"The emperor is sorry to the last general when he does this." Wu Qing used his palm to break the knife in his hand, but did not throw it on the ground and put it back into the scabbard around his waist: "This knife was given to the last general by the last emperor.
, use it instead of the emperor's three swords and six holes that he owed his ministers."
Seeing Ouyang Xi open his mouth and want to speak, Wu Qing frowned vigorously: "The emperor should not say anything to the general. Just give Mo Jiang a better and sharper knife tomorrow, so that Mo Jiang can kill the enemy.
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Taihua, who followed Wu Qing, also pulled out the sword hanging around his waist, narrowing his eyes into a slit: "Master, the sword of the last general is left by the last general's father,
I really can't bear to break it, so the emperor let it go."
As he said that, he inserted the sword back into the scabbard, sighed, and bowed to Ouyang Xi and made a compilation: "I will have no objection to the death of Lingwu."
Walking to Wu Qing, putting his shoulder on his shoulder, and shouting: "Ship Wu, let's go, today we five marshals will drink together, and we will be together without getting drunk. Let's go back to the border tomorrow and continue to train our troops."
"If you want to drink, you will drink it, I won't go."
Mu Yang's voice made Ouyang Xi look back and see that Mu Yang, who finally arrived, had arrived here at some point.
He was standing beside Lingwu
"Ship Mu!" Taihua's eyes immediately widened and glared at Mu Yang with a blank expression: "I know that you have many soldiers in command, but you don't even drink wine with us? Why, I look down on others
ah?"
Seeing Taihua glaring at him, Mu Yang snorted coldly: "I really look down on you and don't bother drinking with you. I'm just a bunch of idiots! This is how I handle things."
Ouyang Xi was shocked. Mu Yang commanded the troops and horses, accounting for almost one-third of the Dongling Kingdom, and each soldier was all elite soldiers with one or two or more.
As long as Mu Yang does not agree not to kill Ling Wu, everything he did just now will be in vain.
Mu Yang's heart, while fighting on the battlefield for many years, was already refined by the enemy's blood and the blood of his soldiers, and it was made of iron. As long as it was decided by him, it would be impossible to change.