Yun Ci gave General Xiahou the answer: "This is to ask those people sent by Qin Tianjian at the beginning." Fifteen people can't protect a Ming general, so they report it like this, and those who are alive are afraid that they will be severely punished!"

"So, I reported that one had died in battle. The reason for the war was also because of something else, and not because of their mistakes. General Xiahou's thinking was already clear, but the clearer it was, the more angry he became.

Then, Yun Ci said: "Of course, these are just speculations, and we don't know the specific situation back then." ”

"But in terms of the art of war, my father is indeed the target of those monks. General Xiahou's eyes were full of grief. But whoever was in that position would have faced that kind of danger.

But why should you even hide it from him? This is also a battle death, and it is just a matter of concealing it from the world, so why not tell him the truth. What secrets are there in the chaos of that war?

"By the way, there are still some people in my mansion who survived that year, I summoned them to ask the Immortal Chief?" In fact, General Xiahou also wanted to know what happened back then.

"Good. Yun Ci naturally said yes.

And Xiahou Rongrong, who had listened to so much news on the side, was a little stunned, still digesting what she heard in her ears.

The efficiency of General Xiahou's subordinates was very high, and in less than a cup of tea, a group of lame and crippled veterans appeared in front of Yun Ci. It's just a little disheveled.

"General, this big night has woken us up old fellows. One of the veterans, with a long scar on his face, asked with a mouth that lacked many teeth.

"Forty years ago, do you remember the war in the Southern Regions?" Yun Ci's voice was flat, neither high nor low, and it was very comfortable to listen to in the ears of several veterans.

It took a moment to realize what the girl was asking. Then they all became saw-spout gourds.

"What's wrong? I don't remember?" General Xiahou looked at the reaction of these people in the mansion, and was a little annoyed. But I also noticed that something was wrong.

At this time, the old soldier with the scar spoke: "General, it's not that we don't say it, it's that we ourselves were confused at the time and didn't know where to start. "At this age, I'm not afraid to say it. They have lived forty more years, and there is nothing to be satisfied with.

"What does Uncle Pang mean by this?" General Xiahou looked plain, and there was a veteran soldier at the bottom who was talking to Uncle Pang, and he saw it.

"Hey, don't pull me. It's been so many years, what dare you not say. If you don't say it, I'll say that I've lived enough. Uncle Pang flicked his sleeves, and the person next to him had nothing to pull, so he withdrew his hand in a daze.

"General, that battle back then was really headless. The old general was not killed by the enemy, but by an official on our side. The official was covered in black gas, and after killing the general, he jumped into the crowd and began to kill indiscriminately. Uncle Pang spoke leaky, but he still tried to speak clearly.

"It's a demon. Yun Ci muttered. Sure enough, it's a demon.

"How can this be reasonable!" General Xiahou didn't know what that black gas was, so he heard the official. His father was killed unsuspectingly.

"A few people from our side who were with that official went down to arrest the previous official. Those officials are immortals, and they know how to do immortal arts!" Uncle Pang had an exaggerated expression on his face.

"When we got into a fight, we hurt a lot of us. When they caught the murderer, they cut off the man's head without saying a word. Then he threw it into the enemy's crowd, and with a bang, it injured a large part of the opponent. There were also many immortals on the other side, and we were far away, but those immortals still hit us. Uncle Pang said that he was a little aggrieved here.

The person who pulled him earlier couldn't get used to it, and said, "General, don't listen to Lao Pang nonsense. ”

"Old Song, who are you talking nonsense?" Lao Pang was not happy, and immediately replaced his grievances with righteousness, "I didn't talk nonsense." ”

"Alright, alright. The others next to him all went to pull Lao Pang who was about to jump up.

Lao Song then said unfinished to Lao Pang: "The old general was killed by the traitor planted on the opposite side. Later, the monks fought and many brothers were affected. They fought for three days and three nights, and twelve of our monks died, and the other side died.

Then the adjutant general rushed up with us to kill the enemy. But there are a lot of poisons left on the battlefield, and the poisons do not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. If we had fewer people at the beginning, we were afraid that we would have lost. ”

"Does my mother know about these?" General Xiahou was silent for a moment after hearing this, and asked the veterans.

Old Song shook his head: "I don't know." It was decreed in the palace that no one who was alive should publicize the events of the battle. And let the living monks cast spells on each of us. ”

"What spell?" Yun Ci was shocked, don't be those powerful silence techniques. These people said they were going to die.

"I don't know. but he was told that he would die. Lao Song spoke, but his dark face smiled like a chrysanthemum, "General, I'm old, I'm not afraid of death." Thanks to your care for so many years, I have lived so well. Whatever you ask, I'll say. After speaking, he was still smiling, and Yun Ci didn't sense any fluctuations in his spiritual power.

But Lao Pang reacted, Yun Ci immediately made a decision, and a big solution was applied to Lao Pang. Lao Pang only felt that all his internal organs seemed to be shattered by a knife, and he was sucking and sucking in pain. Then there was a warm force that slowly soothed the pain on his body. But in the end, the viscera was broken, Lao Pang spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body was crooked, crooked on Lao Song's body.

The spell was fulfilled, and everyone else looked at Lao Song with sympathy. The meaning is obvious, it's your turn. However, after waiting for a long time, Lao Song is still fine.

"What's going on?" said one of the men, who was the first to express his surprise.

"Well, maybe the person who cast the spell for Old Song died. The spell is automatically lifted. Yun Ci thought about it, and only this one explanation was reasonable.

Like Lao Song, he was a little lucky to be cast by the same spell, and he opened his mouth to say a few words about the events of the year. But looking left and right, it seems that there is nothing to say, and everyone else has finished speaking. The face that is different from Lao Song is very exciting, there is an old god here, anyway, shut up and don't say anything. Others are a little anxious.

"It's okay, I'll solve it for you, and I'll change your silence spell. This kind of thing is still good to spread in the future, this technique, if someone violates it, the mouth will not make a sound for a year for the first time. The second time, he was directly dumb. When Yun Ci said the first sentence, the old men were still very happy, but when they heard the back, their eyes were extremely resentful.