Makino Camp.

Ye Zhao did not take the countermeasures of siege from all sides. After obtaining food and grass support from Hanoi, Ye Zhao established another camp in the strategy of the large camp occupied by Wang Fen. Compared with the original camp, the camp established by Ye Zhao this time was much smaller. After all, even with the reinforcements brought by Ding Li and Zhao Yun, Ye Zhao's current troops are only more than 5,000, and his troops are far less than Wang Fen. He does not have the ability to siege. Dividing troops will only make Wang Fen easy to break through.

"Ancestor Wen!" In the central army commander's tent, Zhou Jing hurried to Wang Fen with a serious expression.

"Bad news?" Wang Fen's hair was a little messy and his eyes were covered with blood. Ye Zhao did not rush to attack in the past two days, but chose to confront the camp, but Wang Fen did not close his eyes much in the past two days.

Ye Zhao did this, and he didn't think that Ye Zhao wanted to let him go. This was the crime of regicide. He had something to do with Ye Zhao, but this time, the matter was too big. The most important thing was that as the initiator of this incident, he naturally had to bear the main responsibility now that he failed.

Zhou Jing looked at Wang Fen's haggard face and just nodded silently. He suddenly didn't know how to tell Wang Fen.

"Tell me." Wang Fen said with a wry smile. He could probably think of the current situation.

"The food and grass were cut off. Officials from all over the State of Zhao, and powerful officials from all over the State of Zhao have separated their ties with our army, and even took the initiative to send people to Ye Zhao. Our army... has been isolated. Now Ye Zhao is sending people to shout in turn to incite the soldiers in the camp. Now people are volatile, I am afraid it is..." Zhou Jing looked at Wang Fen and said in a stern voice: "The situation is over."

"The trend?" Wang Fen sneered: "It was gone two days ago."

From the moment Ye Zhao rescued Liu Hong, their general situation had ended. Now they were just surviving. There were only tens of thousands of soldiers, but it is unknown whether these tens of thousands of soldiers would still obey their orders at this moment.

"That Ye Zhao is not at all concerned about his old love, and Xu You is not a son!" Zhou Jing said resentfully.

If Xu You hadn't started running directly when they saw that the situation was not good, they would have received the news in time, and the situation might not have become so bad.

"Xu Ming did nothing wrong, everyone is the master." Wang Fen shook his head with a wry smile. It's really no wonder Ye Zhao.

"It's already this time, why are you still talking to him?" Zhou Jing said angrily.

Wang Fen shook his head. Ye Zhao didn't need anything he said now. After returning to Luoyang, his official position may not be promoted, but as long as Liu Hong is in one day, no one can shake his position in Luoyang.

"Report~" A small school broke in from outside the door in a panic.

Zhou Jing's face turned cold and he snorted angrily: "There is no rules!"

Wang Fen waved his hand and looked at the little school and said, "Why are you panic!"

"Zhang Li, the captain of the North Gate, surrendered, and the enemy has already rushed in!" The school glanced at Zhou Jing coldly and bowed to Wang Fen.

"What!?" Zhou Jing was shocked and said angrily: "The slave who bears the master..."

"Enough!" Wang Fen stood up and said, "We are now rebellious and do not surrender. Do we still have to be buried with us?"

"But..." Zhou Jing was unwilling to accept that the feeling of being betrayed was not pleasant.

"Submit all the things that should be surrendered!" Wang Fen stood up and looked at the little school and smiled: "You are willing to accompany Wang at this time. Wang is already very grateful. There is no need to accompany Wang to waste his life."

"Lord, I..." Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Fen, and a look of struggle flashed in his eyes.

"Go!" Wang Fen waved his hand, with a little relief on his face.

"Wenzu, we still have tens of thousands of soldiers, far beyond Ye Zhao, and may not be able to fight!" Zhou Jing saw the school turning around and leaving, and couldn't help but look at Wang Fen and said.

"You and I are not a soldier. Before, the 30,000 troops were attacked by Ye Zhao, and now there are only 10,000 people left and there is no fighting spirit. How can I stop this famous general?" Looking at the empty tent, Wang Fen straightened his clothes, took a comb and combed his messy hair meticulously, turned his head to look at Zhou Jing and said, "Do I have my clothes?"

"Brother Wenzu, you are..." Zhou Jing frowned.

"Even if we die, we should be more decent. Besides, when we see you, if you are unkempt and dirty, wouldn't it be rude to others?" Zhou Jing smiled bitterly and looked at his dirty clothes, shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that the clothes are not very neat, I hope Xiuming doesn't mind."

Wang Fen seemed not to die, but to really meet his old friend who had not seen him for many years. Zhou Jing suddenly felt a little sore in his nose and nodded fiercely and said, "What Brother Wenzu said is not bad. Even if he dies, he cannot lose his character as a scholar."

As he was like Zhou Jing, he sorted out himself. Outside the camp, there were sounds of fighting from time to time, but it was not fierce. Soon, dense and neat footsteps came from outside the tent. The school came in from outside the door and said to Wang Fen: "Lord, everyone has dispersed."

"Why don't you leave?" Wang Fen looked at the school. This person was considered his confidant, but among Wang Fen's many confidants, he was not the kind that Wang Fen valued, otherwise he would not be just a member of the school.

"I will be free from worries. The lord treats me well. I will be willing to follow my lord to death." Xiaoshao bowed and said.

"Why?" Wang Fen looked at the school and suddenly realized that she couldn't remember the other party's name and shook her head and sighed.

"Although the last general has never read a book, he knows the word "loyalty and righteousness". The lord has been kind to me. Now the last general cannot protect the lord and break through, which is a dereliction of duty. If he leaves at this time, what is the difference between that beast?" Xiao Zheng smiled.

Zhou Jing looked at the school and suddenly felt a little hot.

"Mr. Wen, can you come out and talk?" Ye Zhao's clear voice sounded outside the camp.

Zhou Jing's expression changed, but Wang Fen was calm and walked out of the tent with great strides. Zhou Jing and the others hurriedly followed.

The sound of fighting in the camp did not stop, but was very quiet. What surprised Wang Fen and the other two was that there were no soldiers and armor outside the tent, only Ye Zhao stood outside the tent, beside him was a man like an iron tower and a heroic young man in his twenties.

"Mr. Wen Zu, when I parted in Yecheng in the past, I didn't want to see you again today, but this was the case." Ye Zhao sighed and smiled at Wang Fen.

"Xu Ming is becoming more and more handsome." Looking at Ye Zhao's clear-cut appearance, Wang Fen couldn't help but remember when he first met Ye Zhao. Although Ye Zhao was already mature and steady at that time, his face was still a bit immature. Now that immature is no longer there, it is replaced by an indescribable calmness.

"Ye Xiuming and Liu Hong favored treacherous people, which led to chaos in the world. Now that you are helping evildoers, aren't you afraid of being criticized by thousands of people?" Zhou Jing looked at Ye Zhao and gritted his teeth.

"Ye has always been a good person and sits upright, and I have a clear conscience. As for how others view me, it is up to him! As for the government affairs, Ye Mou's martial artist is not convenient to discuss the government affairs." Ye Zhao glanced at Zhou Jing lightly and said.

"If Xiuming is a martial artist, I am afraid that the scholars in the world will be ashamed." Wang Fen smiled and said, "It's a pity that you and I will be in this situation today. Otherwise, Fen would like to drink with Xiuming."

"It's okay today." Ye Zhao stretched out his hand, and two personal guards ran out, carried a jar of wine and wine cups to Wang Fen, and then retreated.

"Zhao was quite favored by Master Wen in the past, but today's situation is that he can't do much except give Master Wen a decent way to die. After Duke died, Zhao will buried him for Master Wen, but he cannot erect a monument for him." Ye Zhao took the wine jar handed over by Dian Wei, slapped the Kaifeng mud, and said to Wang Fen: "Do it first, it's a respect, the road to the underworld is cold, I hope you will take care of it!"

After saying that, he raised the wine jar and raised his neck and took a sip.

"Xiu Ming can do this, Fen is already satisfied." Wang Fen smiled and raised the wine cup, filled it with him, toasted Ye Zhao from afar, and raised his head to drink the wine in the cup.

"Good wine! Those who are about to die can taste such good wine, and they will have no regrets to die!" Wang Fen spat out a sip of turbid air and poured a cup of wine for Zhou Jing and said, "I can drink a cup of wine in the study."

"Okay!" Zhou Jing took the wine cup and drank it all in one mouthful. Wang Fen poured another cup for the school.

"Thank you lord!" The school inserted his knife to the ground, took the wine cup and raised his head and poured it.

Ye Zhao looked at the three of them and silently closed his eyes. Behind him, Dian Wei took out a piece of white silk and walked forward, strode behind Wang Fen.

Wang Fen bowed to Ye Zhao, and Dian Wei put the white silk around Wang Fen's neck and tied it hard!

"Lord!" Seeing this, the school was about to pounce on him, but Zhao Yun beside Ye Zhao had already snatched up, and shot him out and stabbed him into the school's chest.

Wang Fen subconsciously grabbed the white silk on his neck with both hands, his face fluttered and his legs kept kicking. Dian Wei had already received Ye Zhao's order, and his arms burst out with divine power. Only a muffled sound was heard. Wang Fen's eyes widened, but his hands were hanging down weakly, and he was already exhausted.

Zhou Jing's heart trembled as he looked at Wang Fen's death. Without waiting for Dian Wei to come to kill him, he drew out his sword and committed suicide across the sword.

Ye Zhao looked at the bodies of the three, sighed, and waved: "Let him find a place to be buried, and the captives of the generals are escorted back to Luoyang, waiting for the court to deal with them."

"Here!" A general responded to the order and sent someone to carry the bodies of the three people away.

"Lord, are the families of Wang Fen, Zhou Jing and other traitors..." Fang Yue came to Ye Zhao and bowed to him after arranging military affairs.

"That's the business of local officials. We are soldiers, so we just need to fight." Ye Zhao watched Wang Fen's body being dragged away, shook his head, and looked at Fang Yue and said, "I can't get such merit."

"Now." Fang Yue bowed and agreed, saying goodbye and left.

"General, although these people rebelled, their families..." Zhao Yun heard what Ye Zhao meant, and his family could not escape the massacre of the court in the end, and he felt unbearable.

"Innocent?" Ye Zhao looked at Zhao Yun and shook his head, "In fact, it's not innocent. Some things need a price. Not all things can be carried by one person. It is the limit I can do to give them a decent way of dying."

When Zhao Yun heard this, he sighed silently, without saying anything more.
Chapter completed!