Chapter 34 Thirty-four

When Lang Lang saw Fei Lian who had returned from a near-death situation, the merman beside him had already passed out due to dehydration and weakness.She was so badly hurt that she was beyond recognition.Until Fei Lian recovered, she was still in a deep coma.After waking up, Major General Fei Lian stood in front of the merman's bed for a long time, with a complicated expression on his face, he didn't say anything, he just told the military doctor to take good care of him. "Major General Fei Lian has always treated the sharks kindly, and he should be rewarded." Lang Lang just said a word, and then he was speechless.

However, before he came back to his senses, he suddenly heard a long horse neighing, and the soldiers in the city cheered loudly. "What's the matter?" The generals who were chatting raised their heads together, but they saw smoke and dust flying under the deserted city. It seemed that a large group of people had arrived. The man in white at the head was Maj. But the team was so dark that it was impossible to see which side's army it was in the dark. Fei Lian raised his head and shouted to the city: "Kaicheng!" With an order, the heavy door bolt was lifted by ten soldiers, and the ten-foot-high city gate slowly opened.

People are like tigers, horses are like dragons, a group of people and horses rush in, and the flags are half-rolled and the horseshoes are flying. "No!" The lieutenant beside Lang Lang suddenly exclaimed, "This, this... is a treasure thief! Look at their horses, they all have silver Sarang eagle marks on them!" Lang Lang was also taken aback, his pupils shrank suddenly—yes, he also recognized it: this team brought back by Major General Fei Lian Xing Ye was actually a treasure thief who roamed the desert! "I'll go back to the city and have a look," he whispered to the vice-captain, "you should guard here."

- Unsurprisingly, Major General Fei Lian's practice of welcoming the treasure thieves from the Western Wilderness into the empty camp was opposed by more than half of the soldiers—especially those descendants of the powerful who came from the bloody battle of the imperial capital, and even more fiercely expressed their refusal to fight with them. These untouchables live together, if the major general insists on arranging these people as partners on the battlefield, they would rather give up the battle. Lang Lang knew the difficulty of the matter, but he also understood Fei Lian's painstaking efforts.On the second day, after receiving the entrustment, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into Major General Wei Mo's room to lobby the powerful boy from the imperial capital.However, since the moment he walked in the door, the noble boy had been sneering at this colleague.

"Hey, please be considerate of Fei Lian - he is trying his best to fight against the rebellion," he looked at Major General Wei Mo with a livid face, shook his head and sighed, "The Pojun force is too strong, we have no chance of winning at all. , Now that the treasure thief is willing to cooperate with us, it is also a chance to turn defeat into victory." Wei Mo stubbornly raised his chin, and sneered, "How can phoenixes and wild birds eat together?" "So, you would rather die than accept help from foreigners?" Lang Lang's expression gradually became serious, looking at the proud young man from the imperial capital, "Think about it! The death of parents, the death of brothers, the death of clansmen Death... so many people's blood, can't it compare to your face and pride?!

Wei Mo snorted coldly and turned his face away, disdainful: "You, a pariah who was exiled in the Western Wilderness, are you worthy of telling me these things?" The light in Lang Lang's eyes flashed away, and he controlled his urge to kill—these dandies in the imperial capital didn't know that twenty years ago, he was also one of the top ten powerful people, and he was even more important than these people. Noble and prominent. "What are you proud of? Bloodline? Family status? Or those piles of genealogy written on paper?" Lang Lang sneered, and decided not to save face for the guy in front of him, "Major General Wei Mo, I think It's time for you to wake up - Feng Shui is turning around now, this is not the imperial capital, no one will buy blood; this is the Western Wilderness, a place where the weak prey on the strong!"

Surprised by the other party's sudden tough tone, Wei Mo turned his head in surprise, only to see a sun-tanned arm stretch out and grab his snow-white collar with such force that it almost knocked him off the ground. mention. "What are you doing? Get your dirty hands away!" The noble young man was frightened and furious, but he couldn't get away. "Bloodline? Bloodlines don't count! After Yun Huan bloodbathed the imperial capital, now everyone can't wait to say that he is not an aristocrat, but you are still dreaming here!" Lang Lang sneered, his snow-white teeth were as cold as a wolf, and he looked at the powder in his hand. The group-like noble son said, "I tell you, if you die here, the Wuxie clan will be completely finished - if you don't want the blood of the Wuxie clan to be cut off here, you have to cooperate with everyone who can cooperate ,understand?"

"Cough cough, cough cough..." Wei Mo struggled violently, but couldn't break free from the iron-tightened arm. "Understood?" Lang Lang pressed again, his eyes stern.