Last night, he took two people to scout. In the valley ten miles away, they ran into a group of Hun horsemen, more than thirty people in total.
He asked his companions to go back and report the news, while he stayed to distract the enemy.
He exchanged his life for information.
The Huns have a small force gathering.
But when Li Jiang got the news, his first reaction was not to be defensive, but to be afraid that his superiors would hold him accountable for his poor defense.
As a result, Lu Yuan became the useless person who couldn't do things well.
Two of his companions were also tied to camp pillars and beaten to death by Li Jiang on the charge of "escaping from battle."
Rain washed over Lu Yuan's face, and his vision was blurred.
He only saw Li Jiang's muddy boots dangling in front of his eyes.
"Drag him away." Li Jiang's voice was full of disgust, "throw him into a mass grave outside the city. Let him keep vigil for me until he dies!"
Mass graves.
That's where the dead are buried outside the city.
At night, there will be more wild dogs and wolves than there are living people.
Going there to keep vigil is no different from being directly executed.
This is to kill him.
A soldier stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Lu Yuan's hair, and lifted him up from the muddy water.
Severe pain shot through his scalp.
Lu Yuan's body was as soft as a pile of mud, and he dragged him to the ground, leaving a long mark. Gravel and grass roots rubbed against his face.
Consciousness is withdrawing little by little.
The surrounding sounds are getting farther and farther away.
The sound of rain, laughter, and Li Jiang's vicious curses.
The world seemed to be plunged into icy black water.
Lu Yuan felt like he was sinking, into an endless place.
He is dying.
