The devil is coming

Chapter 370
You can do things in a hurry, but you can't panic.
At the same time, people must also learn to be self-aware.
Therefore, even though Uncle Zheng knew that he was really famous among the Yan army and was a popular figure in front of the Marquis of Jingnan, in the final analysis, he was not a "native" of the Jingnan army.
Chen Yang, Ren Juan, and other generals were polite to him, who came from behind, and they recognized him, but after all, it was not a friendship that was stirred in a big pot and eaten with a spoon. In fact, there was still a lot of resentment between them. .
Furthermore, in the Jingnan Army, including the entire Eastern Expeditionary Army at the moment, the truly unique figure is Tian Wujing.
Therefore, when Tian Wujing did not come forward to give orders and no royal order was given, if he wanted to mobilize the entire surrounding army, it would be too underestimated the military discipline under Tian Wujing's rule.
but,
The enthusiasm of the masses cannot be ignored, and it does exist objectively.
Therefore, at this time, "trust" must appear.
When I first opened my studio in my previous life, it was very difficult to run it. During the most difficult period, everyone had no money to live on;
Zheng Fan took everyone in the studio to work as a real estate agent at a nearby real estate sales department. They paid 200 yuan per person a day and included a lunch.
Only then did we get through that difficult time.
But this time, the shill Zheng Fan was looking for was Li Fusheng.
Zheng Fan's "performance" is wonderful,
But it is obviously impossible to be like the Marquis of Jingnan who wears gilt armor and stands proudly to get unconditional followers. Even if he used his own energy and blood when he shouted before, his voice can be transmitted higher and higher. Far away, but most of the Yan army soldiers are actually still hesitating.
Especially the general soldiers of the Jingnan Army were a little confused.
But as Zheng Fan killed a Chu man with a single blow, and as Li Fusheng's cavalry began to charge, the surrounding Yan army formations finally began to move.
The Chu people were snatching food and had been hungry for many days. They were already very weak and had removed their weapons. Now they were in a mess again. In front of the elite cavalry that was truly organized, they were huddled together with a group of lambs. There's really no difference.
Li Fusheng's cavalry crashed directly into the Chu people, waving their sabers and trampling on them with iron hoofs. For a while, the Chu people wailed across the field.
The rest of the Yan army took the initiative to break away from the formation and march out to join. Slowly, group after group, one after another, the Yan army cavalry began to charge from several directions towards the location where the Chu people gathered.
This is actually another form of "soldier roar".
It refers to the spontaneous mass reaction of soldiers on a large scale without an order from the top.
But those senior officials, including the generals and generals, seemed a little constrained.
On the one hand, they did not receive military orders. They only saw Zheng Fan riding Pixiu there and calling on everyone to kill prisoners. The military sense of order imprinted in their bones made them reluctant to follow Zheng Fan's orders at this time;
But on the other hand, everyone knows the relationship between Zheng Fan and Prince Jingnan. Zheng Fan suddenly took the risk of not violating the law and made this incident. There is no guarantee that the shadow of his own prince is behind it.
Therefore, these generals did not restrain their subordinates in a timely and effective manner at this time, and chose a default posture.
Anyway,
Rhythm,
was brought up.
Yan Jun raised his butcher knife and slashed wildly at the Chu people who were running away with their heads in their arms.
And Zheng Fan, who caused this turmoil,
But he didn't dive into it again, just like Li Fusheng, to enjoy this so-called bloody feast.
Anyway, now it’s a foregone conclusion that he can’t make a move;
Then let yourself take a break and be pretentious for a while.
The blade of the knife dropped downwards, and the blood drops on the blade fell bit by bit. The Pixiu under the crotch turned its head and looked at Zheng Fan on its back. It actually wanted to go in and play, but for some reason it was like this The "brother in distress" suddenly became quiet at this time.
The screams of the Chu people were endless, not pleasant at all, but Uncle Zheng, who had experienced countless battles, was already used to it.
Looked up,
Looking into the distance,
In my heart,
But there was no shock and panic that he felt when he received this order from King Jingnan at first.
On the contrary, I felt a little relaxed and a little floating.
This is a very strange feeling. I can't say I like it, but I don't find it annoying either.
Pixiu under his crotch tried to take a step forward and walked forward. Seeing that Zheng Fan didn't respond, he walked forward again.
Just when he was about to have fun and rush into the crowd to trample on people,
Zheng Fan suddenly tightened the reins around its neck.
"Roar!"
Pixiu screamed in dissatisfaction, but still followed Zheng Fan's instructions and ran away from the battlefield, going around to the north.
Gradually,
The shouts of death and screams gradually became lower,
It's not that all the Chu prisoners of war have been killed. Even if there are [-] pigs, it is not easy to kill them all in a short time.
The farther away you are, the less noisy you will be.
Pixiu moved his hooves with some dissatisfaction.
Zheng Fan turned over and walked to the river.
He followed Tian Wujing's previous behavior and squatted down by the river, stretched out his hand to grab a handful of water, and slapped it on his face.
The water is a little cold and has a slight earthy smell.
Zheng Fan shook his head,
He leaned back and sat by the river.
He raised his head again and looked at the sunset in the distance, sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing.
Immediately afterwards, he habitually took out an iron box from his chest. In fact, there was only one cigarette left.
He has not returned to Shengle since the expedition, so he naturally has no more Blind Man cigarettes to replenish. This last one was something he deliberately kept on his body as a thought.
I lit a cigarette with a fire stick,
take a deep breath,
Zheng Fan slowly closed his eyes,
Smoke began to slowly come out of his mouth.
At this time, Zheng Fan's Pixiu became a little restless and even buried his head uncharacteristically.
Another adult beast slowly came here, and sitting on top was Tian Wujing.
Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan's current appearance with very calm eyes.
But implicitly, there seems to be thunder hidden in it.
Tian Wujing landed on the ground, walked behind Zheng Fan, and said:
"Feel uncomfortable?"
When Tian Wujing's voice sounded from behind him,
Uncharacteristically, Zheng Fan did not stand up and salute immediately.
Instead, he reached out his hand and shook the ashes naturally.
nodded.
"Look at your worthless appearance."
Nothing can be made of jade without polishing it, so Zheng Fan has always been regarded as his "student" by Tian Wujing.
In fact, no matter what era you are in, the heir to your legacy is often more important than your own bloodline heirs.
Heirs are just the continuation of one's own bloodline; and the mantle is the transmission of one's spirit.
After a few generations, no matter how deep the blood relationship is, it will actually fade away, but some spiritual things can often stay fresh for a long time.
It's just that being Tian Wujing's "student" seems very wonderful, but the pressure involved is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
When he is good to you, he is really good;
If something goes wrong when he is training you, you will be gone.
"Your Majesty, I feel uncomfortable because I find that I don't feel uncomfortable at all."
After hearing this answer, Tian Wujing slowly closed his eyes.
two men,
one sitting,
one standing.
Standing in a high position,
Sitting has a low status;
a long time,
Zheng Fan suddenly smiled,
Throwing the cigarette butt into the river,
He reached out and grabbed a handful of mud beside him and threw it into the river.
"You don't like it?" Tian Wujing asked.
Zheng Fan raised his head,
Looking at Tian Wujing standing behind him,
Road:
"My lord, I like to be like you, but I don't like to be you."
What I want to be is you galloping on the battlefield with your cavalry like clouds,
I don't want to be like Tian Wujing and lead a life that is so depressing that it is no different from self-mutilation.
Tian Wujing nodded thoughtfully,
He opened his mouth and said:
"I know."
"call………"
Zheng Fan adjusted his body silently, changing his sitting position to kneeling on one knee, facing Tian Wujing,
"Your Majesty, please forgive me."
"What you said is only true. In the military, it is only a crime to lie about military information. There is no crime to tell the truth."
Tian Wujing lowered his body and sat down by the river.
He glanced at Zheng Fan who was kneeling there,
Tian Wujing reached out and patted the place beside him where Zheng Fan was sitting.
"sit down."
"Thank you, Lord."
that's it,
Two Pixiu horses stood side by side and complained. The smaller one was obviously a little panicked and lacked confidence;
Just like the two men in front,
One's back is as majestic as a mountain, while the other's aura seems to be suppressed and somewhat depressed.
Although General Zheng responded to every call in the Shengle Army, on weekdays in Shengle City, he could even wave his hand to attract enthusiastic cheers from the local people;
But when beside Tian Wujing,
Who can suppress him in terms of momentum?
Of course, there is no need to suppress this.
"Actually, I don't want you to take the same path as me."
Zheng Fan was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
Previously, he just wanted to vent his emotions a little presumptuously, so he rarely showed his true feelings.
After all, no matter how majestic Tian Wujing is, in Zheng Fan's view, he actually looks like a stern brother to himself.
As a younger brother, it is natural for a younger brother to cry, make trouble, and vent his emotions within certain limits.
Of course, this has to be done to a certain extent.
After that, it becomes annoying;
Eunuch Wei once said that the Supervisor of Ceremonies lacks talents like Zheng Fan.
Because this kind of how to be intimate with the master without breaking the rules is really the most advanced knowledge for these slaves who want to climb up.
In Eunuch Wei's view, Zheng Fan is the master of this collection of Taoism.
But it was up to him how he played. What Zheng Fan didn't expect was that at this moment, Tian Wujing actually seemed to want to express his true feelings.
This made Zheng Fan instinctively feel a little frightened.
"This road is too bitter, too tiring, and too lonely."
Zheng Fan knew that this road was stained with blood, blood that could not be cleaned or wiped away no matter what.
"My lord, if you were given another chance, what would you choose?"
Zheng Fan couldn't help but ask this question.
silence,
silence,
silence……
a long time,
A smile appeared on Tian Wujing's face. It wasn't a warm smile, but it wasn't a bitter smile either. There was even a slight hint of relief.
Road:
"I, the king, have already chosen."
At this time,
The surface of Wangjiang in front of the two of them had begun to turn red. It was upstream, and the blood of Chu people flowed into Wangjiang.
Tian Wujing pointed in the upstream direction,
Road:
"Go up and have a look. Don't waste it. Your layout is huge, but if you don't have enough courage to fill it, no matter how big the layout is, it will be empty after all."
Zheng Fan stood up silently, turned around, glanced at Tian Wujing who was still sitting by the river, and then took steps and started walking upstream.
Tian Wujing's voice sounded again:
"Martial arts and life are actually the same. The higher you go, the more blood and corpses you see.
You don’t have to like it, otherwise you will become like Li Fusheng and go astray;
You can't be numb. Under numbness, you ignore not only the things you don't want to see. "
"My lord, what should we do?"
Zheng Fan asked as he walked south along the river.
"You have to learn to adapt."
This is the answer given by Tian Wujing.
The blood in front of you is all fresh. You can see it rolling and staining on the river surface, and you can seem to smell the smell of blood permeating the air at the tip of your nose.
Zheng Fan adjusted his breathing and walked forward step by step. Tian Wujing's words were still echoing in his mind.
This is an instruction from a tyrannical being who was able to defeat the Sword Master in a single fight.
Zheng Fan naturally knew how important and precious this kind of advice was, so he definitely couldn't waste it.
The Pixiu belonging to Zheng Fan saw Zheng Fan walking up alone, and instinctively wanted to follow him, but was blocked by the bigger Pixiu next to him.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun,
Zheng Fan walked slowly,
Gradually,
As the killings of the Chu people by the Yan army upstream began to intensify,
The blood on the river began to become thicker and thicker.
It seemed that due to the stimulation of the scene before him, the energy and blood in Zheng Fan's body began to gradually become restless.
The body of a Chu man floated down the river.
Next, there is the second body, the third body, the fourth body...
Soon, there will be no need to count anymore, because some of them are already unclear.
Upstream, the knights of the Yan Army began to chase downstream, using their bows and arrows to kill the Chu people who tried to escape by hiding in the river.
The water quality of Chu people is generally much better than that of Yan people.
But since the killers have already begun, the Yan people will naturally not be polite, let alone give the Chu people the possibility to escape.
When the knights passed by Zheng Fan, they naturally recognized Zheng Fan and the uncle Ping Ye.
Seeing that the commander-in-chief who had previously set off a wave of killings and prisoners was actually walking south alone at this time, some knights greeted him, while some knights just slapped the armor on their chests with their sabers in response.
But after seeing that Zheng Fan seemed to have no time to pay attention to them, and was just walking south with his head buried in thought, these knights did not stop and continued to chase their targets.
When the butcher's knife is drawn, it is naturally impossible to stop it in time.
I think back when the Marquis of Jingnan killed his entire family, those soldiers of Jingnan who were red-eyed and under great psychological pressure almost killed the Queen as well.
But fortunately, there are enough Chu prisoners of war here. Even if it is not enough for all Yan soldiers to cut off a head, it is more than enough to splatter some blood on their armor.
While walking, Zheng Fan suddenly felt that there seemed to be a shadow beside him.
On the left side of my body, it seems to be walking with me.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man wearing a black sweatshirt with a cigarette in his mouth. His eye sockets were sunken and his knuckles were white.
This person is very familiar, the kind of familiarity that almost breaks through the barrier.
But it was so strange, as if they were strangers from a long time ago.
No matter how strong the lovesickness is, no matter how much nostalgia, once it is divided into the present and the past, it will become a real world away from each other.
Zheng Fan felt that his vision was starting to blur a little.
his knowledge,
Suddenly there was some deviation and confusion;
我 是 谁 ，
I am Zheng Fan.
then me,
Which Zheng Fan is he?
The image of myself in the studio working on a manuscript seemed to reappear in my mind. The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and there were two buckets of instant noodles in the trash can at my feet.
The curtains are tightly closed, so it is impossible to distinguish between day and night. The rhythm of life that begins with sunrise and ends with sunset has long ceased to be the mainstream for some people.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Boom boom boom!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
ear,
The sound of horse hooves began to be heard, as well as the shrill screams of Chu people who were hit by arrows in the Wangjiang River.
These voices dragged Zheng Fan out of the whirlpool of memory. He opened his eyes again in a daze, and was met with a gust of dust, which made him confused.
"Uncle!"
"grown ups!"
From time to time, cavalrymen passing by saluted him, but Zheng Fan just rubbed his eyes with his hands and did not respond.
at last,
My eyes feel much better.
But when he carefully looked to the left side of his body again, he found that he was still there in the sweatshirt;
Still following the frequency of his own pace, he was walking forward step by step, and there was a smile on his face. This smile was for himself.
Is it mocking?
Not like it.
Is it disdain?
Nor is it.
On the contrary, it was as if he had seen something interesting and made himself laugh.
Zheng Fan reached out and patted his head. He didn't know if this was the feeling he wanted to find, but he felt a little uncomfortable now and wanted to get out.
Moreover, Zheng Fan did not dare to shift his gaze to the left and began to turn to the right, hoping that there would no longer be any dazzling presence in his field of vision.
But he was wrong,
Because it was only now that he discovered,
On your right side,
There was actually a person standing there.
This man was covered in blood and wore the same armor as himself. In fact, he was exactly the same as himself now;
The only difference may be the red pupils in the other person's eyes and the look of greed and enjoyment on his face.
Zheng Fan couldn't help but cover his ears with both hands.
He felt that he should have entered some kind of mental abnormal state now.
Maybe he was stimulated by his own order to kill prisoners.
It may also be that he was stimulated by Tian Wujing's previous words.
or,
It may also be that the emotions and problems that have been accumulated deep in my heart for the past few years have been completely released at this time.
I,
Who is it?
This is a question many people ask themselves.
And now,
But it was a question that Zheng Fan urgently wanted to know the answer to.
Pity,
The blind man is not with him now.
Zheng Fan stopped, lowered his head and squatted down.
In his mind, various pictures began to appear in disorder.
For a moment, I was in the ward where I was being euthanized;
After a while, he stood at the top of Xuehaiguan City again, looking at the savages below who were attacking the city;
Suddenly, he was standing in the roast duck shop, looking at Xiao Liuzi looking at him with a smile, holding a roast duck in his hand;
Then,
He found himself standing in front of a birthday cake again, and the friends in the studio sang happy birthday to celebrate his birthday.
Accompanying the rapid flipping of the screen was an extremely strong feeling of nausea.
"vomit………"
Zheng Fan put his hands on the ground and began to retching violently.
He was in so much pain, his brain hurt so much, it felt like his whole body was being torn apart, and unfortunately, he didn't know where he should go.
The blind man was a psychiatrist in his previous life. In fact, the other demon kings are not ordinary. In terms of character, even the most honest Fan Li, how dare you think he is so honest?
But, maybe this is darkness under the light.
After spending a long time with the demon kings, Zheng Fan has actually been making progress and changing himself to adapt to them and at the same time, to the world;
The demon kings were also happy with the changes in their master, because if nothing unexpected happened, everyone would have to be bound together all the time. Naturally, they did not want their master to never make progress and lie there forever eating and waiting to die.
But Zheng Fan is a human being after all.
The demon kings have their own experiences and their own personalities.
Even after the world wakes up, they have actually been living according to their own nature. They will not accommodate themselves if they can. In short, being happy and doing whatever they want is the most important.
Zheng Fan was forcibly polished in a short period of time. Deep in his heart, he had actually accumulated too many negative emotions, but there was no place to pour them out.
And the demon kings also habitually regard the Lord who is getting more and more progressive and changing as one of their own.
In the darkness under the lamp, even the blind man did not notice Zheng Fan's emotional and psychological changes, so he naturally did not sort out or mediate.
Originally, these problems would not break out at this time, because Zheng Fan could continue to endure, and his endurance had not yet reached its limit.
But today,
But it broke out.
Some cavalrymen called "Uncle" or "Sir" when passing by Zheng Fan;
Then not long after, they saw their own prince walking behind them, and immediately shouted:
"My lord!"
Tian Wujing followed Zheng Fan,
He originally had no intention of following him.
What he wants is to use this blood energy to allow Zheng Fan to break through the realm of a warrior who is stuck at the seventh level;
He felt that it was not difficult because Zheng Fan was highly qualified.
But gradually,
Tian Wujing discovered that things seemed to be heading in an unknown direction.
Compared with the restlessness of Zheng Fan's blood, Zheng Fan's own thoughts seemed to be in an extremely complicated and painful situation.
This is no longer as simple as breaking through from the seventh level to the sixth level.
This is,
Going crazy.
Obsession is a dangerous threshold that many martial arts scholars need to face, but Tian Wujing did not expect that this situation would happen to Zheng Fan at this time, because it is really unheard of to advance from the seventh level to the sixth level. Sometimes, people become obsessed with things.
This feeling is like Zhang San stole Li Si's chicken and needs to go to the Jinluan Palace to ask His Majesty to judge.
at last,
Tian Wujing saw Zheng Fan in front of him, holding his head in his hands and squatting on the ground. His body began to twitch and spasm, and the energy and blood in his body were gradually changing in an uncontrollable direction.
No matter how much Tian Wujing is the God of War, it is impossible for him to know the secret of Zheng Fan's "two lives";
Therefore, in Tian Wujing's opinion, it may be that Zheng Fan could not bear the pressure because he was "forced" too hard and the methods used were too drastic, which in turn triggered signs of collapse.
Just as Zheng Fan felt that Tian Wujing was a bit like his own brother,
Tian Wujing didn't really regard this guy as a subordinate who dared to take in his son without hesitation;
people,
It's all emotional.
No matter how cold a person is, he is still a human being.
The palm of Tian Wujing's right hand slowly spread out, and blue aura began to slowly emerge from his side.
Everyone knows that King Jingnan of the Yan Kingdom is a third-grade tyrannical martial artist, but few people know that Tian Wujing actually has Taoist abilities, even though he does not practice Taoism.
Using Taoist mental methods, forcibly concentrating and shaping the mind was enough to pull Zheng Fan back from his obsessive state.
just,
Before Tian Wujing could make any move,
He saw a wisp of black energy coming out of Zheng Fan's body. This black energy had a dirty and filthy aura.
Tian Wujing stopped, his eyes slightly focused, and did not move forward again.
Zheng Fan in front also stopped retching, his body no longer twitched as before, and he even staggered to his feet again.
Everyone has opportunities for everyone.
From Tian Wujing's perspective, he didn't care that Zheng Fan had some little secrets of his own, and as a general in command, he couldn't be as harsh on the distinction between good and evil as a country qigong master.
As long as that thing can be useful to Zheng Fan, he doesn't mind the existence of that thing.
Of course, the premise is that it really works.
"It's a bit...interesting."
……
"Jie Jie... Jie Jie... Jie Jie..."
Childish laughter began to reach Zheng Fan's ears.
Zheng Fan raised his head in confusion and looked forward.
He saw Magic Pill wearing a bellyband standing there, looking at him.
And by my side,
Those two selves, one on the left and one on the right,
still there
They are also doing the same actions as themselves.
For a time,
Zheng Fan was a little confused and unsure.
The magic pill ahead,
Who are you calling?
When a person loses his or her identity, that kind of panic will be all-round. The sense of alienation is stronger than the sadness of walking on the streets of a city late at night, only to find that there is no place for oneself in this city. Countless times.
It seems that he is an abandoned child. Although the world is big, there is no place for him to stay.
Tian Wujing did not take action.
Magic Pill takes action.
What is Magic Pill's expertise?
He is good at using illusions to draw people into them. He uses all kinds of things in the illusion to continuously enlarge the loopholes in the soul, and finally makes his prey collapse and become hysterical.
That’s the fun part about magic pills;
Of course,
In other words,
People who are good at asking questions must first understand the ideas of solving problems in a deeper level.
Magic Pill is also very surprised,
On weekdays, as long as my "father" is not shot or chopped,
It can sleep leisurely and leisurely hiding in the specially designed groove of the armor.
But sleeping and sleeping,
Suddenly I realized something was wrong,
Wake up and take a look,
I found that my "dad" had actually made a situation for myself, and was about to trap myself to death.
you can die,
But you can be killed by me,
What do you mean by committing suicide?
This was Mowan's first thought after waking up, and after this thought arose, it appeared almost without hesitation. Even behind his father, there was a statue that made Mowan feel a little frightened. exist.
"Jiejie...Jiejie...Jiejie..."
In Zheng Fan's field of vision, Mowan was still smiling.
Zheng Fan became more and more confused. He even started to hide away. He had forgotten who he was and did not dare to admit who he was. He was like... a gangster.
"Crack!!!!"
Magic Pill took the initiative to run here.
In fact, if you don't pay special attention to Mamaru's eyes, Mamaru is really a very cute baby image.
Moreover, after looking at his eyes for a long time, he can actually get used to it.
Magic Pill ran to Zheng Fan,
To be precise,
He ran in front of three people.
Mowan stretched out his chubby hand,
It's like a child who ran ahead and found that his father hadn't followed, so he ran back again, holding his father's hand and running forward together.
Zheng Fan, who was wearing a sweatshirt on the left, stretched out his hand.
Zheng Fan, who was wearing armor on the right, also stretched out his hand.
Only Zheng Fan himself did not dare to move.
But Magic Pill didn't touch their hands,
Instead, he continued to wait for Zheng Fan.
Are you...waiting for me?
Zheng Fan couldn't believe it. At this time, he seemed to have fallen into a quagmire. He really couldn't believe that someone would reach out to grab him.
In fact, everyone has their own sensitive period. No matter how strong-looking a man or woman is, when they encounter something exciting or their emotions accumulate to a certain level, they will lie in bed and cry silently alone late at night. On weekdays, The rough nerves, at that moment, seemed to have become extremely sensitive.
Zheng Fan is in this state now. He is actually still Zheng Fan, but at this moment, he is extremely fragile.
"Bang...bangbang..."
The magic pill urged.
at last,
Zheng Fan stretched out his hand tremblingly,
Mowan took the initiative and grabbed Zheng Fan's hand.
he,
chose me?
in an instant,
A feeling of recognition immediately came over me, as if light had appeared in my world again.
The previous cowardice, fear, panic and other emotions all began to dissipate at this time;
Disappearing together were the two selves around him.
I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain;
When Zheng Fan was pulled by the magic pill to stand up,
When Zheng Fan's eyes suddenly opened again,
When in his sight,
When there is no more sentimentality,
He regained his authenticity.
Recalling my previous fragility, I even felt a little ridiculous.
What's wrong with me?
How could I have such ridiculous thoughts?
Is this still me?
If the blind man and the others were to know, they would really be laughed to death.
Zheng Fan stood up straight,
He even subconsciously wanted to cover up his previous gaffe,
He laughed twice,
Then he stretched again.
in an instant,
The qi and blood in the body that had been restless for a long time suddenly became docile and began to flow in an orderly manner.
The threshold of realm that had been stuck on Zheng Fan before was easily broken through.
There was no earth-shattering wave of air,
There is no such thing as the howling wind in the fields,
some,
Only a faint black light flashed out from Zheng Fan's body, so fast that no one could catch it.
Even Zheng Fan himself,
Didn't you notice at this time that you had "advanced" in such a low-key way?
However, the sudden refreshing feeling still made Zheng Fan feel extremely comfortable.
Upstream, the screams of the Chu people were still coming. Zheng Fan yawned. He didn't feel excited, but he didn't feel how cruel or scary either.
When every army goes out to war, they are actually prepared to kill and be killed. Is this so strange?
Turning around and looking at the Wangjiang River, which had been stained red with the blood of the Chu people upstream, Zheng Fan couldn't help but kneel down by the riverside.
Bury your face directly into the river,
a long time,
just looked up,
He sat up straight again.
"Hoo......Hoo..."
Zheng Fan wiped the water droplets on his face with his hands and exhaled loudly.
turn your head away,
But he found Tian Wujing standing there not far away,
Zheng Fan couldn't help but laugh and said:
"Your Majesty, this river water tastes good enough now!"
……
After the covenant was concluded, the Chu people left the city;
King Jingnan gave an order to massacre [-] Chu army prisoners of war, and Wangjiang River was dyed red with blood.
The news reached Yanjing,
The court was furious,
Emperor Yan was furious;
immediately,
Two edicts were issued,
One was sent to Chu State to express apology;
The second one was sent to Yupan City, where he reprimanded Tian Wujing for being domineering and arrogant, and cut off the king's title;
King Jingnan has changed again,
Marquis of Jingnan.
(End of this chapter)