We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

All the generals of the Yan army are veterans who have fought with Li Lin in many battles. Their skills are honed through fighting on the battlefield. How can they be compared with these ruffians?

What's more, it was unintentional, and the generals of the Yan army were filled with anger, killing all the leaders until they screamed for their parents!

In less than half an incense stick of time, the rebel leaders were killed in a crushing defeat.

These leaders had little experience in political struggles. They were lucky enough to hold such high positions, but they did not have the caution of their superiors. They did not even bring a few of their personal soldiers with them when they came to the big tent for the meeting.

As soon as the bandit leader's personal soldiers outside the tent heard the noise, they were slaughtered by Qu Jinshan and Tong Wenjun's confidants.

The vigorous rebellion was brought to an end by a coup d'état that contained no technical content. This world is truly a huge makeshift team.

After everything was settled, Qu Jinshan, his armor stained with blood, strode into the tent.

All the Yan army generals gathered in the tent, without missing a single one.

Among the crowd, more than a dozen heads of people who died with their eyes open piled up into a small hill.

Seeing Qu Jinshan coming in, Zhang Neng stood up and greeted him with a smile: "You are indeed a general of the Fengtian Army. Commander Qu has great martial arts skills!"

Qu Jinshan was not modest. He simply bowed and said, "The leaders of the rebels have all been killed. Generals, you only need to return to the camp to appease your former subordinates. When His Highness and the Prince of Yan arrive with their troops, the rebellion will be quelled."

"But there is no rush..."

Zhang Neng had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by a rough and sarcastic voice.

But Tong Wenjun was still sitting, squatting behind the table, holding a long sword in his hand.

There was no blood on the sword's edge. It seemed that he had not taken any action just now, but just sat there watching the rebels being killed.

A general sneered at him, and the sarcastic words came from his mouth:

"Don't think you can redeem yourself by murdering these traitors! The Yan army died because of you. No amount of meritorious deeds can erase the name of a traitor!"

Tong Wenjun ignored him, but met Qu Jinshan's gaze and smiled slightly:

"Commander Qu, I have done what the king asked me to do. The lives of the hundreds of people in my family should be saved, right?"

Qu Jinshan said calmly, "My Highness's words are as good as gold, and he will never go back on his word!"

"Okay." Tong Wenjun smiled and raised his hand, pointing to the small pile of heads in front of him. "These seventeen bandit heads will be handed over to the commander!"

"Please also tell His Royal Highness Prince Feng that my prince has never been scheming and is only trying to help him. Please treat him well!"

Qu Jinshan frowned slightly. He had just counted clearly that there were only sixteen bandit leaders in the tent. Where did the seventeen come from?

"Oh, there's still one missing." Tong Wenjun suddenly laughed, his fingertips stroking the faded straw rope wrapped around the hilt.

The sound of the flags being struck by the strong wind outside the tent suddenly became clear. In a trance, Tong Wenjun seemed to have returned to the late spring twenty years ago.

At that time, the wild flowers on both sides of the mountain path were blown down by the rain. He was walking quickly with his head down, holding the wet book in his arms, when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves crushing puddles behind him.

"Sir, please stay!"

The young man's voice was as clear as a sword splitting the rain curtain. He turned around and saw the heroic figure in the vermilion pavilion.

The young man in the straw raincoat leaned half of his body out of the eaves, his hair dripping with water but he smiled sincerely: "The rain is going to fall until midnight, why don't you come in and take shelter together!"

Thinking of his first meeting with Li Lin, Tong Wenjun couldn't help but smile.

Your Highness...

Tong Wenjun retracted his gaze and looked at the people around him.

"There's only one missing, right here!"

Tong Wenjun suddenly spoke, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly placed on his neck.

Everyone was shocked, but there was no time to react. Tong Wenjun pulled back decisively.

When the sword blade was against his Adam's apple, Tong Wenjun smelled the scent of pine smoke and ink floating in the blood.

The four characters "Emperor Qing is Unjust" on the manifesto on the desk were twisted in the candlelight. It was the manifesto of rebellion written by him personally.

Suddenly, there was a sound of clappers outside the tent. When Tong Wenjun counted to the third sound, a line of blood had been left on the sword tip.

That year, the charcoal pot in the pavilion was so hot that it burned people. The young prince took out a warm wine bag from his pocket and asked: "Sir, do you know how many people in Yan State froze to death last year?"

The raindrops fell along the corner of the pavilion onto the bluestone slabs. He remembered that when he counted to the seventh time, he took the tiger talisman handed to him by the other party.

"I am only proficient in military strategy, not in governing a country. If you are willing to come out and help me, I will hand over these tens of thousands of Yan troops and the Yan State to you. I only hope that you can make sure that no more people in Yan freeze to death!"

The hot blood flowing from his throat dyed the map on the table red. Tong Wenjun watched the tiger talisman in his arms fall out and float in the pool of blood.

"I, your Highness, have failed you." He whispered to the void, his eyes full of regret.

In a trance, he seemed to see the young prince holding up a battle report, his face full of excitement: "Sir, look, my sixth brother swept across the border and forced the Khitan Khan to surrender."

"Sixth brother, you are more suitable to be a vassal king than me."

Tong Wenjun had never seen a prince so sincerely happy for the achievements of another prince.

It was precisely because of Li Lin's innocent heart that he disregarded his vow not to enter officialdom when he was young and gave him advice.

However, despite living a clear and honest life...he could not escape the shackles of his family in the end.

Ridiculous, ridiculous...

Tong Wenjun's eyes slowly closed, and there was no more life.

Qu Jinshan walked forward and saw that the wound on Tong Wenjun's neck was horribly deep, which showed how determined he was to die.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Neng, shaking his head slightly.

The rest of the Yan army generals in the tent also fell silent, staring at the old man lying in a pool of blood in silence.

Even though they were betrayed by Tong Wenjun and all their personal soldiers died tragically at his hands, it would be difficult for them to utter a single curse or cheer at this moment.

Zhang Neng was stunned for a moment, then gave Tong Wenjun a last complicated look and sighed softly.

"Tong Lao...Tong Wenjun has been killed. We are here to gather up the remaining pieces and control the remaining rebels."

"Please ask Commander Qu to take the lead and inform Prince Feng and my Highness of the situation so that we can make preparations early."

Qu Jinshan finally woke up from his trance and nodded slightly: "Don't worry, General Zhang, I'll go right away."