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Chapter 1183: Letter of Invitation (Part )
On the other side, Zhuolibuhua entered the tent and clasped his fists and said, "Khan, the martial arts arena is ready."

"Ah."

Shi Luodie walked up to Cheng Yaojin, who had a cold face, and smiled slightly: "General Cheng, I know that you are not afraid of death, and you are not as easy to fool as those playboys just now. But now you have no choice."

"Either you kill them and survive, or you die on the spot and still be a traitor."

Well.
Cheng Yaojin was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, then his face suddenly changed. He looked at Shi Luodie angrily, cursing silently in his heart. He knew what the other party meant.

As soon as the rules of the battle just now came out, the aristocratic generals saw hope of survival.

They didn't even wait for him to explain, and they were eager to put the blame on him. At first, Cheng Yaojin thought they were deceived, but now he realized that those people were very smart and were not deceived at all.

They are afraid that if they explain themselves, they will not be able to label themselves as traitors.

If I were not a traitor, they would not be able to attack me. Killing the main general is a serious crime. Even if they are not under the jurisdiction of the court, such a thing is not allowed.

On the other hand, as long as they could confirm their identity as a traitor, they could just as well kill themselves, thus fulfilling the conditions of the Turkic Khan and getting a chance to live; they could also give themselves a psychological explanation, as if they had really killed a traitor and it was beneficial to the country.

Hiding the cowardice of fear of death under the guise of upright and righteous deeds, no one can escape from this predicament.

Shi Luodie had a clear idea of ​​what kind of people the other side was. When they couldn't wait to accuse Cheng Yaojin but didn't dare to slander him as the Khan and the Turks, he knew that he had guessed right.

These people have no bottom line and will do anything to survive.

In other words, without long-term training and testing, without the watering of blood and fire, and the baptism of national justice, no one will not be afraid when facing death.

It is natural to be greedy for life, and it is even more natural to be afraid of death.

"General Cheng, you don't have the heart to attack them, but they will sacrifice you without hesitation in order to survive."

Shi Luodie's voice was like a spell that bewitched Cheng Yaojin's heart: "Also, don't think that you can rest in peace once you die. Unless you died on the battlefield ten days ago, then you would be a hero of the Tang Dynasty. Now the whole world knows that you were captured, and you can't explain it if you die again."

"Those people killed you, and in order to give an explanation to the nobles and the court, they would also portray you as a traitor."

"Right and wrong do not depend on truth, but on strength."

"You know better than me how powerful the Guanlong nobles behind them are. Not to mention that they don't know the truth, even if they do, they will attack you in every way in the court and nail you to the pillar of shame. The court can't afford to offend the nobles, and they don't want to bear the stigma of wronging a loyal official."

"I will also go with the flow and sacrifice you for the sake of the overall situation."

"Those people outside are the future important officials of the court. They will not allow anyone to overturn your case. If you die, not only will your family be in danger, but you will also be recorded in the history books as a surrendered general, and your name will be infamous for eternity."

Seeing Cheng Yaojin's constantly changing expression, Shi Luodie smiled slightly. These people who claim to be righteous always ask others to make sacrifices to maintain the overall situation. I just don't know if they can accept this task calmly now that it has fallen on their heads.

Well.
"You are not a human, you are a devil." Cheng Yaojin was so frightened that he took two steps back and looked at Shi Luodie with panic.

Then he opened his mouth wide and bit towards Shi Luodie's neck, intending to die together with him.

Shi Luodie had expected this and retreated easily. Zhuolibuhua was startled and hurried forward to hold Cheng Yaojin down with several guards.

"You kill me, you kill me, you kill me now. How can you be a hero if you play tricks and frame people?" Cheng Yaojin gritted his teeth and looked at Shi Luodie with anger, wishing he could bite him into pieces and swallow him.

Cheng Yaojin had never expected that such a despicable, shameless, sinister and vicious tyrant would appear on the grassland. Just now, he had been desperately ready to be killed, and to use his own death to protect his family in Chang'an.

Unexpectedly, the other party's plan was more difficult than he thought.

He knew that what the other party said was very realistic. If he died at the hands of the Turks, he would be sacrificing his life for his country. If he died at the hands of those guys in Guanlong, even if he died, he would be cursed for the rest of his life, and his descendants would not be able to turn things around.

If he encounters a few ruthless people, it is possible that they will wipe out his entire family in order to eliminate future troubles.

Shi Luodie looked at him indifferently, his heart feeling cold.

When you are in a strong position, you manipulate others at will, treat loyalty as nothing, and don't take the emperor seriously. Since you ignore the rules and believe in the weak being eaten by the strong, then I will treat you with the law of the jungle.

If it is natural for wolves to eat sheep, then it is also natural for them to be eaten by tigers.

Today it is Cheng Yaojin, and in the future there will be those noble families who are above the imperial power. The imperial power was defeated by you because you were too strong and the imperial power was too weak; then, now you are defeated by others, that is because you are too weak and the Turks are too strong. A group of so-called meat eaters who are high above, treat the people like ants, and always bully others will not feel the pain of the weak.

Only by putting them in the position of the weak and letting them feel the situation of being helpless will they understand what benevolence, justice and kindness are. They will also understand that treating others well is treating yourself well.

In the open space in front of the Khan's tent, Cheng Yaojin stood there alone, wearing armor and holding a long spear. His expression was very complicated, with infinite desolation in his sorrow, as if he was unwilling but helpless.

Opposite him, there were more than 20 young men holding swords, looking at him fiercely. They had no way to deal with the Turks around them, but an old veteran who relied on his past achievements still had full confidence.

Hundreds of elite soldiers from the Turkic Khanate surrounded them to prevent them from making unpredictable moves.

Seeing how cautious the other party was, Cheng Yaojin knew that there was no chance to take advantage of him. He wanted to have a good communication with the nobles on the other side, so as not to fall into the enemy's plan of alienation. However, seeing the hostile eyes of the other party, he knew that it was useless to say anything at this moment.

They won't listen to any explanation as long as they can return alive by stepping on their own corpses.

The young generals from the noble families saw that Cheng Yaojin was wearing armor and holding a long spear, while their own men were wearing cotton clothes. They wanted to protest, but seeing that there were so many people on their side against Cheng Yaojin alone, they knew better and said nothing.

In case you ask for armor and the other party asks for a one-on-one fight, it would be disadvantageous to you.

Shi Luodie moved a command chair and sat on the high platform in front of the Khan's tent, watching the scene with great interest. Seeing that everyone was ready, he looked up and saw the three-meter-high golden wolf-head banner not far away, which was almost fluttering at a right angle under the north wind.

He ordered calmly: "It's very cold, don't delay, let's get started!"

"Yes, Khan!"

Zhuolibuhua waved his hand, and the Turkic general in the parade ground shouted: "Only one of you can survive. The winner lives, and the loser dies. Start!"

"kill!"

As soon as the voice fell, the noble generals rushed forward and surrounded Cheng Yaojin. Without waiting for Cheng Yaojin to say anything, they raised their swords and chopped at him, as if they wanted to smash Cheng Yaojin to pieces, without showing any mercy.

Cheng Yaojin became angry when he saw this.

These little bastards are not good at fighting and have no mercy on their own people. Since you are so unkind, don't blame me for being unjust.

I really thought I was too old to lift a knife.

It happened so fast, from extreme stillness to extreme movement, Cheng Yaojin took a step forward, and just a moment ago he was like a sick cat, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a fierce tiger. In his old body, a strong fighting power suddenly erupted, and he did not retreat but advanced, rushing in a random direction.

An inch longer is an inch stronger. A ten-foot-long horse lance has a significant advantage over a three-foot-long horizontal sword.

A sweeping army, several young generals' swords were hit by the iron spear head, and under the gravity, they slipped out of their hands. Without the sword, the middle gate of several people was wide open. If Cheng Yaojin took advantage of the situation and attacked, he would definitely be able to kill several people easily.

But Cheng Yaojin retreated and fought with the people coming from behind.

These people were stunned for a moment, and then realized that Cheng Yaojin was showing mercy. They were at a loss for what to do and stood blankly in the middle of the parade ground.

At this time, Yuwen's thousand men shouted at Yuwen Yong: "What are you still standing there for? Why don't you pick up the knife?"

"But, General Cheng?"

Seeing one of them arguing with a tangled face, Yuwen Yong stepped forward and whispered, "It's nothing, don't forget, we are a noble family, we are protecting our own interests; while Cheng Yaojin is a military general, a supporter of imperial power."

"We are not from the same circle, so there is no such thing as friendship."

"Look at the Turks around you. Their Khan has issued an order that cannot be changed. Only one of us and Cheng Yaojin can survive. Now it's either he dies or we live. There is no room for error in life and death. Do you want to kill us?"

Hou Mo's thousand-man general also came over and said sternly, "Brother Yuwen is right. We are now in this situation because of this old man's command mistakes. Shouldn't he be held responsible? Two hundred thousand brothers and comrades died on the battlefield just like that."

"The Turks are certainly hateful, but this old man Cheng is not a good person either?"

"It is shameful that he is planning to surrender to the Turks. We must return alive and tell the court the news in time. Otherwise, he will pretend to be one of us and lead the Turks to attack our Tang cities, causing a greater disaster."

Under the instigation of the two men, the righteous reasons concealed their inner cowardice and fear of death. These people no longer hesitated, picked up their swords, strengthened their determination, and rushed forward again.

(End of this chapter)