Drunk King and Minister

Hushu City was brightly lit and extremely lively. No one would have imagined that there was a bloodbath here yesterday.

Han Zigao stood in the dark, watching his brothers who had fought side by side with him for more than ten days, gorging on large pieces of barbecue meat on the rack with a big bowl of wine.Such a lively atmosphere, but he felt out of place with him.

Hushu City was slaughtered, which he never expected.

His original intention was to temporarily change the way the Yangtze River flows through Hushu City, so that Hushu has no water and no support, the army's morale is scattered, and it will be destroyed without attack, and then it will be the best to surrender.

But he received news from the Yangtze River that Hou Andu ordered the massacre of the city.The news was like a thunderbolt, and Han Zigao felt so excited for a while that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

His original arrangement was to wait for Andu to cross the river to join him after a night's rest in Hushu City, but the news of the massacre made him no longer able to wait for Andu on the other side of the Yangtze River with peace of mind.

He came across the river overnight full of anger and regret.He was angry at Andu's cruelty, angry at Andu's short-sightedness, angry at Andu's stupidity, angry at Andu's, and at the same time regretted his own negligence, regretted his change of course, regretted himself, Obviously he could save the people in this city, but he missed the opportunity.

But his anger was completely extinguished by the lively scene of the soldiers at this time.

Why is this so?This city is full of dead souls who just died under your sword! !

"Brother Han, what's the matter with you? Why did you come across the river suddenly and didn't say a word?" Wang Erniu followed behind Han Zigao with some anxiety.Although Han Zigao is now a member of a hundred households, and this time he is also serving as the deputy general, but the relationship between him and Han Zigao has never faded because of this.

In Wang Erniu's view, although Han Zigao is cold on the outside, he is a very kind and humble person in his heart. In the past year, in all the ups and downs of Han Zigao, no matter what, he has treated himself sincerely.Although Wang Erniu is younger than Han Zigao, he has stayed in this military camp for some time, and what he sees most is the trick of stepping on the high and stepping on the low.And even if Han Zigao had an expression that seemed to be always cold and indifferent, Wang Erniu could still feel the hot heart underneath that cold appearance.

In the Hushu battle, he followed Han Zigao. He had a panoramic view of Han Zigao's every order, every decision, every order to charge and kill the enemy, and he was especially impressed by Han Zigao's extraordinary courage and ability. Impressed.

But today, ever since Han Zigao received the news of Zhanjie City's destruction from Hushu City, he kept his face sullen and silent from beginning to end, and even made such a strange move as crossing the river. Or fly overnight!

The war has been won, what happened to make Big Brother Han so happy?

But what's wrong with the bustling appearance of Hushu City?

Wang Erniu couldn't figure it out, but seeing Han Zigao's increasingly gray face, he finally couldn't help asking.

Han Zigao was stunned for a long time when he heard Wang Erniu's question, and when Wang Erniu thought he would not answer, he said softly: "Hushu has slaughtered the city."

His voice was as ethereal as a thin cloud floating in the air, as if a random gust of wind could blow away that voice.

Wang Erniu scratched his head strangely, a hint of puzzlement appeared on his rough face: "Ah? What's the matter?"

The corner of Han Zigao's mouth twitched quickly, and the shock flashed in his eyes.But after the shock, he became more and more dazed.

He doesn't understand.

Rao is Han Zigao through people, he still can't figure it out - why Wang Erniu can say such plain words in such a normal tone?He didn't understand, why could that mouth spit out such indifferent words despite the childishness on that dark face?

Han Zigao stood there dumbfounded, for a moment, he didn't know what to do.

"What's the matter with you, Big Brother Han?" Wang Erniu frowned and looked at Han Zigao, his eyes clearly flickering with worry.That look of worry clearly reflected in Han Zigao's eyes, but it made his heart feel even heavier.

Why, Wang Erniu can be worried because of his own emotional fluctuations, but he doesn't care about the tragic death of the people in this city, and even takes it for granted!

Han Zigao slightly raised his eyes to see the bustling crowd, the soldiers were having a good time, it was still a bit cold in February, but many of them were shirtless and having a good time, their cheeks lit by the fire were full of victories. joy.

No one cares about massacres.

No one thought about massacring the city.

Only him, Han Zigao, was the only one who hated himself and blamed himself, and felt uneasy about the souls of the dead in the city, crouching and cowering in this dark corner.

Wang Erniu could only see that Han Zigao stood there for a while, then walked away without saying a word.

Wang Erniu scratched his head again in doubt, and after a little stunned, he chased after him.

When Hou Andu saw Han Zigao, he was both surprised and delighted.

"Why did you cross the river overnight? Isn't there a reunion tomorrow?" Hou An greeted him with a smile on his face, his beard on his chin seemed to be shaved not long ago, and his beard was clearly stubbled.

Han Zigao clenched his fists: "I have something to say to General Hou."

Hou An was stunned for a moment, then slightly turned his head and waved his hand.The people in the room winked at each other and retreated one after another. Wang Erniu looked at Han Zigao's expression and retreated with the crowd.

Hou An raised his eyebrows strangely, and opened his mouth to ask.

A gust of wind hit from the front, Hou Andu was unprepared for a moment, and felt a sharp pain on his face when he was slightly in a daze.

Han Zigao punched Hou Andu in the face, his clenched right fist trembling slightly, and the muscles on his arm twitched violently, as if every pore was trembling.

The punch was so powerful that it shook the defenseless Hou An, and his entire upper body leaned to one side.

Hou An maintained his bent over posture for a long time in a daze before realizing that he had been beaten.

Han Zigao, just now, punched himself? !

Hou An shook his head in disbelief, the pain on the bridge of his nose and cheeks, and the faint smell of blood in his mouth reminded him that this was the truth.

Hou Andu spat out bloody saliva, turned his head slowly, and stared at Han Zigao with dark eyes.

"Better give me a suitable reason, otherwise, I will never let you go!"

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