What did "disgusting" mean?
Su Shi Yilu was just about to fly into a rage when he quickly reflected on what he had blurted out. He could not help feeling sick to his stomach. All right, it was not just Chu Jie—even he thought "righteous brothers" sounded disgusting when applied to the two of them. No wonder Chu Jie had been distracted and struck.
"If we're not, then we're not. Don't throw your life away here."
Su Shi Yilu was still counting on Chu Jie to bring back the three enemy heads.
If Chu Jie died through some misfortune, hehe, Chu Jie would probably know what had happened. Su Shi Yilu would surrender without a second word. Victory or defeat belonged to Kang, but his life belonged to himself. If the tide truly turned, he would practice Self-Preservation.
In simple terms, he would sell out every soldier except those of the Wuzhou Army.
Su Shi Yilu knew this clearly, and Chu Jie—who had spent half his life with Su Shi Yilu—understood it even better. Even the enemy generals understood it.
"Great General Chu is bargaining with a tiger for its hide. Isn't he afraid Su Shi Yilu will turn on him and stab him in the back?" The leading enemy general was quite confident in his own strength. After sending Chu Jie flying with one strike, he did not pursue the advantage, instead allowing the other two martial generals to seal Chu Jie in from both sides. While Chu Jie dealt with them, he quietly appeared and closed in, his voice damp and sinister like a venomous snake. "Those who are not of our race will always harbor different intentions. How could Great General Chu not understand that?"
Chu Jie nearly laughed from anger at those words.
First, the man