The Northern Territory soldiers and horses stopped when they were still a hundred feet away from the city gate, and the soldiers holding shields stood at the forefront.
Yeluye was wearing red armor and a helmet with a tiger skin on the brim. He was riding a Dawan horse and shouted to the people on the tower: "General Song, please come back and be safe!"
The tone was full of pride.
Emperor Dongchen really trusts him! Even now, he has not been recalled, but has only sent troops for reinforcements. Fortunately, the Northern Territory has received the news a long time ago and has also mobilized 100,000 troops to come for reinforcements.
Song Heng also said to Yeluye who was downstairs in the city: "General Yelu, you are here and safe."
"Hahaha..." Yeluye laughed loudly, pointed his horsewhip at the man tied to the chariot, and said from Song Heng: "Does General Song know who the young man on this pole is?"
"It's my son Ling," Song Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Yeluye with disdain and sneered, "Yelunye and we are enemies, but I have always respected you as a man. I didn't expect you to do this."
He caught my son and threatened me with such despicable means. Such behavior is really despicable."
Hearing this, Yeluye's expression changed. He thought he was a hero, but now he was called a despicable villain who resorted to dirty tricks. He suddenly felt that his face was disgraced and his heart was even more unhappy.
Qin Yi, who was standing next to him on horseback, quickly shouted: "Since ancient times, the winner is king, and those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. It does not matter what means you use, winning is the most important."
"The military advisor is right," Yeluye's face looked much better.
"General Song, I haven't seen your son for so long, don't you miss him?"
Song Heng glared at Yeluye and clenched the hilt of his sword with his right hand.
Seeing that he was silent, Yeluye said again: "General Song must have received the letter I sent to General Song. As long as General Song opens the city gate and allows my troops from the northern region to enter the city, I will grant you half of the Dongchen Kingdom.
So that you can be reunited with your beloved son and father."
He said these words just to disturb the hearts of Dongchen Bingma and Song Heng.
The soldiers on the tower all glanced sideways at Song Heng, with worries in their eyes.
Song Heng only sent him two words: "Dream."
Song Ziling looked at his father on the tower, thinking of what he had experienced these days, his nose felt sore and his eyes turned red.
He knew that he would definitely die here today. Although he was mentally prepared, he still didn't want to die.
He wants to live, he wants to watch An An grow up, he wants to be a general, he wants to eat the braised pork trotters made by his sister Qiu Ju, he wants to listen to the stories his mother tells him, and he wants to practice kung fu with his father.
He blinked, blinking away the mist from his eyes.
He couldn't cry, he couldn't let his enemies see his weakness, and he couldn't influence his father to make a decision and make him suffer even more.
"General Song, are you so cruel that you would give up your son's life for a king who trusts you?"
Qin Yi shouted at the top of his lungs.
Song Heng pointed at Qin Yi and said: "Stop sowing discord, and I will not be fooled by you."
Qin Yi laughed and said: "Are you trying to sow discord? Does General Song not know? If the king you are loyal to trusts you, why would he send his direct cousin to the north?
Believe it or not, even if you gave up your son's life for the Dongchen Kingdom, if the Northern Territory is lost, you, Song Heng, will be the first to be held accountable and punished."
Hearing Qin Yi's words, Song Heng's soldiers felt uneasy. Did the emperor really not trust their generals?