The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"He... won!"

"Big guy!"

Hearing this, the eyes of everyone present turned red.

As the commander in chief of the armed forces, when he said these three words, everyone knew what it meant?

Dashuai seems to be older...

But Chen Tang's waist was straighter than before.

"Bring paper and pen!"

"Marshal, what do you want to write, you dictate, and I will write it for you!"

"No, I'm going to write it myself."

Soon the long table of paper and pens was placed in front of him, and Chen Tang stood up.

He picked up his pen.

"Chen Tang, the guilty minister, failed His Majesty's entrustment, and failed to complete the great cause of defeating Zhao. The 20 army lost troops and generals, and was exhausted..."

"cough!"

"cough!"

After writing a few words, Chen Tang coughed continuously.

"Big guy!"

"Stop writing, you haven't reached this point yet!"

People's eyes were red, and they were about to cry, because they all knew that this was their commander-in-chief, who was about to leave a last letter!

But Chen Tang continued to write, his hands began to shake, and his handwriting became sloppy, but he was still writing.

"Zhao Guo is a general named Wang Kang. This son is treacherous, scheming, scheming, and scheming. He is the most difficult person I have encountered in the army."

"Sinner, death is not a pity, but I hope His Majesty will pay attention to it. If this son is not removed, it will definitely be a big trouble for our country..."

"cough!"

"cough!"

The repeated dry coughs even caused him to spray a mouthful of blood on the paper, staining it red, but he still insisted on writing...

"Big guy!"

"Big guy!"

Someone has already cried out in pain.

"This defeat is due to me alone. I will do my best to kill as many enemies as possible, die in battle, and serve the country with my own body. After I leave, I hope you can forgive my family for the sake of my many years of fighting. People don’t want to be rich and powerful, they just want to be safe..."

"cough!"

"cough!"

Coughing while writing, this is a must-write, and it is a blood book!

There is only one core written in it, no matter what the result is, it must be cleared before Wang Kang has really formed!

This is not only his obsession, but also his deep feeling!

He never thought that he would have this day. He had an army of 20, but he was defeated miserably by an unknown year of weak champions.

His schemes are endless, and the depth of his schemes is simply unimaginable.

Chen Tang suddenly remembered something, it seemed that Wang Kang had never fought him head-on since the beginning of the war!

He has always been on the defensive side.

But he won the attacking side, which can explain everything...

"Chen Tang must write!"

When the last four characters fell, Chen Tang let out a long breath, blood staining his clothes!

But his complexion seems to have recovered a little.

"Han Jian!"

"The end is here!"

Chen Tang carefully folded the letter and sent it to Han Jian.

"Marshal, I won't leave, I want to stay!"

Han Jian already understood what Chen Tang meant.

"Take this letter and take your men under your command to attack. This letter must be handed over to His Majesty!"

"Marshal, take it with you personally, and I will definitely send you out!"

"I'm not going, and I can't go!"

Chen Tang said in a deep voice: "Wang Kang and I have never had a real face-to-face confrontation. This is an opportunity!"

"Even if I die! I will die on the battlefield!"

"Big guy!"

"Big guy!"

Everyone wept uncontrollably!

"Han Jian, how long have you been with me?"

Han Jian cried, "It's been 11 years, sir! It's been 11 years!"

"11 years..."

Chen Tang's eyes were deep, as if he was reminiscing.

"I vaguely remember that I just recruited you at that time, and now you have become generals."

Chen Tang said: "My two generals are you and Dong Xian!"