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Chapter 9 Kill all! (Please follow up.)
"What do you want to do!"

The guards around the great lord felt the oppressive atmosphere in the air.

They have always looked down on those little lords, they are used to their arrogance, and they have not realized the difficulties their lords are facing. They hold the weapons around their waists tightly, pointing at the little lords looking around and yelling loudly.

Good guy.

Those little lords were still a little hesitant at first, but they were scolded by the little guards, and instantly became angry.

No matter how they say they are lords, no matter how small the territory is, they are not comparable to these guards.

In the past, the big lords were powerful, and they couldn't afford to offend them, so they could only swallow their anger.

Isn't there a saying that is good.

The three-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate.

The strength of this great lord is second only to that of Ariel Kunel.

These little lords, in order to prevent being annexed by Ariel Kunel, they could only hug together to keep warm and support the big lord who had a problem with Ariel Kunel.

In order to survive, the guards of the great lord were a little more arrogant, and they turned a blind eye.

But now that the great lord fought at the pier, his strength was greatly weakened, and the number one enemy, Alie Kunel, was also beheaded by Daming.

Now everyone is on the same starting line.

They didn't act immediately just now, because they were completely intimidated by the great lord's previous power.

These guards yelled for a while, not only did not scare them, but awakened them.

Damn it, you used to be strong.

Now that everyone's strength is about the same, why are you still so arrogant?

In an instant, the two sides pointed at each other's noses and cursed.

Zhu Gaoyu, who was on the city wall, felt a little upset when he saw that the people below were only arguing and not fighting.

As a fisherman, the purpose is not to make the prey quarrel, but to let them fight each other to the death, which is in his interest, Da Ming's interest.

Glancing at the sun that was already in the west, Zhu Gaoyu rubbed his chin, "It's getting dark, it looks like we're going to add fuel to the fire."

As he spoke, he whispered a few words to Zuo Jun, the chief guard who was following him.

Zuo Jun looked at Zhu Gaoyu after listening, his eyes were full of good and bad.

Zhu Gaoyu didn't take it seriously, and waved his hand to let him do it quickly.

The quarrel below became more and more serious, and the soldiers and officers began to confront each other.

But for some reason, both parties were unwilling to step out of that red line, just arguing or staring at each other like fighting cocks, and neither of them took the lead.

Although there is no proverb in Ceylon that shoots the first bird, they still understand the general meaning.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for the first person who can't help it to make a move first.

"Whoosh!"

"puff!"

Just as the various forces were quarreling endlessly and the gunpowder atmosphere was getting thicker and thicker, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and the little lord who was the loudest in the quarrel suddenly had an arrow shaft on his forehead.

The scene froze for an instant, and everyone stared blankly at the little lord, at the quivering arrow feather on his forehead.

"Kandal!"

A mournful cry sounded, and a man in leather armor hugged the fallen lord.

He wanted to save the lord, but this kind of injury, let alone in this era, would be difficult to recover in later generations.

Feeling the breath of the person in his arms, he gradually became weak, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The man in leather armor raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar, swung a big knife and rushed towards the great lord.

"Bastard, kill them!"

The great lord knew that he was cheated, but the other lords never gave him a chance to explain.

Since he had no chance, he didn't bother to argue.

Daming wants his life, and these lords who have been oppressed by him all the year round also hate him to the bone.

Since the left and right are dead, then pull a few backs before dying.

Yes, there are Ming people.

How could all of this happen without a damn Mingren.

"Where is the person leading the way?"

Looking at the fierce melee below, Zhu Gaoyu asked Wang Jin next to him with a smile on his face.

Wang Jin looked around.

"I didn't see it, maybe he died in the battle."

"Not dead, here, here..."

The young man who was leading the way squatting in the corner heard the distinguished general mentioning himself, and quickly stood up and waved.

Waving to tell the soldiers not to stop the young man, Zhu Gaoyu called the young man to his side.

Noticing the blood on the opponent's body, Zhu Gaoyu asked with a smile.

"How many did you kill?"

The young man scratched his head, "The servants were a little slow, and eight were chopped off, and three were caught."

After finishing speaking, he also looked at the clerk who was recording beside him.

"Commander, he is the one who captured the son of Alekunel. That kid is full of brute force. Four or five of us failed to take him down, leaving this little brother to lie down alone."

Hearing this, Zhu Gaoyu glanced at the young man in surprise.

He didn't expect this dark-skinned and thin Han youth to have such strength.

Knowing the opponent's record, the thought in Zhu Gaoyu's mind became more certain.

"Did you hear what I said to the following just now?"

The young man thought for a while, his eyes lit up sharply, he glanced at the chaotic battlefield below, he gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground and said loudly.

"The servants have heard this, and ask the general to give the villain a sword!"

"What do you want a knife for?"

Zhu Gaoyu frowned slightly, he hesitated a little after he had just settled down.

This brain seems to be a little out of order.

The young man pursed his lips and replied, "Go down and grab your head!"

Zhu Gaoyu stared at him for a long time, and the young man was dazed.

"Hey, the courage and force are okay, but the brain is a little stupid." After finishing speaking, he shook his head and ignored the opponent, continuing to look at the scuffle below.

He has already given the opportunity, and the other party can't see it, so it can only be blamed on the other party's bad luck.

Wang Jin still has a good impression of this young man who dared to lead the way and helped the Ming army twice.

Unable to bear the other party to miss such a good opportunity, Wang Jin kicked the other party hatefully.

"Don't kowtow to His Highness to thank you!"

The young man who got kicked was still a little confused, but he understood that the general reminded him that he must have missed something just now.

At the same time, he was also very frightened.

He did not expect that this young general turned out to be His Highness.

According to the local stories told by the ancestors, His Highness seems to be a title for the prince.

"My servants thank Your Highness."

After the young man kowtowed to thank him, Wang Jin took a knife from the guard next to him, handed it to him, and whispered in his ear at the same time.

"Go to the stairs and guard, and the head will automatically come to the door later. Also, next time you will call yourself a subordinate."

After Wang Jin's reminder, the young man reacted instantly.

The meaning of His Highness is very obvious. This is to support him and become the new king of Ceylon, so as to control Ceylon.

Although this was used by His Highness, the young man didn't care at all.

In this world, it is not terrible to be used by others. The terrible thing is that people are not even qualified to be used by others while alive. That is the tragedy.

After thinking about this, the young man took Wang Jin's knife with both hands and nodded gratefully.

Then he knelt on the ground again and pulled out the knife a little.

This action of his caused an instant reaction.

Hearing "噢噢..." there was a sound of weapons being unsheathed, Zuo Jun and other guards drew out their weapons and pointed at the young man.

Zhu Gaoyu, who heard the movement, turned his head and glanced lightly, facing the exposed half of the blade, there was no wave in his eyes.

The young man didn't explain, and stretched out his hand to slash the blade, and the blood gushed out from the wound, soon staining the entire palm.

Staring straight at Zhu Gaoyu, the young man stretched out his bloody hand, wiped it on his face, and slammed his head heavily on the ground.

"Subordinate Jiang Yue, pay homage to the lord!"

Hearing the title of lord, a smile appeared on Zhu Gaoyu's calm face.

Reaching out to help the young man up, Zhu Gaoyu patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, "If you live in this world, if you want to be prosperous and rich, you have to use your brain more, otherwise the opportunity will be fleeting."

"Others can help you once, but they can't help you for a lifetime. As a Ming official, remember to think more and see more."

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Wang Jin who was smiling all over his face: "The governor has decided that your reward is gone."

Wang Jin: "..."

When the last ray of the sun disappeared into the sky, Jiang Yue, who had been waiting at the stairs for a long time, walked up to Zhu Gaoyu, knelt down on one knee, and held up the severed head of the great lord with both hands.

Zhu Gaoyu nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at the victorious side of the city, a cold light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

"The quantity is not enough, continue..."

Wang Jin, who was on standby next to him, heard Zhu Gaoyu's words, and looked at the Ceylon soldiers who survived the melee below, showing a ferocious smile.

(End of this chapter)