Cheng Yaojin fell to the ground and Wei Zheng held his sword against his throat.
"Lord Wei, Wei Jianjun, what are you trying to do?"”
Cheng Yaojin had only been playing with the broad axe for a few breaths before his face turned pale and he was sweating profusely. He had used up all his strength.
It could be seen how weak his body was now.
Wei Zheng snorted coldly." Look at your current state. How can you still have the cheek to be the Great General of the Left?!"”
"What face do you have to call yourself a vanguard general under Lin Shuai?”
Cheng Yaojin smiled coldly and laid on the ground.
"Come on, just kill me with one sword!”
"I, Old Cheng, am no longer the Great General of the Left!”
"Whoever wants to be the Great General can do it!"
Wei Zheng's voice froze.
His anger rose.
"You ungrateful plague pig, look at your down-and-out appearance!”
"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
The Dragon Spring Sword moved forward an inch, and the sharp blade instantly cut open Cheng Yaojin's skin.
A trace of blood seeped out.
Cheng Yaojin's temper also rose. His broad palm directly grabbed the Dragon Spring Sword.
The sharp blade directly cut into the flesh, and the wound was so deep that the bone could be seen!
"What are you doing!"
Wei Zheng was shocked and furious!
"Come on, didn't you want to kill me?”
"Come on!"
Cheng Yaojin exclaimed. This was the first time they had met in three years!
Three years ago, after Lin Shuai left the imperial court, they didn't look for each other anymore.
"Anyway, I should have died a long time ago!"
"Three years ago, if it wasn't for Lin Shuai who dug me out from the pile of corpses, I, Old Cheng, would have been buried at the border with those 90,000 brothers!”
"Come on, do it!"
Wei Zheng's heart trembled.
He knew that this seemingly carefree vanguard general.
She was more meticulous than anyone else, and she was also the most persistent about the past.
Cheng Yaojin had personally experienced the battle three years ago.
As the vanguard general of the army, he was a survivor of that catastrophe and also a victim.
The pain of losing their comrades and loved ones was even deeper than they had experienced.
His disappointment and even hatred for the Great Tang was even more extreme than theirs!
Cheng Yaojin's eyes were filled with tears. His huge body trembled as he roared.
"Do you know how I, Old Cheng, spent the past three years?”
"When I close my eyes, it's a battlefield!”
"It's the brothers crawling all over the ground!"
"That night at Black Water City, the brothers guarding the city were so hungry that they had no strength left.”
"These animals know that we have no food, but they can't figure out why we can still fight.”
"So they cut open the bellies of those brothers!”
"Fourth son, Old Zhao, Huyan boy…"
"That's how he died!"
Cheng Yaojin gradually lost control of his emotions, and he tightened his grip on the Dragon Spring Sword!
Blood dripped down the blade!
The tent was exceptionally quiet.
"Do you know what's in their stomachs?”
"Have you ever seen your brothers who have been together day and night get their stomachs cut open?”
Cheng Yaojin's voice was trembling, and he choked up, unable to speak.
Wei Zheng looked at him in a daze.
"Lin Shuai and I spent a lot of effort to bring the remaining tens of thousands of people up the city walls.”
"We were too late."
" The stomachs of those brothers who were cut open…"
"It's full of turf and horse manure."
……
……
Wei Zheng closed his eyes, and a warm current flowed out of his eyes.
He was familiar with the names that Cheng Yaojin had mentioned.
Many vivid faces appeared in front of his eyes.
In the cold of Liaodong, the scene of them waving the Tang flag was still vivid in his mind.
In the tent, Cheng Yaojin's voice became hoarse.
Like a shadow elongated by candlelight, it was filled with vicissitudes that did not match him at all.
"Lin Shuai is gone!"
"Old Hei and Old Qin don't want to see anyone!”
"Brothers, scatter or die!”
"The border can still be fought, but His Majesty actually compromised with the Outsiders!”
"Why do you think?”
"So Your Majesty is such a heroic person.”
"Why is this happening?"
……
……
Cheng Yaojin let go of Wei Zheng's Dragon Spring Sword.
He staggered back to the bed, raised the wine pot with his bloody palm, and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth.
Blood and wine fell into his mouth.
In the end, he finished the wine in one gulp and threw the wine jug far away. He lay on the bed and muttered in a weak voice.
"In Chang 'an, all of you have gone into seclusion, and some of you have been imprisoned.”
"Tell me, without you guys around, who am I going to tell about this pain?”
……
……
Wei Zheng's arm fell weakly.
This was the first time he felt so guilty.
In these three years, he was not the only one who was disheartened and in pain.
Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Cheng Yaojin, and the others were the same.
However, he only cared about himself. He thought that he had seen through everything and was enjoying himself in the prison.
Wasn't this a form of selfishness?
Wei Zheng took a deep breath and slowly made up his mind.
This time, he had to make Lin Shuai change his mind!
Whether it was returning to court!
Or…
Wei Zheng's originally cloudy eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.
"Zhijie, we have Lin Shuai's whereabouts!"”
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