The Empress Dowager

Chapter 569 Confrontation
Murong Ling watched the corners of the mouths of the soldiers under his command curl into a beautiful arc. Now the fifth brother and His Royal Highness are fighting fiercely. With his current strength, it is only a little bit to compete with them. When the two of them lose their troops, they will die That was when Murong Ling raised his army.

They would never have thought that Murong Ling would compete with them for the throne, right?
"Report!" A soldier jumped off his horse and reported.

"How's the battle going?" Murong Ling asked.

"Reporting to my lord, the five lords and His Royal Highness are on par with each other, and they are in a stalemate." The soldiers clasped their fists and reported.

Murong Ling frowned, on par?This is not the result he wanted. After fighting for several days, he thought that one side would always be defeated, but he did not expect that after waiting for several days, he would get such a result...

"Eighth Prince, will we fight this battle? Or not?" the deputy general asked.

Murong Ling glanced at the lieutenant general, and said, "Fight! Of course we want to fight. This country belongs to the Murong family, and it is also the descendants of the Murong family. Only they want it? This king doesn't want it?"

"The last general didn't mean that." The deputy general wiped the sweat from his forehead and said cautiously.

"This king knows that's not what you mean." Murong Ling said, looking at the crowd, since they were on par, if he went rashly, he might end up helping Fifth Brother, and the loss would not be worth the loss.

And no matter which side he fights, it must be beneficial to the other side. He is not so stupid that he won't get any benefits. After a busy life, in the end, he just makes wedding clothes for others.

"My lord, the stalemate between the two of them has lasted so long, and it seems that they have lost a lot of troops. If you hit them unexpectedly, the consequences for them can be imagined..."

"My lord, why don't you sneak attack them now, so they won't be prepared at all. Your lord, you will surely win this time."

The two generals suggested.

"How do you call it a sneak attack? We are fighting in the open and aboveboard! This matter will be done according to your instructions. If this king can successfully sit on the imperial chair this time, this king will definitely reward you very much." Murong Ling said.

"Thank you, my lord." The two generals thanked immediately.

After discussing the countermeasures with several generals, Murong Ling put on his armor and rebelled.

Because of Murong Ling's participation, the two sides of the stalemate fought again, and it was only on the battlefield that Murong Ling realized that things were not as simple as he imagined.

The battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke, dead bodies were everywhere, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the wailing of soldiers resounded through the sky.

Even so, neither side has any intention of retreating.

The soldiers under his command died one after another, and Murong Ling's face was very ugly.

"My lord, let's retreat! They are too strong, and we will soon be unable to withstand it." The deputy general cut a way and ran straight to Murong Ling.

"A bunch of useless things." Murong Ling glanced at the battlefield while slashing. If the fight continues like this, he won't be the one who wins in the end. It seems that the plan is about to change.

"Retreat!" Murong Ling shouted.

Murong Ling went back and changed his strategy. On the third day, Murong Ling discussed the countermeasures with the generals, put on his armor, and was about to go out to join the soldiers when he saw a man dressed like a servant leaving with a food box. Come in.

"My lord, my concubine asked my slaves to bring you some food. The concubine said that you have worked hard in the war. The concubine cooked it herself. You can try it, my lord." The servant put the food box on the table, opened it, and brought it out. A bowl of bird's nest porridge was passed to Murong Ling.

　Hui: [huī]
　　
　
(End of this chapter)