Chapter 290 Seeking in Danger
This sudden question startled Guan Changliang, his eyes flickering slightly: "Young General, you are joking..."
Could it be that he revealed something on his face just now and was seen by this kid?
Guan Changliang couldn't help but look at Qi Shuo.
What he saw was a profile with hard lines, and it was difficult to guess the meaning of the words from the expression on the other person's face.
The young man staring at the bonfire still didn't look at him, as if the bonfire was a stunning beauty, attracting everyone's attention.
In this lively and indulgent environment, Guan Changliang even felt that he had just had auditory hallucinations.
At this moment, the gloomy young man spoke up: "I feel angry."
As he spoke, he picked up a piece of dead branch and threw it towards the campfire.
It was naturally impossible to throw the ball there from this distance. Judging from the fact that he suddenly turned his face to Guan Changliang, he obviously didn't care.
Guan Changliang saw a pair of astonishingly bright eyes, brighter than the bonfire, caused by burning anger.
Somehow, Guan Changliang's heart started beating rapidly, realizing that the opportunity to get closer to the young man in front of him seemed to have arrived.
He needs this opportunity.
As a surrendered general, he had no way to retreat, so he could only tie himself tightly to Northern Qi.
But General Wu Ye didn't trust him, and it was unclear how long it would take for him to slowly win his trust. If Northern Qi destroyed the Great Zhou, and he hadn't accomplished anything, and was outnumbered and weak, how would he, a foreigner who had defected to the enemy, survive?
Wu Ye values this nephew the most, and there is nothing wrong with having a good relationship with Wu Li.
After thinking carefully, Guan Changliang didn't dare to speak rashly, and he observed the other party's expression more carefully.
Compared to the coldness I usually see, this handsome face is much softer under the light of the night.
Guan Changliang raised the corner of his lips and said softly, "Why do you say that, Young General?"
He asked, picking up the wine jar at hand and filling Qi Shuo's bowl with wine.
Qi Shuo grabbed the wine bowl and gulped it down, then put the bowl heavily on the ground. His hoarse voice was filled with anger: "I was unlucky to be captured. If I knew that my uncle had exchanged 700 war horses for me, I would rather die in the hands of the enemy than have them respect me with their eyes mocking me!"
When Guan Changliang heard this, he immediately understood why the young general, who had been unfriendly to him during the day, had changed his attitude.
This is because they feel that they share the same suffering.
Yes, a gifted child like Wuli had never suffered such a setback.
Not to mention that among so many Northern Qi soldiers, there were bound to be some who were not well controlled and showed some ridicule towards the young man who was exchanged for four Zhou generals and 700 war horses. Even if there was concern in their eyes, it would be interpreted as something else by the young general who was particularly sensitive because of his hurt self-esteem.
"Don't worry about these, Major General. Once you show your prowess on the battlefield, those people will naturally not dare to do anything. In my eyes, the value of a Major General cannot be compared to a few hundred war horses. They are too short-sighted." Guan Changliang filled the empty wine bowl again.
Of course, he wouldn't be so foolish as to speak for those people. What he wanted wasn't to untie this kid's knot, but to always have a sense of sympathy for him. To do that, he had to subtly enhance this kid's sensitivity.
"I am wholeheartedly committed to submitting to our Qi State, but these days... I have to say I'm angry and feel a little uncomfortable..." Before they knew it, Guan Changliang was speaking and Qi Shuo was listening.
Looking at the young man who was listening quietly, Guan Changliang felt very satisfied.
Looking at the rebel who was talking nonstop, Qi Shuo also felt very satisfied.
A few days later, when the two met in the camp, they were able to talk to each other.
The relationship between the two has subtly changed, and no one else notices.
When Wu Ye led his troops to attack again, he no longer refused Qi Shuo's request to go to the battlefield.
It's true that Wu Ye loves his nephew, but from Qi Ren's perspective, the braver the child, the more promising he is, and he shouldn't be raised as a sheep. Now that his nephew has recovered his strength, of course he should go and kill the enemy.
As the attack horn sounded, Qi Shuo rushed towards a deputy general of the Great Zhou with a knife in hand.
The deputy general was also holding a long sword, and the two swords collided, making a loud clashing sound.
At the moment when the two war horses carrying their respective masters passed each other, a letter was transferred from Qi Shuo's hand to the deputy general of Da Zhou, without anyone noticing.
"Capture the little boy Wuli alive and exchange him for 700 war horses!" An unknown soldier from the Great Zhou shouted, and immediately many people rushed towards Qi Shuo.
When Wu Ye heard this, his face changed drastically and he shouted, "Wuli, don't fight any longer, retreat!"
Qi Shuo was glad that he didn't have to hurt his own people, and he quickly rode his horse away from the Zhou army who were glaring at him and treating him like a mountain of gold, with a look of frustration and anger on his face.
After the fight, many people fell down forever, and the survivors returned exhausted and smelled of blood.
On the side of the Great Zhou, many soldiers expressed regret.
"We should have surrounded him from the beginning, but unfortunately we let that guy get away."
"Yes, seven hundred war horses!"
Prince Jing scolded him with a dark face: "How can you just pick on one person and fleece him? Never do that again!"
After pulling out his baldness, he was found to be his son. It was the end of him!
The generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty all knew that this prince had a good temper, and one of them boldly said, "Your Highness, those are seven hundred war horses!"
Prince Jing glared at him and said, "If you do it again, that old dog Wu Ye would still be willing to give up 700 war horses? It would be better to kill his nephew with my own hands!"
"Is that so..." The middle and lower-level generals felt a little regretful after hearing what Prince Jing said.
"Of course, if I put myself in their shoes, I would definitely think so." Prince Jing's resounding words fooled the generals, but he felt regretful in his heart.
If it really was Wuli, he would personally lead people to fleece the sheep, release them after fleecing them, and then fleece them again...
After everyone dispersed, the deputy general who had fought with Qi Shuo quietly came to Prince Jing and presented him with a letter.
When Prince Jing opened it, his expression immediately became extremely solemn.
The letter contained a map of the Qi army camp, the shift change times and patrol route frequencies, as well as a plan to eliminate the traitor Guan Changliang.
Prince Jing couldn't help but tighten his grip on the letter.
Why is there another plan?
His first reaction was disapproval.
Getting rid of Karasuno is inherently risky. One wrong step could result in the loss of one's life, so how could there be any extra complications?
Additional branch - Prince Jing read the contents of the letter again and couldn't control his excitement.
It seems very promising!
When it comes to their hatred for Northern Qi, the Zhou people could talk about it for three days and three nights, but there are those who are more hateful than the Qi army: the traitors who stabbed their own people in the back.
I really want to eat the flesh of this beast alive.
If we kill Guan Changliang and then that old dog Wu Ye, maybe we can temporarily cease the war...
Prince Jing took another look at the letter and sighed deeply.
Even if there are no such benefits, he has no choice but to cooperate. The time is already set in the letter. Even if he wants to stop it, he can't send the message. Not cooperating will make it more likely for something to go wrong.
This guy is really calculating.
Prince Jing complained, but the blood in his body was boiling.
Then give it a try!
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