Chapter 1305 - 320: Fall_7

Chapter 1305: Chapter 320: Fall_7

"Haha, back in my youth, who would have thought I’d ride in a sedan chair?

Back then, I used to wonder, after death, everyone has to go into a coffin. Why do those civil officials always like to try it out in advance? Are they in such a hurry?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

A group of bodyguards laughed loudly.

In the Qian army, making fun of those civil officials is also a common practice.

Zhong Wenhao walked up the steps, climbed onto the wall, and waved to indicate to his bodyguards not to follow. He wanted to be alone, to enjoy the breeze.

Actually, it was summer now; the evening breeze wasn’t cold and provided a refreshingly pleasant comfort.

After reaching the last step, Zhong Wenhao began to pant, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

He reached out and wiped it away.

He,

hadn’t sweated in a long time.

He instinctively wanted to support himself on the battlements but saw someone sitting there.

That person was holding a roast chicken and eating it, savoring it deliciously.

Zhong Wenhao was hungry,

he walked over, wanting to eat as well.

The person was not very old, looked about thirty-something, and didn’t show any fear upon seeing him. Instead, he asked,

"Want some?"

Zhong Wenhao nodded, extending a hand like a child, reaching for the roast chicken.

"Did you wash your paws?"

Zhong Wenhao shook his head.

"Then you can’t eat. I’ve said it long ago, this Southwest area is full of malaria and toxic insects, with frequent rains. The military camp must be clean, otherwise it’s easy to get sick, and once sick, it can spread widely.

Wenhao, oh Wenhao, I’ve said it countless times, why didn’t you take it to heart?"

"My hands are clean."

Zhong Wenhao responded, "Just came from home, not dirty."

Immediately afterward,

Zhong Wenhao added,

"Following your orders, our West Army camp is now very clean."

"I’ll reward you with a drumstick."

The man tore off a drumstick and handed it to Zhong Wenhao.

Zhong Wenhao took the drumstick, but didn’t rush to eat, instead holding it and smiling.

"What, you’re going to save it for your brother, too? I must say, your Ah Brother, eating and using his brother’s rewards, sure has no shame.

As a brother, indeed you must care for your younger sibling, but he should know gratitude, otherwise be careful of raising an ingrate."

Zhong Wenhao sniffed,

shook his head,

and shouted,

"Marshal, Wenhao, Wenhao misses you."

The man, upon hearing this, smiled, put down the roast chicken, and said, "Why miss me? Don’t think about me. I’m living quite freely where I am."

"Marshal, Marshal, Jin State, Jin State is gone."

"Gone, just gone."

"Yan people are attacking Chu State."

"Let them attack."

"It’s a pity you’re not here, otherwise we could have launched a northern expedition."

The man laughed aloud,

pulled back his hair,

revealing a full side profile,

and pointed to the writing above,

and said,

"Counting on me, counting on me for what? Look clearly, see clearly, I’m a bastard!

Even on the court,

in the Privy Council,

on the streets of the imperial capital,

I can see from the eyes of those watching me,

their disdain for me.

Wenhao, this world is wrong, really wrong, very wrong.

Why can those who only compose poems and talk about morality, stand above us, flaunting power?

Would they dare to compose poems with the Yan people?

Would they dare to preach about morality to the chaotic people of the Southwest?

They wouldn’t dare,

they really wouldn’t dare,

but they dare to shit on our soldier heads,

why!"

The man became increasingly agitated as he spoke.

Zhong Wenhao’s eyes also started to turn increasingly red, he clenched his fists and echoed,

"Right, why? We protect their luxury, their peace, yet they still consider us thieves, lowly men.

A bunch of wine bags and rice sacks, wastes, scoundrels, rascals, beasts!"

Beneath the tower, although the bodyguards obeyed orders not to go up, they still leaned against the stone steps waiting silently.

"Listen, does our Marshal upstairs sound like he’s scolding people?"

"Haha, probably because the Marshal has been lying on the bed for too long, feeling stifled. Now that he’s well, he wants to scold and vent."

"True, not being scolded by the Marshal for so long, I almost feel unaccustomed to it."

"You cheeky pest."

On the wall,

Zhong Wenhao felt satisfied after venting.

He looked at the man before him,

and said,

"Marshal, if only you were here, wouldn’t it be great? If you were always here, wouldn’t it be great?

Three years ago, you don’t know, seventy thousand Yan people, seventy thousand, just seventy thousand, and they managed to reach beneath our imperial capital!

Direct Thief,

What happened to my Qian?

Marshal, if only you were still here, as you once said, once we pacify the Southwest, we should head north, to settle the score with those Yan people, to avenge a century of national humiliation.

If only you hadn’t left, wouldn’t it be great."

The man’s emotions calmed down, he reached out and patted the battlements, and said,

"Leaving was good too. Avoid having to see and hear all these messy things again, the heart can have more comfort."

"Yes, your heart is comforted, but what about me, what about me?"

"Wenhao, it’s been hard on you."

"Not hard, it’s my duty. After all, when the Marshal was imprisoned in the imperial capital, I blocked the brothers’ petition for military protest at the time?

It’s what I deserve, what I deserve, Direct Thief, what I deserve!"

"Wenhao, I’ve never blamed you."