It was said that it was late and that it was so fast. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Zhong Hua reluctantly stood up and looked at the four fingers of his right hand that had been cut off by Qi Gen... only a bare and bloody palm was left, and his face turned pale.
As a martial artist, Zhong Hua is no better than a useless person at this time.
Shao Hu, Zhao Hua and others also came after hearing the sound. When they saw the tragic situation in the house, they all turned pale with fright. They looked at Xiong Wuliang again and felt relieved when they saw that the latter was fine.
Xiong Wuliang didn't care about Yin Liangkai, who was tied up with five flowers, but shouted loudly: "Medical officer! Medical officer!"
The doctor hurried in and quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged Zhong Hua. Zhong Hua's face was pale and full of despair. He didn't make any movements and seemed to not feel any pain. He just let the medical officer manipulate him.
When Shaohu saw it, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
As both warriors, Shao Hu can best understand Zhong Hua's feelings at this moment.
Although he is usually very competitive and has always wanted to compete with Zhong Hua in various fields... But now that Zhong Hua's 'strong rival' has been deposed by the Song people, the person who is most sad and intolerable is Shao Hu.
After a moment, the medical officer raised his hand to Xiong Wuliang and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, General Zhong is not seriously ill."
Xiong Wuliang breathed a long sigh of relief, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Yin Liangkai who was pinned to the ground expressionlessly.
Everyone in the room felt a ferocious anger rising from Xiong Wuliang's body!
The ferocity of this anger made even Zhao Hua tremble with fear.
Everyone knew what Zhong Hua's position was in Xiong Wuliang's conscience - he was the commander of the personal guard camp appointed by Xiong Wuliang himself, a confidant who could be trusted with his life.
And Zhong Hua did save Xiong Wuliang's life at the critical moment this time.
Twenty years ago, this veteran was the personal commander of the old monarch Xiong Wei... He followed the old monarch and fought for his whole life. He was also Xiong Wuliang's last team when he inherited the fief. The fiefdom developed into what it is now...
Zhong Hua is now in his forties, and in the Warring States period when the average life expectancy was not long, he was already considered half an elderly person.
Everyone knew that Xiong Wuliang appointed him as the commander-in-chief of the personal army camp just so that this old-hearted confidant could gradually stay away from the pain of leading troops in battles and gradually enjoy his old age.
But now...
Seeing the tragic situation of old Zhong Hua at this time, who can not feel sad for him?
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Xiong Wuliang stared at Yin Liangkai coldly, without any emotion in his voice: "Did Zi Yan send you here?"
Yin Liangkai knew that he would die, so he became hardened, gritted his teeth and turned his head without saying a word.
Xiong Wuliang smiled coldly and felt a surge of blood in his temples that kept beating——
"Don't say yes."
"Somebody come!"
Several soldiers were already furious. After hearing Xiong Wuliang's call, they immediately stepped forward and handed over their hands: "Here you are!"
"Ling Chi, use a blunt knife." Xiong Wuliang waved his hand coldly, signaling to drag Yin Liangkai down.
Yin Liangkai was obviously panicked and immediately began to struggle: "Mi Liang! A real man can't kill someone with just a nod... Why do you have to humiliate me..."
The soldiers ignored his struggle and carried him out angrily. Immediately, there was a continuous scream outside the tent... After half an hour, the screams became smaller and smaller, and gradually became louder and louder. Hoarse, finally silent...
Xiong Wuliang remained silent, and then looked at Zhong Hua, who had his head lowered and had no desire to live, his face was ashen.
Everyone in the room looked at Xiong Wuliang, and no one dared to say a word.
Everyone knows that Xiong Wuliang is still in a rage - he can't swallow this breath!
Yin Liang Kai was the imperial guard general of King Yan of the Song Dynasty. If there was no instruction from King Yan of the Song Dynasty behind this assassination, Xiong Wuliang would never believe it!
Xiong Wuliang's mind was spinning rapidly...Why did Song Wangyan do this? At this time, the way back has been blocked... where should we go?
After Zhao Hua pondered for a long time, his face showed a look of astonishment, and he coughed slightly, breaking the silence in the room: "My lord... the Song Dynasty may have felt threatened."
"Our army has been victorious in successive battles and has taken control of the Qinnan area. Then the Song State, which was once the 'Qi-Chu Buffer Zone', has now become an obstacle that hinders the connection between the Chu State's territories."
"The purpose of Song's rebellion at this time is to swallow up our lonely Chu army! To prevent the land of Qinnan from falling into the hands of our great Chu!"
Xiong Wuliang raised his eyebrows: "By doing this, the Song Kingdom is not afraid that my uncle (King Huai of Chu) will be angry and raise troops to destroy the Song Dynasty?"
Zhao Hua explained in a deep voice: "As long as we make sure that Qinnan is not owned by the Chu State...Whether it is the Yan State or the Qi State, the Song State will have a thigh to hug!"
Xiong Wuliang nodded.
suddenly see the light.
This King Yan of the Song Dynasty is worthy of being you - this skill of repeatedly jumping horizontally made Xiong Wuliang, who thought he was already devoid of martial ethics, still willing to be defeated.
Zhao Hua frowned and reminded in a low voice: "My lord, I have to say something immodest - I, Zhao, am somewhat resourceful, but I just figured this out... There must be something behind King Yan of the Song Dynasty. A wily and scheming person advises him!"
Xiong Wuliang waved: "Map!"
All the soldiers took the map and unfolded it on the long table. Zhao Hua Shaohu and others gathered around. Only Zhong Hua, whose face was pale and had lost his soul, was still sitting where he was.
Xiong Wuliang glanced at Zhong Hua, thought for a moment, and called out in a low voice: "Uncle Zhong...General Zhong!"
“Mi Liang’s survival is all thanks to Uncle Zhong!”
"General Zhong, please take good care of yourself... I still need you to command the barracks of my own army!"
Zhong Hua shook his head silently, and after a moment he whispered in a hoarse voice: "The old minister is already a useless man, and he is no longer able to defend the young master..."
Xiong Wuliang slammed the desk in front of him and raised his voice: "Nonsense!"
"Since ancient times, all members of the personal guard must be extremely loyal... There are 200,000 people in my fiefdom, but when it comes to the commander of the personal guard camp, who else can be other than you?"
"So what if my hand is broken? It doesn't matter if my arm is broken! There are eight hundred personal guards here. You, General Zhong, only need to sit back and take command. There is no need for you to go into battle again and again to fight!"
The whole house was silent.
Zhao Hua coughed lightly and smiled comfortingly: "General Zhong, if the old gentleman is alive in heaven, I don't know how grateful I am to you right now!"
Zhao Hua mentioned Lao Xiong Wei with this sentence, and Zhong Hua finally had a glimmer of light in his eyes.
In the Danyang battle between Qin and Chu, Xiong Weili died in the battle, but Zhong Hua, the personal commander, lived until now...it has always been a shackle in his heart.
Now that he had sacrificed his life to save Xiong Wuliang, although his right hand was crippled, he felt as if he had finally given up the shackles.
Tears flowed freely.
Seeing that Zhong Hua's attitude seemed to have softened, Xiong Wuliang and Zhao Hua looked at each other and then said, "Come here, help the general of my bodyguard to rest!"
All the soldiers helped Zhong Hua up and helped the latter away.
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Looking at the map again, everyone's expressions darkened.
The situation is not optimistic!
There is still food in the army, but it will not last long... A huge amount of food was seized previously, but it was all returned to the fief.
At this moment, where to go?
Xiong Wuliang's face was gloomy. After a moment, he waved his hand and made a prompt decision——
"Go east..."
