"You still have the nerve to come see me, huh?!"

After the people in the hall finished speaking, Song Hu angrily slapped the case, but just as he spat out his shouts and questions, he turned into a violent cough, and his rough face instantly turned pale, as if he looked weak.

"Brother!" Hou Jie, who came alone, saw this and hurriedly stepped forward, but was blocked by the officers under Song Hu in the hall. Under the dark gun muzzle, Hou Jie looked complicated and sighed dejectedly: "Brother, you

Don't get angry."

"Don't be angry? Haha!" Song Hu sat down on the chair and laughed angrily: "If it weren't for God's blessing, I could not see the cunning behavior of a brother-killing gangster like you and let me escape by chance that night. How could I still be angry today?

Movable?"

Hou Jie lowered his head and remained silent.

Song Hu was still upset and cursed: "You insidious villain, I treat you as my brother, what do you think of me? You actually tampered with your child's engagement banquet. You deserve to be betrayed by Cao Man. You

How come you didn’t die that night?!”

"Brother!" Hou Jie finally spoke. He raised his head and looked directly into Song Hu's eyes. "You used to say that men are not afraid of making mistakes. They are afraid of not admitting their mistakes and not correcting them even if they admit it. Big brother, today I am

I'm here to admit my mistake, please give me a chance."

Before he finished speaking, Hou Jie, who was still standing upright when being scolded, suddenly fell to his knees and grabbed the ground with his head, making a clearly audible muffled sound.

Song Hu was stunned when he saw this and remained silent for a long time.

"Hey~ Why are you still kneeling? Get up." He suddenly sighed, and the anger in his heart had disappeared. He held his chest and coughed twice. He took a sip of tea from the table, moistened his throat, and repeated: "Wait a minute.

It won’t be too late to worship after I die, get up!”

Hou Jie finally raised his head. The blood on his forehead was flowing down his face without wiping it. He just looked at Song Hu resolutely.

At this moment, Song Hu couldn't help but feel a little enlightened, and murmured: "This scene is just like before. At that time, you also knelt in front of me with this look in your eyes, begging me to give you a hand..."
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"Brother, I can only repay the kindness of the past in the next life." After hearing this, Hou Jie also thought about how the future Marshal Hou would have been without Song Hu's help when his family was in trouble.

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However, he did not come here to apologize after all.

If it was to apologize, he would not come in person, but would write a letter in person at most.

"Brother, I came here today to apologize to you. Now that I am here, no matter whether you hit or scold me, I will bear it with gritted teeth. I only hope that the eldest brother will remember the friendship between you and my family in the past and give you some advice."

I will wait for the moment to take my breath. After I take back Dengfeng City and take revenge, brother, whether you want to kill or behead me, it’s up to you!” Hou Jie looked directly at Song Hu, with a fierce look in his eyes.
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Song Hu sat on the chair with squinted eyes. After hearing Hou Jie's decisive words, his face remained indifferent, as if he was unmoved.

The middle-aged man standing half side of Song Hu, wearing a straight military uniform, hesitated to speak. He glanced at Hou Jie from time to time, clearly showing disgust and fear in his eyes, but did not wait for him to finish his words.

, when he was finally about to speak, Song Hu had already raised his palm and shook it gently twice.

Song Hu looked at Hou Jie, who was kneeling with his upper body upright, and chuckled: "Brother, brother, are you going a little too far? Do you think you are Liu Bang, or do you think I am the overlord Xiang Yu?"

Hou Jie frowned slightly, and suddenly raised his left hand, with four fingers bent except for the tail finger, and he opened his mouth to hold it.

"Huh!" His face looked ferocious for a moment, and then his red face turned pale instantly.

"Poof!~" He opened his mouth and raised his head to vomit, and a finger wrapped in blood fell to the ground.

Song Hu's pupils shrank, his palms subconsciously exerted force, and he gripped the armrests of the chair tightly.

Hou Jie's face twitched a few times, a wisp of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he opened his mouth and asked: "Brother, I was wrong, please give me a chance!"

After the words fell, he kowtowed heavily again as before, and the blood flowing from the wound on his forehead stained the ground.

Including the officer who was hesitant to speak, everyone present changed their expressions when they saw this situation.

Song Hu didn't respond immediately. He just sat there, raising his palm on the armrest and tapping the armrest with his five fingers.

"Okay!" After a moment, with a sigh, Song Hu looked at Hou Jie who was kneeling on the ground and said: "Brother... this is the last time I call you this. If you want revenge, I will give you this chance. Zhao Zhong."
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"Commander." The middle-aged officer stepped forward quickly, paused and stood by.

"Lead your troops and return them to Hou Jie's tent from now on. His orders are my orders!" Song Hu said solemnly.

"Commander..." The confidant who was replaced by Zhao Zhong raised his head and hesitated for a while, but when he saw Song Hu's unquestionable expression, he immediately stamped his feet and saluted: "Yes, Marshal!"

"Hou Jie." Song Hu looked past the officer in front of him, stood up straight, and collided with the eyes of his former brother.

Looking at each other, there was silence.

After a long time, he sighed, waved his hand and said: "Go ahead."

After saying this, he turned his back and refused to look at Hou Jie again.

Hou Jie closed his eyes, lowered his head in silence, stood up with his palms on the ground, turned around without saying a word, and walked outside step by step.

Not long after, Hou Jie, who came alone, had put on his old military uniform, rode on a big horse with dark and shiny hair, and looked indifferently at the troops that were constantly gathering.

The army quickly filled the wide avenue in front of the Song Mansion, but it was not crowded because Zhao Zhong shouted loudly in front of the team, and the soldiers immediately responded with thunderous response and quickly lined up in order.

Not to mention his combat effectiveness when he entered the battlefield, from this point of view, it seems that he has managed the army well.

"Marshal Hou!" Zhao Zhong drove his horse to Hou Jie's side, gave up half of the horse's head with great respect, and saluted Hou Jie.

"Yes." Hou Jie was very satisfied with this. He glanced at the neatly lined up soldiers. He tugged the horse's reins slightly, and actually reined in his horse and took half a step back to meet Zhao Zhong. He also withdrew his gaze and fell.

When Zhao Zhong was on his side, a faint smile appeared on his stern face, "General Zhao, I'm very grateful that I asked you to help me. I'll trouble you next."

Zhao Zhong looked at Hou Jie, who seemed to be sincerely asking for his help, and frowned secretly.

Song Hu said that he would assist Hou Jie, but some things are self-evident. For Hou Jie, his true identity can be regarded as a warlord. However, Hou Jie's actions at this moment... seem to be very wise, but they are not the same.

His previous behavior was so different that he was confused for a while.

"Assisting Marshal Hou is the responsibility of the general." He couldn't figure it out and stopped thinking about it. He nodded in agreement, then thought of something and said: "Marshal Hou, there is something that the general thinks it is necessary to tell you."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"Recently, after Cao Man gathered his troops, he sent a letter to the four forces. It seems that he has made some big move."
Chapter completed!