The Transmigrated Life of a Salty Fish Family

Chapter 836 The Rebel King Died Silently

The rebel king spat out another mouthful of blood, gasping for breath, and listened clearly but vaguely to the noise in the tent. He wanted to tell them to get out, but he couldn't utter a word.

There was only more disordered breathing and a clearer pain in the chest.

"The only solution now is to conceal the king's death and keep it a secret." One of the Third Prince's staff said in a deep voice: "During this bloody battle, the army must not leak any news, otherwise, the army's morale will be weakened and they will surely be defeated!"

Rebel King: Bastard! I am not dead yet!

The Third Young Master's aide wanted to say something but was interrupted by the Second Young Master's aide.

"The Western Rong have sent a message that they will soon join our army. The barbarians outside the Great Wall may harbor ulterior motives if they learn of the incident. We must be on guard!" His face was filled with grief, and he spoke loudly, "First, the crown prince was humiliated and died on the battlefield, and then the king was killed by the rebellious army of Guanzhou. They killed their father and brother, and we cannot forgive each other! This hatred can only be avenged with blood!

However, the army cannot be without a commander, and Xizhou cannot be without a master. The Crown Prince has passed away, and the Second Young Master is the eldest. For the sake of the overall situation and to inherit the King's lifelong ambition, Second Young Master, please do not waste time, and turn your grief into strength to shoulder the weight of Xizhou!"

Rebel King: The second brother wants to become the lord of Xizhou just by virtue of being the eldest. He is dreaming.

The Fourth Prince's staff was not to be outdone, and they spoke quickly and loudly, "Everyone, the king promised before the battle today that you would be rewarded handsomely and given a title of nobility. Now that you are in the army, you are here to kill and fight. You should do extraordinary things in extraordinary times. The arguments of seniority and juniority are not enough to convince people. We are wasting our time here arguing. Why don't we follow the king's old agreement and compare our strengths and weaknesses based on military merits!"

He glanced around, his tone mixed with clear ferocity: "The soldiers fought bloody battles, and if the rear is unstable, chaos will arise."

"We are strong together, but weak apart."

"If the Fourth Young Master is willing to serve the new master, he must have no second thoughts if he loses to his two elder brothers. If the Fourth Young Master is lucky enough to win, it is truly a blessing from heaven. This method is fair and can reassure the ministers and stabilize the morale of the army!"

Rebel King: The fourth child has no seniority, nor does he have as much power as the third child's mother's family. He can only rely on his courage and fight to the death.

Good! Good! Whoever kills Yunyan at that time, slaughters Huju, and flattens Guanzhou will be the king of Xizhou and the master of the future!

The rebel king was excited and vomited a lot of blood.

Just opening his mouth was not enough; it overflowed from his nose and ears.

The military doctor kneeling on the ground wanted to step forward, but was stopped by his colleagues next to him, who shook their heads at him.

At this critical moment, I dare not move at all.

Right now in this tent, the three young masters are fighting for power, and the situation is tense. Once they make a move, it will surely attract everyone's attention.

It's not a good thing.

At this time, it is better to be still than to move.

Just keep your head down and pretend to be dead.

“Ho…ho…” the rebel king made an unwilling sound.

His mouth and nose were filled with blood, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense.

His eyes had rolled back.

But no one noticed his abnormality?

No, maybe they noticed it, but at this moment, his sons and the ambitious people in the tent wanted him to die even more!!!

The quarrel became louder.

More people joined in.

In the bustling royal tent, only the rebel king's place was like a cut corner.

The king is not dead yet!

My king, I don’t want to die yet!

The great cause has not been accomplished yet, and there is an interruption!

I...hate it so much!

From the time he was shot to the time he died, the lord of Xizhou couldn't utter a single word.

All the resentment in my heart dissipated in my unwilling sobs.

No venting allowed!

There were several verbal battles.

The three forces in the king's tent finally reached a consensus.

In order to reassure the army and prevent trouble from the Western Rong, the death was kept secret.

On the battlefield, everyone relies on their own abilities.

The one with the bigger fist becomes the big brother, and the one who loses becomes the younger brother!

……

Li Xuemei saw it more clearly from the city wall.

The anti-army seems to have undergone some changes.

And the changes are becoming more and more obvious.

The two sides were originally fighting against each other. The Guanzhou army was gradually exhausted. The equally matched enemy seemed to have rekindled their fighting spirit and became more radical and crazy!

Li Xuemei didn't understand why this change happened, but it didn't stop her from making the most correct response.

Arrange all the small crossbow beds in a matrix around the large crossbow bed.

They are staggered to avoid affecting the arrow's trajectory.

It reduced the time she spent walking back and forth.

It also made it easier for everyone to hear her instructions. The crossbow matrix exerted its maximum efficiency and power in Li Xuemei's hands.

Even so, they were only able to barely hold back this wave of fierce offensive by the rebels.

The soldiers facing the enemy below felt it even more deeply.

More and more enemies rushed towards the prince.

When one group of people dies, there will be another group.

There will always be people who come forward to fill the gap of devouring flesh and blood.

The rebel army and the Guanzhou army all gathered here without any prior agreement.

Looking down from a high place, the location of the general's flag centered on the Prince of England is the key to the entire battle and the place that must be fought for.

Both sides fought desperately, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The only differences between people at this moment are enemies and comrades.

There are only those who stand, and those who fall.

Only the living and the dead!

This is the most brutal meat grinder, with no thinking and no skills.

Only the most ruthless and instinctive killing!

Everyone was blood-thirsty!

There was not the slightest thought of giving up in my heart, and even my mind was empty and I had forgotten everything.

The only thing to do is to kill! Kill again! Kill, kill, kill!!!

Qi Si stepped forward and shouted, "Brother, hand over the flag!"

Qi Da, who was holding the commander's flag, was breathing heavily, with veins on his neck and hands that were not covered by armor exposed.

He was stopped by the call, but his eyes were still fixed on the enemy.

His eyes were as fierce as copper bells, and he looked ferocious and evil, making people tremble with fear at the sight of him.

The general's flag on the new flagpole is not only the soul of the Guanzhou army, but also a killing stick.

When Qi Da used all his strength, none of the injured people could survive.

The consumption is also huge.

Qi Si came to replace him.

"Brother, hand over the flag!"

He shouted again.

Qi Da glared fiercely at everyone in front of him.

He slowly handed the commander's flag in his hand to Qi Si.

Qi Si took it and then noticed that his elder brother's hands were covered with scars and blood.

He said nothing and held tightly onto the red section of the flagpole.

"kill!"

He shouted loudly and rushed forward like Qi Da. With a few big strides, he closed the distance between him and the rebels.

The commander's flag was swung.

One piece fell down.

The rebels seized the opportunity and rushed forward.

Qi Si responded very calmly and pulled back the flag abruptly. Unlike Qi Da who fought and retreated, he changed from swinging to stabbing, killing the enemy instantly.

Cooperating with the accurate archery of Hu Da and Hu Er behind, it saves more effort.

They had been fighting for a whole day and the sun was now setting. The afterglow was casting its rays across the earth, making the blood-red spots on the ground even more glaring.

The prince's personal guards had either been separated or died in the waves of attacks.

The difference between being lost and dying is probably that the former does not actually see the corpse.

Brother Yan said that if he is alive, I want to see him in person; if he is dead, I want to see his body.

Qi Si had only one thought at this moment: Brothers, everyone must return home.

Isn't there a saying that villains die because they talk too much?

Haha, Zhai Zhai thought, let our big villain die in peace.

Look, how quiet!

Anti-King: Thank you, King~

Zhai Zhai: You’re welcome~(*▽*)~