In the labor camp, Tu Rong was sitting on a pile of weeds.
He listlessly fiddled with a straw in his hand.
The once mighty and fiercest general of Java has now fallen into such a state of destitution.
Dressed in rags, with disheveled hair and a scraggly beard, he had lost all trace of his former glory.
When Chen Qingwan saw Tu Rong, she was deeply shocked.
She could still sense the battle-hardened, iron-blooded aura emanating from Tu Rong.
This kind of aura is something that those pampered people in Datong possess.
This is something that military generals who only talk about strategy on paper do not possess.
Among the generals of Datong, there was not a single one who could match him!
If we can bring this person under our command, why should we worry about the rise of Da Tong?
"Oh, isn't this the famous General Tu?"
Lu Yan walked up to him and looked down at him.
"What, you've come to your senses? Planning to surrender?"
Tu Rong remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking:
"Lord Lu, I admit defeat."
"If you lose, you should act like a defeated general."
Lu Yan scoffed.
"You think you still have room to bargain?"
"I know."
Tu Rong took a deep breath.
"I only have one question for Lord Lu."
"Ask away."
Why keep me alive?
Tu Rong stared directly into Lu Yan's eyes, her gaze filled with doubt.
"Keep you here?"
Lu Yan pretended to be deep in thought, then clapped his hands as if he had suddenly realized something.
"Oh, I remember now, you're a good source of labor!"
“Look, since you came, the sanitation and environment in our Shannan Prefecture have improved a lot.”
Tu Rong: "..."
He felt a tightness in his chest, as if a turbid gas was blocking his breath.
He was stuck, unable to go up or down, and was almost driven mad by Lu Yan's words.
Chen Qingwan stood aside, watching Lu Yan tease Tu Rong, and secretly found it amusing.
This man really has a sharp tongue!
"Lord Lu,"
Tu Rong's voice was hoarse as she spoke in a low, humble tone:
"I've figured it out... I, Tu Rong, am willing to follow you for the rest of my life!"
Before he could finish speaking, he knelt down in front of Lu Yan with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.
Lu Yan raised an eyebrow, a nonchalant smile on his face.
"Oh dear, you'd better think this through,"
"If Java invades again in the future, and you are sent to fight, you must not be soft-hearted."
“If you escape, I will catch you sooner or later, and you will suffer ten times more torture than you are now,”
"When the time comes, I guarantee you'll wish you were dead!"
His tone was relaxed, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
Tu Rong trembled and immediately kowtowed repeatedly.
"No! No! Please trust me, Lord Lu, I am absolutely loyal!"
His once sharp eyes were now filled with humility and fear.
This scene was like a bolt from the blue to the other Great Jing prisoners.
They watched helplessly as the former number one warrior of Java watched from behind.
Now, however, he grovels at Lu Yan's feet like a stray dog.
Their last hope vanished in an instant.
"Tu Rong! You coward! How could you..."
"Don't be fooled by him! He's a monster!"
Don't forget your motherland! Don't forget your fellow countrymen!
Angry roars rose and fell, sweeping through the entire labor camp like a storm.
Tu Rong, however, was like an enraged beast, suddenly raising his head with bloodshot eyes.
"Shut up, all of you! I never want to go back to that hellish place again! It's hell!"
His voice was filled with despair and a heart-wrenching pain.
Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Lu Yan's lips curled into a barely perceptible sneer.
"It's easy to shut them up."
He said it casually.
Tu Rong looked at Lu Yan as if she had grasped at a straw, her eyes filled with longing and confusion.
Lu Yan didn't speak again, but just stared quietly at Tu Rong.
Tu Rong seemed to understand something, and his eyes gradually turned cold and bloodthirsty.
He pounced on the still-shouting Jing prisoners like a maddened beast.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, screams rose and fell, and the cell was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Chen Qingwan watched in stunned silence, her stomach churning, and a wave of acid gushing up her throat.
She had never seen such a bloody and cruel scene; it was like hell!
She shuddered as she watched Tu Rong's frenzied killing.
This person has probably gone mad!
But what terrified her even more was Lu Yan.
What methods did he use to turn this man into this grotesque state?
Isn't he afraid that this madman will turn around and hurt him?
What kind of horror lies hidden beneath this calm surface?
She suddenly realized that she knew nothing about this man.
"alright!"
Lu Yan's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, stunning Tu Rong, who was in the middle of a frenzied killing spree.
Tu Rong's movements stiffened for a moment.
A blood-stained fist stopped in front of a Javanese labor camp inmate.
That person's head was almost smashed open.
In that instant, the convict was so scared that he wet his pants.
A pungent smell of urine filled the air, mixed with the stench of blood, making one want to vomit.
Tu Rong trembled all over and slowly withdrew his fist, like a deflated balloon.
He walked up to Lu Yan, knelt down again, his body trembling.
Lu Yan looked down at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable like an endless abyss.
Do you know why you've become the way you are now?
Tu Rong's eyes were filled with rage at this moment.
"I know...it's all Java's fault..."
His voice choked with emotion, and tears blurred his vision.
"I suffered for several years in Shannan Prefecture, living a life worse than death every day..."
"But no one in Java came to care for me, no one came to save me!"
He was like a wounded child, crying out about the humiliation and despair he had suffered.
Lu Yan looked at Tu Rong kneeling on the ground.
This was once an invincible and awe-inspiring number one general of Java.
Now that he is in such a wretched state, a strange feeling of...sympathy rises in my heart?
No, this is absolutely not sympathy!
Lu Yan looked at Tu Rong, gently waved his folding fan, and gestured for him to stand up.
"Tu Rong, are you willing to start over?"
Tu Rong choked up for a moment, then nodded heavily.
He knew that the man in front of him was the prefect of Datong.
It had given him hope for survival.
Lu Yan twirled the folding fan in his hand and smiled slightly.
"I need you to help me organize these prisoners and train them into a secret force."
"However, we must be careful not to let anyone discover our plan."
A complex light flashed in Tu Rong's eyes, which ultimately solidified into unwavering resolve:
"Rest assured, Lord Lu, I, Tu Rong, will never let you down again!"
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