It's hard to seal a fool

Song Qingming fell into a deep nightmare.

The ghosts of the eight hundred surrendered soldiers of the Qiang people have been haunting him all the time for these few years.

Rather than saying that it was the souls of the dead haunting him, it was better to say that Song Qingming himself could not let go.In the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, Song Qingming tried his best again, the long knife was taken away, his hands and feet were restrained, until his body was completely submerged by the stumps, and the ferocious Qiang people nibbled at his bones and blood bit by bit.

Do not!

Song Qingming was awakened by the pain from the depths of his soul. He opened his eyes drowsily, his forearms, thighs, back and shoulders all ached.His hands were tied to the head of the bed by silk.

An old military doctor was treating him with a penetrating wound on his arm, and a large lamp was burning beside him. Song Qingming recognized that he had just been transferred to Jiang Chongshi's staff not long ago.So, he should be in the fortress now, but why did they treat him like a prisoner.

Song Qingming didn't know the situation and didn't dare to act rashly. Seeing the old military doctor's forehead was dripping with sweat.

"Why..." Song Qingming wanted to speak, but his voice was already hoarse.The old military doctor also noticed that he woke up and quickly covered his mouth.

"Han Zhonglang, you must not speak at this moment." He hastily lowered his voice and said, "You have to pretend to be unconscious for three or four days first, and then pretend to be dead—"

"..." This old man, what the hell?Song Qingming was taken aback for a moment, then tried his best to ask, "Qin Shou..."

"Doctor Qin is still safe, but he is under the control of the general and the others right now." The old military doctor hastened to bandage his wound, and told him everything he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans, "The generals love you, I beg you I will definitely save your life, but you may not know, what the general means is to let us be careless, and even prevent Dr. Qin from having a chance to diagnose and treat you..."

Song Qingming's heart sank suddenly, and then he felt a little ironic.

Oh, Jiang Chongshi, is it actually Jiang Chongshi?

Song Qingming naturally knew the relationship between Jiang Chongshi and Jin Langjiang, and also knew that they were unfriendly to him.It's just that Song Qingming never expected it, or underestimated people's hearts.

In the face of national justice, there is really a master who will do such a thing regardless of personal grievances.

Why did he sacrifice the lives of [-] soldiers for the sake of it? Could it be that the enmity that Jin Lang exiled the whole family deserves their treatment, even without regard for the overall situation and the lives of innocent people?

The old military doctor was unaware of Song Qingming's increasingly ugly face, and was still rambling: "Don't worry, Hanzhong Lang, we have been planning for the past three days of coma, first create the illusion that you are seriously injured and die, and then find a way to remove your dead body." 'Transport out of camp...'"

Just as the old military doctor was talking, General Jin Lang opened the tent door and came in. Outside, there was a faint smell of blood.

"Run!" Song Qingming's expression changed suddenly, and he pushed the old military doctor away with his head. The old military doctor staggered and ran out of the tent door, but in an instant, with a puff, Jin Lang calmly supported the twitching old doctor. The military doctor fell down, with a dagger sticking out of his abdomen.

Song Qingming supported the head of the bed with blue veins exposed, and his eyes were about to burst. "Jinxiu!"

"It's said that doctors don't heal themselves. Can you save yourself?" Jin Lang kicked him, but looked at Song Qingming with a provocative smile on his lips. "Not bad, I can wake up now. This old man is quite serious."

"You...why!"

"Why do you want to kill you and your subordinates?" General Jin Lang walked over. On the ground, the old military doctor struggled to crawl out, leaving behind a trail of blood.He pinched Song Qingming's chin and lifted it up suddenly, smiling, "Look at you, you can't even speak completely, and you still have a high fever—just rest."

Song Qingming shook his body in resentment, but as Jin Xiu said, it is already a miracle that his body can hold up now.Jin Xiu stretched out his hand and pushed gently, and Song Qingming fell on the bed again, bleeding from the wound wrapped in white cloth on his shoulder.

He stared straight at Jin Xiu, with cold killing intent and ruthlessness.

"Don't look at me like that." Jin Xiu smiled softly, sat down beside Song Qingming's bed, grabbed a few of his black hairs and wrapped them around his fingertips, "Speaking of which, I was as angry as you at the beginning—I My father, uncle and uncle, and several of my elder brothers died of illness one after another during the exile, and it is said that even the inner clothes were divided up by the guards, and they were thrown naked in the mass graves.”

"There is still my elder sister in Jiaofang Division. My mother committed suicide in shame and anger that year. What should I do? Her youngest son had to be sold to the army as a show boy. If Brother Chongshi hadn't found him, I'm afraid I don't know what it is now..."

"Bah!" Song Qingming snorted, feeling that his throat didn't hurt so much anymore.He gritted his teeth and cursed, "If there is no cause, how can there be an effect! Since you have become a thief and traitor, how can you argue!"

"I'm really surprised—" Jin Xiu's smile completely cooled down, he suddenly pulled Song Qingming's hair and lowered his head, his fingers stuck into Song Qingming's wound, and his eyes met with deep jealousy and disgust , "It's just reselling arms, why did my family and I fall to this point! Why can the Duke's mansion enjoy prosperity for many years, and his son is born so outstanding, so he will be named a marquis just around the corner?!"

It was obviously April, and it was cold and dreary in the tent, making it difficult to breathe.

Song Qingming's rise was too fast, not only because of the old grievances with the Song family, but also because he threatened their deep-seated interests.They did not hesitate to send Song Qingming and 3000 of his subordinates to the Hunyi army, but he!It can actually wipe out the enemy's vanguard battalion.

This person cannot stay any longer.

Song Qingming gritted his teeth and blushed, his chest rose and fell rapidly. "Beasts are not worthy..."

"you wanna die!"

Jin Xiu peeled off Song Qingming's underwear like crazy, tore off the white cloth from Song Qingming's wound, and scraped off the gold wound medicine from the wound. The wound that had just scabbed was bleeding again, and his eyes showed Fierce and furious.Song Qingming groaned in pain and clenched his fists.

"Enough." A person came in from outside the tent and held his wrist. "The Duke's Mansion will definitely send someone to take the body back, and even if you die, you will find the whole body. If it is too obvious, and let them see that Song Qingming was abused before his death, they will definitely investigate to the end!"

"Then let them check!"

"Axiu, calm down!" Jiang Chongshi also strode in, seeing Song Qingming dressed in blood, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

Song Qingming stared blankly at the person who came in before, as if he hadn't seen him.

——Li Gou, it was actually Li Gou.In vain, Song Qingming single-handedly promoted him until now, and never doubted that he would be the secret agent that Jinxiu and the others placed beside him, and that he would be the one who betrayed his comrades in arms.

"Pfft", Song Qingming couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of suffocated blood in his chest, he was almost holding back his breath, the overwhelming sense of self-blame made him unable to breathe.

"I'm sorry Han Zhonglang," Li Gou met his eyes lightly, "After all, people go to high places, and water flows to low places."

"Let's go," Jiang Chongshi pulled Jinxiu and glanced at Li Gou, "Let him live here to fend for himself, and send the news back to the capital in a few days, saying that although Song Qingming escaped alive, he died of serious injuries. , died."

The three left quickly, and the stiff corpse of the old military doctor at the tent door was also dragged away.The tent was dark and gloomy, and the big lamp oil was extinguished.

Song Qingming rested for a while, and when the pain subsided, he untied the unreliable silk belt, found the emergency medicine and half a steamed bun left by the old military doctor from under the pillow, and after wrapping it hastily, Song Qingming again Tie your hands back to the head of the bed and lie quietly on the bed.

He seemed to be able to smell the breath of death emanating from himself.

The anger gradually dissipated, and Song Qingming stared blankly at the roof of the tent. Will he die?