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Ten miles away from the big willow tree village, on a small hillside. Nearly a thousand people were stationed around the hillside. White simple tents densely covered the slope.
Inside one of the tents, a fierce argument suddenly erupted.
Kui Tuo's face was flushed with anger, his thick beard unable to hide it: "Are you sending me to my death?!"
He glared at Zhang Ye furiously, wishing he could beat the crap out of this bastard if he had been able to.
"Take it easy, take it easy." Zhang Ye quickly sidled up to Kui Tuo to carefully placate him.
This was one of the few capable generals under his command; he couldn't afford to fall out with him.
"If I really wanted to harm you, would I give you something as precious as a Zuming Talisman?" Zhang Ye looked at the dull-colored scroll in his hand with a pained expression.
"It was the higher-ups who ordered me to send someone, I had no choice." Zhang Ye showed a bitter face.
