I am the Tao of bad people

The flowers in Luoyang have bloomed, waiting for the spring breeze in the evening.

A piece of paper flies north, and it changes hands in the world easily.

Outside Xinxiang City, Song Yunji was sitting in the handsome tent. In front of her desk, she had put down the letter from the bad person.

She gently opened the letter with thin fingers, and when she saw the words, his face jumped into her heart.

"Luoyang, it's settled."

His judgment on the situation has always been as precious as gold.

"Yunji, I miss you."

He expressed his longing for her more than he analyzed the situation in words.

Song Yunji pursed her lips, and her lips curved into a heart-warming arc.

With just one sentence, she remembered how wantonly he had been to her.

The night fire was unbearable, and when Shen Feng was writing a book in the deep palace of Luoyang, he finally couldn't hold it back, and spoke a simple and profound word, which touched her heart and said a sexy word.

She was inexplicably embarrassed.

Song Yunji's face glowed crimson in the candlelight, and she crumpled the letter into a ball with both hands.

But with the paper ball in her hand, Song Yunji felt inexplicably regretful, and slowly unfolded it, smoothed it out, and rubbed it into her not-so-large heart.

Even with her temperament, she needs a moment of warmth.

Not long after, Song Yunji put down the letter, her face calmed down as before. She walked out of the handsome tent, and a cold voice echoed through the military tent.

"Order troops!"

……

Xinxiang City, seen from across the army.

Like Song Yunji, Xia Luqi received the information about the nearly eight hundred mile acceleration almost at the same time.

Sharuch ignored the almost fainting messenger. He held the letter with trembling hands. He saw the letter as if it were written on his face, but he wept over every word.

"General Xia, the bad commander Shen Feng has stolen Luoyang three days ago. Unfortunately, Luoyang has few soldiers and is unable to defeat him. Shen Feng's cultivation level is even more unfathomable. Even the king and his sixth brother can't look at it. When they are helpless, fortunately, The Great Shaman of Mobei rushed into the battlefield, but the three of us fought against Shen Feng, but we were still defeated by him."

"In order to protect this king, my sixth brother agreed with the Mobei Shaman to activate his potential, thereby stopping Shen Feng, and died in a fierce battle. I felt that I was useless, so I had to stay in Mobei for a useful life, and went to Mobei with the Mobei Shaman in the hope that Come someday."

"General Xia, I know you, you have great righteousness in your heart and are not willing to be a thief. Whether you go to Mobei or not is your decision alone. When a person is at his end, his words are also good. General Xia, you can take care of yourself. ”

Xia Ruqi looked at the letter with blood foam on it, and he was speechless for a long time.

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

Not necessarily.

Li Siyuan knew that Xia Luqi had a stubborn character, so he could not force Xia Luqi to lead his army to Mobei to prevent him from becoming rebellious. He could only let the stubborn donkey make his own decision.

After all, there is a saying that military orders will not be obeyed if the general is outside.

But if he plays the emotional card with Xia Ruqi, it will still be the same as before. With Xia Luqi's self-esteem, no matter what choice he makes, he will not let himself down.

That's what Li Siyuan thought, and he was right.

Xia Ruqi was silent for a moment, and finally made up his mind in his heart.

"Beat the drum and gather the generals!"

When the three drums were played, all the generals in Xinxiang City had already gathered together.

Xia Ruqi calmly showed the letters in his hand one by one, and finally ordered in a deep voice: "Huo Yanwei, where is Kang Wentong?"

"The general is here!"

Two people stood out from the generals at the foot of the stairs.

"I ordered you and two other generals to lead the army behind the city of Xinxiang and leave the city, taking all the food, grass and baggage with them to Mobei to return to the king. Can these two generals be entrusted with the important task?"

"General, this..." "General, does he want to defend the city alone?"

While Huo Yanwei was still hesitating, Kang Wentong took the lead in telling Xia Ruqi's plan.

"good."

Xia Luqi did not deny it. He said calmly: "The city is there and the people are there. The city is broken and people die. It's just death. I am a Han and it is difficult for me to join the barbarians. However, Xia has been greatly favored by the King of Jin. I have no way to repay it. It is better to serve as a general." After the break, follow the example of Liu Lang and be loyal and loyal. If there are any comrades with Xia, you can stay and guard the city. If you are unwilling, you can all go. You all know that Xia is a good person. , will not do any harm.”

"General!"

Huo Yanwei had tears in his eyes and was about to persuade him again, but was interrupted by Xia Ruqi.

"I have made up my mind, no need to say more."

In the brief silence of the generals, Kang Wentong stepped forward and drew his sword in his hand.

He said solemnly: "Kang admires General Xia's ambition very much. General Huo has the talent to govern the country. General Huo is enough for the army. Kang is willing to hold the sword for General Xia and defend Xinxiang together. He would rather die than surrender!" "

"Brothers!"

These words made Xia Luqi unable to help but burst into tears. He stepped forward and hugged Kang Wentong.

Although the generals have different thoughts, they can't help but respect him.

If you have your heart set on something, don’t force it anymore.

Not long after, Huo Yanwei led the rest of the generals and the army to reorganize, left Xinxiang at night, and headed all the way to Mobei.

Xia Luqi looked at their backs and felt sad in his heart. At this moment, he actually thought of his original opponents.

"Wang Yanzhang, Wang Yanzhang. Xia rarely convinces anyone in his life. King Jin is one, Liu Lang is another, General Kang is another, and you are one of them."

"Today, Xia understands your original choice, and Xia will definitely follow the path you have taken. Being buried with you in Xinxiang is actually fate. We are facing each other on the battlefield, and each is his own master. What can we do? It doesn’t matter. After Xia dies, I will go to Huangquan to apologize to you personally.”

"This... is a troubled time."

Thinking of this, Xia Ruqi couldn't help laughing.

The night was deep, and nine out of ten troops in the city were gone. However, this was also their choice.

Respect is what it is.

As soon as his thoughts changed, Sharucci was ready to find the person who made the same choice as him.

"Where's General Kang? Why can't I find him? It's rare to meet a close friend, and I want to get drunk with him before I get over it!"

……

Xinxiang City Gate.

Kang Wentong slowly prostrated himself among a group of dead bodies, and the person he prostrated to was slowly walking out of the shadows on a high horse and walking into the wide-open Xinxiang city behind him.

Song Yunjili didn't bother to pay attention to him. She just waved casually, and the countless Qi troops roared loudly and charged, all the way to the undefended Xinxiang city gate.

Kang Wentong watched the army enter the city. The night was deep and he had to do too many things. He could not help but lose strength. His weak body could not help but lean against the open city gate and slowly sit down on the ground.

He looked at the gradual fighting in the city, his eyes reddened by the firelight, but he couldn't help but murmur to himself.

"General Xia. My whole family is in the Central Plains. I don't want to go to Mobei, and I don't want to die. If I die, what will they... do?"

"I would rather die than surrender... I would rather die than surrender... Hehehehe..."

"Everyone has his own ambitions, everyone has his own ambitions..."

Kang Wentong just watched like this. He watched the troubled times in the firelight, and watched the people he admired draw their swords and kill themselves in the constant siege. The blood reflected his neck and his eyes red.

He knelt on the ground and wailed helplessly and furiously: "These are troubled times, General!"

The tears proved him wrong.

But he couldn't say what he said about what was wrong with me. (End of chapter)