Chapter 2070 War Spirit, Assassination

While they were talking here, the maid's scream suddenly came from inside.

Zhou Yizhi's face changed slightly, turned around and ran back.

After a while, her cries were heard.

"grandfather!"

Zhao Yuanjing walked over and saw that General Zhou's face was like gold paper, and the bed was covered with blood he vomited.

With his eyes open and his mouth open, he could only breathe out, not in.

His pupils also began to dilate.

It looked like it was going to die.

"Grandpa, please hold on, the doctor will be here soon..." Zhou Yizhi cried.

General Zhou grabbed his granddaughter's arm with his skinny hand and said in a hoarse voice with all his strength: "Zhi'er, grandpa can't protect you anymore... You have to take care of yourself. After I die, take care of me." , bury me in Canglan Town...wait, wait until the day you defeat Jiuli...don't forget to burn some paper for me...tell me..."

After saying this with difficulty, his hand fell down.

Before he died, the war was still on his mind.

"Grandpa, grandpa, don't leave..." Zhou Yizhi lay on top of him and cried loudly.

Her father also died on the battlefield.

She grew up with her grandfather.

Now my grandfather also died on the battlefield, but not at the hands of the enemy, but because of the betrayal of his own people.

This filled her heart with sadness, anger and unwillingness.

There was sadness in Zhao Yuanjing's eyes. He bowed to the body of General Zhou and turned to leave. Father and son Ming Xiuwen and Mingwei also shed tears.

The old general was loyal and loyal throughout his life. Now he died on the battlefield. He deserves the highest respect.

Xu Hu said in a deep voice: "Go away, General Zhou. I will definitely capture Zhao Yuanhe and use his blood to comfort your spirit in heaven!"

Zhao Yuanhe's betrayal, the death of General Zhou, and the emperor's sadness completely ignited the anger of the Zhou soldiers.

Everyone is holding their breath.

I wish I could grab a spear right away, kill those bastards Jiuli, and tear their flesh and blood.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers screamed and screamed.

Under such high pressure, Jin Yiwei's assassination team also tried their best.

On the third day after arriving in Saibei, the eight-man assassination team sent by Xu Hu used the suicidal Fang family. When the team was almost wiped out, they finally waited for an opportunity and captured Zhao Yuanhe when he was alone. .

Eight people, all elites.

In the end, only two were left. After escorting Zhao Yuanhe back, the seriously injured one also fell to the ground and died.

The last remaining team member knelt on the ground and broke down crying.

Zhao Yuanjing stepped forward and slapped Zhao Yuanhe on the face, sending him flying away.

Zhao Yuanhe rolled on the ground and got up again.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down and smiled: "The red blood is so beautiful. It's more beautiful than I imagined."

Zhao Yuanjing's pupils shrank: "Can you see with your eyes?"

Zhao Yuanhe looked up at him, looked at him, smiled slightly and said: "Brother Huang, although we have been brothers for twenty years, this is the first time that I can really see your appearance. Brother Huang is indeed handsome. Extraordinary.”

Zhao Yuanjing said coldly: "What's wrong with your eyes? Why are you treason?"

"Don't you think the emperor knows?"

"what do you know?"

"I am originally from Jiuli."

"What did you say?" Zhao Yuanjing lost his voice.

Zhao Yuanhe laughed: "It's really worth it to see such a look on the emperor's face."

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at him for a moment and suddenly asked, "Is your mother from Jiuli?"