Tang Wen patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Lord Striker, there is a sentence that I don't know if you agree with."

The striker really looked at him and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Tang Wen's eyes flashed with the rare wisdom of others, and he said with a pleasant face: "The truth is often not straight, and it usually takes several turns."

The striker scratched his neck, frowned, and said, "What do you mean?"

Tang Wen smiled and shook his head, "That's it, that's it, I'll tell you later, in short, sometimes a thing is as complicated as a mess, and sometimes it's surprisingly simple."

The striker smiled innocently, "Lord Commander is really worthy of being the commander of the conspiracy, and he can't even say what you can't understand."

Tang Wen couldn't help but smile, looked at the bottom of the mountain and said, "Now we are full, but some people are hungry", and then took the two strings of chicken wings off the fire, held them in their hands and stood up.

The striker looked at him and said, "Commander Tang, why are you going?"

Tang Wen looked at the bottom of the mountain and said, "He should be hungry too."

The striker jerked to his feet, "You're going to send that captive?"

Tang Wen looked kind and said, "If you don't give him something to eat, how can he be willing to tell the truth."

The striker took a breath, his eyes cloudy, "You just said that the captive...... Are you so sure he can speak?"

took a breath and said, "But he would rather die than say it."

The corners of Tang Wen's mouth drew a very casual arc, and he said lightly: "People's will will wear out over time, and what he doesn't want to say in the morning may not be in the evening."

The striker's face was full of nervousness, and he said, "But you promised him that if he could hold out until tomorrow, you would let him go."

Tang Wendao: "I have always been a man of words."

The tension in the striker's eyes was even stronger, "Wouldn't it be more difficult for him to speak".

Tang Wen laughed and said confidently: "Do you want to say that since he knows that he can live, why should he tell the truth."

The striker did not speak.

Silence is sometimes not a reluctance to speak, but a desire to hear what others have to say.

Tang Wen chuckled: "Once a dying person knows that he can live, living has become a desire, and this desire will lead him to imagine all the good things in the world, and he will look forward to what tomorrow should be like and what it should be like in the future."

The striker seems to understand whether he understands or not: "That's why you ......".

Tang Wendao: "That's why I gave him this hope to live, this hope will become stronger and stronger with time, originally he might only think of death, but now he is afraid that he has planned where to play tomorrow."

The striker nodded knowingly, "That's why you said he would say everything he had to say."

Tang Wendao: "The truth can only be told from the mouth of the living."

He wrapped two strings of chicken wings, brought a jug of wine from the side, and hurried down the hill, when the striker suddenly stopped him.

Tang Wen saw that the expression on his face was very strange, and he couldn't help asking, "Lord Qianfeng, what's wrong with you?"

The striker's face turned red and said unnaturally: "It's a pity that it's late, he can't eat these things."

Tang Wen smiled and said, "What's wrong with him?"

The striker said with a sad face: "He's dead, I'll kill him."

Tang Wen's face changed greatly, "Why are you ......."

The striker lowered his head and said: "I thought that tomorrow Commander Tang you really want to let him go, so I killed him in a moment of confusion, and it was better to avoid future troubles."

Tang Wen didn't catch his breath for a long time, "You...... How can you ......"

The striker's head hung lower, and the muscles in his face collapsed, "Please punish me, Lord Lord", and then knelt down with a thud.

Tang Wen's face changed several colors in an instant, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while, after all, he was the official commander of Long Yuan from today onwards.

If you are a commander, you must be disciplined, and it is a big mistake in discipline to kill prisoners casually, and if you do it according to the law, I am afraid that the life of the striker will be lost.

The four gods were sitting not far from them at the moment, and when they saw this scene, they also understood it at once.

They walked over together to plead for the striker, "Lord Commander, the striker is extremely important by the side of Young Master Longxi, you can't be convicted casually."

Tang Wen immediately caressed them up, sighed deeply, and said, "How dare I condemn him, it's a pity that one life has been lost."

Tie Zuo suddenly stood up and said: "One life of the enemy, death is death, what is the pity."

The striker squinted his eyes, his face was full of remorse, and said: "You don't need to ask for me, I just killed people and tasted my life, but I just ruined the commander's big business, and I could have found out the truth from the prisoners."

Tang Wendao: "Forget it, don't talk about it, let's go back when everyone is full, just act as if nothing happened."

The striker still refused to get up from the ground, kneeling there motionless.

Tang Wen personally walked over to carrest him, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said: "I don't blame you, I don't blame you, you are also unintentional, although the person is dead, but you have also found physical evidence, it can be regarded as a great merit, and the merits and demerits are offset, so I will not be investigated."

The striker stood up silently, tears on his face, and handed the scythe from his hand.

Tang Wen took it, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "I'll take things back, the matter is very important, I have to think about it, and this piece of physical evidence must also be handed over to Long Xi."

The striker nodded and said, "Everything is up to the commander-in-chief."

Tang Wen was helpless, and waved his hand to the dragon protection clan, "Let's all disperse, go back and have a good rest, stay on duty at night, and everyone else go back to sleep well, maybe the enemy will take the opportunity to come again tomorrow."

The Dragon Protector Clan seems to be listening to Tang Wen now, although it seems that this scholar is neither like a general, nor a commander, nor as calm and sophisticated as a clever military advisor.

But there seems to be another unique temperament in this person, which is difficult to put into words.

I saw him scattering slippers and tying a big trouser leg, and he walked and staggered, and it was this random division of this man's spirit into another mysterious power.

Although it is invisible, it can give people an incomparably great sense of security.

As long as you see him, the four gods of martial arts are also much more stable.

They would involuntarily feel that as long as this commander was there, Long Yuan would not be able to lose it.

Tang Wen staggered back to his room, which was located in Longyuan, which was specially arranged for him by the four handfuls, both spacious and clean.

Ironically, Tang Wen doesn't feel very clean, but a little sloppy.

But no one knew that he himself was clean.

The first thing he did when he got into the house was to wipe all the tables and chairs with a rag dipped in water.

Then he lay down on the bed alone and took out a book from his bosom, and this was the only one.

He gave up a lot for this war, and it can be said that he hasn't slept well in the past few days.

In the eyes of others, he may be a scheming commander who easily defeats the enemy, but in fact, the real scheming commander is never easy.

He twisted the book with his hand to the page he hadn't finished and read it carefully.

(End of chapter)