Late at night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
Two figures wearing black cloaks suddenly appeared on the wasteland.
One figure is tall and the other is thin. They stand opposite each other, but there is no hostility between them.
"Haha... I have been waiting for you here for two days. In those two days, you didn't come over. I thought you gave up this opportunity."
"Will not."
The voice sounded like that of an old man.
He shook his head and said: "I know my position in Daxia very well. After today's battle, I have strengthened my heart, so I came here."
"The right choice."
"What are you going to do next? Or...what do you want me to do?"
The old man sneered and asked.
"There is nothing you need to do. You only need to obey the marshal's orders during the battle. Other than that, there is nothing else required of you."
"Well, what benefits can I get after it's done?"
The man paused and snorted coldly, seemingly dissatisfied.
"Isn't it enough to be our general?"
"That's the only way? What's the difference between that and Daxia?"
The old man was even more dissatisfied than him.
"At least, you can get enough respect here, and our marshal always cherishes and loves talents, and will never behave like Li Ruyi."
"Then?"
"After every battle, we will receive a large sum of money. I can tell you clearly that when this battle is won, you can bring your family here and let them live a life without worries about food and clothing. .”
"Ah……"
The old man shrugged and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see them again."
"One general's achievements will lead to thousands of deaths. In order to achieve our great cause, why not make some sacrifices?"
The man raised his hand and patted the old man's shoulder with his broad palm.
"Don't talk nonsense to me, I only care about the benefits you give me!"
"I have repeatedly promised that I will not treat you badly. If you still have concerns in your heart, then you can leave. The previous things will be treated as if they never happened. I don't have to risk being discovered every day. I will wait for you here. .”
After the man finished speaking, he turned around and left.
"No, wait!"
The old man suddenly raised his voice.
"Um?"
With a hint of smile in his tone, he turned around and looked at the old man.
"That's not what I meant, I just... you know, right? In addition to the benefits you promised, I have other things I want."
"explain."
"Qin Yun's head."
The old man raised his head, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes.
"Haha, no problem, it's a piece of cake!"
"Then I wish us...a happy cooperation."
The two hands were held together, and a glimmer of light flashed in the man's eyes.
Midnight, Nanman camp.
"Marshal, can we really trust him? Such a person is just a faggot. Since he can betray Daxia, he can also betray us. I really don't trust him staying by your side!"
When Shen Tujian said these words, he had no other intention. He was simply worried about Wanyan Shaoning.
He is an honest man, he says what he has to say and never hides it.
Wanyan Shaoning chuckled lightly.
"You don't feel at ease, tell me, will I feel at ease?"
Shen Tujian's eyes moved.
Then, he saw Wanyan Shaoning's eyes.
Dark and deep.
Wanyan Shaoning snorted coldly and said: "To me, he is at most a useful tool. I just throw it away after use. It's that simple. Can you understand?"
"Yes, of course."
Shen Tujian responded quickly.
"Actually, my primary target is not him. If possible, I would rather recruit Qin Yun."
"My subordinates understand that Qin Yun is proficient in martial arts, and his method of arranging troops is different from that in the military books. He is his own sect and has his own style. It would be great if he could be used by our Southern Barbarians. .”
Shen Tujian sighed.
"such a pity……"
"We have different paths and do not conspire against each other. People who are useful may not be loyal. There are not many loyal and useful people like you in this world. Do you understand?"
Although Wanyan Shaoning's tone sounded like he was talking about an emotionless tool or weapon, this did not prevent Shen Tujian from being pleasantly surprised by his appreciation.
"Yes, I understand."
"That's good, go and have a rest. Next, there is still a fierce battle waiting for us."
"Marshal, please rest early."
After Shen Tujian left, Wanyan Shaoning followed him out of the camp. He looked at the full moon hanging in the sky and murmured: "As the commander-in-chief of the army, you must do whatever it takes..."
One day later, Daxia Base Camp.
"General Qin Yun, you have worked hard these days. This is the soup we specially sent to General Xiang to make for you. We hope General Qin Yun will accept it."
"Thank you so much for me, General Xiang."
"My subordinates resign."
Qin Yun was holding the soup, staring at the retreating figures of his soldiers, and narrowed his eyes.
"eccentric."
Li Ruyi appeared behind him and whispered: "What does this mean?"
Qin Yun raised his eyebrows and said, "Huh, the weasel has no good intentions when paying New Year greetings to the rooster."
"There's no way he could have poisoned the soup."
Li Ruyi tested it using silver needles and other methods, and found that it was indeed non-toxic.
Only the two of them saw these actions.
Li Ruyi is not only Qin Yun's wife, but also the marshal of the camp. If others see her behavior, they will inevitably spread rumors around the barracks, saying that Li Ruyi does not trust Xiang Jiequn, etc., disrupting the morale of the army. .
Some things and some words can only be communicated between the two of them, even Yi Rui and Xia Mu cannot know.
"Drink it. No matter what he thinks, there is no poison in this bowl of soup. Just treat it as a condolence gift from Xiang Jiequn."
As the saying goes, if you don't take advantage of it, you're a bastard.
Qin Yun raised his head and drank the bowl of hot soup.
"Not talking about Xiang Jiequn, just talking about that soldier, when he saw me before, he looked like he wanted to eat me, but he showed such respect just now. This is too strange."
In their opinion, the possibility of Xiang Jiequn's conscience realizing that his actions were wrong was close to zero.
Just kidding, if Xiang Jiequn wanted to show friendship to Ning Chuan, he would have done it long ago. How could he delay it until now?
Obviously, he had no good intentions.
"How about it?"
Xiang Jiequn looked at the soldiers in front of him and asked.
"Qin Yun said...he asked me to thank you for him."
"Drink?"
"Um."
Xiang Jiequn's eyes became strange.
"Huh, I really don't have any precautions at all."
"But that's okay."
He sneered, looked in the direction of Qin Yun's camp, and whispered: "This will be the last bowl of hot soup you drink. Cherish the taste, Qin Yun."
