C61 The National War

Zhong Weifeng and the others' expressions changed slightly. The Western Army had been annihilated? Something happened to Zhong Wuli?

"Zhong Weifeng! You'd better face your death obediently. Right now, there are three hundred thousand soldiers in my city, and my brother is leading a million soldiers outside the city. And you, kid, with your courage, how are you going to fight against a million soldiers?!"

Xiao Zhiliang said arrogantly, "Men! Kill them all!"

A hundred personal guards were about to charge onto the execution platform when Lin Dong shouted, "Insolent!"

He took a step forward and a strong hurricane swept over. The hundred soldiers flew back and rolled on the ground. Xiao Zhiliang was also blown down by the hurricane.

"An ultimate expert, a Martial Emperor!" Wine was startled awake.

"Welcome back to the city, General Zhong!" A deep and deep roar resounded in the sky above Tiger Hill City. It was actually the shout of a million people.

Zhong Weifeng's face was filled with joy, "It's Wuli who has returned? Why is he so high-profile?"

Old Madam Zhong, Luo Yanran, Zhong Xiu, and Yun Fei were all smiling. Zhong Ying was even happier as she clapped her little hands. "That's great. Daddy is back."

Xiao Zhiliang, who was sitting on the ground, completely panicked. He quickly got up and led his personal guards to run towards the city gate. As he ran, he shouted," Don't open the city gate! "

"Xiao Family framed us, murdered the king, slaughtered the royal family members, and conspired to usurp the throne. Now that Xiao Wuyong has been killed, we will immediately release the Zhong family members!" Zhong Weifeng had an imposing manner.

The soldiers below the stage quickly released the people with the surname Zhong behind the execution platform.

"Yanran, you go home with the old mistress, Xiu-Er, and Yingying. Gather the servants and tidy up the house. Yun Fei and I will go to the city gate to welcome Wuli."

Outside Tiger Hill City, the million strong army was solemn in the rain. The commander of the northern army, Wu Zhong, came to the city gate and shouted, "Open the city gate and welcome General Zhong into the city!"

Wu Zhong thought of many things along the way. He felt that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. These three armies were close to 1.5 million, and he held the highest position.

He had used Zhong Wuli's power to expose the Xiao Family's plot and destroy them. Now that King Liang and all the royal family members had been killed by the Xiao Family, it would be best if Xiao Wuyong could destroy the Zhong Family as well.

That way, he would be able to reach the top of the Liang Country.

The city gate opened with a loud bang, and a group of several hundred iron-blooded generals rushed into the city. They were Zhong Wuli's personal guards. Everyone's eyes were red, and they stood on both sides of the street like javelins.

The defending troops in the city were intimidated by the might of the million strong army outside the city. They did not resist, nor did they stop them.

"Clang!"

The million strong army outside the city all knelt on one knee and shouted in unison, "Send General Zhong off respectfully!"

The eight generals in general armor carried a chariot. Zhong Wuli, who was wearing the flag of the Northwest Army, was lying on the chariot. Wu Zhong, the commander of the north army, supported the chariot and protected it.

Xiao Zhiliang walked over with his personal guards and saw Wu Zhong. "General Wu, what's going on? What are the soldiers outside the city shouting?"

"Guards, take down the traitors of the Xiao Family!" Wu Zhong shouted angrily.

When Zhong Wuli's personal guards heard that they were from the Xiao Family, they rushed forward. Xiao Zhiliang's personal guards also went forward to fight.

Zhong Wuli's personal guards were the elites of the elite troops. The soldiers that Xiao Zhiliang brought had basically never been to the battlefield. A single battle was as easy as crushing rotten wood.

In a moment, the personal guards that destroyed Desolate Zhiliang tied him up.

The personal guards on both sides of the road accompanied Zhong Wuli's war chariot as they slowly walked towards the Zhong Residence.

Zhong Weifeng and Yun Fei, who had rushed over in a hurry, saw the war chariot and the war chariot carried by Wu Zhong. They could not help feeling flustered and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"General Wu, what's going on?" Zhong Weifeng asked.

When Wu Zhong saw the vigorous Zhong Weifeng, a sense of disappointment and powerlessness rose. However, he quickly hid that disappointment and quickly bowed to answer, "Commander, in order to prevent the Great Liang soldiers from killing each other, General Zhong is in Three Gorges Pass. He was determined to cut open his heart and become a loyal soul! "

Wu Zhong knelt down on one knee as he spoke. "Commander, please accept my condolences."

Zhong Weifeng's body swayed, and Yun Fei quickly went forward to support him.

The blow of the old man losing his son made the old commander-in-chief's heart ache.

Zhong Wuli was the greatest pride in his life. When Zhong Wuli was young, he was overflowing with talent. When he was young, he was like a phoenix feather or a qilin horn. When he was in his prime, his iron blood was invincible. All of these made Zhong Weifeng feel incomparably proud and gratified.

This was like a bolt of lightning striking down from the clear sky. The first strike almost made the old man, who had been standing straight for his entire life, soften. He held back his grief and said with a slightly choked voice, "Fei, go and fetch your Uncle Zhong home."

Yun Fei's eyes were filled with tears. He took over the position of a Western Army general and carried Zhong Wuli's chariot. "Uncle Zhong, let's go home."

Zhong Weifeng walked in front and led the way for his son. Commander Zhong, who used to be as powerful as a tiger, slowly walked in front of the chariot in this storm. His body was slightly hunched, and his back was so desolate.

It was night. The Tiger Hill City was clear after the rain. It was slightly cold. The rainstorm washed away the stench of blood and killing intent in the Tiger Hill City. The sky was clear, and the moon was bright and the stars were scarce.

The entire city was immersed in solemnity. There was no singing or laughter. Occasionally, there would be soft whimpers.

In the Zhong Mansion's courtyard, Zhong Wuli's huge coffin was placed in the middle of the hall. On both sides of the coffin hung a pair of white and black characters.

Thousands of streams of tears poured down from the sky. The towering monument was a thousand years old.

Tens of thousands of miles of the sky were filled with sorrow, and the sun was setting. His loyal soul hung in the sky for thousands of years.

There was a spirit table in front of the coffin, and two thick candles were placed on both sides of the table. In the middle of the room was Zhong Wuli's memorial tablet, and there were some chrysanthemums and fruits on both sides. In front of the memorial tablet was a huge tiger head and an incense burner.

Luo Yanran, Zhong Xiu, and Zhong Ying, who were all dressed in white, knelt down at the bottom of the hall. Zhong Xiu and Zhong Ying kept sobbing with tears flowing down their faces.

Yun Fei was also wearing mourning clothes, and with tears in his eyes, he knelt down to guard the memorial tablet.

Zhong Weifeng seemed to have aged a lot. His temples had turned white for a long time, and his eyes were red. He stared blankly at Zhong Wuli's memorial tablet.

When Madam Zhong received the news, she suffered a heavy blow. In addition to the prison disaster a few days ago, her body could no longer hold on and she fell ill.

Luo Yanran knelt on the ground and held a wine pot in her right hand. Two wine glasses were placed in front of her knees and filled with wine. She said softly, "Wuli, husband, it's cold down there. Drink some wine to warm your body. Yanran will drink with you."

She raised a cup of wine with both hands and slowly poured it on the ground. She raised another cup of wine to the side of her lips and a drop of crystal clear tears dripped into the cup. Yanran raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. Hot tears also flowed into the corner of her mouth.

"Wuli, you used to like me to sing a song for you. You have been at the border all these years and did not have the chance to sing it to you. Now Yanran will sing a song for you." Luo Yanran wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

The moon was like frost, and her heart was full of sadness.

A cup of wine was filled with desolation.

Remembering the past, adding fragrance to her red sleeves.

Today, you and I, are separated from each other.

Transforming the soul of Famine, life and death are boundless.

From now on, I will look at Canyang alone.

After a hundred years, he would be buried together with the Monarch.

A song, Mournful-Husband, was euphemistically sad and melodious. It echoed in the memorial hall over and over again.

When he heard Luo Yanran's voice, which was filled with deep affection, Yun Fei could not hold it in anymore, and tears gushed out.

Zhong Weifeng shed tears and said to Zhong Xiu and Yun Fei, "Xiu-Er, Fei, take Yingying with you. Let's go outside and let them talk alone."

The next day, Zhong Weifeng led the Western Army to wipe out the Xiao Family. He killed the entire Xiao Family and arrested Liang Wu, Warlord, in the capital, for the crime of treason.

Liang Wu told them that when the Xiao Family was slaughtering in the palace, a wet nurse and King Liang's six-year-old son jumped into the dry well to hide. After that, they were found by the patrolling guards.

Liang Wu could not bear to see King Liang hiding in his home. King Liang had always regarded him as his confidant and also kept a trump card. Maybe he could save his life in the future, so he secretly hid them in his home.

Liang Wu was sentenced to be stripped of his position as a citizen and never hired again. He barely managed to keep his life.

On the third day, King Liang's succession ceremony was held, and he was granted amnesty to the world.

Zhong Weifeng was still the Left General, but he was given the title of Minister Gu. He controlled the troops of the entire country and assisted Little King Liang until he became an adult.

Wu Zhong was the Right General. Under the leadership of the new commander, the four armies returned to their respective camps.

On the fourth day, a grand national burial was held to bury King Liang and the royal family members who had been slaughtered by the Xiao Family.

On the seventh day, 10th month, 19th day, the Tiger Hill City was empty. The civilians walked to the streets and stood quietly on both sides of the streets to send General Zhong Wuli off for the last time.

Hundreds of black armored soldiers with white veils tied around their waists, raised their spirit flags high, and walked over in neat steps.

Behind them was Zhong Xiu, who was wearing mourning clothes, and Zhong Ying, who was sobbing with tears all over her face. Yun Fei was also wearing white mourning clothes, and he was beside the huge coffin with sixty-four bars.

Luo Yanran, who was covered in white silk, was sobbing silently. She was supported by a maid and followed behind the coffin.

Zhong Xiu and Zhong Ying walked in front of the coffin. They turned their heads around at nine steps and kowtowed three times. Yellow paper fluttered in the air.

When the coffin passed by, the people on both sides knelt down to pay their respects to the loyal general who had shed his blood for Liang Country.

He was both brave and brave.

In the end, strength was not something that could be overcome.

When he died, he was like a god and a spirit.

The child's soul will be the hero of the ghost.

The loyal soul is forever forged, and the towering monument has been carved for ages.

In the following days, Yun Fei often accompanied Zhong Xiu and Zhong Ying by Luo Yanran's side.

The days passed by day by day, allowing time to slowly wash away this depressing atmosphere.