Chapter 25 blaming

In the dark night sky, lead-colored clouds are heavily pressed, and the silver glow of the moon is coated with a halo around the clouds, which is soft and beautiful. But in Liang Anzhi's eyes, the cloud illuminated by the moonlight is like an enlarged pupil after death, staring at him emptyly. The low clouds seemed to press straight on his heart, and the gloomy mood was even more uneasy because he was away from home, or he always felt that there was something wrong with him tonight, but he couldn't say what was wrong. This is his intuition as a general of a country. As the general of Liuhu of Nanliang, he had to be a little careful. As a general, he led thousands of troops and horses to rage, and the corpse was only in one thought, and he could not tolerate any carelessness.

He couldn't help tightening the fiery red command on his shoulders - the autumn night in the erratic city was much colder than that of Nanliang. Although the butter torch was lit between the tents, the shady moisture still penetrated through the cracks of armor. The surroundings were very quiet. The warriors of Nanliang were very tired of running to the imperial capital for a long distance. They didn't care about the most terrible vigorous riding they had to face, and they slept to death one by one. Within a miles of the square circle, there were all the tents of Nanliang. General Liuhu rode on a green mane war horses and looked at the tallest tent in the center of the tent - only the tent was still brightly lit. The general couldn't help sighing and sighed secretly, "The lord of the country is really working hard and sleeps at night!" Thinking of the state of Liang, when he was in love with the people and patriotism, the general warmed his heart: "The lord is really a good man!"

He took the wine bag from the saddle and took a big sip, trying to dispel the cold. However, Nanliang's aley wine was really weak, only a little spicy at the moment of the mouth, and only the sweet smell of wheat was left after swallowing. The general muttered angrily, if only there was the strongest 'white moon drunk' on the grassland. The barbarian-brewed spirits could be cut all the way from the throat to the stomach like a red knife. However, that kind of liquor was sold in several pots of gold in the imperial capital. He really couldn't afford it. The bold merchant risked being killed by barbarians to buy that kind of liquor from the grassland north of the barbarians. Naturally, the price is much higher. The general took another sip of wheat wine, imagining that it was the 'white moon drunk' of the grassland, and his face was full of intoxication--

"Ah--" A sad cry abruptly cut through the dead night like a war, and the general's intoxicated face became alert in an instant. Looking around, it seems to come from the main account of the country. The general's heart trembled. Did someone assassinate him? He was busy adding a whip to the buttocks of the horse, and the horse staggered like electricity and flew like the lord's tent.

One after another, warriors awakened by screams crawled out of the tent sleepy. The general was anxious and roared, "Get out of here for me--" The green mane horse flies flexibly between people, and several warriors were still hit by the galloping horses. Now the general can't control so much, and the country is mainly tight. He tried his best to lie on the horse to reduce the resistance brought by his body, but his mind remembered the beautiful and kind daughter of the lord - if something happened to the lord, how could he explain to the little fairy-like girl? The general shook his head and tried to wake himself up. He regretted drinking so much wine.

arrived, before the horse stopped, he turned over and jumped down from the saddle. The powerful impulse made him turn over a few big heels to stabilize his body. The burly general staggered up and saw many warriors crowded in the national account. His heart couldn't help sink, and the uneasiness became stronger. He pushed away the crowd, kicked away the warrior in front of him, and rushed to the front - instantly stunned!

Is that the owner of the country? Dark red blood was splashed on the ten-foot-high roof of the tent, and there was a blood stain lying just below, and none of them could be said to be a corpse. The man lay on his back, his limbs stretched out strangely like being pulled out by something invisible, his face was twisted and ferocious, his eyes were wide open, and his scattered pupils were like the clouds he had just seen. Looking down his twisted face, the general couldn't help covering his mouth! He was cut from the neck to the lower abdomen, and the organs and intestines in his chest were pulled out and thrown beside him. The dark red heart and lungs and slippery intestines were red and white, as if a devil broke his stomach and crawled out of his body.

The general resisted the tide in his heart and saw the pile of white intestines surging in his stomach. He pushed away the stunned warriors, strode to the lord, squatted down and brushed the lord's violent eyes. He didn't close his eyes and died without a whole body. Such a kind and benevolent lord was so poisoned. The general felt that a flame in his heart was swelling and burning, and he wanted to burn through his chest. He asked in a gloomy and cold voice, "Who saw who the murderer was?" His hands were pinched into fists, and the thick bone joints exploded.

A samurai said, "It's a man with red hair and a red robe. He said he was a dead man of Shen State!"

The general frowned, the dead man of the State of Shen? Is there really such a group of people? It is said that Shen Guo trained a group of killers, and they were directly ordered by Shen Gulan, the lord of Shen. This group of warriors is not large, only more than 300. But each of them is a Death Eater. They are trained to be humanoid tools. Shen Guoguo mainly does whatever they do, including orders such as suicide! It is said that these killers are very good at it. It is not a problem to break the tiger and leopard with their bare hands, and they can't fly through the eaves and walls. But with so many Nanliang warriors, can't you keep a killer?

The general squatted in front of the messy body of the state and looked up at the frightened warriors around him. The anger in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and his burst body fluctuated with his heavy breathing. He said word by word, "You - so many people - can't keep the enemy?"

The warriors lowered their heads one after another, and no one could afford the angry rage of the majestic general. His ferocious face was so terrible that no one even dared to look into the general's eyes. If the ordinary general is a straightforward man, the angry general is a murderous devil! They have seen the general slashing crazily on the battlefield, and there is only the word 'invincible' in their minds. Among Mengyang's famous generals, in terms of strategy, the first recommendation is Ye Mingshan, the general of Zhentian; in terms of bravery, their tiger generals are definitely among the best. A warrior whispered, "General, the murderer finally turned into a red light and flew away. Too fast, we--we--" Finally, the samurai's voice became smaller and smaller, until it was as inaudible as a mosquito!

The general jumped up like a leopard, pulled the talking warrior with an eagle's paw, almost facing his face, and roared fiercely, "You fucking make it clear and become a red light, fairy? Do you want to frame me? Believe it or not, I will tear you alive!" The furious general roared almost out of his mind, and the warrior who was picked up like a chicken almost fainted.

"General, really, we were about to rush over and take down the murderer, and he suddenly turned into a red light and flew outside and disappeared. The little ones could see it clearly and had no intention of coaxing the general!" Another samurai said, and the others nodded in echo. Thinking of the snow-white teeth with a smile on the blood-stained handsome face, the warriors have a sense of faintness - is life not even worth the grass in the hands of the demon? Looking at the messy body of the lord, they only felt that the demon was inhuman and played with death. How could they measure it with common sense?

The general let go of the warrior, sighed, and patted him on the shoulder to apologize. irritability was his shortcoming, but it was his advantage to dare to admit his mistakes afterwards. The warriors who know him don't care about anything. After all, this general is still worth making friends with each other.

The general's rock-like tough face gradually rose. He said, "Call all the generals above thousands of commanders and search all over the circle to find the murderer!"

"Yes!" With the general's calmness, the warriors also had the backbone, not as panicked as before. They regained their firmness as warriors and left with fists in their hands.

Waiting for everyone to leave, the general choked in his throat in the face of the messy body of the country. The general who is used to life and death is a little uncomfortable at this moment. Isn't it because he is afraid of the death of the lord of the country, but just feels very bitter. Lord, what a good person, will end up like this? He saw the white jade peace charm hanging between the belt of the country's belt. The blood did not stain it. It was still as delicate and warm as the girl's white cheeks, and it was so touching in the dark red blood stains. The general lost his mind. He seemed to see that the kind little girl before the expedition stood on tiptoe and put it around her father's waist and asked her father to come back as soon as possible. The youngest daughter of the lord lost her mother when she was young, and now she has lost her only father. How can he explain it to her? The general himself did not dare to face the lovely face like a god.

He trembled and stretched out his hand, took off the white jade peace charm, carefully took out his handkerchief and wiped it, and then hid it in a close place. He wanted to bring this thing back to the South Liang Kingdom, along with the head of the black hand behind the murder of the country. Only in this way can his mood calm down and his guilt not make him crazy.

The general raised his head and shouted angrily, "Shen Guo, I, 30,000 armored warriors in Nanliang, will never die with you!"

The sound of anger bloomed like thunder on the tip of his tongue and resounded throughout the night sky. The general's anger ignited the fighting spirit of every Nanliang warrior. The army that just wanted to act suddenly turned into a sharp arrow, a poisoned fierce arrow, and anyone who dared to hinder them would be ruthlessly penetrated until it pierced the enemy's heart. The death of the lord not only did not kill them, but also aroused the infinite indignation in the hearts of the Nanliang warriors. Such an army is no longer a scattered army. Their hands can destroy the sky and the earth, and can move the mountains and rivers, which can move the gods in the sky!

Boiling night, desolate moon, passionate people! The wolf smoke in troubled times was lit in the hands of the Nanliang warriors, but they were destined to be corpses and bones, and they were destined to be a mourning. The battlefield placed by the gods is not a dark flower that can be killed by indignation and courage. I don't have the courage to cry, but I can see clearly when I fall to the ground! The wind and sand rose everywhere, and the dust was everywhere. Then they broke the halberd and raised the knife and killed a horse. Only then did the arrogant people find that they were in danger of never turning over.

In the moon, a pretty upright figure stood on the top of the tall tent of the Lord of Nanliang, and the elegant robe was blown like a winding cloud by the night wind. The figure stood against the light and appeared as black as ink in the bright moonlight. The moonlight was coated with a silver edge on his silhouette. He looked down at the countless indignant warriors roaring and roaring with swords, and a trace of ridicule flashed through the corners of his mouth. Then his dark red eyes narrowed into a crescent-like gap, and his illusory voice whispered, "That's right! Only when you get angry first can you look good, just like in front of the beast, it will make the beasts excited first! So, Nanliang is the first beast, so who is next? Really... I'm looking forward to it!"

He raised his blood-stained hand to his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked it gently. The blood had solidified into a scab, the sweet smell fainted on the tip of his tongue, and the expression on his face was as sweet and satisfied as a child secretly eating preserves.