Chapter 370 Change of Heart
You can be anxious when doing things, but you can’t panic.
At the same time, people must also learn to be self-aware.
So, even if Uncle Zheng knows that he is really famous among the Yan army and is a popular person in front of the Marquis of Jingnan, in the final analysis, he is not a "native" of the Jingnan army. ".
Chen Yang Renjuan and the other generals were polite to him, who came from behind, and they recognized him, but after all, it was not a friendship that was stirred in a big pot and eaten with a spoon. In fact, there was still a relationship between them. So all-in-one.
Furthermore, in the Jingnan Army, including the entire Eastern Expeditionary Army at the moment, the truly unique figure is Tian Wujing.
Therefore, when Tian Wujing did not come forward to give orders and no royal order was given, if he wanted to mobilize the entire army around him, it would be too underestimated the military discipline under Tian Wujing's rule. .
However,
the enthusiasm of the masses cannot be ignored, and it does exist objectively.
So, at this time, "trust" needs to appear.
When I first opened my studio in my previous life, it was very difficult to run it. During the most difficult period, everyone had no living expenses;
Zheng Fan took everyone in the studio to a nearby real estate sales department to rent a house. Thanks, two hundred yuan per person a day and a lunch included.
That's how we got through that difficult time.
This time, the shill Zheng Fan was looking for was Li Fusheng.
Zheng Fan’s “performance” is wonderful,
But it is obviously impossible to be like the Marquis of Jingnan who wears gilt armor and stands proudly to get unconditional followers. Even if he used his own energy and blood when he shouted before, his voice can be transmitted higher and higher. Far away, but most of the Yan army soldiers are actually still hesitating.
Especially the general soldiers of the Jingnan Army were a little confused.
But as Zheng Fan killed a Chu man with one sword, and as Li Fusheng's cavalry began to charge, the surrounding Yan army formations finally began to move.
The Chu people were snatching food and had been hungry for many days. They were already weak and had removed their weapons. Now they were in a mess again. In front of the elite cavalry that had truly become an organization, they There's really no difference between a bunch of lambs huddled together.
Li Fusheng's cavalry crashed directly into the Chu people, waving their sabers and trampling on them with iron hoofs. For a while, the Chu people wailed across the field.
The rest of the Yan army took the initiative to break away from the formation and march out to join. Slowly, group after group, one after another, the Yan army cavalry began to charge from several directions towards the location where the Chu people gathered.
This is actually another form of "soldier roar",
It refers to the spontaneous mass reaction of soldiers on a large scale without an order from the top.
The senior officials, such as the generals and generals, seemed a little constrained.
On the one hand, they did not receive military orders. They only saw Zheng Fan riding Pixiu there and calling on everyone to kill prisoners. The military sense of order imprinted in their bones made them refuse to listen to Zheng Fan at this time. dispatch;
But on the other hand, everyone knows the relationship between Zheng Fan and Prince Jingnan. Zheng Fan suddenly took the risk of not violating the law and made such an incident. There is no guarantee that the shadow of his own prince is behind it.
So, these generals did not restrain their subordinates in a timely and effective manner at this time, and chose a default posture.
In short,
the rhythm,
was brought up.
Yan Jun raised his butcher knife and slashed wildly at the Chu people who were running away with their heads in their arms.
Zheng Fan, who caused this turmoil,
did not plunge into it again, like Li Fusheng, to enjoy this so-called bloody feast.
Anyway, it’s a foregone conclusion that I can’t make a move now;
Then let yourself take a break and be pretentious for a while.
The blade of the knife dropped downwards, and the blood drops on the blade fell bit by bit. The Pixiu under the crotch turned its head and looked at Zheng Fan on its back. It actually wanted to go in and play, but for some reason it was like this The "brother in distress" suddenly became quiet at this time.
The screams of the Chu people were endless, not to mention pleasant, but Uncle Zheng, who had experienced countless battles, was actually used to it.
Raise your head,
Looking into the distance,
In your heart,
But there was no shock and panic that he felt when he received this order from King Jingnan at first.
On the contrary, I felt a little relaxed and a little floating.
This is a very strange feeling. I can’t say I like it, but I don’t find it annoying either.
Pixiu under the crotch tried to take a step forward and walked forward. Seeing that Zheng Fan had no reaction, he walked forward again.
Just when he was about to let go and rush into the crowd to step on people,
Zheng Fan suddenly tightened the reins around its neck.
"Roar!"
Pixiu shouted with some dissatisfaction, but still followed Zheng Fan's instructions and ran away from the battlefield and went around to the north.
Gradually,
the shouts and screams gradually became lower,
It's not that all the Chu prisoners of war have been killed. Even if there are 40,000 pigs, it is not easy to kill them all in a short time.
The farther away you are, the less noisy you will be.
Pixiu pawed with dissatisfaction,
Zheng Fan turned over and walked to the riverside.
He imitated Tian Wujing's previous appearance, squatting down by the river, reaching out to grab a handful of water, and slapped it on his face.
The water is a little cold and has a slight earthy smell.
Zheng Fan shook his head,
turned back and sat by the river.
I raised my head again and looked at the sunset in the distance, sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing.
Immediately afterwards, he habitually took out an iron box from his chest. There was actually only one cigarette left in it.
He has not returned to Shengle since the expedition, so he naturally has no more Blind Man cigarettes to replenish. This last one was deliberately kept on his body as a thought.
I lit the cigarette with a fire stick,
Take a deep breath,
Zheng Fan slowly closed his eyes,
The mouth began to slowly Exhale smoke.
At this time, Zheng Fan's Pixiu became a little restless and even buried his head uncharacteristically.
Another adult beast slowly came here, and sitting on top was Tian Wujing.
Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan's current appearance with very calm eyes.
But there seems to be thunder hidden in it.
Tian Wujing fell to the ground, walked behind Zheng Fan, and said:
"Do you feel uncomfortable?"
When Tian Wujing's voice sounded from behind him,
Zheng Fan uncharacteristically did not stand up and salute immediately,
but naturally He reached out and shook the cigarette ashes,
and nodded.
"Look at how useless you are."
Nothing can be made without polishing it. Zheng Fan has always been regarded as his "student" by Tian Wujing.
In fact, no matter in which era, the heirs of the mantle are often more important than the heirs of one's own blood.
Children are just the continuation of one's own bloodline; and the mantle is the transmission of spirit.
After a few generations, no matter how deep the blood relationship is, it will actually fade away, but some spiritual things can often stay fresh for a long time.
It's just that being Tian Wujing's "student" seems very wonderful, but the pressure involved is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
When he is good to you, he is really good;
When he trains you, if something goes wrong, you will be gone.
"Your Majesty, I feel uncomfortable because I find that I don't feel uncomfortable in my heart."
Hearing this answer, Tian Wujing slowly closed his eyes.
Two men,
one is sitting and
the other is standing.
Standing has a high status,
Sitting has a low status;
After a long time,
Zheng Fan suddenly laughed,
threw the cigarette butt into the river,
reached out and grabbed a handful of mud beside him, and threw it into the river.
“You don’t like it?” Tian Wujing asked.
Zheng Fan raised his head,
looking at Tian Wujing standing behind him,
said:
"Your Majesty, I like to be like you, but I don't like to change. Become you. ”
What I want to be is you galloping on the battlefield with your cavalry like clouds,
I don't want to be like Tian Wujing and lead a life that is so depressing that it is no different from self-mutilation.
Tian Wujing nodded thoughtfully,
said:
"I know."
"Huh..."
Zheng Fan adjusted his body silently, changed his sitting position to kneeling on one knee, and faced Tian Wujing,
"My lord, please forgive me."
"What you said is only true. "In the military, it is only a crime to lie about military information, not to tell the truth."
Tian Wujing lowered his body and sat down by the river.
Looking at Zheng Fan who was kneeling there,
Tian Wujing reached out and patted the place beside him where Zheng Fan was sitting,
"Sit down."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
That's it,
Two Pixiu horses stood side by side and complained. The smaller one was obviously panicked and lacked confidence;
Just like the two men in front,
one's back is like a majestic mountain, while the other's aura seems to be suppressed and a little sluggish.
Although General Zheng responded to every call in the Shengle Army, on weekdays in Shengle City, he could even wave his hands to attract enthusiastic cheers from the local people;
But when he was next to Tian Wujing,< br>
Who can suppress him in terms of momentum?
Of course, there is no need to suppress this.
“Actually, I don’t want you to take the same path as me.”
Zheng Fan was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
Before, he just wanted to vent his emotions a little presumptuously, so he showed a rare true feeling.
After all, no matter how majestic Tian Wujing is, in Zheng Fan's view, he actually looks like a stern brother to himself.
As a younger brother, it is natural for a younger brother to cry, make trouble, and vent his emotions within certain limits.
Of course, this has to be done in a controlled manner.
If you pass it, it will become annoying;
Eunuch Wei once said that the Supervisor of Ceremonies lacks talents like Zheng Fan.
Because this kind of how to be intimate with the master without breaking the rules is really the most advanced knowledge for these slaves who want to climb up.
In Eunuch Wei's opinion, Zheng Fan is the master of this collection of Taoism.
But how you play is your own business. What Zheng Fan didn't expect was that Tian Wujing actually seemed to want to express his inner feelings at this time.
This made Zheng Fan instinctively feel a little frightened.
“This road is too bitter, too tiring, and too lonely.”
Zheng Fan knows that because this road is stained with blood, it cannot be cleaned or wiped away no matter what. Go to the blood.
"My lord, if you were given another chance, what would you choose?"
Zheng Fan couldn't help but ask this question.
Silence,
Silence,
Silence...
After a long time,
Tian Wujing showed a smile on his face. It was not a warm smile, but it was not a bitter smile either. There was even a slight hint of relief,
said:
"My king, I have already chosen."
At this time,
The surface of Wangjiang in front of the two of them had begun to turn red. It was upstream, and the blood of Chu people flowed into Wangjiang.
Tian Wujing pointed to the upstream direction,
said:
“Go up and have a look, don’t waste it, your layout is very big, but if you don’t have enough No matter how big the situation is, it will be empty after all."
Zheng Fan stood up silently, turned around, glanced at Tian Wujing, who was still sitting by the river, and then stepped away. Step by step, start walking upstream.
Tian Wujing's voice sounded again:
"Martial arts and life are actually the same. The higher you go, the more blood and corpses you see.
You You don’t have to like it, otherwise you will become like Li Fusheng and go astray;
You can’t be numb. When you are numb, you will ignore more than just what you don’t want to see.”
"My lord, what should I do?"
Zheng Fan asked as he walked south along the river.
“You have to learn to adapt.”
This is the answer given by Tian Wujing.
The blood in front of you is all fresh. You can see it rolling and staining on the river surface, and you can seem to smell the smell of blood permeating the air at the tip of your nose.
Zheng Fan adjusted his breathing and walked forward step by step. Tian Wujing's words were still echoing in his mind.
This is an instruction from a tyrannical being who was able to defeat the Sword Master in a single fight.
Zheng Fan naturally knows how important and precious this kind of advice is, so he must not waste it.
The Pixiu belonging to Zheng Fan saw Zheng Fan walking up alone, and instinctively wanted to follow him, but was blocked by the bigger Pixiu next to him.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun,
Zheng Fan walked slowly,
Gradually,
as the killings of the Chu people by the Yan army upstream began to intensify,
the blood on the river also began to become thicker and thicker.
It seems that due to the stimulation of the scene in front of him, the energy and blood in Zheng Fan's body began to gradually become restless.
The corpse of a Chu man floated down the river.
Next, there is the second body, the third body, the fourth body...
Soon, there is no need to count anymore, because some of them are already unclear.
Upstream, knights of the Yan Army began to chase downstream, using bows and arrows to kill the Chu people who tried to escape by hiding in the river.
The Chu people's water properties are generally much better than those of the Yan people.
But since the killers have already begun, the Yan people will naturally not be polite, let alone give the Chu people the possibility to escape.
When the knights passed by Zheng Fan, they naturally recognized Zheng Fan and the uncle Ping Ye.
Seeing that the commander-in-chief who had previously set off a wave of killings and prisoners was actually walking south alone, some knights greeted him, and some knights just slapped the armor on their chests with their sabers in response. .
But after seeing that Zheng Fan seemed to have no time to pay attention to them, and was just walking south alone with his head buried in thought, these knights did not stop and continued to chase their targets.
When the butcher knife is struck, it is naturally impossible to stop it in time.
I think back then, when the Marquis of Jingnan killed his entire family, those Jingnan soldiers who were red-eyed and under great psychological pressure almost killed the Queen as well. .
But fortunately, there are enough Chu prisoners of war here. Even if it is not enough for all Yan soldiers to cut off a head, it is more than enough to splatter some blood on their armor.
While walking, Zheng Fan suddenly felt that there seemed to be a shadow beside him.
On the left side of my body, it seems to be walking with me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man wearing a black sweater with a cigarette in his mouth. His eye sockets were sunken and his knuckles were white.
This person is very familiar, the kind of familiarity that almost breaks through the barrier.
But it was so strange, as if they were strangers from a long time ago.
No matter how strong the lovesickness is, no matter how much nostalgia, once it is divided into the present and the past, it will become a real world away from each other.
Zheng Fan felt that his vision began to become a little blurry.
His perception,
suddenly showed some deviations and confusion;
Who am I?
I am Zheng Fan.
Then me,
Who is Zheng Fan?
In my mind, the image of myself working on a manuscript in the studio seemed to reappear. The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and there were two buckets of instant noodles in the trash can at my feet.
The curtains are tightly closed, so it is impossible to distinguish between day and night. The rhythm of life that begins with sunrise and ends with sunset has long ceased to be the mainstream for some people.
“Dong dong dong!”
“Dong dong dong!”
“Ahhhhhh!”
Ears,
The sound of horse hooves began to be heard, as well as the shrill screams of Chu people who were hit by arrows in the Wangjiang River.
These voices dragged Zheng Fan out of the whirlpool of memory again. He opened his eyes again in a daze, and was met with a gust of dust, which made him confused.
"Uncle!"
"My lord!"
From time to time, cavalrymen passing by saluted him, Zheng Fan just rubbed his eyes with his hands, No response.
Finally,
his eyes felt much better,
but when he carefully looked to the left side of his body again, he found that he was still there in the sweatshirt;< br>
Still following the frequency of his own pace, walking forward step by step, and there is a smile on his face, and this smile is for himself.
Is it sarcasm?
It doesn't seem like it.
Is it disdain?
No.
On the contrary, it seemed that I saw something interesting, which made me laugh.
Zheng Fan reached out and patted his head. He didn't know if this was the feeling he wanted to find, but he felt a little uncomfortable now and wanted to get out.
Moreover, Zheng Fan did not dare to shift his gaze to the left and began to turn to the right, hoping that there would no longer be any dazzling presence in his field of vision.
But he was wrong,
because at this moment he discovered that
to his right,
actually there was also a person standing.
This man was covered in blood and wore the same armor as himself. In fact, he was exactly the same as himself now;
The only difference may be the red pupils in the other person's eyes and the expression on his face. A look of greed and enjoyment.
Zheng Fan couldn't help but cover his ears with both hands.
He felt that he should have entered some kind of mental abnormal state now.
Maybe he was stimulated by his order to kill prisoners,
It may also be stimulated by Tian Wujing's previous words,
Or,
It may also be the emotions and problems that have accumulated deep in my heart over the past few years. At this time, was completely released.
Who am I,
?
This is a question many people ask themselves.
And now,
it is another question that Zheng Fan urgently wants to know the answer to.
What a pity,
The blind man is not with him now.
Zheng Fan stopped, lowered his head and squatted down.
In my mind, various pictures began to appear in a chaotic manner.
After a while, I was in the ward where I was being euthanized;
After a while, I was standing at the top of the Snow Customs City, looking at the savages who were attacking the city below;
All of a sudden, I was standing in the roast duck shop, watching Xiao Liuzi looking at me with a smile, holding a roast duck in his hand;
Then
he found himself standing in front of a birthday cake, and the friends in the studio sang happy birthday to celebrate his birthday.
Along with the rapid flipping of the screen, came an extremely strong sense of nausea.
"vomit..."
Zheng Fan put his hands on the ground and began to retching violently.
He was in so much pain, his brain hurt so much, it felt like his whole body was being torn apart, and unfortunately, he didn't know where he should go.
The blind man was a psychiatrist in his last life. In fact, the other demon kings are not ordinary. In terms of character, even the most honest Fan Li, how dare you think he is so honest?
But, maybe this is darkness under the lamp.
Having been with the demon kings for a long time, Zheng Fan has actually been making progress and changing himself to adapt to them and at the same time, to the world;
The demon kings were also happy with the changes in their master, because if nothing unexpected happened, everyone would have to be bound together all the time. Naturally, they did not want their master to never make progress and lie there forever eating and waiting to die.
But Zheng Fan is a human being after all.
The demon kings have their own experiences and their own personalities.
Even after the world wakes up, they have actually been based on their own The nature of life is to live without accommodating others. In short, being happy and doing whatever you want is the most important thing.
Zheng Fan was forcibly polished in a short period of time. Deep in his heart, he had actually accumulated too many negative emotions, but there was no place to pour them out.
And the demon kings also habitually regard the lord who is getting more and more progressive and changing as one of their own.
In the darkness under the lamp, even the blind man did not notice Zheng Fan's emotional and psychological changes, so he naturally did not sort out or mediate.
Originally, these problems would not have broken out at this time, because Zheng Fan could continue to endure, and his endurance had not yet reached its limit.
But today,
it broke out.
Some cavalrymen shouted "Uncle" or "Sir" when passing by Zheng Fan;
Then not long after, they saw their prince walking behind, and immediately shouted:
"Your Majesty!"
Tian Wujing followed Zheng Fan,
He had no intention of following him originally.
What he wanted was to use this blood energy to allow Zheng Fan to break through the realm of a warrior who was stagnant at the seventh level;
He felt that it was not difficult because Zheng Fan was highly qualified.
But gradually,
Tian Wujing discovered that things seemed to be heading in an unknown direction.
Compared with the restlessness of Zheng Fan's blood, Zheng Fan's own thoughts seemed to be in an extremely complicated and painful situation.
This is no longer as simple as breaking through from the seventh level to the sixth level,
This is,
going crazy.
Being obsessed is a dangerous threshold that many martial arts practitioners need to face, but Tian Wujing did not expect that this would happen to Zheng Fan at this time, because he had never heard of it. It is said that when the seventh level enters the sixth level, one will become obsessed with it.
This feeling is like Zhang San stole Li Si’s chicken and needs to go to the Jinluan Palace to ask His Majesty to judge.
Finally,
Tian Wujing saw Zheng Fan in front of him, holding his head in his hands and squatting on the ground. His body began to twitch and spasm, and the energy and blood in his body were gradually changing in an uncontrollable direction.
No matter how military god Tian Wujing is, it is impossible for him to know the secret of Zheng Fan's "two generations";
So, in Tian Wujing's view, it may be because of "force" It was too tight and the methods used were too drastic. Zheng Fan finally couldn't bear the pressure, which triggered signs of collapse.
Just as Zheng Fan regards Tian Wujing as a bit like his own brother,
Tian Wujing does not really regard this guy as someone who dares to take in his son without hesitation. A subordinate;
People
all have feelings.
No matter how cold a person is, he is still a human being.
Tian Wujing's right palm slowly spread out, and on his side, blue aura began to slowly emerge.
Everyone knows that King Jingnan of the Yan Kingdom is a third-grade tyrannical martial artist, but few people know that Tian Wujing actually has Taoist abilities, although he does not practice Taoism.
Using Taoist mental methods, forcibly concentrating and shaping the mind was enough to pull Zheng Fan back from his obsessive state.
But,
before Tian Wujing could make any move,
he saw a wisp of black energy coming out of Zheng Fan’s body. This black energy, It smells of filth and filth.
Tian Wujing stopped, his eyes slightly focused, and did not move forward again.
Zheng Fan in front also stopped retching, his body no longer twitched as before, and he even staggered to his feet again.
Everyone has an opportunity.
From Tian Wujing's perspective, he didn't care that Zheng Fan had some little secrets of his own, and as a general in command, it was impossible for him to treat him like a country Qi practitioner. The harsh distinction between good and evil.
As long as that thing can be useful to Zheng Fan, he doesn't mind the existence of that thing.
Of course, the premise is that it is really useful.
"It's a bit...interesting."
...
"Jiejie...Jiejie...Jiejie..."
Childish laughter began to spread into Zheng Fan's ears.
Zheng Fan raised his head in confusion and looked forward.
He saw Magic Pill wearing a bellyband standing there, looking at him.
Beside me,
the two selves, one on the left and one on the right,
are still there,
they are also doing the same thing as me. action.
For a moment,
Zheng Fan was a little confused, a little unsure,
the magic pill in front of him,
who was he calling.
When a person loses his or her identity, the fear and uneasiness will be all-round. The sense of alienation is worse than walking on the streets of a city late at night, only to find that there is no place for oneself in this city. The desolation of the earth is countless times more intense.
It seems that he is an abandoned child. Although the world is big, there is no place for him to stay.
Tian Wujing did not take action,
Magic Pill did.
What is Mowan's specialty?
He is good at using illusions to pull people into them. He uses various things in the illusions to continuously enlarge the loopholes in the soul, and finally makes his prey collapse. and hysteria.
This is the fun of Magic Pill;
Of course,
In other words,
A person who is good at asking questions must first understand it on a deeper level. Problem-solving ideas.
Magic Pill is also very curious,
On weekdays, as long as his "daddy" is not shot or chopped,
it can sleep leisurely and leisurely hiding in the specially designed groove of the armor.
But I fell asleep,
Suddenly I realized something was wrong,
When I woke up, I saw,
I found that my "dad" had actually made a situation for myself, and was about to trap myself to death.
You can die,
But you can be killed by me,
What do you mean by committing suicide?
This was the first thought after Mowan woke up, and after this thought arose, it appeared almost without hesitation, even if there was a statue of Lingmawan standing behind his father. I feel a bit frightened by the existence of terror.
"Jiejie...Jiejie...Jiejie..."
In Zheng Fan's field of vision, Mowan was still smiling.
Zheng Fan became more and more confused. He even started to hide away. He had somewhat forgotten who he was and did not dare to admit who he was. He was like... a shady person.
“Bah, bang, bang!!!!”
Magic Pill ran towards this side on its own initiative.
In fact, if you don't pay special attention to Mamaru's eyes, Mamaru is really a very cute baby image.
Moreover, if you look at his eyes for a long time, you can actually get used to them.
Magic Pill ran to Zheng Fan,
To be precise,
ran in front of three people.
Mowan stretched out his chubby hand,
It was like a child who ran ahead and found that his father had not followed, so he ran back again and wanted to hold his father's hand. Dad ran forward together.
Zheng Fan, who was wearing a sweatshirt on the left, stretched out his hand,
Zheng Fan, who was wearing armor on the right, also stretched out his hand.
Only Zheng Fan himself did not dare to move.
But Mowan did not touch their hands,
but continued to wait for Zheng Fan.
Are you...waiting for me?
Zheng Fan was a little unbelievable. At this time, he seemed to have fallen into a quagmire. He really couldn't believe that someone would reach out to grab him.
Actually, everyone has their own sensitive period. No matter how strong a man or woman looks, they will lie in bed alone late at night after encountering something exciting or their emotions have accumulated to a certain extent. Crying silently, my normally rough nerves seemed to have become extremely sensitive at that moment.
Zheng Fan is in this state now. He is actually still Zheng Fan, but at this moment, he is extremely fragile.
“Put it on…………Put it on…………”
The magic pill is urging.
Finally,
Zheng Fan stretched out his hand tremblingly,
Mowan took the initiative and grabbed Zheng Fan's hand.
He,
choose me?
In an instant,
a feeling of recognition came over me, as if my world had become bright again.
The previous cowardice, fear, panic and other emotions all began to dissipate at this time;
Also dissipated were the two selves around him.
I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain;
When Zheng Fan was pulled to his feet by the magic pill,
When Zheng Fan’s eyes suddenly opened again When opened,
When his sight was no longer sentimental,
he regained reality.
Recalling my previous vulnerability, I even felt a little ridiculous.
What happened to me?
How could I have such ridiculous thoughts?
Is this still me?
If the blind man and the others knew, they would really be laughed to death.
Zheng Fan stood up straight,
even subconsciously trying to cover up his previous gaffe,
He laughed twice,
and then stretched again.
In an instant,
the Qi and blood that had been restless for a long time in the body suddenly became docile and began to flow in an orderly manner.
The threshold of realm that had been stuck on Zheng Fan before was naturally broken through.
There was no earth-shattering wave of air,
there was no roaring wind in the surrounding areas,
yes,
only a faint black light flashed from Zheng Fan's body. The speed is so fast that no one can catch it.
Even Zheng Fan himself,
Didn't you notice at this time that you had "advanced" in such a low-key way?
However, the sudden refreshing feeling still made Zheng Fan feel extremely comfortable.
Upstream, the screams of Chu people were still coming. Zheng Fan yawned. He didn't feel excited, but he didn't feel how cruel or scary.
When every army goes out to war, they are actually prepared to kill and be killed. Is this so strange?
Turn around and look at the Wangjiang River that had been dyed red with the blood of the Chu people upstream, Zheng Fan couldn't help but kneel down by the riverside,
He buried his face directly into the river,
for a long time,
before he raised his head,
and sat upright again.
“Huh…………Huh…………”
Zheng Fan wiped the water drops on his face with his hands and exhaled loudly.
Turned his head,
only to find Tian Wujing standing there not far away,
Zheng Fan couldn't help laughing and said:
"Your Majesty, this The river water tastes good now!”
...
After the alliance was concluded, the Chu people left the city;
King Jingnan gave an order and slaughtered 40,000 Chu army prisoners of war, and the Wangjiang River was dyed red with blood.
The news reached Yanjing,
The court was furious,
Emperor Yan was furious;
Immediately,
two edicts were issued,
one was sent to Chu to express apology;
the other was sent to Yu Pancheng, reprimanded Tian Wujing for being domineering and arrogant, and cut off the king's title;
The King of Jingnan has changed back to the Marquis of Jingnan. (End of this chapter)