Chapter 84

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"Brother, we really have no way out." Zhao Ling'er said.

"There never was." Zhao Hao replied calmly.

"Can Zhang Shijie and the others hold on?" Zhao Ling'er was somewhat worried.

"Father, though indecisive, has both of his children fighting at the front lines. How can he stand by and do nothing? I just gave Father a reason he can't refuse. But to achieve this, we must truly be in danger." Zhao Hao said.

To manipulate others, one must first put oneself in the game.

Zhao Hao's strategy was a straightforward and open one.

The cost was his and Zhao Ling'er's lives.

Zhao Yun could not accept the risk of extinction. With no choice, he had to be resolute.

Give people what they want, give money when they ask for it.

As long as Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er are safe, that's all that matters.

This was manipulation, but Zhao Hao felt no guilt.

Because the return Zhao Yun would receive would be unimaginably great.

In this world, there are no absolutely pure relationships.

"We're almost at Xiangyang. I wonder how long this battle will last?" Zhao Ling'er looked at the distant city of Xiangyang, her gaze somewhat complicated.

"It won't be long. The Mongol army's combat strength is no longer at its peak. The army Kublai leads is not the absolute main force of the Mongols. They are still opening up other battlefields. If they can't even defeat these people, how can they talk about defeating the Mongols?" Zhao Hao said.

In Mongke's eyes, the always weak Song Dynasty might not be as powerful as it seemed.

So this southern invasion was not with their full elite forces.

When the Power Gang's battle shocked the world, Mongke and Kublai realized that the Mongols were already in a difficult situation.

They could not retreat, as there was no reason to withdraw.

But if a real war were to break out, the Mongols did not have enough troops to support Kublai.

If the Song soldiers had half the resistance spirit of the Power Gang, this battle would be a tough one.

"Damn it." Zhao Hao's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

Zhao Ling'er looked closely and immediately knew why Zhao Hao was angry.

"Brother, let's go down." Zhao Ling'er said.

Zhao Hao did not speak, and the two white eagles began to descend to the ground.

The white eagles, being intelligent, were priceless treasures in this era.

Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er landed on the ground. Zhao Hao patted the neck of the white eagle and said softly, "Go find your master."

The two white eagles chirped happily, rubbed against Zhao Hao's hand a few times, and then flew up into the clouds and disappeared.

Although they had a good feeling about Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er's aura, they had already recognized their master.

Zhao Hao would not take what belonged to others.

Besides, even if he really wanted a mount, wasn't there still the large eagle in the Sword Tomb?

The place where Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er landed was a small village.

There were still fires burning.

And next to these fires were broken walls and ruins, with corpses scattered everywhere.

"This must have been the Mongol soldiers just leaving." Zhao Hao's voice was somewhat low.

The Song Dynasty, despite being confined to a corner, could resist for so long without a wise ruler or virtuous ministers because many people had already realized there was no way out.

The Mongol soldiers, wherever they went, burned, killed, and plundered. To date, the number of Han people killed by the Mongols has approached a million.

Who could guarantee that this number would not double, or even tenfold?

In such a situation, naturally, people would rise up in resistance, without needing any reason.

Zhao Hao was mentally prepared for the tragic scene before him, but he still felt some self-reproach.

Not being able to protect the safety of the people under his rule was not an honor for the country.

"Brother, someone is still alive." Zhao Ling'er suddenly said.

Zhao Hao also turned his head sharply, and in a flash, he had already found the survivor.

The moment he saw this person, Zhao Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, and he extended his right hand, saying to Zhao Ling'er, "Ling'er, don't come over."

Zhao Ling'er obediently stopped.

What came into Zhao Hao's view was a blood-soaked person.

Or rather, half a blood-soaked person.

He was missing a leg and an arm, and Zhao Hao could see that due to excessive blood loss, he was about to die.

"Song person?"

Zhao Hao nodded.

"It... it's the Mongols... they came..."

Seeing Zhao Hao, the man spoke in a broken voice.

Zhao Hao quickly pressed several points on the man's body, took out a jade bottle from his chest, and poured out a pill, saying softly, "I know, brother, come, take this first."

"No... no need to waste it, I can't survive. Sir... I have never met you, but I have two requests to make."

Zhao Hao nodded hard, biting his lip, and said, "Speak, as long as I can do it."

"In my chest... there are a few letters and a few pieces of silver. If it's convenient for you, send them back to the address in three months or half a year. I'm afraid my old father will worry. The silver is for your trouble."

Perhaps it was a last burst of energy, but he managed to finish this sentence despite the difficulty.

Zhao Hao was taken aback.

"You're not from here?" Zhao Hao asked.

"I am from the Power Gang, here to fight in Xiangyang. Unfortunately, I saw the Mongol soldiers massacring the village on my way. I had bad luck, and even though I was alone, I had to fight. Unfortunately, I only managed to take two Mongol soldiers with me."

Only then did Zhao Hao see that there were indeed two dead Mongol soldiers not far away.

"A brother from the Power Gang." Zhao Hao's body trembled.

"Sir, I beg you. My father only has me as his child, I'm afraid he can't bear this blow."

"You can rest assured, I will do it." Zhao Hao reached into the man's chest and indeed found a few letters.

Although they were just a few light letters, Zhao Hao felt as if he was holding a thousand pounds in his hands.

It was clear that this man had known the risks of coming to Xiangyang and had written these letters in advance to avoid worrying his old father. He planned to send them home on schedule if he was safe. If something happened to him, he would entrust his comrades.

Unfortunately, he never made it to Xiangyang.

In times of chaos, human life is as insignificant as grass.

Why did such a brave young man have to suffer this fate?

Zhao Hao felt an intense pain in his chest.

"Sir, I have one more request."

"Speak." Zhao Hao said solemnly.

"Kill me. The Mongol soldiers deliberately left me alive to make me suffer before I die. They succeeded. Sir, help me, let me end my suffering sooner."

Zhao Hao turned his head, not wanting him to see his eyes.

He was indeed about to die.

"Sorry." Zhao Hao bent down and hugged the man tightly.

In the next moment, the man's head fell weakly onto Zhao Hao's shoulder.

Zhao Hao looked up to the sky and let out a mournful cry, tears finally streaming down his face.

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