How can you rule the world if I'm just a substitute for you?

Lin Xian, covered in blood and with his armor shattered, stumbled into the tent with a few remaining soldiers, collapsing to his knees with a thud, looking utterly disheveled.

Lin Fu's eyelids twitched, and a bad premonition instantly arose in his heart, but he still spoke in a deep voice:

"The matter... is settled? Lin Xuan is dead?"

Lin Xian's face was deathly pale, his head was lowered, and his voice trembled:

"Your Highness...we failed...we failed completely."

"What did you say?"

Lin Fu slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his eyes instantly filled with disbelief, shock, and rage:

"A triple ambush, over three hundred men surrounding a hundred! How could they fail?"

Lin Xian dared not raise his head, and could only grit his teeth and slowly recount the entire process of last night:

"My men disguised themselves as southern barbarians and infiltrated the area on time. After the battle began at the bottom of the valley, I originally intended to flank and ambush Lin Xuan."

Just as they were about to set off, they bumped into Lin Xuan himself.

He feigned a sneak attack, then pretended to be defeated and fled. His subordinates thought it was a golden opportunity and immediately led men to give chase.

They chased him to a narrow crevice in the back of the mountain, where a group of black-clad assassins suddenly appeared, their attacks ruthless and deadly.

At the time, his subordinates were unaware of the situation and thought that the assassins were Lin Xuan's hidden force, so they could only fight to the death with all their might.

Neither side would back down, and they fought fiercely until both sides were severely injured.

Just as we were locked in fierce combat, Lin Xuan suddenly led his ambush troops out, attacking us from both sides.

The black-clad assassins were all killed, and his subordinates were wiped out, with only a few managing to escape at the cost of their lives…

After he finished speaking, the entire camp fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Fu froze on the spot, his mind going completely blank.

He stood there stunned for several breaths, then his eyes widened suddenly, staring intently at Lin Xian:

"Men in black? The men in black you encountered... are they my fifty assassins from the Dark Guard?"

Lin Xian was taken aback, then looked up blankly: "Your Highness...you arranged another group of people?"

At this moment, the enormous blunder was completely revealed.

Lin Fu only sent Lin Xian to intercept and kill him, and never told him that there were assassins lying in ambush.

The assassins were only ordered to wipe out the prince's ambush troops and had no idea that Lin Xian was one of their own.

Two groups of Lin Fu's deadly forces, strangers to each other, fought each other to the death in the dark valley!

Lin Xian finally realized what was happening, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

It turns out that the enemy they fought to the death with last night was not the Crown Prince's men at all, but their own elite soldiers!

Lin Xuan, from beginning to end, only did one thing.

He deliberately showed his face, feigned defeat, and incited them to kill each other.

After hearing the whole story, Lin Fu was so angry that he trembled all over, his blood surged, and his face turned ashen.

He planned for several days, spent 300,000 taels of silver to raise elite assassins, mobilized foreign aid from the southern barbarians, and had a two-pronged strategy...

Not only did it not harm Lin Xuan in the slightest, but it also did not damage Lin Xuan's hair.

Instead, they killed each other, resulting in their complete annihilation.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!!"

Lin Fu could no longer suppress his anger and roared furiously on the spot:

I'm giving you a chance to get revenge.

You actually dared to fight my elite warriors to the death!

You bunch of idiots!

His chest heaved violently with rage, his eyes filled with boundless hatred and shame.

He had never lost so humiliatingly, so absurdly.

The atmosphere inside the tent was icy cold.

Lin Xian lay on the ground, glancing at Lin Fu with dissatisfaction. Lin Fu blamed him entirely for the failure of this matter. If Lin Fu hadn't concealed the situation, things wouldn't have come to this.

As dawn broke, the wooden signs outside the Qilian Mountains updated the number of survivors from various countries on time.

The characters in ink are clear, listing the remaining forces of the six kingdoms, making it easy to see at a glance the brutal reshuffling of the battle at Eagle's Sorrow Gorge last night:

Crown Prince Lin Xuan of the Great Qian Dynasty: Ninety-four people remaining.

Northern Di Tuoba Yu'er: Eighty-one people remaining

Nanman Batu Lie: 103 people remaining

Third Prince Lin Fu: 263 people remaining

……

Tens of thousands of ordinary people, civil and military officials, and envoys from various countries gathered in front of the wooden sign, their eyes fixed on the numbers, and discussions erupted instantly.

"Look! The Third Prince's forces have dwindled significantly!"

"The Southern Barbarians and Northern Di tribes suffered even greater losses, with more than half their forces reduced!"

"Without a doubt, it must be the Third Prince who attacked the Southern Barbarians and Northern Di. As expected, the Third Prince lived up to expectations, only losing a few dozen people, while the Southern Barbarians and Northern Di suffered more than half their casualties."

The officials all nodded in agreement, still believing that the Third Prince had the upper hand, while the Crown Prince was barely clinging to life.

At the front of the queue, Duke Qin Lie stared at the numbers on the notice board, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

Lin Fu had 263 people and Lin Xuan had 94 people.

Others were unaware of the inside story, but Qin Lie knew it all.

Last night's overwhelming triple attack, with all the assassins deployed, only resulted in Lin Xuan losing a few men, while his own assassins were wiped out, Lin Fu lost dozens of men, and the Southern Barbarians suffered a severe blow.

The mighty Heavenly Net couldn't kill a mere hundred-strong Prince's squad!

Qin Lie cursed inwardly as a piece of trash!

At this moment, Qin Lie completely lost patience with Lin Fu and began to plan his next move.

……

The main camp of the Third Prince in the central circle.

Lin Fu was still enraged by the crushing defeat of the previous night, his chest heaving violently and his eyes filled with malice.

The absurd ending of last night's infighting and infighting is the greatest shame of his life.

Just then, a hurried report came from outside the tent, the voice frantic and shrill:

"Your Highness! Something terrible has happened! The Wei army is pressing in and heading straight for our camp!!"

"What?"

Lin Fu suddenly looked up, his face full of astonishment, and froze on the spot.

He just couldn't understand it.

The six states' encirclement and hunting strategy has always been a tacit balance of power between the strong and the weak.

The Great Qian and the Wei Kingdom were the two strongest forces in the entire arena. Logically, they should first join forces to eliminate the weaker forces such as the Southern Barbarians, the Northern Di, and the Yan Kingdom, clearing the field and preventing others from taking the spoils. Finally, the two powerful nations would have a showdown to compete for first place.

It makes no sense that the State of Wei would suddenly attack us at this moment!

Lin Xian quickly looked up, his face pale, and said urgently:

"Your Highness! I understand! It seems the Wei Kingdom doesn't want to wait for the final battle; they want to kick our Great Qian out of the hunt first!"

A single word awakens one from a dream.

Lin Fu felt a sudden chill in his heart.

The situation has completely changed.

He lost dozens of elite troops last night and is no longer at his peak.

Originally, all I wanted was to get rid of Lin Xuan, but now...

Whether or not Lin Xuan is killed is no longer important.

Once he is eliminated by the State of Wei, not only will his position as crown prince be gone, but all his plans will also come to naught.

The greatest life-or-death crisis at this moment is the Wei army right before our eyes!

Lin Fu suppressed all his anger and resentment, his eyes suddenly turning fierce, and he gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice:

"That's right! We can't worry about Lin Xuan right now!"

"Order the entire army to form ranks and meet the enemy!"

"Today, let Wei Yan see that the elite forces of my Great Qian are not to be trifled with by his Wei Kingdom!"

At a single command, the 263 elite soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty, who had been resting, donned their armor and drew their weapons, quickly forming ranks to face the oncoming Wei army.

A fierce battle between the two strongest forces suddenly erupted in the heart of the Central Circle.

Lin Fu led his soldiers out of the camp in formation, and the two armies faced each other from a distance.