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Inside the tent of the Northern Hu king, the firelight flickered fiercely.

The tent was filled with leaders from various departments.

The two Northern Hu soldiers who escaped were still in their armor; one had disheveled hair, and the other had blood splattered on his face, which he hadn't even bothered to wipe.

A tall, burly tribal chief suddenly rushed over.

He was more than half a head taller than the others, his shoulders were as broad as a door panel, and he had a half-rolled, blood-stained riding whip tucked into his waistband.

"Gu Jinghuai!"

He strode to the corner of the tent, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You said the border town was the weakest, so we sent 10,000 elite cavalry there!"

Those were the bravest young men of their respective tribes! And now?

He became increasingly angry as he spoke, his eyes turning bloodshot.

"They're all broken! Not a single one came back! How dare you stand here?"

As he spoke, the fishy, ​​pungent smell emanating from his mouth assaulted Gu Jinghuai's face.

Gu Jinghuai trembled all over.

He took half a step back and his back slammed against the tent post.

"I...I..."

"What do you mean, 'you'?!"

A tall, thin leader rushed up, his finger almost poking Gu Jinghuai's nose.

"You're just a stray dog ​​who ran away! And the king actually treats you like a treasure!"

"If you hadn't given me false directions, how could the Third Prince have died?"

"My brother is gone too! He'd only been married for less than a year!"

"You'll pay with your life!"

Then someone else drew a scimitar.

The glint of the blades was white in the firelight.

"Stop wasting time talking to him! Let's chop him up first!"

Gu Jinghuai's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

His pupils contracted rapidly, and his chest heaved.

"My fellow leaders... listen to me..."

Nobody listened.

Several tribal leaders had already closed in.

They were like wolves that had come down from the snowfield, with fierce eyes and clenched teeth.

Someone was holding the knife handle, their knuckles cracking.

Someone approached him, staring at him menacingly, as if deciding where to strike.

Gu Jinghuai's back was instantly soaked with sweat, his inner clothes completely drenched.

His fingers trembled violently inside his sleeve, trying to grasp something, but he couldn't hold onto anything.

"Have you all said enough?"

The Northern Hu King finally spoke.

He sat at the head of the table, his voice not loud, yet it silenced the tent for a moment.

One of the leaders turned around and faced the Northern Hu King without any politeness.

"Your Majesty! We're not here to say anything in anger!"

Ten thousand elite cavalry! They are the lifeblood of our entire unit!

"We trust you, that's why we handed over our bravest lads."

But listen to this useless fool! He fell into an ambush the very first time we attacked! How many of our men have died already?

"The second prince has run away, and the third prince is dead! Your Majesty, are you still going to protect him?!"

The Northern Hu King remained silent.

His gaze fell on Gu Jinghuai.

Like an icicle.

He had just lost his son and was filled with grief and anger.

Moreover, these leaders' anger always needs an outlet.

The fallen warriors must not have died in vain, and the tribal alliance must not be disbanded.

If sacrificing a useless outsider can temporarily quell the anger of these people, then it's a worthwhile deal.

His hand slowly rested on the armrest of the throne.

"Gu Jinghuai".

The Northern Hu King's voice was extremely cold.

"Give me one reason not to kill you."

Gu Jinghuai's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

He could barely stand by holding onto the tent pillar.

"Your Majesty... I am not a spy..."

His tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and he spoke haltingly.

"If I were Xiao Fang's man, why would he say my name in public today?"

Xiao Fang is afraid of me... He's afraid I'll help the King succeed, that's why he wants to use you all to kill me!

Gu Jinghuai hurriedly stepped forward, but dared not get too close, and simply placed his hands in front of his chest.

"Border Town, Border Town is indeed the weakest... but I didn't expect him to be so accurate!"

He was unkind to me, how could I possibly help him!

"You didn't expect that?"

One of the leaders sneered.

"You never expected that all our warriors would be in there!"

Gu Jinghuai was trembling violently.

He knew that if he couldn't control these people today, he would really die here.

"I...I'm still useful!"

His voice suddenly rose, then cracked from fear.

"I can foresee the future!"

The tent fell silent for a moment.

Then, one of the leaders spat.

"You? You're like a stray dog, and you dare to predict the future?"

"joke!"

"If you could truly foresee the future, you wouldn't be in this predicament today!"

Gu Jinghuai swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He turned around, as if grasping at the last straw.

"Princess! You know! I told you, the Emperor of Liang would fall seriously ill!"

Princess Saren stood to the side the whole time.

Upon hearing this, she glanced at Gu Jinghuai.

Everyone looked at her.

She paused for a moment before slowly nodding.

"He said that."

"He said that when he first met his father."

He said that soon the old emperor of the Great Liang would suddenly fall seriously ill and then quickly pass away.

The commotion inside the tent gradually subsided.

Gu Jinghuai dared not relax.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and a few strands of hair clung damply to his cheeks.

"The old emperor of Liang has only ten days left."

At that time, the Great Liang will surely observe a period of national mourning. During the period of national mourning, the border troops shall not be allowed to move.

That's our only chance.

Someone frowned, as if considering something.

What makes you so sure?

Gu Jinghuai raised his hand to wipe away the sweat.

"I have nowhere to retreat."

If I am wrong... you don't even need to lift a finger, the King can kill me at any time."

The Northern Hu King remained silent.

He only stared at Gu Jinghuai.

His gaze was deep and cold, as if he could see right through him.

Gu Jinghuai forced himself to stay upright and not back down.

After a moment, the Northern Hu King slowly looked away.

"Very well, then I will trust you one more time."

He glanced at the leaders in the tent.

"Wait another ten days or so."

If he's wrong, I'll personally cut off his head to apologize to you.

The leaders looked at each other.

Finally, someone let out a loud "humph".

"Okay! We'll wait a bit longer!"

"Wait another ten days or so!"

"If they continue to treat us like fools, I'll skin them alive with my own hands!"

Gu Jinghuai repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, all the leaders!"

His back was bent so low that it looked as if it might break at any moment.

Only after the Northern Hu King waved his hand did he straighten up and stumble out of the tent.

The wind and snow are raging outside.

He slipped and almost fell into the mud.

When the soldiers outside the tent saw him come out, they all glanced at him sideways.

That look was no different from looking at a stray dog.

Gu Jinghuai dared not stop, nor dared he look.

He wrapped his old leather robe tighter around himself and trudged towards his small tent.

The wind slipped in through the collar.

The sweat on his back was so cold it felt like it had frozen.

When Gu Jinghuai returned to his small tent, it was already completely dark.

The tent was pitched at the very edge of the camp, behind which were several broken-down carts and a pile of frozen horse manure.

He bent down and crawled inside, and the wind immediately rushed in through several holes.

The tent was as cold as an icebox.

The quilt was still piled in the corner, damp and thin, with an indescribable fishy smell on it.

The corner of the blanket was stained black, as if something had been on it.

He didn't care about any of that; he quickly stripped off his outer robe and threw himself into the tattered quilt.

My body is cold.

It was cold inside the blankets too.

He broke out in a cold sweat, and when the wind blew in again, his whole body felt like it was stuck to cast iron, so cold that his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

He felt like a piece of meat soaked in snow water, about to freeze to death.

His tent had no charcoal fire, no hot soup, and not even a place where he could sit up straight.

He huddled there, listening to the howling of the north wind outside, and after what seemed like an eternity, he finally drifted off to sleep and closed his eyes.

Then, he had a dream.

In his dream, he returned to the border.

He looked like he had just been shot by an arrow and was being carried back to his military tent.

Su Yuyan was crying beside her.