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Song Zhong was originally the most ordinary lieutenant under the command of General Ji Ling, born in poverty, and his martial arts were also very average, belonging to the kind of three-no personnel who had no background, no ability, and no merit, and they all relied on their own diligence and hard work to survive to their current position, and belonged to the kind of small role that could barely enter the big tent of the Chinese army for a meeting, but had to stand in the last row.

But today he became famous, hundreds of generals drew lots to decide who would send the enemy camp, and as a result, Song Zhong was favored by the god of fate, or rather by the god of death, and the only 'red-headed death lot' was drawn out by his right hand!

Since he has won the draw, he must go, otherwise Ji Ling will cut him with a knife, if he goes, he will die nine times and one life, and if he doesn't go, he will die ten times and have no life, so let's go!

After saying goodbye to a few friends and drinking a bowl of Zhuangxing wine, Song Zhong took a letter and a large number of gifts to the enemy camp to visit the famous 'Ghost Face Xiao Lang!' ’

As a soldier, Song Zhong's courage is not particularly small, and he has not killed anyone on the battlefield, but these things he saw today scared him to the soul, and when he arrived at the camp gate, the first thing he saw was a long list of human heads, from east to west, densely hung on the wooden fence outside the camp gate, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance, and it was conservatively estimated that there must be at least 1,800 of them.

"Killing God, it's really killing God!" Thinking of the murderous name of 'Ghost Face Xiao Lang' circulating in the camp, Song Zhong felt that his legs were weak, his neck was sore, and a cool breath ran from his heels to the top of his brain, and he only swayed all over, "It seems that I can't go back this time, but I still have the yellow-faced woman and three children waiting at home......"

"Who's coming?" A warning ringing hammer was accurately inserted in front of Song Zhong's feet, and at the same time, more bows and arrows were aimed at him steadily, as long as there was a slight movement, he would immediately turn into a hedgehog!

"Brothers, don't misunderstand, under the order of General Ji Ling, I have come to envoy to your camp, please give me a word!" Song Zhong explained his intentions and raised his hands in the air, indicating that he was not carrying any weapons.

"Wait where you are, and if you make the slightest move, I'll shoot you into hedgehogs at once!" The figure flickered behind the camp gate, obviously returning the news!

After a while, I heard three horns sounding at the position of the Chinese army's big tent, which was the signal to open the camp gate!

"Please!" Two columns of shirtless sword and axe hands, holding ghost-headed broadswords, set up a long passage, leading from the camp gate to the Chinese army's big tent!

"This is going to cross the knife mountain!"

Song Zhong gritted his teeth, lowered his head and closed his eyes and walked in, almost hitting the executioner several times, he still had to show a smile on his teeth, and hugged his fists one by one, "Brothers, hard work, hard work, ...... hands, you must hold your hands steady!" ”

Finally got into the big tent of the Chinese army, and a big iron pot full of boiling oil appeared in front of him, and there was a fierce fat man next to him who was putting seasonings in it, stirring, and nagging, "Well...... the general has a heavy taste, so you need to put more salt!" ”

And the fat man looked at Song Zhong's eyes, it felt like he was looking at a mutton cake that was in the pot, picking fat and thin!

"My mother, I still have to go to the oil pot!"

If it weren't for Song Zhong deliberately running to the thatched house to squat for an hour and vacating his stomach, it is estimated that he would have to be scared to pee now!

Gossip, that 'ghost-faced Xiao Lang' loves to eat human flesh, and the Xiliang Xiao general Huaxiong back then is said to have been cooked by him, woo...... It's horrible!

"Little Song Zhong pays homage to General Xiao!" didn't dare to raise his head, Song Zhong watched the two rows of boots walk in all the way, and knelt down with a 'poof' in front of the handsome case, and bowed to worship!

"Oh, what did Ji Ling send you for?" A cold and arrogant voice sounded, with a hint of murderous aura!

"The general of my family has always admired the general's bravery, and he specially ordered the villain to send a small gift to show his friendship!" Saying that, Song Zhong took out a gift slip from his arms, "This is 5,000 pieces of corn, 500 horses of fine silk, 500 catties of gold and silver, and ten stunning beauties in Huainan to serve the general!" ”

"Huh! Ji Ling, this kid is quite sensible, I accepted all the gifts, okay, you can get up too! ”

"Thank you, General!" Song Zhong dared to raise his head at this time, and saw a black-faced young man sitting on the tall tiger skin chair, wearing a Chiyou ghost helmet, wearing a cold iron armor with a claw pattern, and a sword at his waist......

"The famous 'Ghost Face Xiao Lang' turned out to be so young!"

Song Zhong was very surprised in his heart, if he hadn't seen the respectful appearance of the generals on both sides of the big tent, he almost thought that the person in the seat was fake, the legend said that this 'God of Killing' was two feet tall, with a waist of ten girths, a copper bell in his eyes, and a bloody mouth, but he didn't expect it to be a beautiful boy, although it was a little darker, it was very attractive!

After the exclamation, followed by the surging admiration, everyone is a soldier and eats food, but look at the people's mix, he is in a high position at a young age, and he has tens of thousands of troops in his hands, and the general Ji Ling is also a well-known figure in Huainan, but in people's mouths, there is a 'kid is very sensible'......

"Hey! It's really more than goods to throw away, and people have to die more than people! ”

"Ji Ling called you, is there anything else besides giving gifts?" Xiao Yi had a freshly cooked leg of mutton in front of him, fragrant, he asked while cutting the fat and tender mutton to eat, and took the time to drink wine, and his expression was extremely arrogant!

"This, my general said, Yuzhou has now become a borderless land, as the so-called see has a share, he is willing to share the six counties with the general, half of the family, and blood for an alliance, forever friendly!" Saying that, Song Zhong took out another letter from his arms and carefully sent it up!

"Divide the city equally? Half of a family! Hearing the conditions proposed by Ji Ling, all the generals in the camp were ecstatic in their hearts, they knew their own family affairs, don't look at them now, they have gathered tens of thousands of horses, but they are all rabble, and they are really useless to fight to the death!

Ji Ling really has 50,000 male soldiers, and his strength is strong, and now he can divide the land of Yuzhou equally, so they still have a big advantage!

Therefore, everyone looked at Xiao Yi together, hoping that their general would agree quickly, and it was quite good to have such conditions!

"Bastard, did this kid Ji Ling eat the gall of an ambitious leopard? …… With him, he dares to share the land of Yuzhou with me? Xiao Yi seemed to have been insulted, Tie Qing, who had a small face, tore the letter to shreds in three or two strokes, and threw out the meat cleaver in his hand.

"Go back immediately and tell Ji Ling, let him wash his neck, General Ben will take off his neck in a few days, hang it on the flagpole to show the public, and share the ...... with me, I'm bah!"

Xiao Yi squirted Song Zhong out directly with a burst of saliva, which scared him into holding his head, for fear that he would lose his head if he ran slowly!

However, when he ran out of the Chinese army's tent, he happened to meet a messenger running in, and he shouted loudly, "General, our reinforcements are coming, and the 30,000 Qingzhou soldiers from Shanyang County have come over......"

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