Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

Chapter 463 The Last Strategy

Sun Wanrong looked at Li Jinzhong who was holding his head and crying silently, and suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

The laughter was very contagious, but what reached Li Jinzhong's ears was not joy, but a different kind of sadness.

"Hey, brother."

"Don't grieve for me."

Sun Wanrong felt his life force slowly slipping away. He propped himself up and sat up straight, his facial expression slightly grim because of the pain in his body.

"Hey."

"Brother, stop crying. Men on the grassland will never trust a man who cries."

"Before this battle began, I was ready to die on the battlefield."

"This is something I had anticipated, and I have made preparations accordingly."

"I accompanied you to this place, so the journey was not in vain. My death here is not because of anyone, but because of God's will. However, I will not regret it."

"You are my brother, and I am a Khitan. How can I not kill Zhao Wenhui for bullying you so much?"

"If we fail this time, we can still move forward next time!"

Sun Wanrong stood up and looked towards his hometown.

He is sixty-four years old this year.

It’s good to die at this age, as the life span is neither too long nor too short.

He fulfilled all his obligations when he was alive, and after he died he could go down to the underworld and give an account to his sister who had passed away many years ago.

"Hey, brother."

Sun Wanrong tried to force himself to stand up, but his body could no longer bear the weight.

He tried several times, but finally sat back down.

"Although we failed this time, we must always accomplish something."

"I want to exchange my death for Zhao Wenhui's life."

Li Jinzhong stood up suddenly and said anxiously:

"no!"

"I disagree!"

"You are my only good brother. If you are gone, who can I tell my true feelings to in the future?"

Tears flowed from Li Jinzhong's moist eyes like a dam bursting, along his old face, onto his gray beard and cracked lips.

The sixty-year-old man seemed to have aged twenty years and no longer had his previous agile steps. He staggered forward, step by step, to the bedside of Sun Wanrong.

Suddenly, his legs went weak and he almost fell headfirst onto the bed.

Sun Wanrong was quick to act and supported his brother.

The two were friends since childhood and have worked together for more than 50 years. They are true half-brothers.

It is because of this deep affection that he is willing to go through fire and water for this brother.

Now that he is about to die, this is the moment to burn his life and defend the most precious thing to the death!

"Listen to me, brother."

Sun Wanrong gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain from the wounds on his body.

"We, Khitan, suffered a natural disaster. We had almost no harvest last year. But Zhao Wenhui did not provide relief, but insulted you. It is clear that he wants to push us into a dead end."

"If it weren't for your invitation, and if my clansmen were about to die, I wouldn't have given up my position as the governor of Guicheng Prefecture and the general of Youyuqian."

"Since you are in the position, you should naturally do your job."

"My impending death is the best opportunity for you to spread the news and take the opportunity to counterattack."

"The power of Li Cunxi, the heir of the Li family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is really hard to break, but he underestimated Zhao Wenhui's contempt for us Khitans. I, Sun Wanrong, want to take advantage of Zhao Wenhui's idea and make him die without a burial place!"

"Listen carefully, I don't have much time left."

……

That night, heavy snow fell, as if bidding farewell to the governor of Guicheng Prefecture who was forced to take the risk of rebellion.

In the past years, the relationship between Sun Wanrong, the governor of Guicheng Prefecture, and the Great Zhou was very close.

Everyone who participated in this war in the North knew exactly why he joined this rebellion.

Not to mention Li Cunxi who knew the whole story, even Xiao Qingfang, who had lived in Luoyang for a long time, knew it clearly.

Last year, the Khitan suffered a natural disaster. The Khitan leader Li Jinzhong almost kowtowed and begged Zhao Wenhui in the military camp of Yingzhou Wei, but failed to gain any support from the suzerain state.

It was not easy for the patriarch of a nation on horseback to do this, but Zhao Wenhui despised them and not only did he not provide disaster relief, but he kept making sarcastic remarks and hoped that they would die soon.

Li Jinzhong was humiliated and after returning to Khitan, he launched a war against the Great Zhou.

Sun Wanrong, who had devoted his efforts to the Great Zhou and stabilized the Khitan people in Guicheng Prefecture, rebelled against this background.

In the imperial envoy’s headquarters.

Li Cunxi and Wu Yanhao were sitting in the small pavilion, while Ma Rong, the leader of the Baihelin bandits, was sitting on the side, heating up wine for them.

Li Cunxi couldn't get used to drinking the green plum wine, or the green mash wine brought from the governor's mansion.

The two of them drank from small wine glasses, washing down the wine with two roast chickens brought from the kitchen.

"Although the Khitans were defeated tonight, but..."

Wu Yanhao stopped in time, took a sip of wine, and stirred his tongue in his mouth.

"I know what you want to say. If Li Jinzhong and Sun Wanrong both ran back to Khitan, it would be easier to deal with."

"But if only one dies, the remaining one and the Great Zhou will fight to the death, and there will never be peace on the border."

Li Cunxi leaned back, but there was no backrest, so he had to support his chin with his hand, hunched his waist, and looked melancholy.

"In fact, if they rebel in the future, that will be a matter for the future."

"I just feel that even though they lost tonight, they won't just go back to Khitan so easily."

"Sun Wanrong was shot by several arrows and stabbed, and was dragged off his horse by the demon spirit and nearly died. I'm afraid..."

Wu Yanhao on the opposite side swallowed the wine in his mouth and understood Li Cunxi's true thoughts.

"You mean to say that you are worried that Sun Wanrong will die outside the city, which will make Li Jinzhong even more furious?"

Originally, Sun Wanrong was ambushed and died immediately in the city, Li Jinzhong's anger probably would not last too long. After all, after attacking the city once, Li Jinzhong should have known that he could no longer capture Chongzhou.

However, after being rescued, Sun Wanrong died in the Khitan military camp.

That would be so interesting.

Unlike Li Jinzhong, Sun Wanrong is an extremely formidable wise man. He is one of the few capable and battle-hardened marshals in the Khitan army today.

Li Cunxi was worried that Sun Wanrong would cause trouble after returning.

"Yanhao...did I make any mistakes?"

"My arrangement, in my opinion, is nothing that can be changed."

"Just talking about the power of the horns, as long as we don't take the initiative to attack, the Khitans will not be able to break through. This is what I learned from the sages."

"With the ambush a few hours ago, I have completely cleared out the troublemakers in the city."

"General Wang and General Zhao are veterans of the army and are very experienced in managing their subordinates. There won't be any unexpected incidents in the barracks."

"But I always feel like there's something wrong with me."

Li Cunxi scratched his head, as if he couldn't remember anything.

Wu Yanhao sat opposite Li Cunxi with an unchanged expression.

"I do not know either."