The people in the Song Dynasty who fought in Xiangyang were ashamed.

In a word, simple.

Lin Chong's eyes suddenly turned red and he was about to cry.

The tragic situation of that year has made him wake up in his sleep countless times. The piles of corpses... the burning military flag...

His master would probably have passed away more than ten years ago if he hadn't left a hidden disease during the Battle of Xiangyang.

If you don’t complain in your heart, it is naturally fake.

Now that Zhao Dongting said this, the resentment in his heart disappeared in an instant. Only a strong sigh and emotion remained.

The violent fluctuations in his mood almost made him unable to suppress his emotions.

Zhao Dongting looked at the young master who was still fainting on the ground and those hired servants, "Pull them out and hang them all in the port for two days, don't die, just suffer some hardship. In the future, those who dare to be arrogant and dominate in Leizhou and the land of the Great Song Dynasty will be role models."

"yes!"

From Lu Xiufu down, all the ministers agreed and dared not say a word.
Chapter completed!