The swords and axes on both sides were like the magnificent people in the court, clamoring together, and the sound of shouting and killing was deafening, which shocked Shi Tianze's gallbladder.

"Stop it! Let it go! I am Shi Tianze, a ten thousand households in the Han area of ​​Great Mongolia. You can't kill me like this!" Shi Tianze shouted, because his hands were tied up, his movements of twisting his body were very funny.

"You are the one who killed!" The voice he was just talking sneered and rang again. The person who was talking seemed to be sitting in the hall: "You dog-headed, you should have been killed long ago!"

Two big men rushed up and picked up Shi Tianze like a chicken. With this posture, Shi Tianze could finally see who was talking.

It was a man with a black face, with a strong figure and powerful figure, a heroic and powerful figure in military uniform, and an angry look that he had seen it somewhere, which made Shi Tianze feel familiar.

"I didn't betray!" Shi Tianze argued with his neck: "The Great Jin Dynasty has been destroyed, and many princes and nobles have surrendered. I, a general, and with thousands of remaining soldiers, what can I do? The Great Jin Dynasty emperor has been dead, what can I do? I am just following the will of heaven, not betrayal!"

"Fart!" The man jumped up, slapped the table, and was furious: "Look at who I am?"

The man carrying Shi Tianze was very slow, holding him like slow motion, so Shi Tianze had plenty of time to look closely. The more he looked at the person, the more familiar he felt, but the faint impression was just that he couldn't jump out and circled deep in his mind.

"This..." Shi Tianze stumbled.

"I can't recognize it? Lord Shi is so forgetful!" The black-faced man sneered: "At the foot of Sanfeng Mountain, I fought side by side with you, and at the top of Caizhou City, I also have a friendship with you. Lord Shi has forgotten everything after following the Mongolians?!"

When Shi Tianze heard the sound, he seemed to remember something. His face suddenly changed, his neck shrank a little, and he widened his eyes and said, "You, you, you! It's you!"

The big man snorted coldly: "Of course it's me!"

Shi Tianze shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect you to be alive. When your father was alive, I had drunk wine with you two."

"Shut up!" The black-faced man spit out: "You are not worthy of calling my father the name!"

"It's not me who killed your father." Shi Tianze's face was ashamed. He probably knew that it would be a good fortune to fall into Wanyan Chengsi's hands today, but his greed for life still made him feel that he wanted to take a try, because he noticed that Wanyan Chengsi was not the one sitting in the main seat.

The hall was divided into two parts, with only a chair placed in the upper head. A thin young man was wearing a round-necked green robe and expressionless without speaking.

This is a Song man. Shi Tianze secretly speculated that since Wanyan Chengsi did not sit in the top, it means that he is not the one who makes the decision here, but the young Song man.

"Is it you? But you betray the Lord and ask for honor, and you will be punished by treason!" Wanyan Chengsi roared, with blue veins on his forehead: "You are not convinced?"

"How can I have a perfect egg in my nest? If I didn't surrender at that time, what else could I do? Even if I fight with the Mongolians to the end, I will only waste my life! The ancients said that those who know the times are heroes. I did this to save the lives of thousands of men under my command. For the lives of all the people in the city, I will never accept you if you kill me with this!" Shi Tianze shouted desperately, his words were directed at Wanyan Chengsi, but his eyes were always looking at the high Song man.

"You!" Wanyan Chengsi seemed to be extremely angry. He drew his sword in his hand with a clang, and shouted loudly. The back knife was like a full moon. He cut an arc in the air and headed straight for Shi Tianze's head. The blade was sharp and whistled in the air. It would be no problem to cut the head with this knife.

Shi Tianze was so desperate that he closed his eyes involuntarily. Although he had been fighting for many people throughout his life, he was young and now he was a household in charge of the glory and wealth of a huge independent kingdom. He was no longer a barefoot soldier before. He was over fifty years old. Although he was brave enough, he had a little more longing for life in his heart. After all, the entire Shi family was all relying on themselves to support him.

"slow!"

The appropriate sound of the drink stopped, and Wanyan Chengsi's knife stopped abruptly above Shi Tianze's head. The sharp blade edged against his hair. When Shi Tianze opened his eyes, he saw dozens of hair falling from the top of his head.

"Wanyan Chengsi, the military and national affairs cannot be treated with personal grudges. If you are tired, go down and rest first. The life of this person is entrusted to me." Changsun Hong held the chair and sat upright, his voice neither high nor low, but with unquestionable majesty.

Shi Tianze looked at Wanyan Chengsi's knife with lingering fear, slowly left his head and re-shewn.

Then he bowed and took the order and retreated silently. The man who had just shouted to beat and kill, left so obediently.

Shi Tianze turned his eyes to Changsun Hong, who was talking in a striking and looked at the Song people who conquered Wanyan Chengsi, who was known for his bravery.

"Sir Shi, you just said that those who know the current affairs are heroes, right?" Changsun Hong smiled, and asked slowly.

"Uh..." Shi Tianze didn't know how to answer, and lowered his head and thought about countermeasures.

"You surrendered to Mongolia to survive. This is instinct. You can't blame you. Moreover, it was your father who surrendered with you at that time. I understand you very well." The Song people said generously, and nodded to Shi Tianze: "But now, you can choose."

Shi Tianze looked up, shocked.

What to choose?

He didn't ask, but Changsun Hong answered considerately: "You can choose to die, or not."

Shi Tianze blinked, thought for a while, and stood up and asked, "Dare you ask, sir, who are you?"

A man next to him kicked him in the knee, and the position was very accurate, and just kicked his numb tendons, which made his knees weak and he knelt down.

"This is Lord Changsun, Dali, and also the envoy of the Rongzhou delegation of the Song Dynasty. You are blinded and you don't recognize me!" The person who kicked him roared viciously.

Shi Tianze knelt on the ground, his eyes were confused. It was not that he really didn't take the young Changsun Hong seriously, but that he racked his brains and couldn't remember where Rongzhou was. The Dali king was even more strange. What would the prince of Dali appear in Henan?

"Dali...Rongzhou...Sir Changsun." Shi Tianze looked at Changsun Hong, and the two strange people looked at each other.

"The title of official title is not important. What is important is that I can dominate your destiny." Changsun Hong waved his hand, looked at him indifferently, and still said slowly: "Have you answered me yet, choose a student or a death?"

Shi Tianze looked at him with disbelief. Could it be that this is the host of the Song people here and the planner behind all this?

A prince from Dali?

From Dali?
Chapter completed!