As Lin Chenyu spoke, he quickly recalled in his mind the words that those people in the big tent had said when they were drunk.

Organizing the language that is about to be spoken.

This time Qin Zhao didn't even raise his head.

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't move, Lin Chenyu could only continue to output: "Don't expect anyone to come and rescue you.

Most of those stupid soldiers under your command are too hungry to even lift their swords.

Your father, the general, your brothers, wife, sons and nephews have all been exiled by His Majesty.

Now, you have no choice but to submit to us."

After hearing these words, Qin Zhao clenched his fists tighter and tighter, and the scabs that had just formed on the pulled out nails became bloody again.

Lin Chenyu felt sorry for them, but he hadn't achieved his goal, so he continued, "Don't struggle anymore. What's so good about those lowly people? Follow our Prime Minister Zhao and support the crown prince to ascend the throne. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will make you the general who protects the country, and all your subordinates will be promoted. Isn't that good?"

"You son of a bitch, we don't need promotion. Our Qin Family Army belongs to the people, not to your royal family. You don't have to torture our major general anymore. Even if we die, we would rather die than let you succeed." As soon as Lin Chenyu finished speaking, he heard a rough voice.

Looking back, he saw a big man with a beard. Judging from his aura, he must be a close confidant of the Qin family army.

Lin Chenyu continued to say to Qin Zhao: "Look, what a touching moment! These are all your good brothers. Can you really bear to let them die for you?"

Then he turned around slowly, stared at the others and said, "What about you?

Do you want to follow your young master and die for the so-called people?

If you hold on here for one more day, your soldiers will go hungry for one more day. Are you just going to watch your soldiers starve to death one by one?

You guys should think carefully, if anyone doesn’t want to die, just nod your head, and you can follow me and enjoy the best food and drinks.

Whoever's soldiers can also eat food. "

Seeing that no one responded, Lin Chenyu pretended to pause and then continued: "Anyway, even if you die here, no one will know, and the people you protected will not remember you!

They will not remember that you protected them. They will only remember that it was the defeat of the Qin army that caused their parents, wives and children to be bullied by the enemy.

They will only remember that the Qin family army is a sinner! "

At this point, Lin Chenyu was a little unable to continue.

He looked at the people in the tent. Their hands were bleeding from clenching their fists, but they all stood with their necks stiff and no one nodded.

Not even the slightest nod.

Lin Chenyu waited for another quarter of an hour, and no one spoke in the quiet space.

A quarter of an hour later, someone moved.

"Hahaha, you son of a bitch, you can kill me or chop me up as you please,"

Lin? Son of a bitch? Chenyu: This is too much, and people are forced to curse their mothers. It’s a sin.

Seeing that these people were indeed determined, Lin Chenyu turned around and left the tent.

The one who appeared in front of everyone again was Lin? The charlatan? Chenyu.

Qin Zhao was deeply touched by the kindness of his uncles and aunts.

But they also felt a little unwilling that they had worked hard for the people but ended up like this.

The soldiers of his Qin family army would also suffer and starve with him.

He knew that after what happened tonight, they would probably not see the sun tomorrow.

The next moment, an old man with a white beard suddenly appeared in front of him.

And the old man was still floating in the air.

"Am I dying? Are you a ghost messenger? Are you here to take me away?"

Lin Chenyu staggered and almost fell off the hoverboard.

God damn it, is my attire so inadequate?

Why is it that my wife is a fairy as soon as she appears, but I am a ghost as soon as I appear?

Young man, open your eyes and take a good look. Is there any ghost messenger who looks so handsome?

Lin Chenyu quickly stabilized his body and coughed twice.

At this time, everyone raised their heads and all eyes were focused on Lin Chenyu.

Lin Chenyu just waved his hand, and all the chains that locked up several people broke.

Then he took out the potion containing the rejuvenation pill that he had prepared in advance and handed it to Qin Zhao.

"I have some magic medicine here. If you drink it, your wounds will heal immediately."

Qin Zhao was holding the exquisite porcelain bottle, not quite sure whether the person in front of him was a human or a ghost, and why he should save them.

Lin Chenyu: Can you think of gods with this train of thought?

But judging from the skill this guy just showed, he seems to be an expert.

If anyone wanted to harm them, they would probably be dead long ago.

If that’s the case, what is there to be afraid of?

At worst, I can be a brave man again in eighteen years.

After Qin Zhao figured it out, he tilted his head back and took a sip of the potion.

The others were a little worried and stepped forward and said, "Major General!"

Seeing that Qin Zhao was temporarily fine after drinking the medicine, someone took the medicine bottle and took a sip like Qin Zhao did.

It has a sense of heroic sacrifice.

Then the others followed, and each of them took a sip.

What they thought was that being able to die together with the Major General today would make their lives worthwhile, and they would still be members of the Qin family army in the next life.

But what everyone imagined did not happen. The bleeding wounds on their bodies had stopped bleeding visibly.

The other wounds also felt itchy and showed signs of healing.

The most important thing is that their strength is back.

They are no longer lambs to be slaughtered.

Several people knelt on one knee, clasped their hands together, and expressed their gratitude to Lin Chenyu with the highest military etiquette.

"Thank you for the rescue, Master."

"Don't thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank yourselves. Only those who truly care about the people can summon me."

After Lin Chenyu finished speaking, he flew higher and higher.

Before he disappeared, he left behind a message: "I have left some food and drought-resistant seeds for you. Take care of yourself!"

Then he disappeared from the sight of several people.

Deputy General Xue's eyes widened as big as copper bells, and he stammered, "God, immortal?"

The rest of the people were also unable to react for a long time. Did they encounter a real god?

After a while, several people knelt down together, "Thank you, old immortal, for saving us!"

Lin Chenyu was depressed. He was a god, so what? Why add the word "old"?

It seems like I’ll have to change my look next time when I pretend to be a charlatan.

It's so awful.

They knelt for a long time and saw that there was indeed no movement. Then they realized that the immortal had gone far away.

They were suddenly a little annoyed, as they had just doubted whether the old immortal was a human or a ghost.

This really shouldn't have happened. It really shouldn't have happened.

Qin Zhao and his companions felt no more pain in their bodies at this moment.

On the contrary, they felt full of strength.

Several people discussed for a long time in the tent about how they should take back the military power when the enemy was least prepared.

After talking for a long time, several people finally realized that something was wrong.

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