be stupid and laugh.

"You mean, cut off the son and provoke Lao Tzu?"

A playful brilliance flashed in Ma Zhao's copper-bell-sized eyes, which Ma Zheng had never seen before.

"That's about it. Zhou Tong reminded me, but I think it's too much of a fuss. This is the position of the imperial frontier army. It can't be said that the Da Yueshi stepped on it. Let's take it as it is?"

Although Ma Zheng's brain is easy to use, it is still a bit out of touch with this era, especially in this kind of state relations, which are inherently intricate and difficult to describe.

"Ha ha."

I don't know if Ma Zhao is used to it, but at this juncture, he started to laugh again.

"Hey, what are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me?" Ma Zheng kicked hard, and Ma Zhao didn't hide. Anyway, both of them knew that this kick was enough to tickle Ma Zhao.

Feeling the shock force coming from the tip of his toes, Ma Zheng felt a little emotional, he really envied Ma Zhao's brass skin and iron frame.

"Just talk and fart if you have something to say, don't laugh like those treacherous ministers, are you stupid?"

"I'm not stupid, it's you who are stupid."

Ma Zhao turned over, stared at Ma Zheng and said:
"Do you think that if Nanduo Tuo wants your life, he must lead the soldiers of the Dayue Clan to kill you?"

"He didn't mention soldiers to kill him, so why should I send him to kill him? Unless I'm really stupid. Wait, you mean"

Of course Ma Zheng is not stupid, he has never been a fool, after being reminded a little by Ma Zhao, he immediately understood.

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Shaking his head, Ma Zheng wandered around in the tent, his eyes were always on Ma Zhao, but Ma Zhao was always on the ceiling of the tent, as if he didn't even bother to say a word to Ma Zheng.

"I'm going to find Ma Detu."

"You can trust him?"

Just when Ma Zheng was about to step out of the tent, Ma Zhao finally spoke.

"Then who else can I trust? Tell me about this word camp, who else can I trust?" Ma Zheng looked back at Ma Zhao.

Ma Zhao curled his big mouth, as if he was persuaded by Ma Zheng's words just now.

Ma Detu was still drinking, and Ma Zheng even wondered if Ma Detu would not do anything other than drink as long as he was in the camp?
In fact, Ma Detu was not a strong drinker. According to Yuchi, Ma Detu could drink a small bottle of gourd wine for ten days.

Ma Zheng felt that this was not called drinking, but just pretending to be drinking.

Why do people drink alcohol?

Either to pretend to be aggressive, or to pretend to be drunk, Ma Zhao didn't know which one Ma Detu wanted.

"Are you worried that someone in Zhuangzi Camp will betray you?"

In front of Ma Detu, Ma Zheng didn't hide anything, and he said bluntly that he now has the capital.

"Or, are you worried that I will betray you?"

Ma Detu, who was sitting upright slowly, had really clear eyes.

"Nantuo Tuo doesn't seem to have any ability to bribe you, does he?"

"He definitely doesn't have this." Ma Detu nodded, shaking the wine gourd in his hand, rattling.

"But he must be capable enough to buy you. How much do you think you are worth?" Ma Detu said, knocking Ma Zheng from the sky to the ground.

This is indeed true. Ma Detu is a direct descendant of the Ma family. He is neither short of money nor short of future. What is short of him is his talent and ability. On these two points, Nan Duotuo really has nothing to give.

But if it is just to buy Ma Zheng's life, maybe a hundred taels of gold is still for the sake of Ma Zheng's surname Ma.

Thinking of this, Ma Zheng couldn't help curling his lips:
"If you want to betray me, I will definitely fight you hard!"

"Just you? I heard that your stick is broken."

"There is one in the ancestral hall of the Ma family."

Ma Zheng blocked Ma Detu's mocking eyes, and said slowly.

"Which one do you want?" Ma Detu laughed, his mouth was so full of laughter that he couldn't close it.

"Otherwise? You give me one?"

"You should have heard of the realm of martial arts, right?"

Although he didn't know why Ma Detu mentioned this matter, Ma Zheng nodded and said, "Naturally. Third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, enter the hall and enter the house."

"Then what level do you think you are?"

(End of this chapter)