590. Chapter 589 Ran Ma Zhengrong turned against each other 12
Mrs. Zhang smiled and slowly reached out her hand to touch Arnold's cheek, "You were taken away from me when you were a child. Now you finally come back and have been away for so many years. Now you come back and you encounter something like this again. Arnold,
If you can come in, you can definitely leave. Mom wants you to leave here quickly and live a good life outside, no matter what identity you use."
Arnold looked at Mrs. Zhang and gently held Mrs. Zhang's gray hair, "Mom, I understand what you mean, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life in regret and guilt."
Arnold's hands were trembling slightly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was full of heartache. Her mother was a beautiful person when she was young. Even when she left, she didn't see a trace of gray hair. Now when she comes back again, her dark hair is
It has turned gray, and fine lines have appeared in the corners of the eyes. Time makes people grow older, not really because of the cruelty of time, but because of the changes in everything around them.
Mrs. Zhang took Arnold's hand, stopped trying to dissuade her, and walked heavily towards the general's mansion step by step. Since she came back and refused to leave, let's spend the remaining days well!
However, at this time, in the Yuan Army camp outside Diaoyu Mountain, an eagle flew by. A small bamboo tube was tied to the eagle's feet. The eagle spread its wings and flew straight to the southeast.
Zhenjin raised his head and looked at the departing eagle, his dark brown eyes narrowed slightly, it seemed that this time it would not go so smoothly for him.
"Sir, the coach has decided to attack the city, and now everyone is waiting for you." Hassen's voice was not loud, but his tone was very heavy.
Zhenjin nodded and strode towards the coach's tent.
This time, in addition to the Mongolian generals, many Han generals came to attack Diaoyu Mountain. For a battle like siege, the Han and Mongolian methods were completely different.
Zhenjin stepped into the big tent and glanced around everyone present. The originally lively crowd suddenly fell silent. This prince was usually gentle, but he always had a vague majesty about him.
Zhenjin walked to his seat and sat down, "Don't pay attention to me, you can continue talking."
One of the Mongolian generals had a somewhat loud voice, and his rough voice echoed in the camp, "His Royal Highness, the generals and others are discussing whether to massacre the city after attacking Diaoyu Mountain."
"You want to massacre the city?" Zhenjin's voice was very soft, making it difficult to hear his emotions.
"Diaoyu Mountain caused the death of so many Mongolians. How can we not avenge this?"
"Yes, Zhang Jue, the general of Diaoyu Mountain, shot and killed our Meng Ge Khan. This revenge must be repaid with the lives of their entire city."
"We must massacre the city, otherwise it will be difficult to vent our anger."
"What are the benefits of massacring the city?" Zhenjin raised his eyes, his eyes as vast as a dark brown sea. He picked up the tea prepared on the small table at his hand and took an elegant sip.
Everyone stopped talking and stared closely at his every move, exchanging looks with each other. The big tent suddenly became very quiet, and the silence became a bit depressing.
"What we Dayuan wants is the eternal kingdom, not to let these Han people always think about resisting us." Zhenjin put down the tea cup and looked up at everyone, "Some of you are Mongolians and some are Han people. Are all of you?
Do you think it’s time to massacre the city?”
The Mongolians looked at the Han people with unclear eyes. The Han people looked at the land under their feet, lowering their eyes to hide their expressions. Finally, a Han man came out and said, "The general believes that the Southern Song Dynasty has been destroyed, and the massacre of the city is just more killings."