The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

There was a "pop" sound.

Prince Qing sat down on the ground, his back leaning against the bamboo, and looking up at the bright moon in the sky with his pale face.

There was no expression on his face at this moment, only the fatigue that could not be concealed in his eyes. His body was not exhausted, but his heart was as dead as ashes.

He could clearly hear the sounds of fighting in the bamboo forest, and the faint sound of horses neighing in the distance. He knew that the barbarian reinforcements must be on the way.

Can Xiao Yiming and his men really get rid of the pursuers who have entered the forest? And can they return before the barbarian reinforcements arrive and take themselves away from this mountain?

He shook his head, without any hope in his heart. At this point he had reached the end of his rope. Not to mention that he couldn't get out of the mountain, what would happen even if he did?

The sounds of fighting coming from the bamboo forest behind were still going on, and it sounded very intense. Prince Qing knew that a life-and-death battle was probably going on there. Although Xiao Yiming was an extraordinary martial artist, people would get tired, and in the endless fighting, no one would survive.

'I will probably be caught and killed on the spot, or I will be taken to the rebels and humiliated before being killed.' He thought so.

Thinking of this, Prince Qing lowered his head to look at the sword hanging at his waist. It was a precious sword, and the scabbard was inlaid with various jades. The decoration was so gorgeous that it was dazzling.

After staring at the sword in silence for more than ten breaths.

With a "swish", he drew out his sword.

The straight and slender sword blade glowed golden in the moonlight. Besides being precious, it was also a straight and sharp sword, forged by a swordsmith with extraordinary skills, and it could cut a hair with a single blow.

This is one of the two best swords in the palace, but like the other sword [Bi Shui], it has not been used for many years and only serves as a decoration. This time when leaving Nan Ze, Prince Qing took it out of the sword storage and carried it with him.

Looking at the sword, Prince Qing reached out and gently stroked the blade, and his tired eyes were immediately reflected on the blade.

He laughed at himself, but the next moment he put the sword to his throat.

The breeze in the bamboo forest blew through the messy white hair, and the touch of the sword was like this cool night as warm as water.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"What are you still hesitating about? Kill yourself and avoid the shame," a voice said.

"Commit suicide? You want to commit suicide?! You are Jin Weizun! But today you are forced to commit suicide in this desolate mountain?! Or are you forced to death by a bunch of barbarians?! "Another voice sounded.

"What else can I do if I don't commit suicide? The country has changed, and everything is over. Death will put an end to everything. If I am captured by the barbarians and handed over to the rebels, I will inevitably be humiliated. It is more decent to die here."

'Haha! How funny! You, Jin Weizun, want to save your dignity by committing suicide? Don't you know that this is the greatest shame! You fought bloody battles in the first half of your life, and you were always successful. In the second half of your life, you enjoyed all the wealth and honor in the world. You were the prince of Daqian, second only to one man and above ten thousand people. Now you have fallen to a place where you have nothing, and you want to commit suicide. What's the difference between you and a wild dog that runs away with its tail between its legs when it can't win a fight for food?'

"If you don't want to commit suicide, then stand up and continue to run away. Escape from your homeland and go to Tuyuan Country. See if you can come back one day."

"Haha! Can you escape? You are dreaming! You still want to use Tuyuan Kingdom to fight Daqian? Then what did you do in the first half of your life? Didn't you make a fuss like a clown? You are really old and confused!"

"It doesn't matter whether you are confused or not. The situation is over. It's too late to regret. "

"Regret? What do you regret? Do you regret attacking the Qin family? Or do you regret not eradicating the roots? Or do you regret not becoming the emperor?"

Prince Qing was speechless.

But that voice became louder and louder in my heart.

'The country and the people are lost, the incomparable wealth and glory, the supreme power are all lost, the daughters have turned against each other, and the sons are dead. Is this all gone?'

'No, there is one thing that will never be taken away from you unless you lose it and forget it.'

Suddenly, Prince Qing opened his eyes.

The cold light of the sword blade flashed across his eyes. The straight and hard sword body was the same as before, even though it had not been used for many years, it was still as good as new.

The two words engraved on the blade are even more vivid, the name of the sword is [Shizhi].

His throat seemed to be strangled and even air could hardly enter his throat. He stared with his eyes, seemingly looking at the sword, but also like looking at something else.

After a few breaths, Jin Weizun stood up in silence.

With a flick of his left hand, he threw away the jeweled scabbard, and with a clench of his right hand, he grasped the sword tightly.

"You traitor! You scoundrel! How dare you show off your bravery in front of me, Jin Weizun!"

"Look at me killing you!"

Suddenly a strong wind blew up, and the bamboo leaves rustled like the sound of a Qiang flute. The strong bamboo trunks were green and straight, like swords and halberds piercing into the sky.

The moon is shining brightly in the sky, and the ground is silvery white like frost.

Jin Weizun gnashed his teeth and rushed back in anger with a sword in hand!

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The severe pain in his chest made Xiao Yiming even unable to breathe. He thought that perhaps two of his ribs were broken, but he had no time to care about the injury at the moment. He had to kill the barbarian in front of him before he died.

At this point, even killing one more person would be a good thing, as it would allow the prince to go further.

With a "bang", the swung mace was avoided and several bamboos broke under this blow. Xiao Yiming rushed forward and slashed at the scarred barbarian's chest with a knife, but before he could hit him, a knife heading towards his neck was already close to him.

He had no choice but to bend down and rush forward, letting the knife in his hand pass over the scarred barbarian's leg.

With a "swish" sound, this light sweep cut off a piece of flesh. The scarred barbarian groaned but did not wail, and still wanted to raise his stick to swing.

But his strength was almost gone. Just as he raised the mace, his hand loosened and the mace fell to the ground.

Yan Cheng on the side was both angry and sad, so he had to rush forward and attack Xiao Yiming with his sword without hesitation. The enemy was no longer as agile as at the beginning, and he was already at the end of his strength.

Xiao Yiming saw that the scarred barbarian general was leaning against a bamboo and gasping for breath, and knew that he was no longer able to fight, so he focused on dealing with Yan Cheng at this moment, but the vicious wolf beside him was always roaming around, ready to pounce at any time.

Yan Cheng didn't want to fight for a long time, and at this moment he even stopped defending and started to kill with his life. His sword strikes became more and more fierce, and Xiao Yiming could no longer divide his attention to guard against the Wolf King.

Just at this moment, the wolf king jumped out and pounced towards Xiao Yiming's lower body!

Hearing the sound of the wind, Xiao Yiming knew he should dodge, but he could no longer get away.

At this moment, a sharpened bamboo suddenly shot down from above and hit the wolf's head!

The wolf king fell to the ground with a "bang", rolled over and broke the bamboo that had pierced his flesh. Xiao Yiming had no time to look back as he was still dealing with Yan Cheng's attack.

A loud and angry laugh followed: "Okay! Okay! Hahahahaha!"

The panting scarred barbarian general didn't know where he got the strength from, but he slowly straightened his back and broke a bamboo beside him to use as a weapon. However, the hideous smile on his face at this moment frightened Xiao Yiming, and he vaguely realized something.