Chapter 728: Song Jiang, Humble to the Dust

"Brother Gongming, you are too kind. I, Zhu Wen, am just a humble man. How can I be a hero?"

"However, since Brother Song thinks so highly of me, I, Zhu Wen, will definitely not let you down."

"From now on, the Liangshan brothers under Brother Gongming will obey my orders!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wen burst into laughter and clinked his glass with Song Jiang.

The Yellow Turban Army under his command is very precious to him. Now that there are suckers who are willing to be cannon fodder, how could he despise them?

"General Zhu, thank you so much! We, the brothers of Liangshan, have been displaced and looked down upon since we were defeated by the Duke of Zhenguo last time."

"To be taken in by the general today is like having a new parent. I, Song Gongming, swear here that I will do my best to help the general achieve his great cause!"

After hearing this, Song Jiang's eyes turned slightly red, as if he was infected by this heroic spirit.

She just acted according to the situation. Tears came to her eyes easily. Liu Bei had to give her a thumbs up when he saw it.

As he spoke, Song Jiang stood up and bowed deeply to Zhu Wen with an extremely sincere attitude.

Upon seeing this, Liangshan leaders such as Wu Yong, Hua Rong, and Liu Tang also stood up and saluted to express their loyalty.

"Brother Gongming, you and I both know that it is difficult for weak people like us to survive in this chaotic world on our own. Only by uniting as one can we work together for a great plan."

"Now, the Wuzhou Yellow Turban Army and the Liangshan brothers have joined forces, and their strength (the number of cannon fodder has increased dramatically) has greatly increased. We have a better chance of winning against that Zhenguogong Su Ye."

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaobai smiled slightly and interrupted at the right time.

He also wanted to use Song Jiang and other members of Liangshan as cannon fodder.

The only difference between them is that Zhu Wen and the Yellow Turban Army under his command, including the nearly 100,000 Yellow Turban Army under Niu Mo in Taiyuan Prefecture, are also cannon fodder candidates in his mind!
"Mr. Jiang is right. Although I, Song Jiang, am a rough man, I also understand the principle of the lips and teeth being cold."

"From now on, we Liangshan and the Yellow Turban Army of Wuzhou are comrades in the same boat. We will stand together through thick and thin and create a common future!"

Song Jiang nodded repeatedly, his eyes flashing with excitement.

The clinking of wine glasses made a crisp sound, heralding the birth of a new alliance.

However, behind the laughter and joy, there are their own calculations and ambitions.

Song Jiang, the former leader of Liangshan, has now officially become a pawn in the hands of others.

But no matter what, he has already embarked on this road of no return, and he can only go all the way to the end without any way to turn back.

The banquet did not end until late at night.

Song Jiang, a little drunk, returned to the temporary camp with his Liangshan brothers.

After the banquet, Zhu Wen and Zhu Jiuyin continued to discuss their next plan in the secret room.

Although the addition of Song Jiang and others has enhanced their strength, the real challenge is still ahead.

Duke Zhenguo Su Ye, the name that made the entire Yellow Turban Army tremble in fear, is the target they will eventually face.

"Brother Jiuyin, do you think Song Jiang is really as loyal as he appears to be?"

Zhu Wen played with the wine glass in his hand, his eyes flickering and his tone was a little playful.

"Brother Zhu, loyalty? In this chaotic world, how many people can truly be loyal?"

"Although Song Jiang has some abilities, he is ultimately a down-and-out man. He came to us just to find a way to survive."

Zhu Jiuyin chuckled and leaned forward slightly, as if enjoying this discussion about human nature. "Humph, a way out? Does he think that he can rest easy just by clinging to us?"

"A bunch of broken-back dogs are worthy? He and his Liangshan bandits are only worthy of being used as pawns in our hands, a bunch of cheap cannon fodder to consume the Hengzhou Army!"

Zhu Wen snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"A chess piece has its uses. Although Song Jiang is cunning, as long as we control him properly, he can play an unexpected role."

"After all, the Liangshan bandits under his command are all experienced warriors, not as good as the best, but better than the worst. This force is enough to cause a lot of trouble to the grassroots Hengzhou."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jiuyin curled up a strange smile. He slowly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the dark night sky outside, and spoke in a long tone.

"Of course, that's all they can do!"

"But we can't let our guard down. Song Jiang is an ambitious man after all. Once he feels that he has grown strong enough, there is no guarantee that he won't turn around and bite us."

Zhu Wen nodded, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

"So, what we have to do is to use him and guard against him at the same time."

"For now, we need to give him enough sweetness to make him feel that following us is his only way out."

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Zhu Jiuyin turned around with an unpredictable look on his face.

The two men smiled at each other, as if they had already seen the magnificent battle in the future in which Song Jiang and his Liangshan brothers would rush towards their destined fate like moths to a flame.

In their eyes, Song Jiang and the Liangshan group are just supporting roles in a big drama, and they are the real protagonists of this drama.

In both Zhu Wen's words and deeds, neither Zhu Jiuyin considered Song Jiang and the Liangshan group behind him as their own people, and they had always intended to use Song Jiang and the Liangshan group as cannon fodder.

On the other side, the moonlight was like water, gently falling on the winding lakes, sparkling, as if covering this new habitat with a layer of silver gauze.

After days of travel, Song Jiang, Wu Yong and others finally arrived at the habitat prepared by Zhu Wen and Jiang Xiaobai for the Liangshan group under the guidance of Zhu Wen and Jiang Xiaobai.

A group of lakes and swamps with lots of reeds in the water.

In the darkness of night, the Liangshan heroes sat around the campfire, their faces filled with rare peace and hope.

"Oh, this place is truly a gift from heaven!"

"Thinking of my brothers from Liangshan, how heroic we were when we drank and talked happily in the gathering hall!"

"Although we have gone through many twists and turns, it is fate that cannot be defied. It is a blessing that we can be reunited here!"

Song Jiang stood by the lake, looking at the vast water in front of him, feeling deeply moved. He turned around and said to his Liangshan brothers behind him.

"I never thought that I, Song Jiang, would have this day."

Then Song Jiang sighed softly, his eyes gently swept across the surrounding lake, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Although this place is not the old place where we started the uprising, it still has some traces of Liangshanpo. From now on, this will be our new starting point, the new Liangshan!"

He walked slowly to the lake, looked at the reeds swaying in the wind, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

"Brother, you are right. This place has vast waters and dense reeds. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is indeed a perfect place for refuge."

"Moreover, the waterways extend in all directions, and we can move forward and backward freely. It is truly a heaven-sent marriage."

Wu Yong gently waved his feather fan, looked far-reachingly, and continued.

(End of this chapter)