Chapter 3302: We should kill him now
He Yi also glanced back, then said, "Your Majesty, the King's uncle is about to begin praying for rain. No one can come up on the stage at this time, otherwise—Your Majesty wouldn't want all the hard work done to go to waste."
“…”
Nan Yan's expression darkened.
That's true.
No matter what, the most important thing at the moment is this war. Whether we can "borrow" this east wind and whether we can "borrow" this rain can almost be said to be the key to victory in the entire battle.
Thinking of this, although she still felt a little unwilling, she had no choice but to stop and not go up.
At this time, the old uncle finally stopped coughing.
At this moment, the sky had completely darkened, and the people under the altar could only see his hunched figure. After covering his chest and finally suppressing the excitement in his heart, he raised his head, and a look of determination appeared on his pale face.
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On the other side, Zhu Chengjun had been tortured to the point of being on the verge of death.
The cage he was imprisoned in looked ordinary and not as scary as the one used for torture, but it could really make one's life worse than death. For a whole day, his knees could neither straighten nor bend. At first he just felt tired, but as time went on, the uncomfortable feeling was like a knife scraping one's bones.
Although there is no blood, it is still excruciatingly painful.
He was so tired that his whole body was weak, but he couldn't even fall into a coma.
Whenever he was so tired that he was about to close his eyes and lose consciousness, his neck would be stuck hard on the top of the cage. At the end of the day, his entire jaw had been rubbed to a bloody mess, and the slightest touch would cause excruciating pain.
As it was getting dark, he was about to die.
Zhu Chengjun looked at the dark sky above his head weakly, and felt that he would not be able to see the sun tomorrow.
"Father...Mother..."
At this time, he was already unconscious and didn't even know whether he was reciting it silently in his mind or speaking it out loud. The instinctive desire to survive made him hold the wooden railings on both sides of his neck tightly with both hands, muttering: "I'm going to die..."
Just then, the sound of horse hooves woke him up again.
He suddenly opened his eyes wide. His knees were almost numb. He could neither stand straight nor bend them. He could only grit his teeth and hold the wooden railings on both sides tighter. He watched in the dim light as a group of horses rushed into the military camp, a man dismounted, and ran quickly towards Arslan's tent.
What's the news?
During the day, Zhu Chengjun had already seen a large number of troops being sent out from the military camp here, and the fighting must have already started.
I don’t know who wins or loses now.
No, it must be my father who wins. The most powerful person in the world is my father. There is no battle that he cannot win!
Moreover, as long as he wins, he can save himself!
Thinking of this, he became more energetic and stared at Arslan's tent with a sharp gaze. After a while, the person who brought the news came out from inside, and the person next to him brought him another horse. He jumped on the horse and ran out again.
After a while, Arslan also came out.
At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and only the light from a few bonfires near and far in the military camp could barely illuminate the outline of his face. Zhu Chengjun vaguely saw that his face did not look very good.
In fact, this is true.
When the sun set, he knew that the war had begun. People from the front kept sending back messages that the battle was still intense.
In fact, it is impossible for this war to be over within a few hours.
If a battle involving hundreds of thousands of people could be concluded so quickly, it would really be a joke.
Even within a few hours, it would be impossible to determine a clear winner. Arslan, who had many years of combat experience, was well aware of this.
But for some reason, even though the fight was still going on and there was no clear winner, he felt uneasy in his heart. Every moment he sat in the tent waiting for news, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Finally, unable to sit still any longer, Arslan walked out of the tent and looked at the pitch-black night in front of him.
He asked, "What time is it?"
Su He said: "The hour of midnight."
"The hour of midnight?"
Arslan frowned and said in a deep voice, "The war has already started for two hours?"
"yes."
"It's been so long..."
He felt his heartbeat getting heavier and heavier, like the beating of a drum. After a while, he suddenly realized that his anxiety came not only from the war at the front, but also from the child trapped in the cage of the prison van.
Thinking of this, Arslan turned around and slowly walked to the edge of the military camp.
Su He followed behind him holding a torch. The flickering light illuminated the little head sticking out of the prison car. The jaw and the area around the neck were bloody and fleshy, and bones could even be seen in some places. The child's face looked even paler and almost dead.
Arslan said coldly: "Still alive?"
The little head slowly turned, lifeless eyes looking at him. After a long while, he heard the child say in a weak voice: "I'm still young. If anyone has to die, you should die first!"
“…”
Arslan's brows furrowed again.
After all, he was also a child himself, and he knew very well that although children may be stubborn, they are still children after all. They can be coaxed with candy or scared with a stick and they will confess anything.
But this child - he was locked up for a whole day with this torture device used on adults, and his neck was almost broken. Even the soldiers around him might not be able to bear this kind of pain, but this child still refuses to let go.
What kind of mentality is this?
At this moment, a chill suddenly rose in Arslan's heart.
At this moment, regardless of the child's background, just look at him at such a young age, and he has such a character. If he grows up and is educated, I'm afraid it will be terrible.
An idea suddenly popped up in Arslan's mind.
Perhaps, we should kill him now.
But then he gave up the idea.
Wanting to kill a child because he is too stubborn is a petty idea that even you would laugh at if you said it out loud.
But the child in front of me is indeed too special.
He frowned and looked at the child for a long time. In the end, he said nothing and turned away with a sullen face. Su He behind him instructed the soldiers around him to keep a good eye on the child and hurriedly followed him away.
Zhu Chengjun finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Arslan leave.
But this time, he really couldn't hold on any longer.
Just then, he heard a rustling sound coming from the grass not far away.
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