Song Xian privately led troops to replace Hao Meng, which is definitely unruly.

But Hao Meng's troops only took a short rest, but did not retreat from the city wall, and no one would say anything more.

When they were fighting against foreign races in Bingzhou, they often helped each other defend the city and formed a deep friendship.

The soldiers under Hao Meng's command had not been closed for a day. Of course, these soldiers were happy to be able to change them to rest for a while.

They soon handed over defense with Song Xian's people and happily leaned on the city wall to take a nap.

Song Xian sat down on the pillar behind and greeted Hao Meng:

"Brother, come here quickly, the roast chicken is still hot.

I knew you were so good, so I ordered it at Wanshan Restaurant.”

Hao Meng was moved and took the wine pot handed over by Song Xian and drank it.

He immediately said in amazement:

"Laughing the world?

Brother, why are you so generous today?”

Xiao Hongchen is too expensive. Song Xian and Hao Meng are reluctant to drink it on weekdays. Only when Lu Bu is invited to drink it is lucky enough to drink it.

And I can't drink too much, because Lu Bu is not a generous lord.

Song Xian smiled at Hao Meng:

"My brother told me before that it would be great if I could laugh at Hongchen and drink enough.

It happened that I made a fortune recently and asked my brother to have some good wine."

"You kid, won't you bet again, right?"

Hao Meng sat next to Song Xian, tore off a chicken leg from the roast chicken, and started eating it beautifully.

While eating chicken legs, he said to Song Xian:

"I finally made some money, so don't throw it into the casino, and I should also leave some to ask for a wife.

Don’t look at our money coming quickly now, it’s because we can still fight.

When we can’t get the knife, we have to live our lives even if we should.”

Hao Meng is a few years older than Song Xian and has always taken good care of Song Xian.

He has an ordinary face, which is the kind that will never be discovered even if it is placed in a crowd.

His martial arts skills are not high, and he can only be considered middle and lower reaches among the generals under Lu Bu.

However, Hao Meng is very popular and is very loyal to Lu Bu, and the soldiers all recognize him very much.

Listening to Hao Meng's nagging, Song Xian's eyes were slightly wet.

He quickly wiped his eyes while Hao Meng was not paying attention and said to Hao Meng:

"Does Brother Hao still remember that when we attacked the Hu people in Bingzhou, Wen Hou also asked our brothers to station in the city."

When Song Xian mentioned the past of beating the Hu people, Hao Meng grinned and said:

"Of course I remember that you were still a new recruit at that time. Because of your outstanding martial arts, you were promoted to the Sima of the Army by Marquis Wen.

In terms of martial arts, I am not as good as you, but at that time I had more experience in the army than you.

The Hu people in Bingzhou are really fierce, and they are not worse than the Cao army outside the city.

If Wen Hou hadn't rescued him in time, we would have been buried in that unknown small town."

Song Xian took a big sip of wine and said to Hao Meng:

"At that time, I was greedy for merit and made a rash progress and entered the siege of the Hu people.

If Brother Hao hadn't sacrificed his life to save me, I would never have come out alive.

I will never forget my brother’s life-saving kindness.”

Hao Meng laughed and scolded:

"What kind of life-saving grace? As a robe, isn't this what it should be?

We all came from the battlefield like this.

Brothers don't say this.

Come and take a sip!”

Hao Meng raised the wine pot, touched Song Xian for a while, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The spring night is still a little cool, and the turbid air emitted by Hao Meng formed a white mist in the air.

"Brother Hao, do you think your lord can survive Cao Cao's attack?"

After the two of them drank for a while, Song Xian finally brought the topic to the point.

Hao Meng drank a sip of laughter in Hongchen and said in a muffled voice:

"Cao Cao's army is approaching, and our army is extremely struggling to resist.

If this situation continues, I don’t know how many days Xia Pi can last.

All we can do is to follow the lord to stick to the city."

Song Xian asked tentatively:

"Have you ever thought about leaving Wen Hou?"

Hao Meng shook his head firmly and said:

"Mr. Wen treats me as much as a mountain. I don't know how many times I have saved my life.

How can I abandon my lord and leave at this time?

A real man is just a death, and it is also the fate of our soldiers who are all over the world to die in battle."

Song Xian didn't expect that Hao Meng, who looked like a good man on weekdays, could be so firm when Lu Bu was in danger, and he couldn't help feeling ashamed.

Or should I also follow Brother Hao Meng to sacrifice for the feud for Marquis Wen?

As soon as Song Xian had this thought, the fear in his heart defeated his desire for justice.

No, I am still young, I can't die!

Mr. Guo Jia has promised me to be the high position of General Fenwei. As long as I control the East Gate today, I will have high officials and great salaries, and my glory and wealth at my fingertips!!

Song Xian trembled and clenched the sword around his waist, and said with a little excited voice:

"Brother thinks this way, I'm afraid we can only be brothers in the next life!"

Hao Meng put down the wine pot and smiled at Song Xian:

"Your brother doesn't have to be so pessimistic. I heard that the lord has married the King of Chu.

As long as we can hold on for two months, the King of Chu's army will...uh..."

Hao Meng couldn't continue halfway through his words.

He felt a chill in his chest, and looked down at the sword that Song Xian had with him had pierced into his chest.

Hao Meng spitted blood in big mouthfuls and asked Song Xian in disbelief:

“For…why?”

They are comrades who can hand over their backs to each other and entrust their lives to each other!

Why did Song Xian kill himself?!

Song Xian was already in tears at this time, and he trembled and said to Hao Meng:

"Brother, I'm sorry!

I don't want to die!

In order to survive, I can only sacrifice you.

Sorry, brother..."

When Hao Meng heard Song Xian say this, he did not call him a rebel who was betrayal.

"So that's what it is..."

Hao Meng felt that his strength was slowly losing, so he used his last strength to say to Song Xian:

"You have your choice, I won't blame you for your brother..."

After saying that, Hao Meng tilted his neck and died of anger.

Song Xian slowly pushed Hao Meng's body away and pulled out the sword from his waist.

He staggered forward two steps, and said a word in a cold tone:

"kill!"

With Song Xian's order, his confidant soldiers instantly rose up and massacred Hao Meng's troops who were resting on the city wall.

These soldiers had been tired for a day. Like Hao Meng, they never thought that their robes would raise their butcher knife to them.

The soldier who reacted and wanted to escape was also beheaded by Song Xian with a sword.

In just one stick of incense, the guards at the East Gate were killed by Song Xian.

The mission has been going very smoothly until now, but Song Xian has no joy.

He indifferently ordered his soldiers:

"Hang a white flag on the top of the city and ready to pick up Cao Gong's army into the city at any time!"

"promise!"

On a mountain near Xia Pi, Guo Jia, wearing a white robe, sat on the earth slope with a leaf in his arms, looking at Xia Pi City in the distance.

Cao's general Yue Xi came to Guo Jia and asked him:
Chapter completed!