The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 1985: Bitter wine enters my throat, my heart aches

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Late night, candlelight flickered in Ling Feng's military tent.

At this time, Ling Feng was sitting in front of the case table and drinking. He didn't say a word, only the sound of pouring and drinking reverberated in the military tent.

A soldier made a report outside the door, and after seeing no response for a long time, he walked in.

I saw Ling Feng's face flushed red, and he fell to the ground in a languid manner, still not putting down the wine in his hand.

"General, Major General, he... is preparing the horse, won't you send it off?"

Ling Feng looked up at his own soldier and gave a wry smile: "What's the use of sending it? It's nothing, it depends on his good fortune!"

After that, he didn't give the soldier a chance to continue speaking, and threw him out.

The soldier didn't notice that Ling Feng's eye sockets were gradually reddening, and there seemed to be something glittering and glittering inside.

Taking a sip of strong wine, Ling Feng looked up at the ceiling of the military tent and muttered to himself: "Ying'er, I am ashamed of your entrustment. This time, I really can't protect ours. Baby."

"It's not because I dare not confront the lord, but we all know that this time, only Feiyang is the most suitable for this task. How can the gains and losses of a family be the gains and losses of a city and a country?"

"His Majesty Shenzong treated me very well back then. My Ling's family has taken care of his descendants and bowed their heads. Don't worry, when Chen Fan sits on the throne in the future, I will definitely go down and look for you. At that time, our family! "

"Reunion!"

After that, after drunk the wine in his hand, Ling Feng raised his head and became drunk.

At the same time, Chen Fan was drinking in his military account.

And he drank more fiercely than Ling Feng, and he was even more guilty than Ling Feng.

He knew that to let Ling Feiyang go to Mincheng at this time would undoubtedly push him into the fire pit.

Previously, Chen Fan said that there is a 90% chance that Ling Feiyang will not come back. In fact, this is a conservative estimate.

Basically this time, there will be no chance to meet again.

For a long time, Chen Fan regarded Ling Feiyang as his friend, brother, and subordinate that he cultivated carefully.

Now that he has to assign such a dangerous task to the opponent, how can he not suffer in his heart.

But among the younger generation, who else can replace Ling Feiyang?

It's okay for the sacred machine to strategize in the rear. If you go to the front, Ling Fei will definitely not be alert.

Long Erlong Yan does not understand the danger and the tricks of war.

As for the other younger generations, they are still not experienced enough. Chen Fan can't let the older generations of generals carry out tasks, so who will lead the remaining army?

So no matter how you look at it, Ling Feiyang is the best choice, but it is precisely because of this that it is the most heartbreaking.

When a group of carefully serving Weng Yan saw the expression of Young Master, he couldn't bear it, but he didn't understand the military affairs, so he could only stand aside carefully at this time, trying to comfort Chen Fan. .

Raising his head and drank a large altar of spirits again, Chen Fan exchanged Weng Yan and asked Ling Feiyang if he had ever left the camp and learned that the other party was about to leave.

"Young Master, aren't you going to send off General Feiyang, he should really want to see you at this time."

After hearing this, Chen Fan laughed at himself, and looked at Weng Yan drunkly.

"Uncle Weng, now I personally push him down the fire pit. If Feiyang can blame me, maybe I can feel better in my heart, but he is so calm, it makes me feel ashamed. At this time, how am I embarrassed to go? See him?"

Take out a jade slip from his arms, which is branded with one name after another.

These are all the names of the soldiers who died by his side, as well as the names of all the friends and brothers who had been separated by Chen Fan along the way.

Chen Fan is already innumerable, and some of them have forgotten even their appearance.

But what he can't forget is the piercing pain.

He once asked himself why so many people died, but he did not die.

Unfortunately, Chen Fan has no answer.