Ming San's scolding interrupted his thoughts.
He ordered the soldiers guarding the city:
"Keep an eye on these people. I will report to General Xia."
After he walked away, Wang Hu lowered his voice and said:
"General, this guy is just a reserve soldier. Once we enter the city, we must..."
"Shut up!"
Zhao Tiangang shouted to stop him.
Wasn't he angry about Ming San's rudeness to him?
But the most important thing right now is to save your life.
He looked around and found that the soldiers guarding the city looked at them with undisguised contempt, and his heart sank.
…
…
In front of the courtyard where Xia He was staying temporarily, Ming San took a deep breath and knelt on one knee:
"I, Ming San, am here to apologize for my crime!"
The sound of a bowstring vibrating was heard in the yard, followed by the dull sound of an arrow hitting the target.
Xia He's doubtful voice followed:
"Come in, what's your crime?"
Mingsan walked into the yard and saw Xia He putting down his longbow.
"I met Zhao Tiangang outside the city."
Ming San considered his words carefully.
"I didn't believe it at first, but after looking at his expression and the reactions of the people around him, I realized that it must be General Zhao!"
"But I took the initiative to prevent him from entering the city, and...had someone teach him a lesson."
"Zhao Tiangang?"
Xia He paused while wiping his hands and frowned slightly.
"Is this person's life so important?"
He was about to say something when the gate was slammed open.
Erpang rushed in:
"Brother He! How many spies were caught outside the city...?"
He suddenly stopped, his eyes wide open.
"Wait, who were you talking about? The one with the surname Zhao? The commander who left us behind to cover his retreat and escaped?"
Ming San smiled bitterly and said:
"That's right. According to the law, insulting the coach is a capital offense. I'm here to accept the punishment."
"fart!"
Erpang exploded immediately.
"That bastard is worthy of being called the head coach? If it weren't for Brother He's brilliant plan, we would have been killed by him long ago!"
He turned to Xia He and said in a rough voice,
"Brother He, Ming San fought well! In my opinion, that Zhao guy should be hung on the city gate..."
"Hanging on the city gate?"
It's not impossible, but it's too conspicuous.
Xia He raised his hand to stop him, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
He looked at Ming San.
"Get up first, don't kneel down all the time. What crime have you committed? Zhao Tiangang deserted the army and fled. According to the law, he should be executed. I will reward you."
Mingsan and Erpang both showed joy.
Xia He walked to the stone table, poured himself a cup of tea, and suddenly spoke:
"Give him a good meal, and when he's done, I'll go see him myself."
…
…
The cold wind was howling, and the dead trees outside Youzhou City were creaking in the wind.
Zhao Tiangang wrapped his tattered robe tightly, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
He looked up at the city gate, but there was still no movement.
"General, it's been two hours..."
Wang Hu's voice was hoarse and his lips were purple from the cold.
Zhao Tiangang did not answer, but just stared at the direction of the city gate.
He felt like he had lost feeling in his feet.
"Wait a little longer..."
"Bang!"
The city gate finally opened a crack, and several soldiers came out holding torches.
"Come with us."
The leading soldier said expressionlessly.
Zhao Tiangang struggled to stand up, his knees cracking under the heavy weight.
"Where is General Xia? Why doesn't he come to see me?"
The soldier glanced at him, and there was a flash of emotion in his eyes that Zhao Tiangang could not read:
"The general is busy with military affairs and cannot spare time for the time being."
This answer made Zhao Tiangang feel nervous.
The guards behind him exchanged uneasy glances.
But hunger and cold left them no choice but to follow the soldiers into the city gate.
The city of Youzhou was surprisingly quiet.
"arrive."
The soldier leading the way stopped in front of a remote courtyard.
"Go in and wait."
There was steaming hot food on the stone table in the courtyard - stewed mutton, white flour buns, and even a pot of wine.
Zhao Tiangang was stunned by the sumptuous treat.
For a moment, he forgot the disdain and rudeness in the soldier's eyes.
"General, this..."
Wang Hu swallowed and his stomach growled.
Zhao Tiangang looked around warily, but hunger eventually overcame his doubts:
"Eat it."
Several people began to eat voraciously.
Zhao Tiangang took a bite of mutton, and the long-lost aroma of meat almost made him cry.
After three rounds of drinks, his body gradually warmed up and his mind began to become active.
"Xia He is afraid that we will steal the credit."
Zhao Tiangang sneered, his voice getting louder due to the alcohol.
"When we get back to the capital, I'll show you how..."
"General, be careful with your words!"
Wang Hu hurriedly stopped him and pointed at the vague figure outside the door.
Zhao Tiangang understood and lowered his voice:
"Just hold on to this anger for now. When I see His Majesty, I will have my own way..."
There was a gleam of viciousness in his eyes.
"No matter how good he is at fighting, he is still just a warrior. He is far from being good enough at court."
"No matter how he defeated the barbarians, the credit may not fall on him!"
"but……"
"When we meet this guy, we should first calm him down and flatter him. After all, he is young and arrogant..."
Just when a few people were feeling sleepy after eating and drinking, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open.
The light from the torch stung Zhao Tiangang's eyes, and he squinted to see—Xia He, Ming San and others were standing at the door.
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