These soldiers wasted a full 19 years of their lives for the Murong family. Now that the Grand Marshal has been captured and the Murong family is in decline, there is no point for these soldiers to sacrifice their lives.
Instead of fighting to the death with your blood brothers, it is better to surrender and win happiness for the rest of your life.
"You have completely defeated the 400,000-man army. You have already won. Before I die, I want to see who you really are. I wonder if you can fulfill my last wish?"
Shortly after the stern words fell, Kong Fan stood up quietly not far from him.
Seeing Kong Fan standing up, the members of the Kuangfeng team also stood up. They looked around at the dark mass in front of them and felt extremely happy.
A strict order was issued not long ago to capture them, but before they were captured, they had already pretended to faint. The soldiers who were carrying them fell down along the way, and in the end they had no choice but to crawl all the way here by themselves. It was really not easy!
They had crawled over because they were afraid Yan Yan would run away, but they had heard Yan Yan's conversation with Er Gou just now. As for General Yan, Murong Qingyu's top general, they felt a little sad for him at this moment.
However, it is only a humanitarian tragedy.
As the saying goes, those with different ideals cannot work together. As for enemies, no matter how noble they are, their relationship with them is only that of enemies. They are the raging wind, a sword piercing the enemy's heart. They are the blade, and when they strike, they will never be soft on the other side because of their personality.
Looking at the more than one hundred people standing up beside him, his stern eyes were unusually calm.
"You guys... are really amazing!"
These are harsh words from the heart.
As these more than a hundred people rose to their feet at varying speeds, he felt as if he were facing only one person. To call such a team formidable would be an understatement; they could only be described as terrifying.
"General Yan, you are too kind." Kong Fan responded politely with a fist salute.
"Are you killers?" Yan Yan asked uncertainly.
"No, we are soldiers." Kong Fan said proudly.
Kong Fan's answer obviously startled Yan Yan, and then he burst into laughter.
Yan Yan laughed for a long time, and when he had laughed enough, he slowly stopped. During this time, the more than one hundred people just stared at him silently, waiting for him. No one spoke. They were actually... examining him!
"Which army are you from? Is your master Qian Yeming?"
To be honest, in this place where information is blocked, the information he can get is very little. In order to stabilize the morale of the army, every time Murong Qingyu came here, he would only report good news and not bad news.
All he knew was that the emperor was incompetent, the crown prince was terminally ill, the princes were ambitious, and the entire South Vietnam was in dire straits.
It was not until he heard the news that Murong Qingyu was captured by Qian Yeming and hung at the Meridian Gate for the people to vent their anger that he realized that things were completely different from what he knew.
His master was dead, and if he wanted to assist the young master in ascending to the throne, he had to master some basic intelligence. You know, understanding the enemy is better than understanding your friends; this is what a general should and must do.
During this period, he specially sent people to inquire about Qian Yeming's affairs. He was amazed that the sickly prince did not move.
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