Wei Yong sneered. "If the Beichen Imperial Family was so blessed by the heavens, how could they have died without a burial?"
When Beichen had been destroyed, the imperial tombs of a dozen emperors had been dug up and smashed by the angry people. The corpses in the coffins had been dragged out and whipped. All kinds of funerary objects had been robbed. Other than Huang Song's branch that had escaped, none of the other descendants of the Beichen Imperial Family had a good ending. Was this "divine favor?" The talk of gods and ghosts was just something those stupid people had made up to scare him.
Wei Yong tried to convince himself. He also tried to use these words to convince others. Nie Liang was silent for a long time.
He smiled disdainfully and said coldly, "No matter what kind of yao art Liu Xi used to put on this show, she has achieved her goal."
The Nie army had almost lost their will to fight. The soldiers only knew to turn and flee. People squeezed and stepped on each other. It was a mess without order.
This resulted in only a few of the enemy's casualties. They had lost forty thousand. Forty thousand casualties and almost no resistance at all. They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. The enemy only had to repeat the action of swinging their swords. Thinking of this, Nie Liang's already pale face became even more deathly still.
"Report —"
At this time, the messenger's voice broke the silence in the tent.
Wei Yong did not dare to let Nie Liang read the battle report directly in case it was bad news and anger Nie Liang.
"Read it and then tell me."
Nie Liang understood his gaze and gave a weak smile. Rather than saying he trusted Wei Yong, it was more to comfort him.
Because of his broken body, Wei Ling was already frightened by the mere twang of a bow.
Wei Yong took the secret report and read it closely. Everyone secretly looked at his expression and guessed if it was good news or bad news.
Seeing Wei Yong's brow furrowed and his knuckles white from the force, they knew it was bad news. It was definitely bad news.
Nie Liang sighed and reached out to indicate for Wei Yong to give him the secret report.
Whether it was good news or bad news, he had to know.
"Master —" Wei Yong resisted for the first time and overstepped his bounds. "This news —"
He stopped speaking. Nie Liang did not force him and said, "If you won't let me see it, then you will relay it. Is there worse news?"
Wei Ling took a deep breath, her eyes slightly red.
"Liu Xi sent General Fu Wang to attack Yang Tao. Not long after, someone called himself Shan Gui and offered him the art of shipbuilding."
They were already under great pressure, and the entire army was in a state of panic. They did not dare to go against the Child of Destiny that was appointed by the heavens. Now, there was the appearance of the 'mountain ghost descending to the world to bestow the divine art of shipbuilding'. For Nie Liang and the others, it was undoubtedly one disaster after another. However, this was not the end.
Nie Liang tightened his grip on the mat, trying to suppress the rising pain in his chest. The veins on his forehead bulged.
After a while, everyone noticed that his eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their frames. It was extremely frightening.
"What else? That's not the only thing, right? What else is there? Just say it. Don't tell me that I'll be angered to death by her! "
Nie Liang knew his best friend very well.
If it was just such a piece of bad news, why would his eyes turn red?
"Lord …" Wei Ling's lips moved for a while, as if hesitating whether to say it or not. In the end, he still said it. He almost choked with sobs as he said, "The secret report said … God entered your dreams and told Liu Xi … told Liu Xi that Lord's lifespan is not enough to be calculated and is not a concern …"
A person's lifespan was twelve years in an era, and one hundred days in an era.
Nie Liang's eyes widened like a goldfish that was suffocating. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he vomited a mouthful of red and black blood.
Everyone was so frightened that they did not dare to make a sound. Wei Ling and Nie Qing hurriedly went forward to support him, but they did not expect the two to be waved away by Nie Liang.
Nie Liang's strength was so great that he did not seem to be seriously ill. However, many people were worried that this was the final radiance of the setting sun.
Waving the two away, Nie Liang suddenly raised his head and laughed. He raised his hand to the top of the tent and scolded in a hoarse voice, "What damned heavens. If fate has decided, it will take away my lifespan now! Man can conquer nature. So what if it's Liu Xi! So what if it's her! "
Nie Liang stood up shakily. There was a faint hint of insanity between his brows, which made people's hair stand on end.
Wei Ling looked at his good friend, and his heart ached uncontrollably.
He still remembered the scene when he first met his good friend. He was incomparably elegant and elegant. He wore a black scholar's robe with a thin coat over it. He wore a lacquered gauze crown on his head. His slightly thin lips carried an amiable smile, but there was a faint sense of alienation … He was the standard son of an aristocratic family.
Now …
How did he become this haggard and demeanor of insanity?
As he pondered, he heard Nie Qing's loud shout. It sounded like a cuckoo crying blood. His heart tightened when he heard it.
Lifting his head, Wei Ling saw Nie Qing rush forward like an arrow and raise his hand to catch Nie Liang, who had fallen backward with a deathly still face.
Wei Ling opened his eyes without blinking. The noises around him gradually faded away. The voices of "Lord" seemed to be a vague voice from another world … Nie Qing cried out for his father, and a group of colleagues knelt on the ground and cried blood …
What happened?
How could it be?
Wei Ling's knees gave way and he collapsed to the ground.
The night passed. The scouts that Jiang Pengji sent out discovered that the Nie Camp was draped in white mourning mourning. Everyone looked mournful and hurriedly sent the news back.
Jiang Pengji was having breakfast. Her breakfast that day was a total of 15 meat buns mixed with minced meat. Each bun was the size of a strong man's fist. An ordinary man would be almost full after eating three buns. Jiang Pengji ate 15 in a row and drank three bowls of seaweed soup with shrimp skin.
Jiang Pengji burped inelegantly and patted her flat stomach. She picked up a handkerchief and wiped her mouth.
"Tell me, what's the latest news?"
Jiang Pengji hated military intelligence before and after eating. It was fine if there was good news, but bad news would ruin her appetite.
The soldier said, "Last night at midnight, Nie Liang died of illness. Everyone in the Nie Camp was mourning. The whole army draped in white mourning mourning and hung up white banners overnight."
Jiang Pengji was stunned when she heard the news.
"No … Is Nie Guangshan that weak? Brother, you're really fast. You're rushing to finish the filming … "
The livestream room was in an uproar. Jiang Pengji hurriedly pushed the food table aside and hurriedly gathered everyone for a discussion.
Everyone looked at each other. Even though they had been looking forward to Nie Liang receiving his bento all day and night, when he really did, it felt like a dream.
This brother died just like that?
Feng Yi and Sun Lan, who were sitting in the corner and listening, muttered to themselves. It was fine if he died, but he died of anger.
This was great. Their lord's image of seeking revenge for the smallest grievance had been completely recorded in history.
Thinking of the lord's words and actions that were recorded a while ago, Feng Yi felt that her lord would be slandered by the future generations.
Wei Ci asked, "Did the Nie Camp really hang up white banners and the whole army draped in white mourning mourning?"
Jiang Pengji said, "Zixiao, are you suspecting that it's a trap?"
Wei Ci was not sure. Nie Liang was very treacherous, but his body could not withstand a series of blows.
Thus, Wei Ci said, "It's not that I'm suspecting it. It's just that Nie Liang died of illness. We have to send people to offer our condolences."
Jiang Pengji: "…"
Zixiao, are you serious?
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