The sound of Chudi...

No, someone is deliberately disturbing the morale of the army!

Luo Juege strode open the camp tent. In the windy and snowy night, little fires lit up, and the soldiers were scattered in the open space, looking south.

The sound of the flute sobs, and so do the people.

"Why are there folk music in Chu region?"

"Have we been surrounded by the Yan army?"

"I want to go home..."

"My wife gave birth to a big fat boy in the spring of this year. I want to go back, even just to take a look!"

Counting the time, he has not been back home for more than a year. From guarding the border to following the king to fight in Yan, the fields were littered with corpses and the fields were barren...

The war is never-ending, but everyone will get tired!

This sentence expresses the sentiments of countless soldiers.

There was a louder chant, but the flute music was intermittent. At the end, the veins on Luo Juege's forehead burst out, and all the sounds became an upside-down, chaotic curse in his ears, stabbing him to the point of sanity.

Nothing.

The young man grabbed the deputy general's gun, got on his horse, and whipped away in the direction of Yueyin.

"King!"

Don't be impulsive!

"Quick, chase! Chase! Come with me to protect the king!"

The hoarse sound of the horse's hooves shattered the snow on the ground.

The bright moon still hangs high in the sky, but tonight's moonlight is mottled on the plain green clothes, which is particularly sad.

On the hillside, he stood holding a flute. The heavy snow stained his temples and eyebrows, but it did not damage his graceful and calm demeanor.

"You're here." He put the jade flute on his waist and smiled leisurely at the thousands of troops rushing towards the hillside.

"No, there's an ambush!"

"We are literally surrounded!"

Among the dense forests on the hillside, countless torches that were not extinguished despite the snow tore through the long dark night.

In the firelight, all the darkness has no escape.

The red and gold flags and the word "Yan" all over the hillside attracted the Chu army and the queen wanted to retreat.

But behind them are tens of millions of Yan troops, unable to retreat.

"Fifth Young Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay?" The firelight was blown by the cold wind, flickering brightly and dimly, reflecting the smile on Zhang Liang's lips, which was half warm and half cold.

When Luo Juege heard this, he didn't look at him, but looked up and behind him, as if he was looking at someone, "Where is she?"

Even though he was surrounded by tens of thousands of people, there was still no sign of panic or fear in his eyes.

Did you anticipate it and have a backup plan?

Or have you lost sight of life and death and just surrendered?

After not seeing each other for several years, Zhang Liang found that he could no longer understand the young man in front of him.

This is not a pleasant conclusion.

"To deal with the Fifth Young Master, it is not necessary for the Lord to come in person. One good person is enough."

Zhang Liang slowly took out the long sword he carried behind him. It was an extremely thin and light narrow sword. The fine snow had fallen on the sword body and had not yet melted, showing the cold ice on it.

"In the past, why did you sell it in three days and kill someone with poison?"

"Poison? Oh, Mr. Zhang thinks too highly of himself. From the beginning to the end, you are just bait for me to lure her here." Luo Juege touched the ground with his spear, but did not take action.

"Besides, you deceived me first and destroyed my family and country last. Can't I kill you?"

"Get out of the way! I have no intention of fighting you to the death tonight!"

All his extreme love and hate were given to the same person, and then no one in the world looked at him anymore.

Whether Zhang Liang, his lieutenant, or any of the soldiers present, whether he is dead or alive, what does it have to do with him?

"No." Zhang Liang's smile faded, but he still stood stubbornly on the hillside in front of him, refusing to give in an inch.

"Then I, the king, have no choice but to kill you!"

Only by fighting out can you see her...

Luo Juege poured all his energy into his palms, leaped up, bent the joints of his spear into a bow shape, and struck hard at Zhang Liang's waist and abdomen, as if he was going to sweep him in half!

"Soldiers, if you want to survive, please follow this king -"

"Give me, kill!"
Chapter completed!