Give up
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The battle cries of soldiers could be heard within a few miles. Swords clashing and the iron-like scent mixed on earth. Whoever these outsiders that followed the Prime Minister Idjimo blindly were ferocious.
Bei Yong grinned as he commanded this legion using the strategy he proposed to the general before.
He was from an allied family of the Prime Minister. The secret alliance of people who were barely a part of Great Lang’s Ancient Lineage.
His sharp eyes glimmered as things progressed his way. He sent his men in two different directions. One moved forward and engaged in the front lines while the other half attacked the rear, blocking the enemy’s retreat and supplies.
He scanned the village they were in right now. It was still a part of Great Lang but almost near the border. People who lived here were a mix of the two countries.
How could he be sure that all the people here were from their own country? Either way, eliminating both won't cause them trouble.
He looked down on the begging family in front of him, wishing to spare their lives.
Bei Yong smiled cunningly as he raised his sword, but before he could act out his evilness, arrows rained from the sky, piercing the roofs and gates of the villages.
Someone jumped at him, Swords clashed. It was the man earlier.
Bei Yong looked around in confusion. Why were there so many enemies right away? That’s when he realized there were no civilians around anymore. He froze.
Chunan soundlessly walked towards the lieutenant general.”Surrender.” He pointed his blade at Bei Yong’s neck.
“Hah? Even if you subdued us, you can not stop our main force. We will make sure that the palace of Chrysanthemum will fall in our hands.”
Before Chunan could respond, he heard some clacking sounds. He turned to see Yoshimura approaching, still mounted on his horse. “My Lord.”
“This is good,” wIth boo,omg voice, he ordered, “Capture all their leaders, subdue their subordinates. Zhuangjin will handle it when everything is done on his side.”
“Yes, My Lord,” the soldiers said in unison.
Bei Yong gritted his teeth, “So, that useless Prince is still alive?
But who was Yoshimura? He was not some ordinary Prince who played around, bathing in golds and silver, someone who led and won a battle against a fleet attack when he was fifteen. However, even if the news about his victory spread back then, people mocked him for taking credits. But he just let them think he’s a fake, even fanning the rumor about him.
Why would someone want to discredit himself?
People thought he lost the King’s favors because of it. Except for the Inner Minister, no one knew the truth.
The battle cries of soldiers could be heard within a few miles. Swords clashing and the iron-like scent mixed on earth. Whoever these outsiders that followed the Prime Minister Idjimo blindly were ferocious.
Bei Yong grinned as he commanded this legion using the strategy he proposed to the general before.
He was from an allied family of the Prime Minister. The secret alliance of people who were barely a part of Great Lang’s Ancient Lineage.
His sharp eyes glimmered as things progressed his way. He sent his men in two different directions. One moved forward and engaged in the front lines while the other half attacked the rear, blocking the enemy’s retreat and supplies.
He scanned the village they were in right now. It was still a part of Great Lang but almost near the border. People who lived here were a mix of the two countries.
How could he be sure that all the people here were from their own country? Either way, eliminating both won't cause them trouble.
He looked down on the begging family in front of him, wishing to spare their lives.
Bei Yong smiled cunningly as he raised his sword, but before he could act out his evilness, arrows rained from the sky, piercing the roofs and gates of the villages.
Someone jumped at him, Swords clashed. It was the man earlier.
Bei Yong looked around in confusion. Why were there so many enemies right away? That’s when he realized there were no civilians around anymore. He froze.
Chunan soundlessly walked towards the lieutenant general.”Surrender.” He pointed his blade at Bei Yong’s neck.
“Hah? Even if you subdued us, you can not stop our main force. We will make sure that the palace of Chrysanthemum will fall in our hands.”
Before Chunan could respond, he heard some clacking sounds. He turned to see Yoshimura approaching, still mounted on his horse. “My Lord.”
“This is good,” wIth boo,omg voice, he ordered, “Capture all their leaders, subdue their subordinates. Zhuangjin will handle it when everything is done on his side.”
“Yes, My Lord,” the soldiers said in unison.
Bei Yong gritted his teeth, “So, that useless Prince is still alive?
But who was Yoshimura? He was not some ordinary Prince who played around, bathing in golds and silver, someone who led and won a battle against a fleet attack when he was fifteen. However, even if the news about his victory spread back then, people mocked him for taking credits. But he just let them think he’s a fake, even fanning the rumor about him.
Why would someone want to discredit himself?
People thought he lost the King’s favors because of it. Except for the Inner Minister, no one knew the truth.
The battle cries of soldiers could be heard within a few miles. Swords clashing and the iron-like scent mixed on earth. Whoever these outsiders that followed the Prime Minister Idjimo blindly were ferocious.
Bei Yong grinned as he commanded this legion using the strategy he proposed to the general before.
He was from an allied family of the Prime Minister. The secret alliance of people who were barely a part of Great Lang’s Ancient Lineage.
His sharp eyes glimmered as things progressed his way. He sent his men in two different directions. One moved forward and engaged in the front lines while the other half attacked the rear, blocking the enemy’s retreat and supplies.
He scanned the village they were in right now. It was still a part of Great Lang but almost near the border. People who lived here were a mix of the two countries.
How could he be sure that all the people here were from their own country? Either way, eliminating both won't cause them trouble.
He looked down on the begging family in front of him, wishing to spare their lives.
Bei Yong smiled cunningly as he raised his sword, but before he could act out his evilness, arrows rained from the sky, piercing the roofs and gates of the villages.
Someone jumped at him, Swords clashed. It was the man earlier.
Bei Yong looked around in confusion. Why were there so many enemies right away? That’s when he realized there were no civilians around anymore. He froze.
Chunan soundlessly walked towards the lieutenant general.”Surrender.” He pointed his blade at Bei Yong’s neck.
“Hah? Even if you subdued us, you can not stop our main force. We will make sure that the palace of Chrysanthemum will fall in our hands.”
Before Chunan could respond, he heard some clacking sounds. He turned to see Yoshimura approaching, still mounted on his horse. “My Lord.”
“This is good,” wIth boo,omg voice, he ordered, “Capture all their leaders, subdue their subordinates. Zhuangjin will handle it when everything is done on his side.”
“Yes, My Lord,” the soldiers said in unison.
Bei Yong gritted his teeth, “So, that useless Prince is still alive?
But who was Yoshimura? He was not some ordinary Prince who played around, bathing in golds and silver, someone who led and won a battle against a fleet attack when he was fifteen. However, even if the news about his victory spread back then, people mocked him for taking credits. But he just let them think he’s a fake, even fanning the rumor about him.
Why would someone want to discredit himself?
People thought he lost the King’s favors because of it. Except for the Inner Minister, no one knew the truth.
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