He Yi also looked back and said, "Empress, the uncle is about to start praying for rain. At this time, no one can come to the stage, otherwise - the empress will never want to fail for Shan Jiuren."

“…”

Nanyan's expression sank.

This is true.

In any case, the most important thing at the moment is this war. Whether it can "borrow" this east wind and whether it can "borrow" this rain can almost be said to be the key to the victory of the entire battle.

Thinking of this, although she was still a little unwilling to accept it, she could only stop and not move up.

At this time, the old uncle finally stopped coughing.

At this moment, the sky was completely dark, and the people under the altar could only see his hunched figure. After covering his chest and finally suppressing the excitement in his heart, he raised his head and a trace of determination appeared on his pale face.

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On the other hand, Zhu Chengjun has been tortured to death.

The cage that was kept in him looked ordinary and not as scary as torture, but it could really torture life worse than death. For a whole day, his knees could not be straightened or bent. At first, he just felt tired, but over time, the uncomfortable feeling was like using a knife to scrape someone's bones.

Although there is no blood, it makes people feel painful.

He was so tired that his whole body was weak, but he couldn't even be in a coma.

Whenever he was so tired that he was about to close his eyes and lose consciousness, his neck was stuck above the cage. After this day, his entire jaw had been worn out into blood and blood, and it hurts a little when he touched it.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he was almost out of reach.

Zhu Chengjun looked at the dark sky above his head weakly, feeling that he could no longer see the sun tomorrow.

"Father...Mother..."

At this time, he was already unconscious, and he didn't even know whether he was silently thinking in his heart or speaking out. His instinctive desire to survive made him hold the wooden railings on both sides of his neck tightly with both hands, murmured: "I'm about to die..."

At this moment, a sound of horse hooves woke him up again.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his knees were almost unconscious, and he couldn't stand straight or bend. He could only grit his teeth and hug the wooden railings on both sides. Looking at the dim light, a man rushed into the military camp, and one person turned over and dismounted, and ran quickly towards Arislan's tent.

What news is there again?

During the day, Zhu Chengjun had already seen a large number of troops from the military camp here being sent out, and he must have started fighting.

I don't know who will win or lose now.

No, it must be his father who won. The most powerful person in this world is his father. There is no battle he cannot win!

Moreover, as long as he wins, he can save himself!

Thinking of this, he became more energetic and stared at Arislan's tent with bright eyes. After a while, the person who reported the news retreated from it. The person next to him led another horse over him. He turned over the horse and ran out again.

After a while, Arislan also came out.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and only the light emitted by a few bonfires far and near the military camp barely illuminated the outline of his face. Zhu Chengjun vaguely saw that his face didn't seem very good-looking.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

As the sun sets, he knows that the war has started, and people have been sending messages from the front, and the war is still in full swing.

In fact, this war cannot be completed within a few hours.

If the battle between hundreds of thousands of people can be finished so quickly, it would be a joke.

Even within a few hours, it is impossible to achieve a clear victory or defeat. Arislan, who has many years of combat experience, is very clear about this.

But for some reason, even though he was still fighting ahead and there was no obvious victory or defeat, he was always uneasy. Every moment he sat in the tent waiting for news was like pins and needles.

Finally, he couldn't sit still, so Arislan walked out of the tent and looked at the dark night in front of him.

He asked, "When is it?"

Su He said: "Hai time."

"Hai time?"

Arislan frowned and said in a deep voice: "It's been two hours since the war?"

"yes."

“It’s been so long…”

He felt his heartbeat heavier and heavier, as if he was beating a drum. After a while, he suddenly realized that in addition to the war ahead, his uneasiness was also the child locked in a prison car.

Thinking of this, Arislan turned around and slowly walked to the edge of the military camp.

Suh followed him with a torch. The fire shone brightly, illuminating the little head that was exposed to the prison car. The circle of the jaw and neck was already bloody and bloody, and bones could even be seen in some places. The child's face was paler and he looked almost dead.

Arislan said coldly: "I'm still alive?"

The little head slowly turned, and the godless eyes looked at him. After a while, he heard the child say in a weak voice: "I'm still young, and if I want to die, you will die first!"

“…”

Arislan's brow frowned again.

After all, he also came from a child. He knew very well that although children would be stubborn, children were just children after all. They would usually coax candy or scare them with sticks, and they would do anything.

But this child, who used this torture instrument to deal with adults, locked him up for a day, and his neck almost broke. Perhaps even the soldiers around him could not bear the pain. This child is still reluctant to give up.

What kind of mind is this?

At this moment, a little chill suddenly rose in Arislan's heart.

At this time, no matter what origin this child has, he only looks like this little bit of age and has such a mind. If he grows up in the future and can be trained, it will be awesome.

A thought suddenly appeared in Arislan's mind.

Maybe, I should kill him now.

But then, he gave up the idea.

Because a child is too tough and wants to kill him, if he says such petty thoughts, it will be funny even if he says it.

However, the child in front of me is indeed a little special.

He frowned and looked at the child for a while, but finally said nothing, but turned around and left with a calm face. Suhe, behind him, reminded the soldiers around him, asked them to watch them well, and hurriedly followed him away.

Seeing Arislan leave, Zhu Chengjun breathed a sigh of relief.

But this time, he really couldn't hold on anymore.
Chapter completed!