Ah Heng was sent to a camp by Mengton, and he did not resist, because Mengton assigned five soldiers of the wolf cavalry battalion who were as strong as cattle to watch over him, led by a bearded non-commissioned officer with shrewdness in his eyes, obviously not a master who was easy to fool. The first thing he said when he saw Ah Heng was www.biquge.info "Boy, I know you, stay good for Lao Tzu, don't make it difficult for the brothers!" After speaking, he patted his ass and went outside the camp.

The candle flame was like a bean, and Ah Heng stood in the gloomy tent, recalling everything that had happened in these days, which made him sigh. Ever since he lost his martial arts, he has been in various predicaments. Of course, it is not for nothing, maybe people will only let off their guard in front of the weak and expose their true side, and Ah Heng has used this to re-understand many people, and he believes that this understanding will help him make the right decision. Ah Heng never thought that losing martial arts was a weakling, in his heart, as long as a matter was not over, there was hope for change. And he never loses hope.

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In the middle of the military tent, Monton hesitated, but still summoned the three cavalry captains of the wolf cavalry battalion. He briefly repeated Ah Heng's words.

Immediately, the faces of Jurgen, Tuoba, and Furong all changed.

"It's a conspiracy!" Fu Rong began, "who can be sure that he is telling the truth?"

"But what if it's not a conspiracy?" Jurgen immediately retorted, "there are some things that don't need to be 100% certain, because if they do, the consequences are simply beyond our reach." ”

Tuoba also nodded, and said to Mengton with a gloomy face: "My lord, let's go back! ”

"Do you think the orcs will let us go, and if they are discovered, it will cause serious damage to the wolf riders. Moreover, the attitude of the Knights of the Templar is unknown, and the current stalemate is due to the fact that no one will give in, and if we retreat first, who knows if they will fall into the lower stone-" Fu Rong also said with a gloomy face.

"When has the Wolf Cavalry Battalion ever feared death, and died for the Governor, we willingly—" Tuoba said angrily.

"Then it also depends on whether the death is worthwhile, if all this is a conspiracy, do we want to sacrifice the lives of our sons in vain?" Fu Rong also fought back angrily.

"That's enough!" Monton exclaimed, and he glanced at Jurgen again, "If the troops are withdrawn, the fox camp will be the queen of the palace." ”

Jurgen smiled slightly: "My lord, we have been fighting side by side for more than ten years, do you still need to ask? ”

Fu Rong's face changed and said, "My lord, please think twice!"

Meng Dun glanced at Fu Rong deeply: "I have made up my mind, I don't need to say more." ”

"In that case, Furong obeys his fate!" he took a step back and bowed down to receive the order. However, the next moment, a fierce light flashed in his eyes and suddenly burst out, and he pulled out his waist knife and slashed fiercely at Major General Jurgen beside him, and the majestic sword wind blew the candle flame flickering. Jurgen didn't have time to dodge, so he had to take the knife down with his back. He screamed miserably, his entire body was almost torn apart, and he threw himself directly to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Old fox!" Tuoba looked at the blood spurting out of his old brother's back, and immediately reacted, roared violently, and pulled out the scimitar on his waist like lightning, slashing at Furong. The two scimitars were pressed tightly together. Tuoba is one of the few fierce generals in the northern frontier, second only to Mengton in martial arts, and under his rage, he urged his strength to the extreme, and Furong was forced to keep retreating.

Tuoba suddenly raised his foot and kicked Fu Rong in the abdomen, and Fu Rong's whole body flew upside down, hitting the camp tent deep into it, and rolling to the ground again. Tuoba raised his scimitar and slashed down, yelling, "Die!"

Looking at the lightning-like scimitar above his head, Fu Rong was so frightened that he rolled on the spot, and shouted in a hurry: "My lord, save me!"

"Heavenly King Lao Tzu can't save you-" Tuoba suddenly froze, his face showed a painful look, the scimitar in his hand fell weakly, he looked at the long sword that penetrated from behind in disbelief, slowly turned his head, and it was Monton's pale and bloodless face that came into his eyes, Monton's whole body trembled, his eyes were full of confusion, and he couldn't seem to believe that he actually stabbed this sword.

"Why?" Tuoba asked with great difficulty.

Menton closed his eyes tightly, his trembling right hand slipped weakly, and Tuoba's body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes still wide even when he died, and he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him until he died.

"Thank you for your help!" Fu Rong struggled to get up.

Monton opened his eyes abruptly and roared, "Why are you pushing me!" He strangled Furong's neck tightly like a furious lion, as if he would break the other's neck at any moment.

Furong could feel that the other party was really going to kill him, he could barely breathe, and desperately tore at Monton's wrist with both hands, trying to separate the other party's iron palm like iron pincers. However, Monton, who was in a rage, was no longer able to resist him, and no matter how hard he tried, his steel-like palm remained unmoving. Fu Rong's face turned red, and he hissed with the last strength of his strength: "Your Highness...... Big...... Person...... Don't forget your sister. ”

This sentence seemed to have a great magical power, as if a basin of cold water was poured on Monton's head. Monton let go of his palm in despair. Fu Rong slipped from the palm of the other party's palm, and he crawled on the ground and gasped loudly: "My lord, I am also forced to do so, you promised Your Highness, without Your Highness's instructions, you will leave the wolf riding camp in no man's land, if you go back on your word, Your Highness will never forgive us, we will all die, your sister-"

"That's enough!" Monton's eyes reddened, "yes, I promised, but—"

Monton's heart was full of pain, he thought that he would never face such a choice in his life, kindness and hatred were mixed, no matter what kind of choice, it would be difficult for him to bear. However, he chose to do so, and when he stabbed the sword, Monton could never turn back.

In the end, Monton still can't forget the hatred, he has a beautiful and kind sister, and they depend on each other for their lives. In Monton's eyes, his sister was his mother. If it weren't for his sister, Monton would still be a "mongrel" that everyone disliked in the slums of the imperial capital. His best fate is to become a corpse in a stinking gutter, dragged to a mass grave and bitten by wild dogs. In order for Monton to receive a decent education, her sister secretly sold herself into the Prince's Palace, and it was there that she met the man who had hurt her all her life, and this man's name was Guo Zizhong, the eldest son of the top family in the empire.

In a sweet fantasy about the future, his sister gave birth to a daughter for him. But he broke his promise and abandoned his sister to marry another woman. As the top nobleman of the empire, he could laugh it off. Because a woman like his sister may be just a plaything in his mind. The love of a pariahs and the top nobles of the empire is not possible even in the most romantic saga. So my sister accepted her fate, she just wanted to live quietly with her daughter. However, the man took away his sister's only hope and let her daughter take what she regarded as her life. My sister was blinded and desperate in the midst of crying day and night, and finally died in agony.

Standing in front of his sister's grave, Monton vowed to make the man lose everything, let him kneel in front of his sister's grave, and spend the rest of his life in repentance until he died. So ten years ago, even if the emperor gave him a high-ranking position, he refused, and instead willingly became a pawn of Prince Wen, because he did not forget the hatred. But today, he hesitated, ten years of kindness, ten years of brotherhood in the wolf riding camp, he couldn't accept the pain of losing it all.

What's more, when Monton knew that his only loved one was in Wolf City, he hesitated, he didn't want to lose his last loved one because of hatred, and that little girl named Ye Shuang was innocent. Today, however, he was forced to make a choice. Perhaps, as early as when he surrendered to Prince Wen ten years ago, everything was destined today. Because it was absolutely impossible for Prince Wen to give him a chance to repent, maybe all this was Prince Wen's conspiracy, and Meng Dun's whole body trembled uncontrollably-

Fu Rong stood up with difficulty, looked at the stunned Mengton, and persuaded: "My lord, the wolf rider must not return to the northern frontier, Guo Zizhong must die." Otherwise, His Royal Highness the Prince would not be able to control the northern frontier. We can't go back now, and we can only survive by following His Highness. From now on, whoever stands in our way will die!"

Monton's whole body stiffened, his whole body seemed to be suppressed with incomparable resentment, and his long golden hair raised himself without wind.

"You...... Not worthy to be our brother!" An angry voice came from behind him. Monton turned around, only to see Jurgen leaning on the table with difficulty, his body was covered with blood, and a fire had already burned behind him, and there were many flammable things in the tent, and the fire quickly raged, and the half-extinguished candle slipped from Jurgen's hand.

Looking at Jurgen, who was dying, and listening to his mild but thunderbolt-like words, Monton took a step back as if he had been hit hard. Furong also looked at Jurgen who woke up in horror, and he didn't expect that the other party actually pretended to be dead, and he was really as cunning as a fox. However, he then picked up the scimitar on the ground and rushed towards Jurgen with a hideous face.

Jurgen smiled miserably, and suddenly breathed rapidly, is he going to die at the hands of this villain after all? He suddenly roared weakly at Monton: "Wolf, don't let hatred blind you, otherwise Lao Tzu will not let you go if he is a ghost-"

"Don't!" Monton shouted.

The scimitar slashed, Jurgen's voice stopped abruptly, and his head rolled to the ground.

Monton looked at Jurgen's distorted face, suddenly let out a suppressed low roar, and fell to his knees weakly, he hugged Jurgen's dead head tightly, his long golden hair falling down, and his sharp nails embedded deep in his palms. He suddenly regretted it very much, he regretted very much that he had chosen the path of no return, but did he have a choice? If he had to do it again, maybe he would still do it. But this person in his arms is the old brother he cares about the most in the Northern Xinjiang Army!

I'm sorry, old fox! Monton cried bitterly as he hugged Jurgen's head.

Seventeen years ago, Monton remembered that when he first entered the wolf riding camp, the first person he saw was Jurgen, who was just over thirty years old at that time, and was already a veteran of the wolf riding camp, and he warned the soldiers with eyes in the sky: "This is my little brother of Jurgen, don't bully him!" At that moment, Monton, who was inferiority and panic because of his blood, felt the warmth of family.

Fifteen years ago, Jurgen was given the title of "Fox of the North" by the Governor in a battle against the orcs, and he happily said to Monton: It is better to be a fox than to be embarrassed, so that we can be embarrassed in the future. At that moment, Monton felt a precious brotherly feeling.

Twelve years ago, when Monton was promoted to lieutenant of the 1st Battalion of the Wolf Cavalry, Jurgen happily presented him with a sword, saying that it had been stolen from the tribe of the undead, and boasted that the sword was blessed with mana, and whoever held it would be invincible. Later, Monton learned that this sword was not a sword of mana at all, and that Jurgen had the cheekiness to borrow a large sum of money from the Governor. Since then, this sharp sword has been by Monton's side for a long time, and has made great achievements in countless battles. At that moment, Monton really believed that the sword was a faith, because the fox-like man was always with him.

Ten years ago, in the Battle of Yinshan, Monton was exhausted for a long time, got out of luck, and had to slip off his horse several times, it was Jurgen who took Monton on the side and told Monton to just move forward and hand over his back to him. It was because of Jurgen's persistence that Monton escaped with his life.

Yes, for more than a decade, Jurgen has said the most is to give him his back, and with him, the wolf cavalry battalion can rest easy whether it is attacking or retreating. One of the Wolf Riding Camp's favorite sayings is, "Old fox, I'll give you my back!" and he never disappoints.

Yet today, it was ironic for Monton to watch someone slash him in the back. This old fox in the north did not die on the battlefield, but in front of his most trusted brother, and in such a shameful way. He was right, he didn't deserve to be his brother at all. Because he didn't even have the courage to avenge him.

Monton finally couldn't hold back his tears.

Jurgen never married, and he always said that if he works with his head and doesn't know when he will die, he can't drag down a good girl. However, in Wolf City, he adopted dozens of orphans. He always smiled and said that he was the father of dozens of children, he wanted to laugh at everyone he saw, and he looked like a bad person all day long, but when he died, there was only unwillingness, anger, and deep disappointment in his round eyes.

Listening to Mengton's heart-rending cry, Furong wanted to persuade but didn't dare, so he could only look anxiously outside the tent. The only thing to be thankful for is that he had already sent all his guards away, otherwise the mutation here would have been discovered.

"My lord, let's go!" Fu Rong saw that the raging fire could not be extinguished, and hurriedly stepped forward to Ramonton, but was violently pushed away by Monton, he drew his long sword and glared at the other party angrily: "Get out, get back to your Royal Highness." Tell him that if he breaks his promise, I will not let him go. With that, he picked up Jurgen's body and walked towards the depths of the flames. Since you can't take revenge, let's die with my brother!

"My lord!" Fu Rong looked at Monton, who seemed to have lost his mind, and didn't know what to do for a while. Without Mengton, who can control the wolf riding camp, the prince has repeatedly explained that the wolf riding camp must be brought back intact.

He was in a dilemma, when suddenly there was a tsunami-like roar in the distance. Immediately afterwards, one of the guards quickly rushed into the tent and shouted, "Lord Monton, the orcs are coming, please hurry-", however, his voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at everything inside the tent in shock, and he was so frightened that he could not speak. The next moment, his eyes widened, and blood kept spilling from his mouth.

Fu Rong pulled out the scimitar from the other party's body with a hideous face, the matter must not be leaked, he looked at Meng Dun, who was still standing in the flames, gritted his teeth and rushed to the other party's side, shouting into his ear: "My lord, the orcs are coming, do you want to watch the destruction of the wolf riding camp? It was your brother who died, isn't it your brother who is alive outside?"

Monton's whole body stiffened, his expression was full of pain, but his eyes regained some clarity.

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ps: This chapter is very tiring and difficult to write, and I have changed it countless times, but I have never been satisfied, maybe because of the heartache, no matter what, so be it. It can be regarded as an explanation of Xiaoshuang's identity!