Chapter 410 Zong Yan's Choice

There was some confusion and helplessness in the boy's voice.

Zong Qiyun was their cousin and their father's best brother in the clan. It was impossible for him to be like Zhao Yumin and Ma Congzhang, saying one thing in public and doing another in private. It was even more impossible for him to kill them so openly.

But……

It's been so long, why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?

Despair spread like the sea. Not only Zong Yan, but all the soldiers realized that they had become abandoned, a group of forgotten abandoned.

Zong Zhao said, "No, he will definitely come."

His tone was so firm, as if he was speaking to Zong Yan and the soldiers, but also as if he was speaking to himself, to strengthen his resolve and hold on.

The battlefield is full of fighting.

Soldiers were falling.

In the end, only two brothers were left out of the squad of hundreds of recruits. The soldiers of You State surrounded the place, holding spears and shields in their hands, and approached the two men step by step.

On the battlefield, no matter how powerful your martial arts skills are, they cannot defeat thousands of troops.

Everyone knows what will happen next -

These two young men are doomed to die.

Zong Zhao protected his brother and retreated, blocking the attack from the front.

Zong Yan looked at his brother's tall back and his eyes turned red. He had already foreseen the final outcome. He thought he would be able to defend his country and make great achievements on the battlefield, but he didn't expect that he would die in such a miserable place not long after arriving at the barracks.

But, brother...

This shouldn't be the end for you.

In his eyes, his brother is a man of both civil and military talents, capable and reliable. He is someone he looks up to, the pride of his parents, the god of examinations in the hearts of teachers and students, and a loyal minister to the prince. His brother has a bright future and should not die in such a dirty and sinister way.

"Brother." Zong Yan called softly.

"Brother is here, don't be afraid." Zong Zhao replied without turning his head.

Zong Yan tried not to cry. He whispered, "Do you remember the dream I told you about? I dream about her more and more often. If there really is such a person, she should have my jade pendant, the one we bought for four taels of silver on Huadeng Street."

Zong Zhao turned around and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Zong Yan gave him a smile that was uglier than crying, stuffed something into his hand, and left only one sentence: "Help me find her and take good care of her."

Then he pushed Zong Zhao off the cliff with a heavy push.

"Zong Yan!" Zong Zhao pushed him down unexpectedly, leaving only this shout.

The cliff was thousands of feet high and bottomless, and soon no trace of people could be seen.

Zong Yan felt relieved when he saw his brother leaving. He was finally able to laugh. Maybe the Iron Claw Hook could not save his brother's life, but at least there was a glimmer of hope.

And he gave this only chance of survival to his brother.

Zong Yan wiped the tears and blood from the corners of his eyes, gripped the sword tightly again, and rushed towards the huge crowd of Youguo soldiers.

"I'll fight you!"

…

More than a decade had passed, and whenever Zong Zhao thought of that day, he wished he could cut those three people into pieces.

Reinforcements never arrived.

However, the history books record that the battle was won and Zong Qiyun gained military merit, but the battlefield was in the east, and no one mentioned the rookie team that was tricked into being bait in the jungle in the west.

Everyone thought that one of the Zong brothers was dead and the other was missing in the east of the battlefield.

But they didn't expect that Zong Zhao was back.

He rescued his life from the bottom of a cliff, and came to seek revenge on these people with a deep hatred.

“Ah! Ah!! Ah!” The old marquis trembled as he heard all the truth. With bloodshot eyes, he shouted, “Zong Qiyun! Zong Qiyun!! I’m going to kill him! I’m going to kill him!!”

The old lady was also in tears. She stepped forward to stop the old marquis and said, "That beast is dead. Dead as hell."

Xu Wan had always known that Zong Yan died unjustly, but she never thought that he would be killed in this way, tricked into being a bait, with reinforcements deliberately not coming, leaving the only chance of survival to Zong Zhao...

With all these things happening one by one, it's no wonder that Zong Zhao couldn't help but want to go crazy every time he mentioned Zong Yan. She walked to Zong Zhao, held his hand, and tried to give him some comfort.

Zong Zhao just squeezed her hand tightly.

He finally couldn't help but say it out loud, even though it was completely contrary to his original intention. But looking at Zong Yan's tablet and thinking of his brother's voice and smile, he couldn't utter a single lie.

The old lady cried and said, "The border is so far from the capital. When Zong Yan's body was transported back, we couldn't even see his appearance clearly. My poor child must have had many wounds on his body when facing so many enemy soldiers. He must have been in so much pain. Yan'er is most afraid of pain."

"That hypocritical and sanctimonious Zong Qiyun said he had never stopped looking for you. His words were so touching that I had no doubts at all. I even gave him many benefits of the family business." The old marquis remembered, "He, he even said that he thought we were too lonely and wanted to adopt a son..."

If there hadn't been little Jincheng at home at the time, they would have been so desperate that they would have either followed him or agreed to Zong Qiyun's suggestion of adopting the child.

The old lady suddenly realized what was going on. She said in a panic, "Yes, it was our Wanguan family property that aroused his evil intentions?"

The old marquis' figure swayed, his eyes were cold, and he walked out of the ancestral hall trembling: "It was me, I personally sent my two children to the den of tigers and wolves...Puff——"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth and he knelt heavily on the ground.

"Grandpa!" "Father-in-law!"

"Dad!" Zong Zhao ran over quickly and held his pulse. It was because of anger that he was vomiting blood.

The old marquis had blood on his lips, and he was still mumbling, "I was blind, I trusted the traitor, I... killed Zong Yan."

The old lady's tears had already flowed to the point where she could not see clearly. She hurriedly shouted, "Zhao'er, take your father back to his room to rest. He is sick, he is sick."

The old marquis was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. He was not unconscious, but kept muttering to himself that it was all his fault that Zong Yan was in trouble. He refused to drink the medicine prepared by the maids, and when the pain became unbearable, he began to vomit blood.

"No, this is not a solution," Xu Wan said anxiously, "Zong Zhao, my father-in-law can't take his medicine now, and he keeps abusing himself. Can you knock him out and let him sleep and rest for a while?"

Zong Zhao agreed and said, "I'll go right away."

The old marquis finally calmed down.

The old lady wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, her heart aching as if being stabbed by needles. She said that it was he who sent the child to a den of tigers and wolves, but it was also she who brought the family wealth.

After all, they were both responsible for Zong Yan's death. Her heart ached very much, but she couldn't fall down again.