Thirteen's heart skipped a beat.
"You'd rather believe the Yan Emperor, who sits in a high position, and believe his nonsense, than open your eyes and look at the facts!"
"I colluded with the Xiongnu to betray my country? Ha! What a slanderous accusation!"
“My Zhou family is full of loyalty, and we have shed blood for the Yan Kingdom. My ancestors for three generations all died at the hands of the Xiongnu. What do you take me, Zhou Zhenguang, for? Would I, for the sake of power, side with the murderer of my father?”
"It was Emperor Yan who couldn't stand my military power and my achievements overshadowing the emperor. He wanted to discard me after I had served my purpose. He secretly fabricated false evidence to slander the Zhou family for treason, waiting for me to hand over military power so he could eliminate the entire Zhou family!"
At this point, General Zhou's emotions were stirred up.
His eyes reddened slightly, and the resentment and anger that had been building up in his heart surged up.
He spoke with a piercing tone: "I am not afraid of death, what do I have to fear about dying, but my son is not! My son is only twenty years old."
"How can I, as his father, stand by and watch him die unjustly! What loyalty to the emperor, what protection of the country! If I can't even protect Cheng'er, how can I talk about loyalty or the country!"
“Thirteen, I took you back to the army camp when you were five years old. I have raised you for eighteen years. I never thought that eighteen years of kindness could not withstand the provocation of Emperor Yan with just a few words. You have truly chilled my heart.”
"Let this friendship end here."
General Zhou opened his mouth and sighed deeply, suppressing the bitter feeling in his chest.
He picked up the spear, glanced at Thirteen without a trace of emotion, pulled on the reins, and rode past Thirteen, heading straight away.
That tall and imposing figure was deeply imprinted in Thirteen's pupils.
That winter.
When the border was attacked by the Xiongnu, his sister and mother were humiliated to death. In despair and hunger, he hid in the snow and watched General Zhou descend from the sky on horseback, sword in hand. This was his white horse hero.
How could he have so easily believed Emperor Yan's words...?
How could they turn against their own saviors? How could they believe that General Zhou would be so selfish as to send his brothers to their deaths!
He finally understood.
He was finally abandoned by General Zhou.
"General—"
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a sound of someone kneeling down came from behind General Zhou.
Thirteen knelt in the pool of blood, his pale lips trembling. He raised his longsword and plunged it into his own neck.
Accompanied by a word of repentance and remorse.
Tears fall, the knife rises, blood splatters, and the sound ceases.
Everything returns to dust.
"Thirteen was wrong. If there is an afterlife, I will repay your kindness!"
"Pfft!"
"Bang!"
General Zhou tightened his grip on the reins slightly. Without turning around, he spurred his horse forward, leading the dozen or so subordinates behind him who also dared not look back, and galloped away.
The body, which had committed suicide, lay in the setting sun.
The sky is red, and so is the blood.
It was dazzlingly red.
Thirteen's eyes were open, his gaze fixed on the direction General Zhou had left, filled with remorse and hatred. Blood bubbles kept rising from his mouth as he moved his lips and said, "Eleven, I've come to atone for my sins."
General, I wish you well.
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The capital city.
With the supplies and ammunition given to him by Zhou Cheng, General Zhou easily wiped out three hundred elite soldiers and headed straight for the border.
Meanwhile, Zhou Cheng was also working hard to cultivate a relationship with Cheng Xianyi and racking up points, just waiting for everything to be ready before he could rise up and confront Emperor Yan, declaring that he was quitting!
Is this really true?
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