First-rank palace maid Su Jixiang

Wei Ling's words made Liu Chang's men begin to hesitate again.

After all, Wei Ling is a god-like existence in the Black Tiger Army.

If Wei Ling was dead, they would have no psychological pressure to commit rebellion. But now Wei Ling was right in front of them, alive and well, with extraordinary aura, and there was no sign of poisoning at all.

In fact, as soon as Wei Ling appeared, these people's mentality began to collapse.

"I'll give you one last piece of advice." Wei Ling sat on his horse, leaning forward, looking at Liu Chang and the others and smiling slowly, "After all, we are comrades in arms. As long as you don't join the rebellion, I promise to give you a severance pay and send you home. From now on, I won't care about your past. But if you don't seize this opportunity and join these people in the rebellion, I won't be as easy to talk to you as I am now."

After he finished speaking, his eyes slowly swept over the people following Liu Chang.

"You have all been tortured by those corrupt officials." Wei Ling said, "I don't want to see you make a mistake one day and lose your reputation and life in vain with these scum. Think about how much of what he promised you was obtained through legitimate means. A man should stand tall in heaven and earth, and look up and down with a clear conscience. But now, are you really worthy of the word man for what you are doing? Think about the innocent people in the city whose homes were bombed because of your rebellion, and think about the fires you set for the purpose of rebellion! Yes, many Black Tiger Guards went to put out the fire and save people, but I can tell you with certainty that we are enough to deal with you."

Wei Ling's words were so powerful that many people lowered their heads.

To be honest, bombing people and setting fires are also things they don't want to do.

It’s just that their superiors asked them to do so, and some of them had no choice but to do so.

"I'll give you a chance to correct your mistakes," Wei Ling said, "but my patience is very limited. Either put down your weapons now and come over. I won't hurt you at all. We are still brothers in the future. It's the same as before, and it should be the same in the future. Even if you don't want to be in the army anymore, I will give you money and let you leave safely as I said before. But if I count to ten and you still don't change your mind and insist on making trouble, don't blame me for my quick sword!"

After saying that, Wei Ling began to count slowly.

一

two……

When Wei Ling counted to seven, some people were already hesitantly trying to put down their weapons.

One of them dropped the knife in his hand first, turned around and looked at Liu Chang, "Sir, I want to live, I don't want to fight anymore!"

He said with a slightly tearful voice.

Liu Chang's eyes turned red, "How dare you!"

"Please let me go!" The man pointed at Wei Ling who was riding a horse not far away, "That's the general! He led us out of the mining area! I don't want to live like this anymore!" After saying that, just when Liu Chang was about to leave, he gave his confidant a look, and the confidant understood what he meant and stabbed the man in the back with a sword.

The poor man was so eager to leave that he was completely unprepared and was pierced through by the sword...

He turned around in disbelief and looked at the person who stabbed him from behind, "You... after all, we are brothers!" He only said this before falling in a pool of blood.

"This is the fate of betraying me!" Liu Chang's face was ferocious, and he roared. "I will kill anyone who dares to listen to Wei Ling!"

"Who do you think you are!" Wei Ling raised his hand and pulled out the longbow hanging on the side of the saddle, put an arrow on the bow, and pointed the arrow straight at Liu Chang. He said with cold eyes, "Killing your own comrades is the fate of following you? He still recognizes you as a brother?"

His words completely shook the morale of the rebels.

No matter what, Wei Ling still gave them a glimmer of hope, at least gave them the opportunity to turn from darkness to light, but what about Liu Chang?

He actually killed the person who wanted to live just because of a disagreement!

Several more men dropped their swords.

"Brothers! We can't do this!" someone shouted, "That's our general!"

"Yes, the General once saved my life!"

"Yes! We can't do this!"

More and more people responded, and Liu Chang's hands holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

He was being aimed at by Wei Ling with a bow and arrow from a distance, and a feeling of fear and chill arose in his heart.

He is afraid!

When Wei Ling appeared, he was already holding on.

If the Black Tiger Guards lost Wei Ling and only had Xie Yingfeng, he still felt that he had some confidence. After all, he had been planning for so long. He also took advantage of the fact that Xie Yingfeng was a scholar and could not lead troops. On the surface, those Black Tiger Guards listened to Xie Yingfeng, but in fact, Xie Yingfeng could not command them well.

But as soon as Wei Ling appeared, he knew he was finished.

But what else could he do? Things had come to this, and there was only one way out.

Liu Chang shouted, "Wei Ling, you are looking for death!" Then he rode out on his horse.

Most of his soldiers had lost their fighting spirit! On the other hand, although the Black Tiger Guards were not as numerous as his, they were all majestic and full of vigor. Each of them was like a sharp blade unsheathed, looking completely sharp and unstoppable.

Upon seeing this, Chu Feng also jumped on his horse and chased after him with his long sword in hand.

The swords clashed, and Liu Chang had no choice but to fight Chu Feng.

But he was no match for Chu Feng. Not to mention that he had gotten used to a life of luxury in Mangcheng over the past few years, while Chu Feng had been following Wei Ling in battles and his martial arts had improved. Even in the past, his ability was not enough to fight against Chu Feng.

After a few rounds, he was already exhausted and had no power to resist at all.

With a clang, his helmet was cut off to the ground by Chu Feng's sword.

Liu Chang was horrified and instinctively reached out to touch his head. He was still...

His face turned pale as he watched Chu Feng put away his knife and sneered at him with disdain. Only then did he realize that Chu Feng was merely mocking him. If Chu Feng wanted to, he could have chopped off his head with that strike just now...

The gap was so huge that Liu Chang knew he was finished, all finished!

He was filled with grief and anger and could only look at Wei Ling with hatred.

"Why did you come back!" he said in hatred, "Why don't you die outside! I have worked hard to run Mangcheng for so many years! Why!"

"Mangcheng is not yours!" Wei Ling raised his eyebrows, and he never released the arrow in his hand.

It's not that he didn't want to shoot, but he couldn't shoot. His body hadn't recovered yet, so he could barely draw the bow, not to mention the accuracy. This arrow was just a deterrent. If he really shot it, he would be a real coward!

Wei Ling put down the bow and arrow in his hand and sneered, "Come here! Capture him!"

His handwriting is so sour! What should I do?