Chapter 1285 – Eliminate Huang Song, Unite Dongqing (Twenty-Seven)
“Bring… bring the wine—”
Yuan Xin, with his eyes squinted from drunkenness, had a flushed face above the neck, and his mumbling was barely audible.
“Where are the people? Hurry up and bring the wine—”
He thought he was shouting loudly, but it came out like a mosquito buzz, barely escaping his lips.
Yuan Xin lay sprawled across the commander’s bed, half of his body on the bed and the other half hanging off the side.
Even though the current alcoholic beverages were not very strong—enough for a non-drinker woman to sip half a bottle—Yuan Xin drank by the jar, guzzling it down as if it were water. It was common for him to get drunk. At this moment, intoxication was heavy on him, and he was sweating from the heat, tearing off his armor to cool down. Still feeling hot, he opened his collar—
The alcohol overtook his senses, and he fell into a deep sleep, vaguely hearing some conversing outside.
“…I have urgent matters… yes, a matter of utmost urgency, must discuss it face to face with the General…”
The speaker was Vice General B, followed closely by a timid little soldier who hid his head and shoulders, too afraid to look up. It was late, and the guards at the main tent had grown tired, so they allowed them in after a few questions.
Before entering, Vice General B reminded them.
“The General has been in a bad mood lately. You all stay alert and don’t lose focus.”
The guard smiled obsequiously, “I understand, won’t lose focus.”
Even as he said this, once Vice General B led the little soldier inside, the guards nearby yawned lazily, their drowsiness deepened.
With the Vice General inside the main tent, security was sufficiently high, and the brothers had a chance to sneak in some rest.
Vice General B entered with the little soldier, who, upon raising his head and puffing up his chest, turned out to be none other than the captured Vice General A!
A thunderous snoring roared into their ears. They exchanged glances and bypassed the screen, slipping into the quarters.
Yuan Xin was in a deep sleep, his chest heaving rhythmically, snoring in tempo.
Vice General A’s eyes gleamed with malice as he muttered, “Heaven helps me! He’s taken off his armor—”
Then he grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
If Yuan Xin had been in his armor, protecting his vital spots, they wouldn’t have been able to strike decisively, and he might struggle, alarming the guards outside. To their surprise, Yuan Xin was so compliant, completely unguarded—it was like a lamb waiting for slaughter!
He signaled to Vice General B with a glance. They exchanged understanding looks.
Having supported each other all this time, a simple eye contact was enough to convey their intentions.
Due to Yuan Xin’s usual intimidation, they didn’t dare to rush in boldly to kill; they softened their steps, even holding their breath.
Vice General B was only three steps away from Yuan Xin. Seizing his chance, he swiftly approached.
He covered Yuan Xin’s mouth and nose tightly, flipping onto him to pin his shoulders down with his legs.
Vice General A also moved, pulling out a short dagger hidden in his clothes, a glimmer of cold light slicing through the air as the blade was about to kiss Yuan Xin’s throat.
In his dream, Yuan Xin felt suffocated, pressed down by a heavy weight. Reflexively, he struggled to open his eyes, and there before him were two grotesque faces. A massive fear gripped his heart, and before he could push Vice General B off him, Vice General A had already struck—his blade sliced through Yuan Xin’s throat, blood gushing forth with a spray—
The two were splattered with Yuan Xin’s blood, but they paid no mind. Vice General A pressed harder until the blade lodged into Yuan Xin’s neck bone, then he stopped. Vice General B rolled off, while Vice General A pulled out the dagger and stabbed a few more times into Yuan Xin’s chest—
“Enough, hurry up and clean up and get out!”
Seeing his comrade’s unnecessary cruelty towards the corpse, Vice General B hurriedly intervened.
Yuan Xin was beyond saving; even a heavenly being couldn’t bring him back. Why waste time on such things?
Vice General A begrudgingly stopped, stripping away his blood-stained outer garment, and before leaving, spat on Yuan Xin’s corpse.
Vice General B adjusted his demeanor, his heart pounding like a drum, yet he appeared unfazed.
The guard soldiers caught the scent of blood off the two and raised an eyebrow, about to interrogate.
Vice General B forced a smile, “The General’s in a bad mood; I’ll return with some hemostatic medicine…”
The guard soldier immediately understood, having noticed Yuan Xin’s recent brutality, often beating and punishing others, which had led many to scars after entering.
He looked at Vice General B with sympathetic eyes and didn’t ask further, allowing them to leave.
Just a few steps away, a guard soldier suddenly voiced his surprise.
“Just now… I feel like I didn’t hear any noise from inside the tent?”
Vice General B’s heart jumped at this, but he kept up appearances, though his steps showed some disorder.
At that moment, someone yelled out.
“Quick! Seize them, it’s a trap!”
Upon hearing this from behind, both Vice General B and Vice General A panicked and rudely sprinted forward, crashing into a patrol of soldiers.
Their odd behavior caught the attention of the soldiers, and regardless of the situation, they decided to apprehend them first.
Though both were mighty fighters, two fists couldn’t oppose four hands, and they were soon captured.
As a sense of unease spread, questioning why there was such chaos outside without the General Yuan Xin showing any sign of rage, one brave soul lifted the tent flap, and the overpowering stench of blood turned his face pale. He hurried forward to investigate.
“Ah—”
A sharp and short scream drew everyone’s gaze.
Nie Xun had just fallen asleep when news reached him that the two Vice Generals had murdered General Yuan Xin. Shocked, he disregarded his injuries and insisted on going to see, forcing the military doctor to relent and let two soldiers support him, lest his wound reopen.
Except for certain circumstances, Nie Xun was a very compliant and cooperative patient.
His wound was deep, but after diligently resting and taking medicine, coupled with his young body, he healed quickly.
At this moment, his wound had started to scab. He was occasionally able to walk a few steps.
As long as he didn’t make any sudden moves or have intense emotional reactions, he should be fine.
“Why did you murder the General?”
Nie Xun gazed at Yuan Xin’s corpse, a mixture of horror and dread in his eyes.
Vice General A’s handiwork was vicious; Yuan Xin’s neck was nearly severed, his lower half on the bed, his upper half hanging off the side, head drooping due to the suspension, exposing a bloody, mangled cross-section, blood flowing everywhere. Yuan Xin was dead, and in death, his eyes remained wide open, fixed on the tent ceiling.
The two Vice Generals were bound, looking pale, their once valiant appearance lost in disarray.
Vice General A struggled, drenched in sweat, and turned to Nie Xun, “Military Adviser, it’s not I who wished to kill him; Yuan Xin wouldn’t let me live! If I hadn’t done this, I would have been the one to die tomorrow!”
