An Bo suddenly woke up from the bed.
"Uncle, drink some water." The old soldier of the Song family who was standing by quickly brought the warm water over.
Leaning on the bed, the armor on his body has been taken off, and even the wounds have been treated and bandaged.
They were all ordinary wounds, not fatal.
It was due to excessive blood loss and lack of food that made him weak. He also heard about the death of Sanhu, and he was so sad that he fainted.
If we count from the battlefield at that time, he has been unconscious for several hours now.
After entering the warm water, An Nanbo felt much better. He looked at Song Kui next to him and asked, "Are we back?"
Song Kui nodded: "Yes, uncle, we came back an hour ago."
"My uncle carried you back along the way."
An Bo lay down again, and then opened his eyes suddenly: "An hour ago?"
He struggled to get up and asked in shock: "Where is my uncle?"
Song Kui's eyes averted, he was hesitant and speechless: "Where is your uncle?"
"Uncle, I settled you down and went to the Marshal's Mansion."
"What!"
Annan Burton said, "Don't you think about the meaning of Wen Yue going to the Marshal's Mansion? He must be going to avenge the Three Tigers."
But Geng Lie cannot die.
Even if Geng Lie wanted to die, he would never die in Wen Yue's hands.
"Help me up." Song Hao struggled to get up.
"Uncle, you are injured."
"Quickly, help me up. If it's too late, it's over."
Seeing his master in such a state, Song Kui didn't dare to delay. He helped An Nanbo up, wrapped him in his cloak, and the two of them hurried to the Marshal's Mansion.
Inside the dance pavilion and singing stage.
Wen Yue strode in and looked at Geng Lie who was tied to a pillar and dying.
Geng Lie was caught in a net and slices of meat were cut off without damaging the main blood vessels and meridians, or even the bones.
Tietou only cut less than 300 cuts. The conditions were really limited, and Geng Lie's body could not hold on any longer. If he continued, Geng Lie would die.
Geng Lie grinned, as if his plan had succeeded, and said weakly: "You... are finished."
"Not just you, they all have to die too."
"I didn't lose, it was you who failed miserably."
Geng Lie didn't dare to laugh, because the wound was really painful and made him miserable. Even the smile on his face looked so ferocious.
But so what?
After all, he got on Wen Yue's side.
Wen Yue heard what he heard and said very calmly: "You must be very proud, thinking that your death at my hands will give His Majesty a reason to kill me, and even label me as a treasoner and kill those who are involved with me."
"It's a pity that you are a frog in the well."
"Don't you want to know why I came back alive?"
"Because I am an immortal master."
Wen Yue leaned close to Geng Lie's ear, fearing that he could not hear clearly. He even slowed down his tone and used his magic power to send the sound into Geng Lie's ear.
Geng Lie's eyes widened immediately, and the ferocious smile on his face turned completely distorted, full of shock and absurdity.
"impossible."
"How can you be an immortal master?"
"Ah, I'm not willing to give in!"
Only then did Geng Lie understand why Wen Yue was so happy with his grudges. It turned out to be because he had already left the secular world and became a legendary immortal master.
No wonder Wen Yue was able to come back alive.
Not to mention that Wen Yue also brought 10,000 troops, the strength of his Immortal Master alone was enough to allow him to move freely among the 30,000 troops.
"Just take your unwillingness and die."
An evil look flashed in Wen Yue's eyes.
He raised his long sword and chopped off Geng Lie's head with one blow.
When his head fell to the ground, Geng Lie's eyes were still full of pain. He had miscalculated.
Wen Yue used his magical power to grab Geng Lie's living soul.
Geng Lie was still at a loss. He didn't realize that he was dead until he saw his body. He quickly begged for mercy: "General Wen, spare my life."
Wen Yue's mana-wrapped palms clenched hard, and the soul in his hands immediately dissipated.
As soon as Geng Lie died, Tietou handed over the dagger: "Sir, Wang Zhi was killed by me, and I am willing to die for Master Sanhu."
Wen Yue slapped the dagger away and shouted: "Confused."
"Are you just waiting to die in Nanya?"
"Even if you don't kill Wang Zhi, I will kill Wang Zhi."
"This revenge can be avenged, as it should be!"
No matter what the so-called influence is, Wen Yue will take revenge if he has a grudge, that's all.
Blood feud can be avenged, and no one can stop it.
Tietou's revenge was his confession to the old man.
Wen Yue didn't know what happened to the other people in the small group in Nanya, but he knew that the only ones who really cared about the old man the most were Shizhu and Tietou.
Horses neigh.
An Bo, who was wearing a big cloak, rolled off his horse and rushed to the pavilion regardless of his own injuries.
The steps seemed so long to Ann Bo until he climbed up to the attic, looked at the scene in front of him, closed his eyes slightly, looked up to the sky and sighed: "It's too late."
Geng Lie's body was found in a different place, and his eyes widened as if he had seen something that shocked him.
He came in a hurry, but was still a big step too late.
Geng Lie is already dead, and the man holding the knife is Wen Yue.
Seeing his father-in-law coming, Wen Yue threw the long knife aside and greeted him: "Father-in-law."
"Once Geng Lie dies, the already opposing voices in the DPRK will form a huge wave and completely drown you. They will not allow a general who can kill third-level officials at will to live."
"Your Majesty will not allow things beyond your control to occur."
"What he pays most attention to is balance."
"There needs to be balance within the internal affairs department, there needs to be balance within the court, and even within the civil service there needs to be balance."
"Why not send him to the capital and let the scholar-officials convict him?"
An Nanbo was heartbroken. He had lost his son, so would he lose his son-in-law again?
Wen Yue knelt down and kowtowed: "Father-in-law, my enemy is still alive. I must send Zheng Zhong to hell. I have decided to use all my troops to clear the emperor's side. If I don't kill everyone, their heads will be rolling and blood will flow like rivers. They will only think that we are made of mud."
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Annan was really shocked. He never thought that his son-in-law would be so crazy.
When Sanhu died, Annan was indeed sad, but he never had any disobedient thoughts.
Tu Shanjun knew that it was because Wen Yue lost power last time and too many people around him died.
So Wen Yue attaches great importance to the people around him and wants to protect them.
Look carefully.
There are more than 100,000 people in Tongguan, plus the 50,000 to 60,000 troops in hand, and a group of young men and women, we can raise an army of 100,000 or even 150,000 people.
If Wen Yue were allowed to do this, there would be no need for a call from the Northern Wei Dynasty, and Daliang would surely be devastated.
Annan immediately angrily shouted: "Absurd!"
"Do you want to be a rebel?"
"You want revenge, don't I want revenge?"
"Then what are we fighting for?"
"You said you were doing it for the world and the people. Do you think about the people in everything you do?"
An Nabo drew his sword angrily: "If you want to become a rebel, you must first step over my corpse."
Wen Yue stood up and didn't care about the knife his old father-in-law held on his neck.
Seeing Wen Yue's decisiveness, An Nanbo felt sad: "Do you want me to kneel down and beg you?"
"That's all right."
"good."
"I kneel down and beg you."
As he spoke, Annenberg was about to kneel down.
Wen Yue supported An Nanbo who was about to kneel down and said sadly: "What are you doing?"
"If you dare to do this, I will kneel down and die here."
This chapter has been completed!