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Chapter 387 Kill Kill Kill
Upon hearing this, the King of Zhao's expression changed, and he spurred his horse forward.

Upon seeing the scene on the ground, he flew into a rage: "Who killed my men?! Who dares to be so audacious?!"

The rest of the crowd was also extremely shocked. They knew that these people were clearly officials, and there were quite a few of them, all riding horses, and in broad daylight, very close to the capital.

"Where are these mountain bandits from? How dare they be so arrogant!" Everyone still thought it was the work of bandits.

"Your Highness, something's wrong! Retreat quickly!" At this moment, an elderly advisor beside the Prince of Zhao sensed the danger. "If it really was a bandit attack, these people would have been searched, but they still have their jade pendants and other valuables, but their heads are gone. This is clearly a revenge killing!"

King Zhao also realized something was amiss, so he turned his horse around and planned to return the way he came.

Just then, a funeral procession came from the east, signaling the arrival of Grand Tutor Dong's funeral procession.

"Quickly! Go and meet them!" King Zhao shouted. "Enter the capital from the west."

He planned to stop the procession that was sending off Grand Tutor Dong and all those people from retreating back to the city.

But it's too late.

All the Chu soldiers who had been lying in ambush on all sides revealed themselves, holding bows and arrows, and shot at the King of Zhao and his entourage.

"Quickly defend!" Logically speaking, King Zhao's side has more men, and if the ranks are stretched out, it's impossible for them all to get into the encirclement.

However, in order to make a grand display, he gathered all these people together in one place to prepare for the funeral of Grand Tutor Dong.

The King of Chu and his entourage arrived ahead of time, occupying advantageous terrain and catching the King of Zhao off guard.

Therefore, in the blink of an eye, many people in King Zhao's camp were hit by arrows.

Fortunately, there were many people, and they quickly formed a defensive formation.

King Zhao knew that it was impossible to break through from all sides. Moreover, it would scatter his forces. At this critical moment, he could only concentrate all his strength to break through from one direction.

Since Grand Tutor Dong's coffin was in the east, they had to protect it, so they continued heading east.

Seeing this, the King of Chu knew that it wouldn't be long before they could break through the eastern defenses, so he ordered the remaining men to tighten the encirclement and strengthen the eastern defenses.

"Just kill them! I'll reward the one who kills the King of Zhao with ten thousand taels of gold! The one who is seriously wounded will be rewarded with five thousand!" the King of Chu shouted. "I have a secret edict from His Majesty here: the King of Zhao is plotting a rebellion! Killing him will be a meritorious deed!"

The soldiers under the King of Chu had no choice to begin with, and hearing his words only emboldened them further, and they charged forward without hesitation.

"King of Chu, it is you who is plotting a rebellion! I am here on His Majesty's orders to escort King Fenye to the capital!" King Zhao exclaimed in a fit of rage.

"Where is the King of Fenye?! You are spouting nonsense!" The King of Chu roared and charged forward himself.

Yes, no one saw the Field King, or even anyone from their tribe.

King Zhao was filled with regret, but the current situation left no room for remorse, so he could only grit his teeth and fight desperately.

The funeral procession was also trapped. The members of the procession crouched on the ground like quails, their hands covering their heads, praying to be spared from the slaughter.

Grand Tutor Dong's coffin was thrown to the ground and was repeatedly hit by arrows and slashes during the fighting.

Fortunately, it was a high-quality nanmu coffin, so the damage was limited.

The two sides fought fiercely, battling from noon until dusk.

The setting sun in the west was like blood, and corpses littered the ground.

King Zhao suffered several wounds. He couldn't understand why, despite his original plan to force the emperor to abdicate, he was besieged before even entering the capital.

What went wrong?
The King of Chu was also seriously injured, but he still did not back down.

He now has only one thought: to kill!

"Kill everyone you hate!" King Zhao said, panting, clutching his wound. "King Chu, please stop! Don't you think we've been tricked?" He continued, "How many of my 50,000 troops and your 30,000 are left?"

"You want to talk to me about scheming? You've schemed against both of my sons!" King Chu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"And what about my sons?" King Zhao lamented, "My eldest son was banished from the palace, and my youngest son died on the way."

"If you hadn't harbored malicious intentions, how could things have turned out this way?" the King of Chu retorted. "Do you dare say that the fate of my two sons has nothing to do with you?! My spies have already found out that it was the Queen who poisoned Shan'er! You know what your purpose is in coming to the capital this time, and so do I. Let me tell you! I would rather die a glorious death than live a shameful life."

If they can't reach an agreement, all that's left is to continue fighting.

When the King of Changliu arrived, there were fewer than 20,000 survivors on the entire battlefield.

Just before the last rays of sunlight faded, Ying Wuchou drew his longbow and shot an arrow that struck the King of Zhao in the throat.

"Everyone, listen up! Surrender immediately, or you will be killed without mercy!" The deep voice echoed through the valley.

When the King of Zhao's men saw that he was dead and they were leaderless, they obediently dropped their weapons and raised their hands.

When the King of Chu saw that the King of Zhao was dead, half of his anger subsided. He threw down the knife in his hand and collapsed to the ground.

"Your Highness, are you alright? Where are you hurt?" Ying Wuchou rushed over and helped him up. "It's all my fault for being late."

"It's not your fault." King Chu smiled, which aggravated his wound, causing him to groan involuntarily. "You originally told me to hold them back first, but I couldn't bear it."

"I'll take you into the city to treat your injuries first." Ying Wuchou tried to help him up.

"I'm dying. An arrow has pierced my back. If it's pulled out, I'll die instantly; if it's not pulled out, I won't last more than a few days." The King of Chu shook his head with difficulty. "I have only one breath left. Can you grant me this wish?"

"What are you going to do?" Ying Wuchou looked down at him, his eyes filled with pity.

"Help him up." The King of Chu took a deep breath and picked up the blood-stained longsword beside him.

Ying Wuchou and a deputy general next to him helped him up.

The King of Chu swayed a few times, steadied himself, then broke free from the two men's support and staggered forward.

A carriage was parked in front of him, with Princess Zhao and Ying Tong inside.

"Your Highness..." someone beside Ying Wuchou asked in a low voice, "Should we..."

"Don't move," Ying Wuchou said coldly. "This is a feud between their two families."

The carriage stood there quietly, the curtain drawn, and there was no sound from inside.

The King of Chu stepped forward and used his long sword to lift the carriage curtain.

Inside the car, Princess Zhao and Ying Tong embraced tightly, their faces streaked with tears and their expressions bleak.

Without saying a word, the King of Chu stabbed Ying Tong to death with his sword.

"No..." Princess Zhao tried desperately to protect her son, but it was all in vain. Before she could finish the last word, blood was already seeping from her throat.

"Killing you is as easy as killing chickens," the King of Chu sneered, withdrawing his sword.

The carriage curtain fell, revealing only two more streaks of blood.

With a long arrow stuck in his back, the King of Chu seemed to be walking even more unsteadily.

But his eyes were as firm and resolute as if they had been tempered by fire.

"Open the coffin for me," he said, looking at his two henchmen. "I want to mutilate Dong Shou's corpse!"