I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1005 Covering your hands with rain
Inside the tent, Su Ye sat at the very top, slowly playing with the hand in his hand.

In his arms, Si Luoying, who was dressed in military uniform, sighed softly and remained silent.

At this moment, behind the two of them, a figure holding the Suzaku Burning Sky Bow appeared with crimson robes fluttering. It was the Suzaku who had left before but returned overnight!

"Su Ye, little bastard! You've already predicted that we would take action!"

Tan Mengjun's old eyes were about to burst as he looked at the sword in his hand that was shot away by Suzaku's arrow, and suddenly he laughed wildly.

"I have waited for you for three days, but you couldn't even see through my most basic scheme."

Su Ye stood up, his white robe not stained with dust. He looked at the veterans who were surrounded by the Xuanwu Guards, and suddenly shook his head.

The blue light of the Dongzhu on Jingwei's sword tassel was so bright that it made the wolf-head patterns on the armor of the veterans look hideous and terrifying.

"Su Ye! You can kill me or chop me up as you wish! I only ask you to spare the Great Qian Kingdom!"

Tan Mengjun suddenly knelt on the ground, and the black iron heart-protecting mirror made a clanging sound.

"Daqian Jiangshan? General Tan, do you know that Meng Zhang's Yellow Turban Army has once again prepared to attack?"

"Without me, the Great Qian Empire would have been gone long ago!"

Su Ye suddenly chuckled and stroked the compass on his waist with his fingertips.

Then, without even looking at the old generals kneeling on the ground, he waved his hand and asked the Xuanwu guards to tie them up. He then hugged Si Luoying's slender waist and walked into the big tent.

"Your Highness, General Tan and the others..."

Inside the tent, Si Luoying suddenly took off the Dongzhu from the sword tassel and placed it on the table.

“They are old.”

"I know they are loyal to Daqian, but this loyalty should not be used to be suspicious of their fellow soldiers."

Su Ye looked at the mark of Qianling Pass on the map and suddenly sighed.

"Su Ye! Your evil ambitions will surely put the Daqian Dynasty in dire straits!"

He turned around and looked at the veterans who were being escorted away. Tan Mengjun was still roaring.

……

Three days later, inside the central army tent.

Tan Mengjun and twelve other veterans were covered in wounds and were escorted into the tent. Su Ye was deep in thought in front of a sheepskin map, and the gold thread on his white robe flowed like a river of stars under the candlelight.

"General Tan, do you admit your guilt?"

Su Ye suddenly turned around and looked at the veterans who were sitting silently below him.

"Su Ye, little brat! If you want to kill me, just kill me! Why bother pretending to be so hypocritical!"

Tan Mengjun suddenly laughed wildly, and the black iron heart-protecting mirror clanged against each other.

"I don't want to kill you, but..."

Su Ye suddenly shook his head and his fingertips stroked the jadeite dragon-patterned buckle on the desk.

"What Daqian needs now is unity, not suspicion and infighting."

He suddenly put his fingers together to cut off the candle flame, and sparks flew onto the map with a hissing sound.

"General Tan, I will announce to the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the camp that the twelve of you have been seriously injured and need to rest for a hundred days."

The orderly footsteps of the Xuanwu Guards were heard outside the tent, and Su Ye lowered his voice.

Tan Mengjun was shocked all over and looked at Suzaku behind Su Ye. The woman in red was looking at them with a half-smile.

"Su Ye! You..."

"I have already had sedan chairs prepared to take the generals back to the rear of Qianling Army to recuperate."

"It just so happens that the rear of Qianling Army is close to my home city of Hengzhou. Hengzhou has beautiful scenery and is perfect for retirement."

Su Yeye suddenly chuckled and looked at the incredible expressions of Tan Mengjun and others.

The veterans looked dejected. They knew that after this departure, they would never return to the battlefield again.

"General Tan, don't blame me for being cruel."

"But I can't afford to lose this battle." Su Ye looked at the mark of Qianling Pass on the map and suddenly sighed.

The night wind suddenly blew up outside the tent, blowing out the last candle. Tan Mengjun watched Su Ye's figure disappear into the night, and suddenly tears streamed down his face.

"The late emperor..."

His voice was torn apart by the night wind and scattered in the smell of scorched earth.

……

At the same time, in the Yellow Turban Army camp not far from Qiandu, Meng Zhang sat upright on a tiger-skin chair, silently treating some minor wounds on his body that were bleeding slightly.

The resin torches in the general's tent crackled, casting flickering shadows of the generals below. He suddenly chuckled and tapped out a crisp rhythm with his fingertips on the table. The Taiping Guard spies waiting outside the tent immediately came in with wax balls.

"General, secret report from the Qian army camp."

The spy knelt on one knee, the wax ball in his palm glowing strangely.

Meng Zhang flicked his fingers to break the sealing wax, leaving the ink on the white silk still wet.

"Everyone, it seems that our Duke of Zhenguo is in some trouble."

He suddenly chuckled and threw the secret report on the table. The sleeves of his dark brocade robe swept across the remaining wine on the table, causing ripples in the glass cup.

"What the commander-in-chief means is... there is internal strife in the Qian army?"

Qiao Shefei was the first to react. His amethyst earrings reflected a faint light under the candlelight, and the double blades of his End Blade were already clanging in their sheaths.

"According to intelligence, veteran generals such as Tan Mengjun are dissatisfied with the control of the Duke of Zhenguo and have started a mutiny. Civil unrest has already begun in the Qian Army camp."

"Tan Mengjun led the Red Armor Army to smash Su Ye's tent, and the remnants of the Wuxiong Guard are setting fires everywhere in the camp."

"This play is much more exciting than the one we performed during the day."

Meng Zhang flicked his finger and extinguished the candle on the desk. In the darkness, only the blue light in his eyes gradually grew brighter.

A low gasp was heard in the tent, and the wine cup in Liang Lin's hand fell to the ground with a clang. The amber wine twisted like a snake on the green bricks.

"General! With this great opportunity, we should lead the Yellow Turban Army and the Azure Dragon Tianxu Army to attack Huanglong!"

Then the generals in the tent started a commotion, and Liang Fang slammed the phoenix-wing gold-plated halberd in his hand heavily to the ground.

"What about you? What do you think we should do now?"

Meng Zhang slowly rolled up the secret report, the candlelight flickering on the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. His eyes swept over the generals under his command, and finally stopped at Qiao Shefei's armor inlaid with purple crystals.

"Of course, I'll kill him while he's ill!"

"The Qian army is now in internal turmoil, and the army's morale must be low. If we don't attack now, when will we attack?"

The captain of the Zi Ming team was wiping his double-edged swords with suede. Upon hearing this, he suddenly shook his wrists, and the blades flashed a cold light under the torch.

"That's right! I am willing to lead my troops as the vanguard!"

Before he finished speaking, Liang Fang slammed the table.

Meng Zhang seemed not to have heard it. His fingertips stroked the black iron Qilin paperweight on the desk, and the Qilin's pupils were just aimed at Qiao Shefei.

"Brother Liang, don't worry. The Qinglong Army lost 30% today, and the blood on the soldiers' armor hasn't dried yet."

Qiao Shefei slowly turned the two swords in his hands, and the neighing of the Purple Dark Horse seemed to penetrate the tent.

"General Qiao is right. How can I allow my Blue Dragon Corps to lead the way all the time and not give the other Yellow Turban brothers any chance?"

Meng Zhang clapped his hands and laughed. The candlelight in the corner of the tent lit up, illuminating the cracks on the jade dragon-patterned buckle on his fingers.

"But..."

He suddenly stood up, swept his black cloak across the map on the table, and lit the edge of the map with a tinder.

"The Taiping Sect still has some brothers in the city, as well as the thirty-six Yellow Turban leaders we just reunited with a while ago. They are all waiting to make contributions to the great cause of Huang Tian..."

The flames spread along the direction of Qiandu, and the flickering flames were reflected in Meng Zhang's eyes.

"We can't let the sincerity of these brothers fade away in vain. It's time for these brothers to shed their blood."

His fingertips drew hideous arcs on the burning picture.

(End of this chapter)