NOVPUB"Mr. Liao, don't push it too far!"
Wang Zhi, whose injuries had not yet healed, suddenly drew his sword, "I gave you face, and you really think you're someone important now?!"
"Marching quickly all the way, who would carry a black robe with them?"
Chen Sansi politely suggested, "How about we find a black robe after entering the city?"
"Hmm, that works!"
Liao Fang seemed quite satisfied with his attitude. He took a sip of his drink then suddenly had a spark of inspiration, pointing to the white horse beside the man in the white robe: "Sansi, you young thing!"
"A white robe paired with a white horse!"
"Since you won't wear the white robe anymore, can I have this horse then?"
"..."
Chen Sansi paused mid-step, his face expressionless, and spoke clearly, "You're drunk."
"Drunk? I'm not drunk!"
Liao Fang, growing even fonder of the white horse, pointed at the white robe and said, "Sansi, you young thing! I saved the lives of over a hundred thousand people! How can you not spare even one horse for me?!"
"Pah!"
As he spoke,
a figure looked around cautiously, sneaked away from the group unnoticed, then hunched over and climbed the city wall. Before the soldiers on the wall could react, he suddenly accelerated, taking only a few strides to reach the front of the "White-clothed Strategist" and grabbed his collar, lifting him up like lifting a chicken.
"Pah! How dare you insult my master in public!"
"Old Zhu!"
Only then did Zhao Kang notice Zhu Tong had disappeared. He hurriedly tried to stop him, "He's a hero, are you insane?!"
"To hell with him being a hero!"
Zhu Tong cursed anyone he saw, forcibly pressing Liao Fang's head against the city wall.
"You, who are you?!"
Frightened, Liao Fang regained his senses, leaning on the city wall, and looking sideways at the man attacking him, he roared furiously, "What arrogance! Do you not know, Mr. Liao is about to become a Duke in the Great Sheng Dynasty? You dare to disrespect me, that's a capital offense!"
"Bastard!" 𝒏𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
Zhu Tong gripped his hair, "Enough talk, kneel and apologize to my master in front of the brothers!"
"Capture him immediately!"
Beneath the wall, Tong Xiaochu gave the command in a hurry.
No matter what, this man was still a hero, and if they disrespected a hero, who would dare to support them in the future?
Zhao Kang was already sprinting nonstop.
He knew, this guy probably wasn't just disrespectful,
this moron genuinely had no brain.
Even now, still addressing Chen Sansi as 'Stone', it was only by their life-or-death effort in changing his address that he finally started to refer to him respectfully.
"Ouch ouch!"
Weak in the Martial Arts Realm, Liao Fang couldn't withstand such force. In agony and grinding his teeth, his anger flared even more: "You lowlife! Even your master has to show me some respect, what gives you the right to talk to me like this?!"
"I think you might as well not make me kneel then.
"If you're so brave, then kill me?"
"Do you dare, do you dare?!"
"Hahaha..."
"Crack—"
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Under everyone's gaze, a black shadow fell, and with a sound akin to a watermelon bursting open, "splat", gore scattered everywhere, raining blood and flesh from the city wall, splattering on the soldiers' armor outside the gate.
Suddenly,
atop the city wall, the White Robed Strategist, Liao Fang...had his head smashed!
Only a black hammer hovered in front of the spurting bloody stump.
Zhu Tong had smashed his head with a hammer!
A deadly silence fell over the crowd.
"What audacity!"
Tong Xiaochu's eyes widened.
It was known that Liao Fang's merits had already been submitted, and his position as a Marquis was practically secured.
If he remembered correctly, this rough man seemed to be just a Thousand Captain from the Hongze Camp.
A Thousand Captain had killed a Marquis, and he was also the major contributor to the recapture of Mang Mountain!
This was not just about risking his own life; it was practically dragging his entire family to their deaths.
However, since it was a matter concerning the Hongze Camp, it was not his place to intervene.
"Chen Shuai."
Tong Xiaochu gave a salute and asked, "How should this man be dealt with?"
"..."
Chen Sansi looked at the headless corpse, gently closed his eyes, and ordered, "Take him away and await disposal."
"Yes!"
Immediately, someone grabbed Zhu Tong and took him away.
The farce came to an end.
The army was thus able to enter the city.
"Sir!"
Zhao Kang and others arrived at the Central Army Tent, pleading, "They all say Zhu Tong deserves death, but must we really kill him? Old Zhu is just brainless."
"Yes, yes."
Xiong Qiuan chimed in, "And to be honest, shouldn't Liao Fang deserve to die too?"
"Whoosh!"
The tent flap was flung open, and Wang Zhi strode in meteorically, saying, "I just went to Liao Fang's residence and found several women, all of whom he had abducted after entering the city this morning."
"Oh?"
Chen Sansi put down the military petition in his hands, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely certain!"
Wang Zhi asserted confidently, "I've brought the women to the camp, and they are ready to testify at any time! According to the rules of the Beiliang Army, abducting women is also a capital offence! Zhu Tong just executed him prematurely."
"Exactly, exactly!"
The others hurriedly followed suit in agreement.
"After all, he's a Marquis and a major contributor. Even if he is to be killed, it shouldn't be by his hands. Just detain him for now, and we'll deal with him after returning to Liangzhou."
With these words from Chen Sansi,
Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Alright, you may all leave."
Chen Sansi waved his hand, dismissing them from the tent.
The war had ended.
According to the original plan,
He needed to wait here for the Shengyun Sect to take over Mang Mountain, and then he could return to Beiliang.
West Qi and Luoye Valley had been severely defeated.
As for the situation in the Spirit Silence Cave in Nan Xu and Dongqing,
He was also awaiting news from Elder Brother Fang Qingyun in the Capital City.
...
Daqing.
Imperial Palace.
In Qinghe Hall, officials gathered for an imperial audience.
"Your Majesty!"
"A battle report has arrived from the front!"
