Chapter 96: The Heavenly God

At the third watch of the night, at the Prince of Chu's residence in the capital.

Under the moonlight by the lotus pond, Fourth Prince Zhao Yu sat with his eyes closed, listening to a tune. The fingers resting on his lap kept tapping along with the rhythm.

The secret report delivered today from Hebei Prefecture had excited him greatly.

Eighty thousand rebels had laid siege to Yuchi Wei, and Crown Prince Zhao Su was leading a small force of cavalry to rush to the rescue through the night.

In the face of eighty thousand rebels, among whom were also... ahem. Although my "Thunderbolt" cannot directly control the catapults, I've assigned one soldier to each catapult. Heh heh, this is what you call a voice-activated general skill. Hahaha. Sun Yu felt exceedingly smug at the thought.

Bai Lixian was perhaps the only one among the twenty thousand Chu soldiers to enjoy such a privilege—a special decree issued personally by Xiang Zhuang. For Bai Lixian was already in his forties, and his constitution was far inferior to that of warriors like Bai Limao and You Yuan. Xiang Zhuang, fearing that the long march would wear him out, had made an exception for him.

All of this was being broadcast live to people around the world by Hua Country, dozens of television stations, and dozens of renowned national broadcasters. The Deep Sea Group had invested a fortune to make it happen, but the promotional impact and influence were exceedingly far-reaching.

"In that case, why not come to my place? It's rare to have the chance to see you all—just come and sit for a while." Hayate Yagami invited warmly.

For as luck would have it, those two drops of blood had stained exactly two characters on the manuscript—defeat in battle! In that instant, an ominous foreboding enveloped Han Xin's heart.

"Roar!" Meng Keng let out a thunderous bellow, and his horizontal blade pierced unimpeded into the vital spot of a Han cavalryman's back. The Han cavalryman immediately let out a blood-curdling scream. But the scream lasted only a brief moment before the rider toppled headfirst off his horse and was promptly swallowed by the surging ocean of Chu cavalry.

Jin Da quickly handed one to the other. Then they continued packing in the explosives. Behind them, the nameless soldiers held their rifles at the ready, watching the city wall for any sign of the Dayuan. The Dayuan had flintlocks too, and at such close range, the threat to their lives was simply too great.

The Yellow Turban soldiers and Hu Ban were all badly shaken, fear written on every face. With trees on every side and fire breaking out in every direction, how were they to flee?

Zhou Yafu's face turned pale, yet his eyes grew cold. He suddenly understood—understood everything. With a great cry, he spat out a mouthful of blood and tumbled headfirst from his horse.

Whomever her strategist skill struck would find their body freezing, their mind thrown into chaos, and they would shout, "I rebel!" before snatching up a weapon and lashing out wildly at their comrades around them.

Qin Fengyi already had the five hundred thousand taels allocated by the imperial court, and Li Jing also had ready silver on hand. When they passed through Qizhou—a prefecture with countless medicine shops—they purchased large quantities of the prescriptions listed by the imperial physicians, along with a great deal of alum. Furthermore, hearing that there might be miasmic poisons in Nanyi, the two physicians also had them acquire several kinds of antidote herbs.

Lu Mushen was taken aback and instinctively turned his head, but Linlang's hand had already wound around his neck; she bit down on the fruit flesh in her mouth.

Although Emperor Jiacheng had indeed been ailing before they left the capital, his condition had not been serious—merely a matter of resting for a few days. Yet in so short a time, he had fallen so ill that he had not held court for many days.

My teammates and I are known as the "Turncoat Five." Our war against the Guardians of the Universe has already stretched across centuries.

Catching the newcomer's scent precisely, Fu Tiantian immediately raised her head. She shot Ye Chu a series of winks and meaningful glances, as if hatching some grand scheme.

Hearing his friend's teasing, Chen Xiyuan had nothing to say. In his gloom, he took another deep gulp of wine. The more he had shown off back then, the sharper the slap across the face now. In Chen Xiyuan's heart, his resentment toward Ye Chu grew deeper still.

This piece of information crossed mountains and plains, and in Texas, ten thousand li away, it appeared on the phones of the Sharp Claws, one after another.