What?"
"Are you talking about Ji Junli? He's still alive. He's at the back. You can see it when you turn the corner." A voice beside him said gently and authentically.
Guo Yao'er was in an anxious mood and hurriedly stood up and walked back. After taking two steps, he heard two of his subordinates exclaiming in unison: "General! Be careful!"
Only then did Guo Yao'er react. He suddenly took half a step back and reached out to hold down the sword.
"Who?" he shouted sharply.
Only then did he realize that the person who had spoken just now was sitting next to a group of prisoners. This person was wearing a gray-white military robe with a coiled collar, and there were long knives and iron bones hanging on the left and right sides of his waist.
Because the pan-collared military robe was a common color among the Jin army, several of the prisoners were dressed like this. So this man sat peacefully, and under the cover of night, Guo Yao'er didn't notice it.
Seeing Guo Jie'er's alert posture, the man chuckled twice, stood up and walked under the firelight.
It turned out to be a tall young man with a tired face, deep eye sockets, and sharp but unassuming eyes. The young man bowed his hands and saluted, and spoke with a Monan border accent: "Is this General Guo Yao'er who is under Yang Dutong's command?"
"I am Guo Jie'er."
"I've seen you for a long time, and it's a pleasure to meet you." The young man nodded slightly and said, "I am Guo Ning from Changzhou. I take the liberty of asking you to come here because I want to negotiate terms."
Guo Yao'er cautiously took another half step back: "Changzhou Guo Ning? You are Guo Liulang from Changzhou Wushabao!"
Chapter completed!