Seeing that Dongmen Bao was angry, the captains and commanders nearby stopped him one after another. Dongmen Bao's other son-in-law, Mei Rong, who had never known Dongmen Bao in Lingnan, even hugged the woman's leg and shouted at Han Xin.
:
"Han Xin, leave quickly!"
Mei Rong has experienced the temper of Dongmen Leopard. He fights bravely, but when his anger rises, he will even whip his subordinates.
Han Xin nodded and bowed to the leader of the camp. He felt guilty about Li Cang. It was his final judgment that caused the army to be blocked by Wang Ben's men.
If they had gone east in an orderly manner, maybe nothing would have happened?
He doesn't know either.
Han Xin was about to leave, but even though he was being pulled by seven or eight people behind him, Dongmen Leopard's curses still continued:
"Han Xin! You have lost your master and humiliated the army. You have killed tens of thousands of people. How can you go to see the elders of Jianghan and how can you go to see the princes?"
The more Dongmen Leopard scolded him, the worse he sounded. He blurted out what he called a young man with no skills, a crotch husband, etc., and began to expose Han Xin's shortcomings. It seemed that this was not the case, and he was not relieved.
Han Xin stopped. He felt guilty about Li Cang, but he was a little annoyed and disdainful about Dongmen Bao.
He was fine when he was young, but ever since Hei Fu was reused, a certain point in his character has been revealed.
Han Xin was arrogant because of his talent, had a high vision, and looked down upon others. Li Cang, Gong Wei, Wu Chen, etc. who were of the same age as him did not look down on him and were ashamed to be compared with him.
Later, because of his merits, he was promoted by Heifu, and those who came after him came first. So Han Xin also thought that Heifu's old subordinates were nothing. Dongmen Leopard was only as brave as a man, Ji Ying had no talent, and Xiao Tao was dull and incompetent.
The status they have today is only due to the shadow of Marquis Wu Zhong. If they had not met a noble person, these people would still be working as servants and farmers.
Han Xin is a sharp-tongued person who cannot speak kindly to his colleagues. He can only boast about himself and not brag about others. Except for himself, everyone present is rubbish.
And like a duck, even if he is going to die next moment, he will still talk hard.
So, amidst Dongmen Bao's scolding, Han Xin turned around and sneered:
"General Dongmen, how did I hear that you just lost your master?"
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"Since General Pi knows the temper of the violent tiger in the east gate, why should he show off his bravery with his words? Fortunately, Mei Rong took away his halberd, otherwise..."
It was night, in the camp, the doctor was still applying medicine to Han Xin's face. Thinking back to what happened in the afternoon, he was filled with fear.
Han Xin puffed out his cheeks, neither crying out about pain nor speaking.
I felt relieved for a moment, but the result was that even though Dongmen Bao was dragged by seven or eight people, he still stepped over and punched Han Xin so hard that half of his face was swollen.
This is the most serious injury Han Xin has suffered since he joined the army.
After the doctor left, Han Xin looked at his disfigured face in the bronze mirror and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"In that case, how can I say it?"
Others can win and lose and regard it as normal, but Han Xin cannot!
In every battle, regardless of the number of enemies or friends, Han Xin always found a way to win, create miracles again and again, win praises from Marquis Wu Zhong, and feel the admiration in the eyes of his soldiers.
But now, Danyang's tragic defeat seems to have dropped a lot of mud on his glorious achievements!
Han Xin's pain came not only from the old soldiers who had followed him for more than a year and died in battles before embarking on the return journey, but also from the heavy losses suffered by Li Cang, but also from the harsh demands on himself deep in his heart.
His pride and wantonness were sustained by every victory. Han Xin could not be defeated.
But now, his invincibility has been broken, his arrogant self-confidence has been shattered, Dongmen Bao's scolding, and his old colleagues' whispers have also made him feel scared and confused.
Because of his venomous mouth, bad manners, and arrogance, Han Xin had few friends in the army. Instead, he had many enemies. They were envious of his rapid rise and jealous of Marquis Wu Zhong's special treatment of him, but they had no choice but to do so because Han Xin always
In winning.
This time he returns with a defeat and will be ridiculed severely by those people!
Just like in Huaiyin.
He wiped his sword in confusion, and the moonlight was like water, making the sword's blade shine brightly.
If it were another Chu noble, facing the humiliation of defeat, he would probably draw his sword and commit suicide.
But Han Xin was just a Guizhou leader and a commoner, and his dignity was not that noble. He stroked his sword and thought of his past.
He thought of the day his mother died.
Han Xin's family moved to Huaiyin to escape the war. His father died early, and Han Xin couldn't even remember his appearance, so he only depended on his mother for life.
A woman is struggling to make ends meet with her children. Her family is becoming increasingly poor, and she is being looked down upon by others. But when she closes the door, her small home is still warm.
But when Han Xin was twelve years old, his mother contracted an illness. Han Xin traveled all over the county, bruised all over his body and his voice became hoarse, but he could not find a doctor willing to help him treat his mother.
People who lend a helping hand.
All he saw were indifferent faces.
His mother finally died. Han Xin cried all his tears and wanted to bury his mother.
But his family had only four walls and no relatives to help him. In the end, he could only wrap himself in a straw mat and push a creaking old cart to find a place to bury him.
The outsider died of a serious disease, and the people in the village were disgusted. They would not let Han Xin get close and let their children throw stones at him. The nobles surrounded the nearby forest land, not allowed to bury people, and even let dogs bite him.
Han Xin could only push his mother's body helplessly and walk around Huaiyin City until his feet were numb. Finally, he came to a desolate high hill in the suburbs.
This is a place where poor people dump their corpses and are buried in mass, where wild wolves and crows roam the grass.
He was afraid, but did not run away. He wiped away his tears, held high a hoe that the director of the pavilion lent him, and started digging the hole little by little. It took him a long time, and his hands were all blistered, before he finally dug out the hole that could be used.
A shallow pit for one person.
Han Xin had not eaten for a day and was very tired. He climbed to the cart and took down the straw mat.
He still remembers how heavy that straw mat was!
After taking just one step, Han Xin fell. The straw mat pressed against him and he wanted to push it away, but when he thought that this was his mother, he couldn't let go.
He could only cry until he ran out of energy and fell asleep...
When I woke up again, it was almost dark, and the surroundings were very eerie with howling ghosts and wolves, and green eyes appearing and disappearing in the grass.
Driven by fear, Han Xin finally got up, and without caring about gentleness, he dragged the straw mat into the pit, said sorry, and began to bury it hastily...
After burying his mother, Han Xin cut down a small tree, moved it to the grave, and buried it deeply in the soil, hoping to make a mark.
He still remembers the oath he made to his mother's humble grave at that time.
"Mother."
Young Han Xin knelt on the ground with a serious look on his face.
"Look."
He pointed around and said with a smile: "This land is high and open."
"One day, when my son becomes rich and becomes a prince, he must build a city next to it and house thousands of families. It will be bigger and more impressive than Huaiyin!"
He gritted his teeth, bowed his head heavily, and said goodbye to his mother.
Han Xin wants to stand out, he wants to be crowned a king, a noble, rich and noble, and return with a great reputation!
Let all Huaiyin people be arrogant at first and respectful at the other, and kneel down to beg for mercy for their cold blood!
So he competes with wild dogs for food, shamelessly eats and drinks everywhere, and still wants to survive.
So he would rather break his head and splash blood all over the floor than worship the old man who met a military strategist by chance, just to learn his skills.
So he would rather put away his sword, throw away his dignity, and be humiliated by his crotch, or save his life and wait until the time comes!
"Compared to these."
After a long time, Han Xin showed a relieved smile.
"What does a defeat mean?"
Han Xin touched his swollen face. Dongmen Bao's punch would leave an indelible mark on his face, just like the defeat in the Battle of Danshui.
But the scars will always disappear.
Defeats will always be overshadowed by new victories.
Most importantly, stay alive!
He suddenly felt relieved, stood up, and ordered his personal guards:
"Rest for a day, break camp early the next morning, and return to Xiangyang!"
The personal guard reminded: "Do you want to inform General Dongmen?"
"Just leave a scout to inform us."
Han Xin's face was still hurt. He had completely become enemies with Dongmen Bao and had no intention of reconciling. He was only thinking about how to plead guilty to Marquis Wu Zhong.
Although he figured it out, Han Xin still felt a little uneasy.
"In the past, I won many battles. Marquis Wu Zhong appreciated me and promoted me. Now that I have suffered a defeat, how will he treat me?"