In the cell in Luoyun City, He Mu Dawu was leaning against the wooden fence, with dead grass under his feet. The cell was a bit filthy, and the environment was quite poor. But only prisoners of war with some status would be locked up here.

, ordinary big-headed soldiers can just be locked up in the barracks.

He Mu Dawu didn't care about this. He didn't have any thoughts to consider the environment now. But his eyes no longer had the brilliance of the past, and there was more of an urgency to die and the frustration of defeat.

On the way from the Lazi River Valley to Luoyun City, he was thinking repeatedly about what Luofu said before:

A camp of 20,000 people was smashed to pieces by 3,000 infantry. What are you so proud of?

Yes, what do you have to be proud of?

In the past, in the Beijin Army, although his official position was not comparable to that of royal families such as Prince Long, he was at least a powerful general. Even if Beijin disappeared and became Dongting, he would still be a high-ranking general in the court.

, no matter who sees him, he must be polite.

But when I look back and think about it carefully, I find myself defeated again and again when facing Liang Jun. Why is this?

He Mudawu couldn't understand.

Gradually, his eyes closed. He had hardly slept for the past two days. Now he finally had a chance to sleep. Of course, this was probably the last sleep in his life.

I don't know how much time passed, but there was a sound of slight footsteps, and then the door of my cell was opened.

Yelu Baoji, who walked slowly into the cell, first looked back and forth at He Mu Dawu, whose eyes were slightly closed. After a long pause, he softly said:

"The Yan army is leading the army, General He Mu?"

He Mu Dawu casually turned his head to the side and said without even opening his eyes: "Since you know my identity, there is no need to talk nonsense. Don't expect to get anything out of me. Give me a blow as soon as possible.

I am happy and you are happy too.”

Plain and simple, he just wants to die.

Yelu Baoji smiled slightly, and did not show any dissatisfaction. He just sat on the wooden bench beside him and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect that General Jinwu, who was in front of Emperor Wanyan with 10,000 elite guards, would now be in such a state of decline. General He Mu's family has been a general for three generations. Who is not a general who is famous in the court? If the situation today is like

If our ancestors know about it, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to feel at ease."

Hemu Dawu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yelu Baoji with doubtful eyes.

Sitting one step in front of him was a young face, wearing a simple blue robe, with his hands folded in the sleeves, and the gentle smile on his face was really elusive.

I don't know what he wants to do.

For some reason, this face gave He Mu Dawu a familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere. Moreover, his family was a general for three generations, so not everyone could find out the information. Only the Northern Jin Dynasty Bureau

Only those who are extremely familiar with it know.

After hesitating for a long time, He Mu Dawu frowned and asked, "Jin man?"

No wonder He Mu Dawu asked this, because only people from Beijin can understand his identity so clearly.

"Beijin?"

Yelu Baoji asked with a somewhat calm face: "Where is Beijin now? Isn't it Dongting?"

He Mu's tone faltered, and this sentence touched a painful spot in his heart.

Regardless of his leadership ability, he is still essentially a general who has subjugated his country, and now he is working for others.

However, Yelu Baoji's answer did not deny that he was from Beijin, which made He Mu Awu even more determined in his inner thoughts.

He Mu Dawu exhaled a faint breath: "Your Excellency, please stop being sarcastic in your words. The dying person is too lazy to argue with you, so he gave me his name and let me know who he is.

"

Yelu Baoji gently cupped his hands: "I'm here, Yelu Baoji."

As soon as he heard the word Yelu, He Mudawu was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he said:

"It turns out you are the eldest grandson of the Yelu family who escaped. I didn't expect you to be working for Liang Jun now. It's really interesting. If your grandfather knew that you had taken refuge in Chenyue, he would be so angry that he crawled out from under the ground, right?"

Hemu Dawu naturally knew the Yelu clan, and his family and the Yelu family were old acquaintances. Coupled with the young man's appearance, age, and demeanor, he naturally reminded him of the young man who was pursuing the army.

The eldest grandson of Yelu who escaped.

"So what if you work for the Liang army? Isn't the general also working for the Yan people?" Yelu Baoji said in a cold voice.

He Mu Dawu's eyes turned cold, and after struggling for a moment, he said: "After all, he is the grandson cultivated by Mr. Yelu, and his words are really sharp."

"I don't dare to take it seriously. Now I am the only one left in the whole Yelu clan, and all this is thanks to the gift of those Yan people." Yelu Baoji said without hesitation, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The calm tone does not mean that Yelu Baoji has forgotten the hatred of his family. On the contrary, Yelu Baoji's resentment towards the Yan people has deepened this year.

If one day he is given a chance to take revenge, he will not let go of any of the Yan soldiers who killed his family.

He Mudawu curled his lips: "There is no need to say these words. Just tell me straight away. What do you want from me? For the sake of being a gold man, I can make an exception and talk to you."

He Mu Dawu sat up cross-legged, finally gaining some energy.

Yelu Baoji raised his brows lightly and said word by word: "I am here to ask the general to be my internal correspondent in the Liang Army and find a way for myself to survive."

He Mu Dawu was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed:

"Hahaha~"

His wild laughter echoed in the cell, and combined with the situation here and now, it seemed a bit desolate no matter how you looked at it.

When the laughter stopped, Hemu Dawu said: "Young Master Yelu may have underestimated me. Why should I be afraid of death? As for persuading surrender, I'd better save it. I, Hemu Dawu, have been on the battlefield for twenty years and have not yet fallen."

To the point of surrendering to the enemy."

Obviously, Hemu Dawu is a tough guy and has long been prepared to die. He will not be moved no matter how you scare him.

"Surrendering to the enemy? What does the general mean now?" Yelu Baoji murmured.

He Mu Dawu's face suddenly turned cold and he remained silent.

Yelu Baoji continued: "If I remember correctly, it seems that the people who destroyed Beijin were Yan Rong. If they are not enemies, who is the enemy? Liang Jun? They just took back what originally belonged to them.

It’s just the land of Liaodong.”

He Mu was silent. He never wanted to remember this. He wanted to die at first, but everyone in his family was in the hands of the Yan people. In addition, Wanyan Bi personally came forward to persuade him to surrender.

He nodded and agreed.

Surrendering to the enemy, yes, aren’t you surrendering to the enemy now?
Chapter completed!