Chapter 242

Under the sudden burst of speed, there was a burst of piercing sound in the whole sky, causing many soldiers in the barracks to raise their heads in a daze, thinking, is it going to change the sky?

Zhao Zilong is very anxious now, and the situation of the entire dynasty is in jeopardy. If he can't kill the national teacher again, what face will he have when he goes to see Taoist Kong Zhun?

This place is not too far from the core of the battle between the two countries. Zhao Zilong quickly saw the dark crowd in front of him. At this moment, his heart was fluctuating, and he finally wanted to see his father.

When it was about to approach, he carefully suppressed the fluctuations in his body, trying not to be discovered by others.

Dodging into his own army camp and walking towards the brightest tent, Zhao Zilong found that his father was discussing important military affairs with many generals there.

"General, the Qiang barbarians are coming in menacingly, the situation is not good."

"I suggest that the general rush to attack overnight, maybe he can get some opportunities."

Zhao Wu's brows were tightly furrowed, listening to the comments of his generals, there was a haze that could not go away on his face.

How could he not know what these generals said? But if the national teacher cannot be dealt with, even if the Qiang barbarians can be defeated, they will still make a comeback, which is useless at all.

Zhao Wu's strength is already second to none in the entire Jiangchu Dynasty, but he once fought against the national teacher of the Qiang barbarians, but he was defeated by just a few hasty moves.

"Okay, you guys go back to rest for the time being, everything depends on my arrangement tomorrow."

"General..."

One of the generals under his command showed embarrassment and said to Zhao Wu, which attracted all the other generals to turn their heads.

"General Liu, what do you want to say?" Zhao Wu asked.

"My subordinates believe that even though the national teacher of the Qiang Barbarian is well-versed in cultivation, the generals under my command of the Chu Dynasty are brave and good at fighting. It might be possible to use the tactics of crowds to exhaust them to death."

"Hmph, it's easy for you to say, but do you know that when they have reached the level of the Qiang barbarian national master, the ordinary tactics of the sea of ​​people will not work against them at all, and their strength is not something you can figure out at all."

Zhao Wu snorted coldly, then waved his hand to signal the general to send them out of the camp without further ado.

When there was no one around, Zhao Zilong carefully knocked out the two guards in front of the general's tent, and then entered the tent in a flash.

"Father."

Zhao Zilong's voice trembled a little. Since the last parting, the father and son had been together for more than three years without seeing each other again.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Wu couldn't believe it. He turned around suddenly and saw the child he cared about. Rao had spent his whole life on the battlefield, and his eyes were moist at this moment.

Since Zhao Zilong went down the mountain, he sent people to carefully inquire about every move he made in the army, and he also knew what kind of earth-shaking changes had taken place in his good son.

Originally, Zhao Zilong didn't want to see the suffering of poor people, but now when he kills the Qiang barbarians, he doesn't have the slightest mercy.

Such a change has occurred in his son, he naturally knows that his words before have played a role, but how much suffering will he have to suffer during this period if he wants to turn a person with such a soft heart into what he is now? That's right.

For a moment, Zhao Wu's heart was full of guilt.

"Why did you come here? Don't stay at your station and guard it carefully." Zhao Wu pretended to be serious on purpose, and yelled at Zhao Zilong in a cold voice.

"Father's current battle situation is precarious. If he can't be handed over to the national teacher of the Qiang barbarians, I am afraid that the land of the Central Plains will be devastated. I came here this time to help my father."

Zhao Zilong's words were resounding, and then he stared at Zhao Wu, without retreating in the slightest.

How can he not know that what his father thinks in his heart is nothing more than because of his current strength, and he simply cannot compete with that national teacher.

"It's up to you, how can you help me? Your current strength is at most equal to mine. How do you think that after reaching the realm of a third-rank master, no one can really beat you?" Zhao Wu said arrogantly interrupted Zhao Zilong.

"My lord father, since you said that, why don't you and I compete. If we can defeat you, then you must allow me to stay and fight side by side with you."

There was a look of struggle on Zhao Wu's face. He just wanted to keep Zhao Zilong away from disputes and save his life as much as possible in this war.

If the Jiangchu Dynasty was really lost in the end, as a general in the entire dynasty, he would have to fight bloody till the last moment.

The return of the horse leather shroud is the final destination of all soldiers.

Looking at his son's unyielding face, Zhao Wu sighed slightly in his heart.

"Forget it, since you and that senior have been cultivating on the mountain for such a long time, I believe in your strength, so stay and fight the enemy bloody with me."

Zhao Zilong was overjoyed when he heard the words, and then comforted his father: "Father, please don't worry, the realm of you and me is slightly lower than that of the Qiang barbarian national teacher, but if there is a real fight, whoever wins will lose Not yet known."

The strong self-confidence revealed in Zhao Zilong's words made Zhao Wu, a seasoned veteran, immediately infected.

At this moment, someone finally found the two guards who were knocked unconscious before the military pay, and then rushed in. Seeing the strange boy in the tent, everyone subconsciously pulled out the long knives at their waists.

"Don't worry, this is General Ben's son, you don't need to panic."

Zhao Wu waved to the soldiers in front of him, signaling them to retreat, and when they were about to leave the camp, he seemed to have thought of something again, and suddenly said: "Go and get me two jugs of wine."

After the soldiers brought the wine, Zhao Wu took Zhao Zilong outside the camp, and analyzed the current situation and some nearby mountains and rivers for him bit by bit.

The father and son finally meet again after being separated for many years. Both of them have a lot to say in their hearts, but the language between men sometimes swallows the words back to their lips.

Wu Zhao removed the mud from the wine jar in his hand, and threw it directly to his son.

"Boy, can I drink?"

"Of course."

The father and son looked at the stars in the sky, like a huge chessboard.

A gust of wind blows, the sand is romantic, and the skin on the face of the person who was cut is painful.

Zhao Zilong held the wine jar in his right hand, and then poured it into his mouth non-stop, Zhao Wu who was beside him admired for a while.

"As expected of my son."