Zhao Zhong tensed up instantly, his face turned deathly pale, and he stared blankly at the rain of arrows hurtling towards him.
Oops!
These people have no manners at all. I came with sincerity, and they actually shot arrows at me.
Now, this group of scholars is utterly powerless against this overwhelming rain of arrows; they have no chance of resistance whatsoever.
We were just about to retreat, and then we'd figure out a solution.
Suddenly, several whooshing sounds came from behind him, causing his pupils to shrink and him to look involuntarily at the Divine Machine Battalion not far behind him.
It was clearly Hu Che'er who did it.
He was terrified and said bitterly, "This is bad. They won't let me escape the battlefield. They want me to die on the battlefield."
"Why did I have to be so foul-mouthed? They were my enemies, they died, what does it have to do with me!" A scholar next to him was so frightened that he wet his pants and cried loudly.
"What etiquette and morality? They're useless on the battlefield. This isn't a place for us!" someone said bitterly.
"His Majesty is so cruel. He wants us to die on the battlefield, just to give those generals an explanation."
"We can't blame anyone else. If we hadn't wanted to gain greater influence, we wouldn't have threatened the Emperor. But now I truly regret it!"
Many scholars resigned themselves to their fate, closing their eyes and awaiting their death.
With a hail of arrows in front of them and the Divine Machine Battalion guarding their rear, they had no other choice but to face certain death.
They knew in their hearts that they couldn't blame anyone else; it was all due to the pursuit of fame and fortune.
If it weren't for their desire to gain influence in the court, they wouldn't have tried to morally blackmail the emperor in order to secure some influence.
But to everyone's surprise, this tactic was ineffective against the Emperor; they could only blame their bad luck.
However, while some people accepted their fate, many more were filled with resentment, and quite a few even started tearing at Zhao Zhong.
Holding Zhao Zhong firmly, he was unable to move and could only watch helplessly as the rain of arrows fell. He was filled with despair.
"No!"
He couldn't help but roar. This despair of waiting to die was simply terrifying, it terrified his very soul, it was absolutely horrifying.
Ding ding ding!
Just as he was about to be pierced by a thousand arrows, a shield appeared in front of him. The person who made the move was none other than Hu Che'er, who saved him at the critical moment.
Zhao Zhong grasped at a straw as if it were a lifeline. Hu Che'er had saved him at the crucial moment. Did the Emperor not want him to die?
He exclaimed excitedly, "Commander Hu, does this mean the Emperor isn't going to kill me? That's wonderful! I knew the Emperor was kind-hearted..."
I'm saved!
"You're overthinking it. Your crimes are unforgivable, and you're doomed!"
Hu Che'er glanced at him, shook his head coldly, and said disdainfully, "The frontline troops are fighting bloody battles, and you're impeaching them from behind, and you even want to punish meritorious officials."
If you don't make him pay the price, how can the emperor face the generals who fight for him? Will any general dare to fight anymore?
Based on that alone, do you think you can survive?
Zhao Zhong must die!
It wasn't just the emperor who wanted him dead; the entire court of military officials wanted him dead. Under such circumstances, how could he possibly survive?
If he hadn't died, who would have dared to fight so bravely on the front lines? It would have been so incredibly frustrating to finally survive the battlefield only to be impeached and killed like this.
Therefore, such people should not be kept around.
"Definitely going to die?"
Zhao Zhong froze, his whole body instantly becoming disoriented. If he was destined to die, then why was he being saved at this moment?
He screamed hysterically, "I am the commander-in-chief! If I die, the morale of the army will suffer a severe blow!"
As the commander-in-chief, if I were to die like this, wouldn't the Great Liang lose face immensely?
"Snort!"
Faced with his madness, a cold glint flashed in Hu Che'er's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "After you die, the army's morale will only be higher, after all, you are one of the people the army hates the most."
Moreover, after your death, Great Liang will have even more reason to take action against Zhennan.
After all, we gave them a chance for peace, but they didn't cherish it, so they can't blame Great Liang!
"You!"
Zhao Zhong's face turned ashen. He never expected that he would become a crucial part of the surge in morale for the Great Liang.
The Emperor is using his own blood to drive the soldiers mad.
But how did I, a scholar, become the most hated person by soldiers?
Hu Che'er glanced at him disdainfully and sneered, "Hmph, your battlefield has always been in books, so it's just a string of cold numbers, a cold record."
You don't know that those numbers and battle results were won with the blood of our brothers, each one a precious life.
For your own selfish reasons, you attempted to slander battlefield heroes. Anyone with a shred of conscience would hate you!
Now you know what a battlefield is, right? Do you think your so-called benevolence and righteousness are useful on the battlefield? Do Zhennan understand that?
"Benevolence and righteousness?"
Zhao Zhong froze, then collapsed to the ground.
Looking at the densely packed corpses around him, and the unseeing eyes of his parents, he completely broke down.
"Aaaaaaah!"
He burst into tears, screaming hysterically, his whole body wracked with excruciating pain—he had never felt such agony before.
What nonsense about benevolence and righteousness? On the battlefield, there is only killing.
A tear of blood streamed down his face. Zhao Zhong watched numbly as another volley of arrows rained down, a neurotic smile creeping across his face.
"Hahaha, so benevolent..."
"The most ridiculous joke in the All Under Heaven is talking about righteousness with the enemy. I'm such a fool!"
"Father, I'm sorry!"
Bang!
He knelt heavily on the ground, choosing to face death, which was also his final apology to his parents.
Since you made the choice, you might as well complete it on your knees.
"What kind of playing style is this?"
From a distance, Lu Donghongri watched Zhao Zhong performing a shamanistic ritual, and his expression turned very strange. He had fought for decades, and this was the first time he had encountered such an operation.
The commander led only a few dozen men to attack, and then he just knelt down like that? What kind of tactic is this?
The Great Liang is known for its million-strong army, so why are they acting like this now? Could there be a conspiracy?
He looked at his adjutant beside him, frowned, and said, " A Ping, what do you think this guy is doing? It feels really strange."
The Great Liang is renowned All Under Heaven; there's no reason for them to pull this stunt on us.
This is hard to understand.
"General, it is said that there is a terrible curse magic in Eastern Taoism, which involves kneeling and worshipping heaven and earth, and then unleashing a terrifying attack."
"It is said that when Emperor Zhenwu ascended the throne, he offered a sacrifice to the heavens. After the blood sacrifice, Emperor Zhenwu Emperor Zhenwu then swung his sword and leveled a mountain!" A Ping said solemnly.