King Lin Hu was already crazy, he never thought that he would fight with his own brother in front of him, but his nest would be lost. And it was Qin Mo, who betrayed him, who trusted him the most, and it was Zhao Xing, who he relied on the most, who occupied his lair.

Being betrayed by the person you trust the most is the most painful thing in the world, and being stabbed by the person you rely on the most is the most desperate thing in the world. However, this most painful and desperate thing came together, and the two of them went together.

The current King of Linhu, there are rebels in front of him who are aggressive with the support of Qin, and there are two guys in the back who have broken their foundations and are caught in the middle, and they have fallen into a desperate situation.

Fell everything he could, killed everyone close to him, including his most beloved concubine, King Lin Hu lay weakly in the big tent, facing the sky on his back, starting to think about Zhao Xing when he appeared in front of him, and finally muttered to himself with tears of grievance: "Zhao Xing, you have been calculating me with feelings, Lin Hu, death is in your hands." ”

A faint voice sounded in King Lin Hu's ears: "Lin Hu is not dead, with my Great Qin, Lin Hu will not die." ”

King Lin Hu scrambled to his feet, looking around for his knife. At this time, there are still people who dare to approach their side, and they will never let anyone get close to them, he is looking for death, and he must cut him.

A Qin man appeared in front of King Lin Hu, thin and calm, he coldly rolled up his sleeves and looked at King Lin Hu who was looking for a knife in a daze: "If you find a knife, you should not cut me, the person who is ready to help you, but should cut at Qin Mo and Zhao Xing, the two people who really harmed and betrayed you." ”

"Who are you?" King Lin Hu did not find his knife, because while he was in a trance, his knife had been quietly stolen from someone.

"My name is Liang, a native of Qin."

"Qin Liang." King Lin Hu muttered silently, and then jumped as high as he could, like a mole stepping on his tail, "You are the Qin Liang, you are the Qin Liang who instigated the rebellion of Bendu, I will kill you." ”

Yes, this person is Qin Liang, it was he who instigated the rebellion in Pontus when King Lin Hu led his troops to attack Fushi, disrupted Lin Hu's plan to go south to fight for hegemony, and let Lin Hu kill each other in civil strife. It was he, after Zhao Xing's fire, Lin Hu, who could have been quelled, continued to kill each other with his full support, and it was he and Zhao Xing, although they had different purposes, but they had the same common goal, and they made a powerful Lin Hu with a vast territory and a population of more than 2 million people now torn apart, with a population of less than 400,000 left, and a small tribe that could only survive.

King Lin Hu gritted his teeth and muttered, "Qin people, there are no good people." ”

Qin Liang smiled: "If the Qin people want to survive and be strong, how can they let a tiger sleep soundly next to the couch?" You can only blame you for not having good luck, but being a neighbor with a thriving and ambitious strongman. ”

Hearing this, King Lin Hu jumped like thunder, and finally sat on the ground in despair, hugging his head.

Another flat voice sounded in the big tent, this voice was too familiar, this was the voice of his younger brother Pontus, although a few years later, although this voice was no longer as immature as before, it became calm and deep, but the blood was thicker than water, so that he was still very familiar with this voice.

"Brother." Pontus reverted back to his old name.

"How did you get in?" King Lin Hu was very confused, because his big tent had always been a strong barrier, but now his biggest enemy was standing in front of him in such a grand manner, which made King Lin Hu feel very confused, and when he looked around, he saw his general, who was hiding behind his younger brother with a face full of shame and probing his brain.

Seeing it by his own king, the general had to stand up and explain: "King, our foundation has been seized by rebels, we are isolated north of the Yellow River, and there is no longer any material replenishment. King, we should stop fighting our own people, we should unite with the outside world and regain our foundation. ”

King Lin Hu did not answer him this question, but asked with a desperate face: "Have you betrayed me too?" ”

The general bowed his head in shame, and then raised his head suddenly: "I am from Lin Hu, and I will never betray Lin Hu." I welcome General Pontus here so that we can truly re-emerge. Let us unite to regain our roots, and let us Linhu people become strong again. ”

Silence, deathly silence, for a long time, King Lin Hu raised his head again and looked at his younger brother Bento: "Unite, who is the king?" ”

Of all the people in the tent, no one responded to him.

King Lin Hu sighed: "I know that now it is not only you who are bendu, but my own brother has always insisted that my policy is wrong, in fact, now even you. Pointing to his generals and the leaders of the various tribes, he said, "I also think that this king is wrong, right?" ”

The general stood up and stood firm at King Lin Hu, without a trace of respect in his mouth, and said with reproach: "Don't you still repent?" Isn't it your fault that the mighty Lin Hu has come to the brink of extinction today? ”

King Lin Hu glanced at everyone, and then said sadly: "You haven't repented yet, in fact, the fault is still the younger brother of this king, and he is the culprit of the real demise of the entire Lin Hu." ”

Someone else stood up and wanted to refute him, but Pontus raised his hand, stopped everyone's argument, and gave King Linhu a chance to explain.

King Lin Hu smiled bitterly: "The bird is dying, its song is also sad, and the man is dying, and its words are also good." Let me babble on at the end. Then he stood up, right in the middle of the big tent, pacing with his hands behind his back, slowly talking before and after. At this time, he was no longer the arrogant King of Linhu, but an old herdsman on the grassland.

"Our ancestors, from the bitter cold land, led us south, looking for the abundance of water and grass, after several generations of not giving up, finally rushed into the rich Hetao Plain, everyone rejoiced and imagined, we will stand firm here, real multiply. But we are in the loop, a few in and a few out, and we simply cannot occupy there. Until one day, a young man named Qin Mo defected to my account. It was this Central Plains man and the people he brought with him who opened up the land for us and planted crops. It was he who changed our habit of living in pursuit of water and grass, so that we were slowly familiar with the settlement, familiar with the production materials, so that our soldiers had enough food in their stomachs, and the war horses had beans to increase their endurance, so that we had sharp scimitars in our hands, so that the Qin people who had been oppressing us to fight were slowly oppressed by us to the south. You don't have to object to this. ”

This is obvious to all, and no one opposes it.

"And the arrival of Zhao Xing brought us the talents of the Central Plains, his changes made our farming areas more prosperous, made our cavalry more frozen and sharp, and made the Qin people, who had always wanted to drive us away, had to passively build the Great Wall to guard against me, and everyone would not refute this."

No one objected, thinking about the past, everyone's feelings were extremely complicated, and their conscience in their hearts told them that Lin Hu had come to this day, in fact, he had suffered by himself.