Ming San restrained his smile and said proudly:
"Take me to see Xia He!" Zhao Tiangang almost shouted.
"Right now! Immediately!"
Ming San exchanged glances with his subordinates and said contemptuously:
"With your appearance? You want to see General Zhao?"
After saying this, he whipped him with a horsewhip.
"Why are you yelling so loudly? I'm not deaf yet!"
Zhao Tiangang screamed and his face turned pale from being beaten.
"Sir, these people are probably spies. Kill them!"
"That's right! To impersonate an army commander is a capital crime!"
"Don't, don't, don't kill me, I really am Zhao Tiangang!"
Zhao Tiangang almost cried.
How can he prove himself?
These people have never seen him, so their statements are just empty talk!
So I must meet Xia He. By meeting him, I can prove my identity!
Ming San made a little silk, but still waved his hand.
"You guys, continue searching for the remaining barbarian troops nearby."
"I will take this man back first and let General Xia make the decision!"
"yes!"
"How dare you treat the coach like this!"
Wang Hu's eyes were wide open with veins bulging on his neck.
The rough hemp rope cut deeply into his flesh, but he still struggled to stand up.
“Bang!”
A horsewhip hit him hard on the face, leaving a bloody mark.
Ming San rode on his horse, looking down at the enemy with a sneer:
"Coach? How shameless! You look like a lost dog?"
He turned his head and spat.
"If you don't behave yourself, you will be beheaded on the spot!"
Zhao Tiangang was tied up and kneeling on the ground, with veins throbbing on his forehead.
He could feel the angry gazes of the soldiers behind him, but he only whispered:
"Don't move."
"Once we enter the city, everything will become clear."
Zhao Tiangang gritted his teeth.
The situation is stronger than us right now, so we can only endure it for now.
As long as you prove your identity as the head coach, everything will be easy!
In front of the Youzhou city gate, the black flag of the Qin Dynasty fluttered in the wind.
The soldiers patrolling on the city gate tower were wearing distinctive armor and had standard long swords on their waists, which was indeed the attire of the Qin border troops.
Zhao Tiangang narrowed his eyes, feeling doubtful and uncertain - did Xia He really take over Youzhou? How is this possible?
A sour feeling of regret suddenly welled up in my heart.
If he had not chosen to retreat, but had defended his position, wouldn't this unprecedented achievement be...
"Stay here quietly!"
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