Come! Hurt Each Other! [Quick Wear]

【World 11】━━ Killing the Regent ━━

11.1 - In seven days, he will ascend to the throne of God

The autumn wind was bleak, and the strong wind stirred up the smell of blood that spread over the battlefield. The sound of swords, guns, swords and halberds clashed together with the neighing of war horses and the screams of the defeated.

On the battlefield where the situation has become clear, there are people who drop their swords and surrender, and there are also people who fight to the end, covered in blood, and still refuse to admit defeat.

The general on one side had been beheaded under his horse, and the general on the other side clamped his legs under the horse's belly. The horse neighed and raised its front hooves, showing an extraordinarily flamboyant and unrestrained manner.

Everyone around them had already finished the fighting at hand and was about to return to the defending general. Suddenly, a drastic change occurred.

Suddenly, an arrow shot through the air. Before anyone could react, it pierced into the body of the general who turned around. Immediately, everyone's eyes were dyed red with blood.

All I could hear was heart-rending shouts - Your Highness! ! !

On top of the war horse, the brave and unparalleled general froze and immediately fell off the horse.

The deputy generals quickly rushed to the side of the commander and almost rolled off their horses. Everyone had a look of shock on their faces, and some even shouted regardless of their appearance: "Military doctor!! Send the military doctor quickly!!!"

A pair of white hands clenched tightly, and the mud mixed with blood on the ground was also held in his hands. The general frowned, protected his injured part with one hand, opened his mouth, and finally said: "This arrow is poisonous. I don't have much time. You listen to my orders." His expression was calm, unlike a person who was hit by an arrow and couldn't survive for a long time. He could obviously choose to pull out the arrow and heal first, but he was waiting for others to heal him. , issuing his orders sentence by sentence, which made several confidants beside him feel admiration and full of resentment.

Their Highness should have been a wise king of the Yan Kingdom, but today he died on this battlefield, and he was harmed by his own side. How can anyone not feel resentful!

That night, five fast horses set off at the same time and ran in two different directions, bringing with them the various arrangements made by the general before his death, laying a foundation for the future situation of the Yan Kingdom.

Winter has just entered, and the first snow has just fallen in the capital thousands of miles away. In the early morning, the deep palace is busy and busy, but in the Star-Zhaing Palace, everything is like the young man sleeping on the bed, never waking up.

The best stove was burning in the hall, and it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. The only sound was the breathing and breathing of the people sleeping soundly on the bed in the hall.

After a while, a shadowy figure began to move. The palace maid waiting in the palace saw it, and Fu Shen stepped out step by step. Then he saw the eldest palace maid Ji Yuerong coming from the Queen's Palace, opening the hood of her warm cloak, revealing her body, which was frozen by the cold. Pretty red face.

"How was last night, Your Highness?" Ji Yuerong put down the food box in her hand and asked while taking things out.

The maid serving in the palace carefully replied: "His Royal Highness is probably tired from crying. After he came back last night, we served him to wash him up and then fell asleep. The night was not peaceful. I kept thinking about His Highness the Crown Prince when I had nightmares. We coaxed him. After a while, it's time to sleep peacefully."