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Chapter 109 Yuwen Chenglong: Everyone Loves Gold, Not Brothers

"That's enough, let's go."

With a slight effort, Lü Xiao tore his already tattered Goguryeo armor to shreds, leaving only half of it.

He picked up another sword, drew it, and casually tossed it into the grass beside him, leaving only an empty scabbard hanging at his waist.

Since he's playing the role of a deserter who has lost his armor and weapons, this disheveled appearance is perfectly reasonable.

"I was ready a long time ago!"

Pei Yuanqing stretched his limbs, producing a series of crackling sounds.

"They've taken it again!"

Yuwen Chenglong rubbed his hands together, his face full of excitement.

He knew he hadn't followed the wrong person, even though following Lü Xiao meant risking his life every time, facing near-death experiences.

But the reward was also quite substantial, enough to make him roam freely in the Sui Dynasty.

If this attempt by the eighteen men to storm Pyongyang succeeds...

He couldn't even imagine how history would record it; it would surely be a significant and detailed account.

His name, Yuwen Chenglong, will be remembered for eternity, alongside that of Lü Xiao.

"Filial piety~"

Prince Aoyu stood to one side, his tall and imposing figure making him stand out from the crowd.

With such a conspicuous physique, he was really not suitable to blend into the defeated army as a deserter, so he could only helplessly stay in the rear and wait for an opportunity.

Seeing that Yuwen Chenglong was about to personally risk his life, he couldn't help but shout out, his tone revealing a hint of worry.

"brother!"

Yuwen Chenglong was so moved that he jumped up and hugged Ao Yu's thick waist, tears instantly welling up in his eyes.

It's so touching!

His father, Yuwen Huaji, only ever scolded him and never told him to be careful.

And a fish that we've only just met, and even has a language barrier.

They care about me so much; this friendship is stronger than gold!

"Don't be so self-satisfied; you just still owe him money."

Pei Yuanqing walked over and poked Yuwen Chenglong with his finger, shattering his illusions without mercy.

Yuwen Chenglong was despised by everyone, and no one in this world would genuinely care about his life or death except his creditors.

"Really?"

Yuwen Chenglong was stunned for a moment, then looked at the giant turtle with teary eyes, still holding a sliver of hope in his heart.

"✓~"

The ao fish nodded solemnly, its eyes clear and firm.

Only by returning alive can he repay the hefty bounty.

If I die, who will I ask for the money from?

"Dry!"

Yuwen Chenglong jumped off the turtle instantly, his tears, which had been welling up, stopped abruptly, and the emotion on his face instantly turned into anger.

Bai was so excited, he thought he had met a kindred spirit.

Turns out they're all a bunch of guys who love gold more than their brothers!

How cold and heartless the world is!

"Let's go."

Lu Xiao watched the farce with great interest, a smile playing on his lips, and took the first step.

With a lively character like Yuwen Chenglong around, at least the team atmosphere won't be dull or oppressive.

Just like this time when eighteen people stormed Pyongyang, even in such a life-or-death moment, he managed to make things much easier.

This greatly enlivened the pre-war atmosphere, preventing everyone from becoming too tense.

Li Jing then mounted his warhorse, leaving some men to defend the water fortress before resuming troop deployment.

Lü Xiao and his men entered Pyongyang with the aim of seizing the city gates.

If successful, the cavalry will then take over and quickly seize the city gates and key passages to allow the remaining troops to enter the city.

Therefore, they also have to be prepared at all times.

Pyongyang, the capital of Goguryeo, was at this moment filled with an atmosphere of extravagance and laxity.

The person stationed here was not King Go Won of Goguryeo, but his younger brother Go Geonmu.

With the war raging in Liaodong, Emperor Gao Yuan, as the ruler of the country, naturally had to personally go to the front lines to boost morale.

Given the precedent of the Sui army's surprise attack by water, Gao Yuan deliberately left his most trusted brother, Gao Jianwu, to guard the area.

It was for both the defense of the capital and the stabilization of morale in the rear.

At this moment, Gao Jianwu was enjoying himself in the palace.

He held a jade cup filled with fine wine in his left hand and embraced a stunningly beautiful woman with his right, his fingertips lingering on her delicate skin.

In the center of the main hall, a group of dancers swayed gracefully in light gauze, their figures alluring.

It's dazzling and captivating.

boom!

The heavy palace gates were suddenly pushed open, and a general in full armor burst in, interrupting the merriment inside the hall.

Upon seeing this, Gao Jianwu frowned slightly, stood up abruptly, but managed a smile on his face.

"Zuo Xiong, what's wrong with you? Come on, don't look so serious, let's have a few drinks!"

"This humble general only wishes to remind you, General, not to forget the important task entrusted to you by His Majesty, and not to indulge in this life of pleasure and debauchery!"

Zuo Xiong glanced at the scantily clad dancers in the hall with disgust, suppressed his anger, and bowed, speaking in a deep voice.

As a fellow general who remained in Pyongyang, he was extremely disappointed with Gao Jianwu's performance.

Faced with a formidable enemy, Gao Jianwu not only failed to set an example by personally leading the troops in preparation for war.

Instead, he spent his days indulging in banquets for the city's generals in the palace, living a life of debauchery.

If the Sui Dynasty army were to attack from the Paesui River again, could Pyongyang still hold out?

"You're overthinking things."

Gao Jianwu shook his head dismissively, picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, his tone carrying a hint of contempt.

"The Sui people were clever, but were we Goguryeo people stupid? Having learned our lesson once, how could we repeat it?"

"On the other side of the Pae River, there is a water fortress blocking the way in front and a land fortress defending the rear, making it as solid as a rock."

"The Sui army has been here for quite some time, but they've only been observing from their ships, showing no intention of attacking at all!"

"Yes, General Zuo Xiong, come, come, let's drink and have some fun together. Why bother with troubles?"

The other generals in the seats also got up drunk and tried to pull Zuo Xiong back to his seat, their words full of persuasion.

"Get out of here!"

Zuo Xiong suddenly flung his hand, shoving the general so hard he stumbled.

Looking at this group of good-for-nothings, he felt a surge of anger, yet also a profound sense of powerlessness.

Unfortunately, he was just a military man, his official rank was lower than these generals, and his status was far inferior to Gao Jianwu's.

His current situation perfectly illustrates the saying "a person of low status has little influence."

Finally, Zuo Xiong withdrew his gaze, sighed deeply, and turned to leave the palace in disappointment.

Instead of wasting our breath here, we should take a few more walks around the city walls.

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

Seeing that the spoilsport had finally left, Gao Jianwu waved his hand impatiently and continued to enjoy himself with the beauty in his arms.

Soon, the dancers began to sway their graceful figures again, and the music resumed.

Inside the main hall, the scene of clinking glasses, singing, and dancing was restored once again.

Zuo Xiong led several guards to the city wall, his eyes warily gazing southwest.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly as he saw many figures appearing on the distant horizon.

They were rushing towards Pyongyang in a disheveled state.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the men were dressed in the uniforms of Goguryeo soldiers.