Chapter 94

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"Lin'er, do you know when beasts are the most terrifying?" Zhao Hao asked.

"When they are injured," Zhao Ling'er replied.

"Exactly, an injured beast is the most terrifying. Therefore, in half a month, it will be much more brutal than today," Zhao Hao said somberly.

"But as long as we get through it, we will win this battle, won't we?" Zhao Ling'er asked.

Zhao Hao nodded and said, "Yes, as long as we get through it, we will surely win this battle."

"Only, I wonder how many of these people will still be left in half a month," Zhao Ling'er said.

Zhao Hao sighed softly and remained silent for a long time.

"Brother, let Mr. Qiu and Xuan'er return to Lin'an," Zhao Ling'er suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Hao frowned slightly.

"I can see that they are under a lot of pressure. In half a month, if they witness it firsthand, I'm afraid they might not be able to handle it. Mr. Qiu may seem carefree and ruthless, but he has never wrongfully killed a good person. Most of those who died by his hand were from the evil path. Xuan'er is clever and adorable, but over the years, to formulate various remedies and conduct various experiments, the number of Mongol soldiers she has killed is even more than Li Mouchou. She is already on the brink of collapse and cannot be further stimulated," Zhao Ling'er said.

Zhao Hao's frown deepened.

"Lin'er, running away won't solve the problem," Zhao Hao said.

"I know, but what else can we do besides that?" Zhao Ling'er asked.

"Call Mr. Qiu and Xuan'er to my room tonight, and you come too," Zhao Hao said.

"Brother, what do you want to do? These things can't be resolved by talking," Zhao Ling'er said.

"I know, so I don't intend to resolve them. We will use the Soul Capturing Technique to erase this part of their memory, at least making them believe they are not involved. Some things, only the two of us need to know," Zhao Hao said.

Zhao Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she said, "Brother, you always have a solution."

"This is a last resort. They have done so much, but in the end, they can't say anything, and I even have to erase their memories. Lin'er, I don't have the right to do this," Zhao Hao's voice was slightly hoarse.

He respected every person who made a contribution, but throughout history, those who were highly praised were always the generals who planned and won battles on the front lines or the martyrs who died for their country.

Few people knew how many unsung heroes silently contributed in the shadows.

Their names were destined to be unknown, and they would not even be recorded in history.

But often, their contributions were no less significant than those on the front lines.

Is it fair? Of course not.

But in times of chaos, there is no fairness. They chose this path and never expected fairness.

"Brother, we can explain everything to Mr. Qiu and Xuan'er and let them choose for themselves," Zhao Ling'er said.

Zhao Hao's eyes lit up, and he nodded, "Yes, you are always thorough, Lin'er."

Not everyone has a big heart. At least, in Zhao Hao's view, Qiu Shenjie and Wen Xuan were not capable of handling such pressure.

And that was indeed the case.

Qiu Shenjie and Xuan'er both chose to forget this memory.

Actually, the Soul Capturing Technique was not overly sophisticated. Given Qiu Shenjie and Xuan'er's strength, Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er did not have the ability to successfully use it on them.

But Qiu Shenjie and Xuan'er voluntarily gave up resistance.

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The next half month was a test for Xiangyang City every day.

Kublai did not launch a large-scale attack again, but small-scale harassment never stopped. The military and civilians of Xiangyang City never relaxed their nerves.

However, five days ago, Xiangyang City's spies discovered that something seemed to have happened in the Mongol army.

After continuous investigation, the news that a plague had broken out in the Mongol army finally reached Xiangyang City.

The entire city of Xiangyang celebrated.

Even Meng Gong showed his joy and said, "Heaven helps the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er also smiled, but their smiles were much fainter than those of ordinary people.

But today, Zhao Hao could no longer smile.

"Kublai's actions are too cruel. Is he not afraid that the Mongol soldiers will lose heart?" Guo Jing barely suppressed his anger.

The spies reported that Kublai decided to launch a large-scale attack on Xiangyang City the next day.

This was the last battle before Kublai's retreat. Success would mean occupying Xiangyang, and failure would mean retreating to the grasslands.

Everyone knew that Kublai would fight like a cornered beast. The plague had not completely destroyed the Mongol soldiers; they still had the strength to fight.

What truly alarmed Guo Jing was that Kublai decided to throw the bodies of the plague-infected Mongol soldiers into the water.

Water is the source of life.

Xiangyang City was well-supplied with troops and provisions, and there was no need to worry about supplies. Zhao Yun did not let them down at this critical moment.

But people cannot live without water.

Water is even more important than food.

If Kublai threw the bodies of the plague-infected Mongol soldiers into the water source, how would the vast city of Xiangyang survive?

Guo Jing did not know, so he was even more angry.

This behavior had exceeded his tolerance.

Zhao Hao's expression remained calm.

To be honest, Kublai's move was indeed ruthless, but it did not surprise him.

Zhao Hao always assumed the worst intentions in others, especially in Kublai.

Most wars result in mutual destruction. Given the current strength comparison between the Mongols and the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty had no right to be picky.

Zhao Hao had never expected a complete victory over the Mongols.

In this situation, it was impossible to defeat the Mongols without paying a price.

But even with a glimmer of hope, Zhao Hao hoped the price would be as small as possible.

"I will take care of this. I will send people to intercept them," Zhao Hao said.

Since he was the one who set this up, Zhao Hao never shirked responsibility.

But many people would definitely die.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao clenched his fists.

"Brother, Xiangyang City needs you more. You will be more effective on the front lines tomorrow. Let me handle this," Zhao Ling'er said.

Her voice was very gentle, but Zhao Hao could hear the unwavering determination in it.

Zhao Hao considered himself responsible for this, but the one who had personally set up this plan was Zhao Ling'er.

Half a month ago, while Zhao Hao was fighting in Xiangyang, Zhao Ling'er was not idle.

There was a reason she appeared so late.

Qiu Shenjie and Xuan'er had forgotten everything, but Zhao Ling'er and Zhao Hao never forgot.

The pressure Zhao Ling'er bore in her heart was no less than Zhao Hao's.

And she was not much older than Xuan'er.

"Lin'er, I am not a good brother," Zhao Hao said softly.

"No, I have never regretted being your sister," Zhao Ling'er smiled.

Her beauty was breathtaking.

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