Chapter 93:

Li Zhong carefully recalled what happened that day.
There should be no flaws, all the people in the know died in that battle, he thought.
He was the retainer of the Helan family. When he was young, he had been with the old patriarch Helan Yan of the Helan family. Later, he followed the young and newest Helanzhen of the Helan family and became one of Helanzhen's trusted adjutants.
Helan Zhen ordered him to station in a small county twenty miles west of Zhengzhou, which was an important outpost for Zhengzhou's defense against Xirong.
A few days ago, he led several cronies back to Zhengzhou City and informed He Lanzhen that they had found signs of suspected dog Rong spies activity near the station.
He Lanzhen had no doubts, and personally ordered hundreds of soldiers to follow him to the station to investigate the enemy's situation.
Walking on the road, He Lanzheng talked with him casually in the past. But Li Zhong was a little absent-minded, his heart pounding, and he was uneasy about what was about to happen.
"Uncle Li." He Lanzhen suddenly called him.
"What, what's wrong, Major General." Li Zhong was taken aback.
"I think there seems to be something wrong with the road ahead." He Lanzhen took the reins and stopped. He frowned and looked at the gloomy dense forest ahead.
"Yes, what can be wrong. This is our own place." Li Zhong pressed the heart that jumped to his throat and smiled forcefully, "Not far after this forest, it is the end of the general's residence. Send someone at the end of the forest to wait to meet the general's ride."
He Lanzhen smiled as usual: "Yes, Uncle Li is making arrangements, what else do I have to worry about."
...
Above the mourning hall, looking at the white banners flying all over the sky.
Kneeling on the ground, Li Zhong said everything inexplicably, with a sense of guilt in his heart.
He talked endlessly about the carefully woven, seamless lies.
How he fought bravely against the enemy, regardless of his own serious injury, desperately snatched He Lanzhen's body from the enemy, and the process of getting out of the siege by chance was so vivid that everyone who heard it sighed.
It was the Helan family members who had changed their sackcloth and came to the mourning hall, and they all looked at him gratefully with tears in their eyes.
Even the patriarch He Lan Yanzhi personally saluted him to thank him. Had it not been for the lord's still sitting there, Helan Yanzhi would almost have come to help him get up and say a word of gratitude.
However, the lord was sitting in front of him, watching him with swarthy eyes, without speaking, and was silent for a long time.
The lord's strange silence made the entire air seem to be condensed, with a suffocating depression.
Li Zhong knelt on the ground, and he felt a little breathless in Cheng Qianye's gaze.
In the late autumn season, a thin layer of sweat loomed on his back.
At that time, they ran into a trap carefully arranged by the Inu Rong people.
The stumbling masses, pits, and the rockets fired on all sides did not make the young general of the Helan family lose his tactics. He calmly directed the well-trained guards to quickly form a round formation.
Point the spear at the enemy, keeping his own back.
Work together to defend against enemy attacks.
Li Zhong had to quietly drew out the dagger and approached He Lanzhen from behind.
He succeeded.
At that moment, He Lanzhen suddenly turned her head, looked at him incredulously, at the dagger he stabbed from behind.
He Lanzhen's dying expression seemed to freeze, shaking back and forth in front of Li Zhong's eyes. He panicked for no reason, almost unable to stabilize himself.
Li Zhong desperately said to himself repeatedly in his heart, calm, you must be calm, the lord does not know anything, and must not show his feet in front of the lord.
This can't blame him, can't blame him.
He has been a cow and a horse for the Helan family for so many years, first following the old Langzhong Ling, and then following the young General Helanzhen. He was born to death several times, but he is still only a small lieutenant.
That He Lanzhen seemed to be polite to him, and Li Shu and Li Shu's yelling didn't really put him in the eyes.
He Lanzhen was even willing to support a lowly status slave, and she did not remember herself as an old man who had served the Helan family for many years.
He is old, it is impossible to fight for many years on the battlefield, he has to consider for his descendants.
The lord of Xirong quietly contacted him time and time again, sending boxes of treasures to him and his sons.
The dazzling Jinshan Yinshan and the attractive prospect finally shook his heart.
People don’t die for themselves, do they?
Li Zhongyin quietly raised his head sympathetically, and glanced at the lady Tianxiang behind the lord.
His plan had already succeeded.
He openly returned to the city with He Lanzhen's body, set up a mourning hall in front of the soldiers and people in the city, let out grief, spread rumors, and the military spirit was almost dissipated.
It's a pity, it's just a little bit short.
If it hadn’t been for this woman who happened to come to the city, she would ascend to the top of the city as the Lord’s justice concubine, hold on to the city gate, and stabilize the hearts of the people. .
"So that's it." The lord finally spoke.
The lord seemed to believe his words, his eyes were red and there were tears in his eyes.
Li Zhong let out a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "General Helan, the heroic spirit is here, and I learned that the lord..."
"So you killed him."
Cheng Qianye's tears were frozen in her eyes, and she looked cold, almost out of anger.
"No, no, what do you say, lord?" Li Zhong could hardly believe his ears, he put his hands in his hands, and was anxious to distinguish.
Cheng Qianye stood up and whispered, "Qiaosheng."
Mo Qiaosheng stepped forward, twisted Li Zhong's injured arm, and pressed him to the ground in one move.
Li Zhong struggled desperately, and everyone was surprised to find that his injured arm with a splint was very flexible, and it seemed that he was not injured as badly as on the surface.
Mo Qiaosheng pressed his shoulder and twisted his arm backward.
The people at the scene only heard a clear click, and Li Zhong shouted like a pig.
His arm was severely broken.
Mo Qiaosheng still kept his hands, stepped on his forearm, grabbed his fingers and squeezed backwards.
Li Zhong grabbed his arm tightly, rolling on the ground in pain.
His wrist and fingers were dislocated together, twisted into a terrifying shape,
"I was wronged! I was wronged!" he yelled desperately.
And Cheng Qianye just looked at him expressionlessly, and said two words indifferently: "Continue."
Mo Qiaosheng made a heavy hand without hesitation.
The people at the scene looked at each other.
They looked at the frosty face of the lord, and the brutal general Mo.
I didn't understand what happened for a while.
Until Ajia comes back.
A Jia pressed a person back, and that person was obviously subjected to cruel torture in a short period of time.
He was wounded all over, with twine, and fell to the ground, shivering and shivering.
A Jia held a confession in both hands,
"Only five people came back alive with Li Zhong from that battle. One of them has already confessed. They colluded with the dog and designed to frame General Helan. The remaining four are being interrogated. They have not yet confessed. Please make a decision."
The audience was in an uproar.
One of Helan Yan pulled out his saber and pressed it against Li Zhong's neck. His beard trembled and his voice was hoarse: "My Helan family never treated you badly. Why did you kill my Zhener?"
Li Zhong gritted his teeth, knowing that his crime could not be concealed.
The muscles on his face were shaking again and again, and after a while he said fiercely, "You treat me not so badly? You just treat me as a dog in your Helan family. How did you really think about me!"
Helan Yan Zhigai was about to split, shaking his whole body holding a sword, and the young people of his nephews and nephews behind him stubbornly stopped him from impulsiveness in front of the lord.
A Jia looked at Cheng Qianye, and she hoped that Cheng Qianye could hand these traitors to her for trial, so that she could better probe the enemy's intelligence and use it.
At the same time, she was very curious.
She was trained as a professional spy agent since she was a child.
With this intuition, she also faintly felt that there was something wrong with it.
But the lord was more decisive than her, the lord found the traitor almost without hesitation, and had already convicted him without interrogation.
How did the lord do it?
A Jia felt very novel, and she thought with excitement in her heart: It was so interesting to be able to follow this lord.
Cheng Qianye looked at A Jia, she knew that A Jia was left to her by Zhang Fu, and what she was good at was handling such things.
"Then leave it to you. You and Langzhong Ling He Lan Yanzhi tried the case together, and you must have a detailed statement. After the trial..."
A Jia is waiting for her next words,
"The principal culprit was in the busy city, Ling Chi was put to death, and his corpse abandoned the city and was not allowed to converge. All the servants had their heads hanging at the city gate for three days.
Li Zhong was sweating, limp to the ground, and his lips were speechless.
Cheng Qianye didn't look at him, she looked at the dark coffin above the mourning hall.
Jiujiu lightly sighed: "What's the use? No matter what, you can't come back."
...
Mo Qiao was born on the city wall, and a white funeral procession helped General Helan's coffin to return to his hometown. The funeral car was more than a thousand rides, winding northward.
Someone approached him, Mo Qiaosheng turned sideways and bowed to salute: "Master, you are here too."
Cheng Qianye stood side by side with Mo Qiaosheng: "Well, I will send him a ride."
The wind in the city was very strong, and the violent cold wind disturbed Cheng Qianye's clothes and chilled her heart.
Mo Qiaosheng said, "As long as we fight, we will inevitably die."
He was trying to comfort Cheng Qianye, even though he couldn't even comfort himself.
"I have always known that the road to success must be paved by many bones." Cheng Qianye looked at the snow-white paper money flying all over the sky, seeming to be muttering to himself, "But being a friend of mine is really dead. Right now. It's still difficult to accept in my heart."
"General Helan is the first person I have been with since I came to my lord. Although he was born noble, he doesn't mind my background. Every time someone criticizes me and embarrass me, he always thinks of ways to help me. "Mo Qiaosheng slowly tightened his fists, "He is such a gentleman, naturally it is not easy to see the darkness around him, so he is harmed by the villain."
Cheng Qianye remembered the past, "At that time, he beat you once, and I was dissatisfied with him, secretly messing up and putting him in prison for several days before being released. I didn't expect you to become friends later."
"Let me go to Dog Rong, lord." Mo Qiaosheng looked west.
Cheng Qianye followed his gaze to the west, and the horizon was a gorgeous sunset.
"Okay, we set out to fight against Dog Rong."
The author has something to say: he was reluctant to write about his death directly from the perspective of classmate Helan, so he had to write it sideways.
At the beginning, there were only two characters who set this book to go offline, one is Cheng Feng and the other is He Lanzhen. Later, Cheng Feng was really reluctant, so he changed his ending.
I can't bear to write too many shots of classmate Helan, for fear of writing and reluctant to let him offline. Therefore, Helan's camera is always clicked, so that many readers don't remember him.
What I want to say is that on the battlefield, a well-known general may also die from a disease, one assassination, one frame-up, and there may not necessarily be a truly vigorous death. So I set this ending for him. Touching my little general Helan, I have wronged you.