Dianxia Qingcheng

Zhao Litang is dead.

Wu Quan came back with a charred corpse from the enemy's rear, and his face could not be seen clearly, but the token sent by Pei Zheng that day was on the corpse.

The token has always been with Zhao Litang, and it is not convincing to say that this is not Zhao Litang.

The news was temporarily suppressed. If it were to be spread at this critical juncture, it would definitely cause turmoil in the military's heart, and would deal a fatal blow to the soldiers of the Celestial Dynasty.

But on the day the body was brought back, many people saw it, and they all secretly speculated about something.

Shen Huan squatted in front of the charred corpse and looked at it for a while, the pungent and disgusting smell she seemed to have never heard.

Wu Quan stood aside with red eyes, as if he had just cried.

After a long time, Shen Huan clapped his hands and stood up, "Don't cry, this is not General Zhao."

Wu Quan wiped away tears, "Master Shen, don't comfort me at this time. This token was found on the general. How could it not be a general?"

Shen Huan looked up at him, "When you were out in the army, General Zhao's arm hadn't recovered yet. I told you that it might break again, right?"

Wu Quan nodded.

"That's it, the bones on this man's arm are intact, so it's not General Zhao, although the physique is very similar, and the armor is exactly the same, but I can't guarantee that someone can steal the pillars, just to make us think that General Zhao is dead. "

Wu Quan was very shocked when he heard it, "Master Shen, is what you said true? Is this really not a general?"

"It's absolutely true." Shen Huan's expression was solemn, "but don't make it public. Let me ask you, where did you find this corpse?"

Wu Quan recalled.

When Zhao Litang found out that Yuenu had also entered the rear of the enemy with the raiding team, he was furious and said with a pale face that he would withdraw the military posts of the relevant personnel and deal with them all by military law.

Wu Quan did not dare to stop him, and after disposing of those people, he told Zhao Litang that the barbarians had stopped for several days and did not attack again since the food and grass were burned, indicating that their plan may have worked, and now it is time to revive The moment to take the initiative.

Zhao Litang thought for a long time and got out of bed with her body supported.

"Call the soldiers and listen to my orders."

The army of the Celestial Dynasty did not march aggressively, but Zhao Litang personally led the team, taking advantage of the night to penetrate into the enemy's army again.

Zhao Litang had a hunch that the temporary truce of the barbarians was definitely not just because the grain depot was burned, and he didn't believe that Yue Slave would just die like that.

Yuenu is a barbarian, but Zhao Litang has always had doubts about whether his identity is so simple.

Originally, they were well hidden and were not discovered by the barbarian soldiers, but there was no idea what was going on inside the barbarian barracks. The lights were bright for a while, their whereabouts were exposed, and they were soon surrounded by enemy troops.

During the melee, Zhao Litang and the others got separated, and Wu Quan searched everywhere but couldn't find the general's shadow.

Later, when the reinforcements of the Celestial Dynasty arrived, the people of Wuquanbao finally found Zhao Litang's charred body.

"In other words, you didn't see General Zhao being scorched with your own eyes?"

Wu Quan was stunned and nodded.

Shen Huan waved his hand and asked someone to carry the body down to find a place to bury it, then frowned, "What happened to the barbarians?"

After Zhao Litang woke up, he could smell the dizzying incense that filled the tent. This smell was very unfamiliar and never existed in the Heavenly Dynasty.

He sat up, feeling weak all over, as if his muscles had been swept away, and he could no longer lift his luck.

The wound on the arm has been bandaged, and I don't know what herbal medicine was used. Now it is hot and no longer painful.

The surrounding environment is very unfamiliar, and complicated and strange patterns can be seen everywhere. He is also wearing a strangely shaped robe, embroidered with strange patterns, like some kind of ancient and mysterious totem.

Zhao Litang squinted his eyes, and everything in front of him gradually became familiar. Where had he seen such a pattern before.

Suddenly, he clenched his fists.

This is the barbarian barracks!

The curtain at the door was pulled up, and a few servants came in. He was not surprised when he saw Zhao Litang woke up. He hurried over to him and started to change the medicine for him, and then waited for him to change. Put on a more beautiful and luxurious robe.

Zhao Litang's internal strength has been unloaded, and because of the wounds all over his body, he is very weak, and even a person who does not know martial arts can't match, so he can only let this group of people mess around.

But he was full of doubts. He really didn't know what the barbarians wanted to do. If he didn't kill him, he wouldn't say anything, but now he is still treating his wounds.

"Let's go."

Those people pulled Zhao Litang to stand up and walked out of the tent.

There were also many barbarian soldiers outside the camp, each busy, and many people secretly glanced at him with the end of their eyes, wanting to see how this great general from the Celestial Dynasty, their number one enemy, was a fierce face.

But looking at it, this tall man with a handsome appearance and gentle eyebrows in front of him doesn't look like an evil spirit who kills people on the battlefield without blinking.

After walking a few steps, Zhao Litang's wound started to ache, and the smell of blood kept surging in his throat. He frowned and swallowed, calming himself down as soon as possible, and carefully observed the distribution of the surrounding military camps and topography.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, just at the door of a small tent not far away, just a back figure flashed past, and was pulled back into the tent by a few arrogant soldiers.

Zhao Litang's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes were fixed.

Seeing that he was not leaving, the servants next to him urged impatiently, "What are you looking at! Hurry up! If the leader is in a hurry, he will have your good fruit to eat!"

One person pushed Zhao Litang's back, and there was a wound on his back. As soon as the wound was pressed, a piercing pain struck.

Zhao Litang took a deep breath, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. He turned his head and asked, "Who lives there?"

A servant glanced at the small tent and smiled mysteriously, "There, it's a new 'noble'"

The other person poked his arm and reminded in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense if you shouldn't say it, be careful your tongue will be cut!"

Several people immediately did not dare to say any more, and pushed Zhao Litang to move on again.

After walking a few steps, a few barbarian soldiers carrying a huge wooden sculpture passed by. A sturdy wooden stick fell from the wooden sculpture. The servants quickly bent down and helped them pick it up.

But when he looked up, he found that Zhao Litang, who had been following behind them, was gone.

"Look! He's running over there! Chase!"

Zhao Litang clenched his fists, he didn't intend to escape at all, he ran to the small tent just now.

Even though it was right in front of me, why did I feel that the tent was so far away, my legs seemed to be filled with lead. Like a sound, the heaven and the earth are constantly spinning in front of my eyes.

Suddenly there was a scream behind him, and someone was chasing after him.

Panting out of breath, Zhao Litang finally ran to the door of the small tent, reaching out to lift the curtain to take a look.

But the hand stopped in place.

He was suddenly a little scared, afraid of what he might see.

What will you see?

His hand on the curtain slipped slowly.

The people who were chasing behind him also arrived. Seeing Zhao Litang standing there straight and not speaking, those servants couldn't figure out what he was trying to do for a while.

"Let's go, don't make your leader wait any longer."

Zhao Litang turned around slowly and walked away.

The servants glanced at each other suspiciously, and quickly followed.

Zhao Litang didn't have the mood to observe the surroundings, his mind was messed up, and he was led all the way to a large and luxurious tent.

The tent was filled with a dazzling array of food and wine, with a pleasant aroma. There were many guest seats on both sides, and Zhao Litang was placed in a position closest to the main seat.

The servants took him and left, leaving Zhao Litang alone in the huge tent.

Zhao Litang closed his eyes and recalled the back he saw just now. With just one glance, he could be sure that the person just now was Yue Slave!

He really isn't dead!

His identity as a barbarian has been exposed, so the barbarians didn't kill him? Has he taken refuge with the barbarians?

Or, for some other reason?

The more I thought about it, the more confused it became, especially when I thought of those rude soldiers who pulled the slender figure into the camp, and then did not come out for a long time.

In the end what happened!

Zhao Litang opened his eyes again, his eyes were red, his fingers clenched the wine glass on the table, and the wine was spilled all over his hands.

He was afraid that Yuenu would really take refuge in the barbarians and let them order them, and he was afraid that Yuenu would not take refuge in the barbarians and would endure hardships.

"General Zhao, it's been a long wait."

A voice sounded from behind the curtain, and then Amule walked in surrounded by the crowd, with a kind smile on his face, looking at Zhao Litang like he was looking at something.

Amule walked directly to the main seat and sat down. The other barbarian generals also took their seats, chatting and laughing with each other in a pleasant atmosphere. The originally empty tent was now full of excitement.

Amule picked up a glass of wine and toasted Zhao Litang, "General Zhao, this glass of wine is my self-punishment, so I will do it first as a tribute."

Zhao Litang looked at him indifferently, and after he finished his glass of wine, he said straight to the point, "Don't pretend to be polite with me, tell me, what is the purpose of arresting me? But if you die with this heart, it is better to kill me directly to avoid future troubles. Even if I die, the army of the Celestial Dynasty will sooner or later cross the desert of the border, conquer the territory of the barbarians, and avenge the lonely souls of my Celestial Empire!"

After the remarks, the entire camp was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Litang, looking at him, and then at his own leader, the atmosphere was tense for a while.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Amule suddenly laughed, "General Zhao has said everything to death, then I have nothing to say. Your reaction is similar to that of Master Pei, you don't even give yourself a way to escape, but Master Pei is more Ruthless, and even the envoys I sent to the ground to ashes, I really don't care about smearing the face of the great power of the Celestial Dynasty."

After speaking, Amule poured himself another glass of wine and looked at Zhao Litang with a smile.

"However, General Zhao misunderstood, I didn't want you to be a traitor, but"

Amule clapped his hands, the curtain of the tent was lifted again, and a figure walked in.