Chapter 363 Behind the truth, there are all stinging wounds!

The swordsman of Goryeo Wang Ting got up and walked over with a slightly cold expression to cut Cui Wei's head, but Song Yi grabbed his arm first.

"Go and see your master and give him to me." Song Yi said with a smile.

Gao Li Wang Ting's eyes flashed, and finally wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth and snorted fiercely before leaving.

Song Yi walked over, picked up the heavy halberd on the ground, and put the sharp edge of the halberd on Cui Wei's face, and his eyes were full of killing.

"The soldiers of the State of Zhao don't want to serve the country, but come to assassinate civilians. It's really stupid!"

"The king is defeated... Although I don't know who you are, are you also a civilian? Cui Wei said in a cold voice.

"You don't even know the good and evil nature of the person you want to assassinate. What are you not stupid? Unfortunately, this martial art should have gone to battle to kill the enemy..." Song Yi said with regret, his arms moved slightly, and the sharpness of the halberd pierced Cui Wei's neck skin, and there was blood coming out.

Cui Wei looked cold, but there was doubt in his eyes.

Over there, Goryeo and others have helped the unconscious Wang Shu to get on the horse, and then began to leave. Before that, the Goryeo Wangting knifeman took a cold look at Song Yi.

After the Koreans left, Song Yi asked, "Are you under the order of Zhao Ze?"

"What do I have to do with you? If you want to kill, you can kill. I, Cui, will never beg for mercy." Cui Wei snorted coldly, and the wound on his body was still bleeding outward.

"I should have killed you, but I won't kill you... Otherwise, it would be a pity for this good martial arts. If General Yue came back and knew that I had killed a tiger general, wouldn't he regret it? Song Yi pretended to sigh.

Cui Wei frowned, "You... Do you know General Yue?

Seeing Cui Wei's move, Song Yi knew that it was right to come out in the name of Yue Wu. The soldiers of the State of Zhao may not care about their own life and death, but not many people will not admire Yue Wu.

Song Yi sneered and said, "I'm taking you to the mighty army now. I don't know how others will look at you?"

"You... Who on earth is it?" Cui Wei's eyes finally showed doubt.

"Before killing, you don't even investigate the details. No wonder you will become a knife for others to kill people!" Song Yi snorted coldly and asked Wu Jian to tie up Cui Wei.

Cui Wei was already ready to be killed, but at this time, he suddenly struggled violently and asked who Song Yi was.

When Song Yi saw that Cui Wei's body was bleeding more and more, he was worried that he would lose too much blood. Now he said to Wu Jian, "Den him and take him back..."

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There are several tents standing in the wilderness. Since the tent was installed, several Koreans have never paid attention to Song Yi, and even have a look of indifference when they meet.

Song Yi knew what they were angry about, but he didn't explain it, because he was busy saving Cui Wei now.

The things in this world are too strange. Cui Wei wants to kill him, but he wants to save him... And the premise is that there is neither love nor friendship between them.

Therefore, even Wu Jian is a little difficult to understand. He only knows one rule that rolling in the world is happy and enmity, so Wu Jian's personality is very decisive, as sharp as his blade.

When Cui Wei was awake, Song Yi couldn't wait to come up and cut him a few times. But now, Song Yi is worried because the wound on Cui Wei's body is too deep.

Although there was some medicine around him, it seemed that he could not completely stop the blood on Cui Wei's body. There was a wound cut by the Korean swordsman. Even if it was wrapped in white cloth, it was still penetrated by blood. Song Yi had to be afraid of the swordsman'smanship.

When Song Yi was worried, Cui Wei's pale face moved slightly, and then he frowned and opened his eyes...

There is no need to look. Cui Wei knew that his body had been bandaged, but his hands and feet could not move. Wu Jian tied his whole body together with a rough wooden board.

Cui Wei opened his white lips and said in a low voice, "In my trouser legs, there is Jinchuang medicine..."

Song Yi was stunned. He couldn't laugh or cry and lowered his body to search for it. Sure enough, he found a small bag of gold medicine in the sewn mezzanine. At the same time, he found something else.

A small silver ticket, a delicate earrings, and a wisp of black hair wrapped in red silk thread...

Song Yi gave him some Jinchuang medicine, and quickly stopped the blood at the wound, so naturally Song Yi put the remaining half of Jinchuang medicine into his arms...

When cooking at night, Wu Jian brought back a hare. After it was cooked, Song Yi asked Wu Jian to send half to the Koreans.

Wu Jian asked puzzledly, "Why don't you go?"

"If I mention it now, it will definitely be thrown away by them..." Song Yi said with a helpless face.

Wu Jian understood, but asked strangely, "But why should I go?"

"I can see that you have a good relationship with the Korean swordsman, and he often seems to discuss the problem of swordsmanship with you. At least you are fighting with him today. They still have a good impression of you for the time being!" Song Yi seriously analyzed it.

Wu Jian had no choice but to believe Song Yi's words, but although the half of the roast rabbit was not lost, Wu Jian did not receive any good treatment as Song Yi said. After coming back, he compared the cold attitude of those people with Song Yi, and Song Yi could only smile bitterly.

At night, the torch with the fragrance of pine burned crackling. Cui Wei ate something, and it was obvious that there was blood on his face. At this time, he was curiously watching Song Yi sharpen his knife in the corner of the tent...

"Who the hell are you?" Cui Wei asked.

"..."

"It's mysterious and won't let me die. What's going on?"

Song Yi picked up the sharpened blade and looked at it. He pressed it with his thumb to feel the sharpness. Then he got up with satisfaction and walked to Cui Wei for a few strokes. Then he sat down and sneered at Cui Wei, "You are a hero. Do you know it strange now?"

"A soldier, you should obey orders." Cui Wei said righteously.

"Tut... This is aura! If you don't want to kill me, even I think you are the representative of glory! It's a pity that Zhao Ze asked you to kill me, and you really came. What a pity..." Song Yi said with regret.

"King Kang? What does this have to do with King Kang? Who the hell are you..." Cui Wei frowned and asked.

"Isn't it King Kang? That's impossible. Except for King Kang, only the people in Qingmu Village in the whole sixteen states of Yanyun know me, but the people in Qingmu Village are all my brothers. They can't kill me... It seems that King Kang asked others to order you to kill me? Who is it?" Song Yi asked.

"Are you brothers with those miscellaneous soldiers in Aokizhai? So you are from Qingmu Village?" Cui Wei's eyes were full of doubt.

"Yes... I'm from Qingmu Village. Come on! Who asked you to kill me?" Song Yi's eyes were cold, and he instantly put the blade on Cui Wei's throat.

The blade is already very sharp. As long as Cui Wei moves, he may cut the skin.

But obviously, Cui Wei was not even a trace of fear. He didn't believe that Song Yi would kill him again if he saved him, so he sneered and said, "You said you were from Qingmu Village. How do you prove it?"

"I said boy... Now your life is in my hands. Do you want me to prove it to you? Song Yi said angrily.

"Anyway, I won't believe what you say. If you want to kill, you can do whatever you want..." Cui Wei closed his eyes, and a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, but his heart was full of great doubts, as if he faintly felt that he was trapped in a conspiracy.

"Well, it's okay to tell you anyway, so that you can know what you have done as a soldier of the State of Zhao..."

"The people of Qingmu Village are my brothers, and the reason why the hundreds of people in Qingmu Village came to the sixteen states of Yanyun is that I entrusted them to escort a handwritten letter from General Yue Wu's mansion and Mrs. Yue's handwritten letter to General Feng Qingting! Naturally, I can't tell you what is involved, but therefore... My brothers have been killed and injured on the battlefield. They are honored. If you are smart enough, you should know that after the death of General Feng, the so-called miscellaneous soldiers in Qingmu Village... Their glory is covered up, and who is the one who did it? Yes... It's Zhao Ze, the king of Kang.

"Zhao Ze is narrow-minded. It is clear that he can only dominate the army, but he wants to occupy most of his military achievements! Ha ha... I came to Yanyun Sixteen States. Is he afraid? Otherwise, why did I send you to assassinate me? He is the king of Kang, and I... Now it's just a small soldier under the banner of the mighty army. No matter who he asks you to kill me, I just want to ask you... As the person who instructed you to kill me, does he need to attack me, a powerful soldier, in this way? What's your intention?"

The words are pearly.

Song Yi's words gradually carved out the truth of the matter like a knife, and the truth clearly presented in front of Cui Wei was very simple.

Cui Wei was ordered by Han Cheng. If Song Yi was really a small soldier of the mighty army, then he would really be used as a knife in the conspiracy.

However, Cui Wei is naturally unwilling to accept such a truth.

He asked slightly confusedly, "What did you say? What do you use to prove it?"

Song Yi pointed to a corner of the tent, and Cui Wei raised his eyes and looked over...

The cold light under the fire, dazzling... It is the heavy armor of the mighty army.

Suddenly, the strength of the whole body was pulled away, and the feeling of being betrayed and being fooled was like a few sharp blades inserted into Cui Wei's heart at the same time.

Cui Wei left Shuzhong and has been under the account of Hancheng. From the little soldier to the centurion, he was deeply appreciated by Hancheng, so the charge was at the top, so he accumulated military achievements to the centurion.

In his mind, even if Han Cheng was repeatedly defeated in the sixteen states of Yanyun, he was still his eldest brother.

From the south and the north, he disdained the contempt of those northern soldiers. On the battlefield, he proved to the mighty army who charged together that Cui Wei was a tough general!

But at this time, like broken porcelain, the loyal heart is mottled and broken, full of cracks.

Silently, Cui Wei shouted.

No-

After so much truth, it's all stinging wounds!