During the siege that day, the Song army failed to capture Tengcheng in one go, but because they captured Teng Hu, the monarch of Teng Kingdom, this was also a victory for the Song army.

However, the Montessori tribe was not happy because their family, Sima Mengqing, was seriously injured.

"Sima..."

"Uncle Meng Qing..."

"Meng Qing..."

Amid the shouts of the tribe members, Meng Qing was carried to the tent by Meng Wu and Meng Zhi, and no one dared to touch the sharp sword on Meng Qing's chest.

"Meng Qing, I have sent someone to invite Mr. Wang's doctor..."

Sitting in front of Meng Qing's grass shop, Mengwu comforted her with a silence.

Hearing this, a few bitter smiles appeared on Meng Zhi's face, because he knew very well that a wound like him would not be saved unless he was a god.

"My injury..."

Meng Qing shook his head, then took out the talisman with the texture of the beast horn from his arms, and said to Meng Wu: "Young Master, I want to ask you to be a witness..."

Meng Wu certainly understood what it meant. After sighing, he nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Meng Qing turned his head to look at the people of the tribes in the tent, and finally fixed his eyes on his younger brother Meng Zhi, and said in a deep voice: "Meng Zhi, come forward."

A trace of gloom flashed in Meng Zhi's eyes, and he walked to the grass shop and knocked on the ground with one knee.

Meng Qing looked at the people in the tent again and said in a deep voice: "Meng Zhi, although he is my younger brother, he has been through a long battle and is no less brave than me. Now I recommend him to succeed to his Sima position. Do you have any objections?"

All the clansmen of the chariot level in the tent shook their heads.

Seeing this, Meng Qing handed the talisman in his hand to Meng Zhi and instructed in a deep voice: "Azhi, after I die, you will be the Sima of my Meng family. You are a dull person and you will be more steady in the future, assisting the young sect leader, so that my Meng family will prosper."

"Affect your brother's orders." Meng Zhi endured the grief and took the talisman with both hands.

Beside him, the young sect leader Meng Wu also comforted with a sad tone: "Meng Qing, don't worry, Meng Zhi will definitely be able to take on the position of Sima..."

Meng Qing nodded, then looked at the crowd in the tent again, and after breathing a little, he asked, "My son, Ahu, and Meng Bo's younger brother Meng Zhong, where are they?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Hu came out of the crowd. Meng Zhong and the others came. The former endured the sadness and walked to the grass shop, calling in a trembling voice: "Dad..."

During this period, Meng Zhong also called out in a sad tone: "Uncle Meng Qing..."

Meng Qing nodded, but his eyes turned to Meng Zhong beside Meng Hu. Seeing the latter's sad face, he said with emotion: "A Zhong, your mother entrusted your brother to Uncle Wei, but Uncle failed to protect your brother... Today, I finally had the opportunity to capture Teng Hu, so Uncle Wei can get rid of the guilt in his heart." After a pause, he said: "You don't need to be sad. Uncle Wei is not entirely for your brother, but also for the many tribe members killed by Teng Hu."

After saying that, he turned to look at Meng Zhi and asked, "Where is Teng Hu now?"

Meng Zhi immediately said when he heard this: "He has been imprisoned by his clan members, but he has suffered a severe blow in the back of his head, so he probably hasn't had much time."

"Um." Meng Qing nodded and then said to Meng Zhong: "A Zhong, your brother-killing enemy will be handed over to you. Go and kill Teng Hu and avenge your brother!"

Looking at Meng Qing's sincere eyes, Meng Zhong was so moved that he couldn't speak, his eyes turned red, and he nodded heavily.

Seeing Meng Zhong leave the military tent, Meng Qing turned his gaze to Meng Hu.

At this time, Meng Wu seemed to realize something, waved her hand and greeted the people of the tribes and said, "Let's go down first."

The people of the tribes left one after another, leaving the last time for the father and son.

The father and son looked at each other, and a trace of guilt flashed in Meng Qing's eyes.

As Sima, a family member of the Montessori clan, he believed that he was worthy of his clan members, but he was only worthy of his son because many times he couldn't squeeze out time to accompany him and teach his son.

Until now, his life was about to come to an end, and he finally had time to spend alone with his beloved son.

"Ahu, come here."

Meng Qing waved his hand and asked Meng Hu to walk beside him. Seeing his eyes turned red, he said seriously: "As father... you have seen it too. Life is coming soon. In the future, I will ask you to take care of your mother... I'm sorry for you, mother and son."

As he said that, his eyes also turned slightly red.

Meng Hu held back his tears and saw him shook his head, barely exerting a smile and said, "Dad, you are so brave today... The child will tell his mother about your courage and tell her that the child's father is a man who stands tall and upright..."

"Really?" Meng Qing asked in surprise.

Meng Hu nodded vigorously and gestured with his hands, "Dad, today, everyone has seen your brave figure. You are the pride of your child. In the future, the child will also be a man who stands upright like your father..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Meng Qing felt relieved and laughed loudly. Then, he looked at Meng Hu and said softly: "Ahu, let's hug you for your father..."

As if he had a premonition, Meng Hu held back his tears and leaned beside his father, so that the latter could hug him.

At this time, my father's intermittent advice said: "You are more brave and less intelligent. In the future, you should ask A Zhong more about this, A Sui..."

"yes……"

"Also, take good care of your mother..."

"yes……"

Gradually, my father's advice became weaker and weaker, and eventually disappeared.

At this time, Meng Hu could no longer help but feel sad in his heart, and he leaned on his father's chest and howled and cried.

At the same time, Meng Zhong had arrived at the place where Teng Hu was detained under the guidance of several tribe members.

It was a cage made of wood. Teng Hu, the monarch of Teng Kingdom, was lying in the prison leaning against the cage. When he heard the footsteps of someone approaching, he turned around and looked over.

"Are you...who are you here to see me for the soldiers?"

Seeing Meng Zhong, a 14-year-old boy, Teng Hu asked curiously.

Hearing this, Meng Zhong shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I am the one who came to take your life."

While speaking, he looked at Teng Hu carefully and saw that Teng Hu's face turned pale and almost bloodless. It was probably because of excessive bleeding.

"oh?"

A few surprises flashed across Teng Hu's face. After touching the back of his head that had been simply bandaged, he smiled weakly: "The soldiers who bandaged me once said that someone would come to take my life. I had thought it was Dai Yan, the monarch of your Song State, but I didn't expect it to be a teenage baby..."

After saying that, he looked up and down at Meng Zhong a few times and joked, "Does old man Jing Zi allow you to kill me? I thought he would use me to seek credit from King Song... Well, do you know who Jing Zi I was talking about?"

"Military Sima Jingzhi, I know." Meng Zhong said calmly: "That military Sima has accused me of dealing with you... because Hui'an is my righteous brother."

"Fu'an?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Teng Hu's eyes, and then he looked at Meng Zhong and said lightly: "The important minister around Song Wangyan, it turns out that's it. It seems that you are not an ordinary person."

After saying that, the weak, he changed to a more comfortable position and lay down casually: "Don't you do it?"

Meng Zhong looked at Teng Hu silently, and finally sat down in front of Teng Hu through the cage.

Seeing this, Teng Hu's heart flashed with surprise. After looking up and down at Meng Zhong for a few times, he suddenly asked: "What kind of relatives do you have? Do you die at my hands? Or at the hands of my soldiers in Teng Kingdom."

"It was my brother Meng Bo, who was killed by you." Meng Zhong replied calmly: "It was two years ago when my brother served in the army and followed the royal army to attack Teng Kingdom. At that time, my brother was only fifteen years old and was about to make a marriage. The other party was a woman named "Yu" from the Fahrenheit clan. Although I have never seen it, it is said to be a very gentle and beautiful woman..."

"Hua Yu?" Teng Hu muttered, nodded and said, "It sounds like it is the name of a graceful and virtuous woman."

Speaking of this, he looked at Meng Zhong and asked curiously: "Why tell me this?"

"Don't you want to know what kind of people are those who died at your hands?" Meng Zhong asked back.

"..." Teng Hu looked at Meng Zhong deeply, then shook his head and said, "It's meaningless... For you, that's a good brother, but for me, that's the enemy of Teng Country. I won't feel any sin because of killing him. In order to protect my people, I will kill all enemies who invade our country, even children as old as you..."

"But you still failed." Meng Zhong said calmly.

Teng Hu's expression suddenly stopped hearing this, looked up at the dim sky, and murmured, "Yes, I failed..." After that, he turned to look at Meng Zhong and said seriously, "But even so, my Teng Kingdom will still not surrender. I also have two younger brothers, one is Teng Qi and the other is Teng Hao. I once told them that if I die in battle, they will be the monarch of Teng Kingdom. My Teng Kingdom will never surrender to the King of Song..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized that there was only a teenager in front of him, so he shook his head ridiculously: "Go, why am I telling you this?"

At this moment, a crying sounded in the camp, which was Meng Hu's voice.

Hearing this cry, Meng Zhong lowered his head sadly.

Seeing this, Teng Hu asked curiously: "Is there another person you are familiar with dead?"

"It's Sima Mengqing, my family of Montessori, and my uncle, and the one who captures you." Meng Zhong replied.

"So it's him." Teng Hu was stunned when he heard this, and then praised: "That's such a warrior, an amazing guy!"

As he said that, he changed into a more relaxed position again, and then reminded Meng Zhong in an increasingly weak tone: "Don't you still do it? If you don't do it, you will miss the opportunity to kill your brother's enemy..."

Meng Zhong looked at Teng Hu and slowly pulled out the sharp sword from his waist, but in the end, he still put the drawn sword back.

Seeing this scene, Teng Hu's eyes showed a little strange color.

"Silly." He looked up at the night sky and murmured: "People like you shouldn't have set foot in such a righteous war... However, are you and your brothers involved?... This damn world!"

Gradually, his eyes lost their anger.

On the eighth day of the 19th year of King Yan of Song Dynasty, Teng Hu, the monarch of Teng Kingdom, died in battle.

Sima Mengqing, a family of the Montessori clan, died in battle.
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