Chapter 2070： War soul, assassination

While talking here, the maid's scream suddenly came from inside.

Zhou Yizhi's face changed slightly, and she turned and ran back.

After a while, she heard her cry.

"grandfather!"

Zhao Yuanjing raised his foot and walked over, and saw Old General Zhou's face like golden paper, and the blood he vomited on the bed.

He opened his eyes and mouth, only venting, not inhaling.

His pupils also began to dilate.

Seeing to be dying.

"Grandpa, grandpa, hold on, the doctor will be here soon..." Zhou Yizhi cried.

General Zhou’s skinny hand grabbed his granddaughter’s arm, tried his best, and said in a dumb voice: "Zhi'er, grandpa can no longer protect you... You have to take care of yourself. After I die, just take me , Bury me in Canglan Town...Wait, wait until the day you defeat Jiuli...Don't forget to burn some paper for me...Tell me..."

After speaking this sentence hard, his hand fell.

Before dying, it was this war that he could not forget.

"Grandpa, grandpa, don't leave..." Zhou Yizhi lay on him and cried.

Her father also died on the battlefield.

She grew up with her grandfather.

Now Grandpa also died on the battlefield, not by the enemy, but by his own betrayal.

This made her heart full of sadness, anger and unwillingness.

Zhao Yuanjing's eyes were sad, and he bowed to the body of Old General Zhou and turned to leave. Ming Xiuwen and Mingwei father and son also cried.

The old general was loyal and loyal all his life. Now he is dead on the battlefield. He deserves the highest respect.

Xu Hu said in a deep voice: "Old General Zhou goes well, I will definitely arrest Zhao Yuanhe and use his blood to comfort your spirit in the sky!"

Zhao Yuanhe's betrayal, the death of Old General Zhou, and the emperor's grief completely ignited the anger of Da Zhou soldiers.

Everyone was holding a breath.

Can't wait to grab the spear immediately, **** and die the Jiuli gangsters, biting their flesh and blood.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers all screamed.

Under such high pressure, Jin Yiwei's assassination team also fought.

On the third day after arriving in Saibei, the eight-person assassination squad sent by Xu Hu used suicidal Fangs. When the group was almost destroyed, they finally waited for the opportunity. When Zhao Yuanhe was placed in the order, he caught him. Up.

Eight people are all elites.

In the end, only two were left. After returning with Zhao Yuanhe, one of them fell to the ground and died.

The last remaining team member knelt on the ground and broke down crying.

Zhao Yuanjing stepped forward in two steps, slapped Zhao Yuanhe's face, and flew him out.

Zhao Yuanhe rolled to the ground and got up again.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down, and smiled: "Red blood is so beautiful. It's even more beautiful than I thought."

Zhao Yuanjing's pupils shrink slightly: "Can you see with your eyes?"

Zhao Yuanhe raised his head to look at him, looked up, and smiled slightly: "Brother Huang, although we have been brothers for 20 years, this is the first time I have truly seen your appearance. Brother Huang is really handsome. Extraordinary."

Zhao Yuanjing said coldly: "What's the matter with your eyes? Why are you treason?"

"Doesn't the emperor know?"

"what do you know?"

"I am originally from Jiuli."

"What did you say?" Zhao Yuanjing fell silent.

Zhao Yuanhe laughed: "It's really worth seeing the look on Brother Huang's face."

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at him for a moment, and suddenly said, "Your mother is from Jiuli?"