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Following Wen Yue's order, the rest of the guards scattered and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets.

There was also a group led by the old ghost who went straight to the Marshal's Mansion.

"Rebellion, rebellion!" Geng Lie roared, pulled out the long sword hanging on a pillar nearby, pointed it at Wen Yue, and shouted angrily: "Wen Yue, I am a third-rank official of the imperial court, minister of the Ministry of War. Do you dare to kill me?"

Wen Yue's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he suppressed the anger that had been ignited.

Walking up to Geng Lie, he grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. With a ferocious look on his face, he squeezed out the words through his teeth: "Don't you just want credit? I fought the battle." , share your four successes, are you still not satisfied?"

Wen Yue did not take all the credit for defeating the enemy twice, and all the Tongguan guards had a share.

As the coach of Tongguan, Geng Lie got a lot of points.

They just wait for the return of spring and everyone will go back to join the ranks.

"They actually colluded with the Northern Wei Dynasty to set a trap for me."

"Just to kill me, you gave up 20,000 robes from Tongguan."

"Yu Wenxing led an army of 30,000 to cut off my retreat. Only 3,000 people are left after this trip."

"A lot of people died, a lot of people died for me."

Seeing that Geng Lie's complexion had turned red and he was speechless, Wen Yue let go of Geng Lie.

Geng Lie suddenly took a long breath, his complexion improved, and even the long sword he was carrying fell to the ground with a thud.

It was too easy for him to die like this, and it was difficult to understand Wen Yue's hatred.

It is difficult to avenge the dead soldiers, and it is difficult to avenge the three tigers.

The so-called compromise and balance are nothing more than political means from the top.

Wen Yue understood that he was too naive and immature.

Even the imperial edict they invited only said to try their best to rescue Annan.

As far as the imperial court was concerned, if Tongguan was not lost, it would not matter how many people died, and it did not matter who died.

Geng Lie, who was thrown to the ground, trembled all over as he heard the horrifying screams coming from the next door.

He did feel fear and fear.

There is also regret in my heart, and I regret that I should not have plotted against Wen Yue in the first place.

In fact, as long as you do nothing, you will get a lot of credit.

Character determines success or failure. Geng Lie is not a good person to begin with, let alone in this kind of environment.

Under the temptation of Zheng Zhong's huge interests, he chose to dive in.

"Ahem."

"I just don't like you. I just want to take all the credit from Mo, so what? I am the coach, and I deserve all that."

"You wouldn't think that this commander would make trouble against Wang Zhi, right?"

"What kind of bastard is he? He deserves me to avenge him. If it weren't for his family's collection of two hundred books, would I marry my sister to him?"

"Just in time, you killed him, I still want to thank you."

"It's a pity that you didn't die under my handsome plan."

"Why don't you die? Why can you come back alive?"

Geng Lie stood up, pointed at Wen Yue, and shouted sternly: "Yu Wenxing is a waste, a waste!"

Tu Shanjun in the soul banner looked at Geng Lie in astonishment. This guy must have lost his mind and gone crazy. He is still irritating Wen Yue so much. Could it be that he disliked his death too slowly? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?

Wen Yue was indeed irritated, his whole body was shaking with anger, and he raised his palm to slap Geng Lie to death.

It's just that after raising the palm, it didn't fall down.

"Kill me. If you have the guts, Wen Yue, kill me, otherwise I will kill them all."

Geng Lie looked around at the soldiers who were rummaging through boxes and cabinets: "Don't look for it. There is no letter or evidence. I have wiped them all out long ago. No matter how much you search, you can't find a word or a picture."

"Hahaha!"

Geng Lie was indeed irritating Wen Yue. He knew that if he did not die in Wen Yue's hands today, he would definitely die if he was sent back to Liangdu.

Regardless of Emperor Liang's balancing of civil and military affairs, or even using civil society to control military affairs, this kind of plotting against border generals would definitely be intolerable to Emperor Liang.

If he hadn't died here, he would have killed at least three tribes after being sent back to Liangdu after being sent to Liangdu by Wen Yue.

Because Wen Yue shared the credit, many generals did not say so openly, but in fact they definitely favored Wen Yue. If An Nanbo called for a petition again, he might kill the nine tribes.

Escape by yourself and being sent back are two different treatments.

Mentors, friends, nepotism, or family brothers and sisters can't help.

Zheng Zhong in the palace could not protect him.

The three chief assistants will not help him because of this matter.

This matter has become a hot potato and no one can take it.

The only solution for now is to survive in death.

As long as Wen Yue kills him, regardless of whether his past plans are known to Emperor Liang or not, Wen Yue will be punished.

Killing an official is treason, not to mention killing court officials without permission.

"Why did he want to die?"

Tu Shanjun frowned slightly. He had never experienced this kind of struggle and didn't quite understand what was going on.

However, Tu Shanjun felt that this man's behavior was very abnormal. If it were normal, Wen Yue would definitely be killed. He used Wang Zhi's death as an entry point, and then used his words to influence Wen Yue, making Wen Yue who was currently angry Yue calmed down.

Fight to survive.

How could he be like this now, constantly irritating Wen Yue, as if he wanted to die.

Based on the simplest logical analysis, if he died, what would be the benefit?

Wen Yue was furious, his pale hair was hanging around in the wind, and he really wanted to slap Geng Lie to death in front of him.

But it would be too cheap for him to die like this.

"Tietou!" Wen Yue yelled.

Tietou, who was torturing Master next door, walked up to Wen Yue and held up a silk book with Master Yu's signature on it.

Wen Yue grabbed the silk book and pointed at Geng Lie: "To torture him, I want to know all the people related to this matter."

Wen Yue was striding out of the pavilion when Geng Lie's panicked shouts sounded behind him.

He wanted to die, but he didn't want to be tortured to death.

Wen Yue sat on the floor in front of the steps of the pavilion. Hearing Geng Lie's screams coming from behind, he opened the silk book.

"Buzz."

The soul flag shook. Wen Yue took out the soul flag, opened it, and saw the words on the soul flag: "He is seeking death."

"I know."

Wen Yue nodded: "Sir, of course I know that he is asking for death. He is afraid of being executed by the Nine Clan."

"But there is hatred in my heart!" Wen Yue's face was twisted and his face twitched.

He still remembered what Sanhu said to him. Sanhu didn't cry bitterly or resentfully. He just said to himself innocently: "Brother-in-law, it hurts so much."

Wen Yue burst into tears.

Tears fell to the ground.

His withered white hair made him look like an old man.

He was distressed.

Even if Geng Lie wanted to threaten him with death, Wen Yue would not let him go.

It is indeed the best way to send him back to Liangdu, but this is to leave it to others to decide life and death, and to use legal channels to convict him.

It is impossible to say that Geng Lie would have committed suicide out of fear of his crime on the road or in prison and still be able to preserve his reputation.

But Wen Yue didn't want to.

Sanhu doesn’t understand what revenge is, but he does.

Tushanjun sighed.

After experiencing so much, Tu Shanjun saw and understood: "The progress of the weak will always bring suffering to those around them."

If you want to break the established class, you have to pay a huge price.

Sacrifice and bloodshed are inevitable.

But should we stop moving forward?

No.

Gotta go.

Move forward step by step.

An hour later.

Tietou walked to Wen Yue's side, with warm blood on his body, and handed Wen Yue a silk book again.

"Sir, he is still alive."

Wen Yue took the silk book, took out the long knife from his waist and walked into the main hall.