"Your Majesty, the pattern dragon Qianhu of the Huaibei Army has asked to see you. He said that he came to pick up the eldest son of the Xuan family as agreed."
At noon, Langya's army was cooking pots by a stream, and a sentry entered the king's tent to report.
"Patterned Dragon, this name sounds familiar. Can you let him in?" Yucha frowned slightly and put down the wine glass in his hand.
"Huaibei Army Thousand Houses of Patterned Dragon, I've seen King Yucha!" Patterned Dragon, wearing black iron armor, walked into the big tent and bowed slightly.
"Are you Hua Wenlong?" Yucha stood up, walked around the table, took two steps forward, and with a "swish" sound, he pulled out his waist knife with one hand and placed it on Hua Wenlong's neck.
"It was you who led the troops to seize Huangtugang and prevented our army from completely annihilating the remnants of Li Wenheng's troops?
After you have done such a thing, you still dare to come to my tent, do you really think that I will not kill you?"
"The two armies are fighting each other for their own masters. I am not afraid of death!" The patterned dragon said loudly without changing his expression, not even looking at the waist knife on his neck.
"You are so unbridled that even a small family of a thousand people dares to be called a general!"
"Your Majesty, if this boy hadn't wasted our time, the royal city wouldn't have been lost. Kill him!"
"Yes, kill him to sacrifice the flag and give the brothers some relief."
The generals in the account are not stupid. They haven't seen Xiaoyaozi at this time, so they all know that things are going to be bad.
Everyone was already feeling depressed, but at this time they took it out on the patterned dragon and started shouting.
"So brave!" Yucha surprised everyone. Not only did he put down his sword, but he also had a look of admiration on his face, and said in a deep voice: "In the battle outside Heigu City, Xuan Mochen's tens of thousands of troops were wiped out, and you were the only one.
Lead the cavalry to escape.
Have you ever thought that once Xuan Mochen is released, he will certainly punish you for escaping during a battle?
Xuan Mochen is the eldest son of the Xuan family. He is concerned about his reputation. It is very likely that the blame for this defeat will be placed on your head.
What a pity that a general like you died unjustly in Huaibei for a loser like Xuan Mochen!
I love talents. As long as you are willing to surrender, I will make you the commander of the army and reward you with ten thousand gold. Your family will be safely brought out. I forgive him that the Marquis of Huaibei will not dare to make things difficult.
How about it, think about it carefully, life or death is just a matter of your thoughts."
"I would like to thank you, Your Majesty. Everyone has his or her own ambitions. I, Hua Wenlong, can't accept your orders!" As soon as Yucha finished speaking, Hua Wenlong immediately refused, with a firm tone without any hesitation.
"You bastard, you don't know what is good or bad, kill him to sacrifice the flag!"
"Let's all come together and chop him down!"
"My lord, get out of the way, don't get blood all over you!"
Chaos instantly broke out in the tent, and several Langya generals could not bear it any longer, so they drew their sabers and walked up.
There were beads of sweat on the forehead of the patterned dragon. He was not stupid, he was also afraid of death.
What's more, Yu Cha was right. According to Xuan Mochen's past behavior, it was not possible, but almost certain, that he would be blamed for the defeat.
"Puff," Pattern Dragon was hit twice with two knives, blood flowed out, and his face instantly turned pale.
"Everyone stop!" Seeing that the patterned dragon was about to fall to the ground, Yucha suddenly ordered to stop. He glanced at the patterned dragon that was still holding on after being stabbed several times, with a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
"Let him go. Such a brave man does not deserve to die in my Yucha tent!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The Patterned Dragon reluctantly clasped his fists, turned around and left, exiting the king's tent and bathing in the sunshine, as if he had been reborn!
No one knew that between life and death, he thought a lot. Was it worth it for him to die for the Xuan family and Xuan Mochen?
Beside a bonfire in the camp, a dozen prisoners were shackled and sitting on the ground, smelling the aroma of meat coming from the surroundings, and gnawing hard on the coarse grain cakes in their hands.
"Everyone, please be patient. When I get to the royal city and get the golden book, I will reward you all!" Li Wenheng ate a piece of mutton and waved his hand confidently.
He and Xuan Mochen sat together. Unlike the others, not only were they not shackled, but they also had wine and meat, and the food was delicious.
"Master, this coarse grain cake is full of wheat bran. It's really hard to swallow. Why don't you give me a piece of meat to try." Hu Dayou, a member of the Jinwu Guards, was waiting on the side with a wine pot, looking at the meat on the table with greedy eyes.
sharp.
"Dayou, it's not that I won't give it to you. You see everyone is eating coarse grain pancakes, so it's inappropriate to give you one!" Li Wenheng didn't even raise his head, and while dismissing Hu Dayou, he ate faster.
A cultivator has his spiritual power sealed, so he gets hungry faster than ordinary people. The more meat he needs, the more meat he needs. How could he be willing to give up such a small amount of meat?
"Young Master, don't worry about us having any objections. If Hu Dayou wants to eat, just reward him with a piece." Zhu Wen struggled to swallow a piece of coarse grain cake and said disdainfully.
Qiao Lang and others also glanced at him and continued to chew the coarse grain cakes in their hands in silence.
It's already this time, and Xiaoyaozi hasn't been seen yet. Especially, the atmosphere in the entire Langya Army camp is getting more and more solemn.
Even fools realize that something is wrong. They really don't know where Li Wenheng got his good appetite and why he is eating and drinking so much.
I felt even more unworthy of following such a master.
After hearing Zhu Wen's words, Li Wenheng looked a little embarrassed, and he picked up the smallest piece of meat in a tangled manner: "This piece is for you, but you can't take it back after you eat it. When we get to the royal city, I'll treat you to three days and three nights!"
"Thank you, sir, no, I should thank Marquis Langya!" Hu Dayou took the meat with both hands, looking flattered, and then began to praise it.
"Eat, you'll be ready to go when you're full!" Tianyang sat in a corner with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and said something sarcastic. Now he was treated like everyone else, he was a prisoner.
"snort!"
Not to mention everyone, even Xuan Mochen at the table couldn't stand it. He snorted coldly and said: "That kid Li Wenhao dares to hit me, but he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. I think you should not do it."
If you think too well about things, think of your own options."
"Xuan Mochen, you and I are both in trouble, why should we be like this!" Li Wenheng was a little unhappy. What bothered him the most now was hearing this: "Even if I can become a marquis, I am still a short-term marquis, and the royal city still has to be investigated.
Besides, we are still brothers-in-law, so we should help each other, so you don’t have to be jealous of me!"
"I'm jealous of you?"
He thought he was stupid enough, but he didn't expect that he was even more stupid. At this time, he still thought about becoming a prince. He didn't know whether he was pretending to be stupid or really stupid.
"Huh!" Li Wenheng also snorted. How could he not notice that something was wrong? It's just that he didn't want to think about it. He was afraid, he was really afraid!
If Xiaoyaozi fails and the deal fails to be concluded, his ending will be extremely miserable.
But he was helpless, because his fate was in the hands of others, that Li Wenhao, a bastard of the Li family, who had never been taken seriously by him and whose wife he had robbed.
When he thought of this, he felt as uncomfortable as frying in oil, so he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it!
"Young Master, I'm here to pick you up!" At this moment, several Huaibei Army generals hurriedly arrived.