The Prodigal Son

Because they were going to fight the imperial army the next day, Fan Bing and his men didn't drink much.

After the meal, Fan Bing made some arrangements, and then everyone dispersed.

However, Zhao Yi, back in his tent, tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The thought of Fan Bing being so wary of him and going to great lengths to weaken his power filled Zhao Yi with hatred.

"Is something on your mind, Your Highness?"

Chen Guanhai, who shared a tent with him, finally couldn't help but ask.

"A little."

As Zhao Yi spoke, he slowly sat up again.

Chen Guanhai also sat up, and asked doubtfully, "Our army will surely win tomorrow's battle, so what is Your Highness worried about?"

In Chen Guanhai's view, there is absolutely no suspense in tomorrow's battle.

There's absolutely no need to worry!

"I'm not worried about the war."

Zhao Yi gently shook her head. "What I'm worried about is Fan Bing..."

As he spoke, Zhao Yi lowered his voice and told Chen Guanhai about his guesses and concerns.

Hearing Zhao Yi's words, Chen Guanhai's expression gradually became serious.

Zhao Yi's guess is completely correct!

For Fan Bing, the biggest obstacle to his restoration of his kingdom was actually the 30,000 troops under Shen Jue's command!

If Zhao Yi were to reclaim the army under Shen Jue's control, he would definitely have the strength to rival Fan Bing.

In fact, he's even stronger than Fan Bing!

Fan Bing knew Zhao Yi's ambition.

Only by weakening Zhao Yi's power can he ensure that Zhao Yi can be used by him!

Realizing this, Chen Guanhai couldn't help but curse, "That short-sighted bastard! The situation was going well, and he ruined it all!"

"It's pointless to say these things now."

Zhao Yi shook his head and sighed, then leaned closer to Chen Guanhai and whispered, "I'm thinking, could we find an opportunity to get rid of Fan Bing and take his place?"

If he could replace Fan Bing and stabilize the situation, he would have a place to settle down and could also attract more people who wanted to overthrow Zhao Luan to serve him!

As long as he could withstand the counterattack of the imperial army, he could see hope of overthrowing Zhao Luan!

Hearing Zhao Yi's words, Chen Guanhai couldn't help but ponder.

The old woman named Sang Po next to Fan Bing is also a ninth-level expert!

Killing Fan Bing won't be that easy.

If they fail, they will have no choice but to flee in panic, just like they did five years ago.

But where can they escape to?

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Guanhai whispered to Zhao Yi, "Now is not the time to take action against Fan Bing. Even if we were to take action against him, it shouldn't be us!"

Using someone else to do the dirty work?

Zhao Yi instantly understood Chen Guanhai's thoughts and nodded to himself.

indeed!

Fan Bing is still very useful!

It's too early to think about these things now!

Let's make a decision after we take Chenzhou!

Having made up his mind, Zhao Yi finally stopped overthinking and lay down again.

Before long, Zhao Yi slowly fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Yi was suddenly awakened by a series of noisy sounds.

"Run!"

"Run!"

Zhao Yi listened intently, his heart skipping a beat.

Has the enemy launched a night attack?

Before he could figure out what was going on, Chen Guanhai, who had rushed out of the tent to check, ran in with a panicked expression, "Your Highness, let's go!"

"What happened?"

Zhao Yi asked with a furrowed brow.

"The floodwaters are coming right away!"

Chen Guanhai answered, panting.

Zhao Yi's expression changed drastically. "Flood? Where did the flood come from?"

"No time to say anything! Let's go!"

Chen Guanhai flashed to Zhao Yi's side, hoisted Zhao Yi onto his shoulder, and rushed out of the tent in a panic.

The two men didn't care about anything else, so they grabbed two horses and galloped off to higher ground.

"Run!"

"Run! Run!"

"Run!"

At this moment, the soldiers outside were already in complete chaos.

The soldiers who rushed out of the tents first were already in chaos, scrambling to escape, but running around like headless flies.

Some soldiers, still dazed from the commotion outside, were inside their tents, completely unaware of what had happened.

Fan Bing had also rushed out of the main tent, shouting hoarsely, "Don't panic! Don't panic!"

However, the camp was already in chaos, and no one paid any attention to Fan Bing's loud shouts.

Fan Bing stared at the chaos in the camp with bloodshot eyes, his face contorted in rage.

At that moment, he finally understood the true purpose behind the enemy's unusual actions yesterday.

Slow down their march and make them choose to camp in the Lianghekou area!

We've fallen for their trap!

"what!"

With tears of grief and indignation welling up in Fan Bing's eyes, he roared and slapped himself twice across the face.

How clever of you!

If they hadn't been so clever, how could they have fallen for the enemy's treacherous scheme?

At that moment, Fan Bing wished he could slap himself to death.

If I had listened to Zuo Jiangyue's advice, how could I have suffered such a crushing defeat?

Why act so cleverly when you're clearly not the one leading troops in battle?

Endless regret nearly consumed Fan Bing, making him wish he could turn back time.

"Your Highness, now is not the time for regrets! Mount your horse!"

Granny Sang rushed forward anxiously, trying to pull Fan Bing onto the horse.

"I'm not leaving!"

Fan Bing forcefully shook off Sang Po, roaring with resentment, "How could my 60,000-strong army be defeated like this? I'm not leaving!"

Fan Bing beat his chest and stamped his feet, almost going mad.

Sixty thousand troops!

Did we really lose so easily and confusedly?

How could he possibly accept this?

"Hurry! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!"

Granny Sang was frantic. Without thinking, she forcibly dragged Fan Bing onto the horse and yelled at her guards, "Quickly, protect the Crown Prince and get him away!"

"drive!"

The group tightly protected Fan Bing in the middle and rushed out quickly.

When they encountered soldiers who rushed towards them in a panic, they didn't care who the other person was and killed them on the spot.

With the expert Sang Po by their side, they quickly fought their way out and escorted Zhao Yi out of the camp.

At the same time, the raging floodwaters had already rushed into the middle of the camp.

The raging floodwaters, like a runaway horse, swept away everything in their path.

Many panicked soldiers were swallowed up by the raging torrent before they could even rush out of their tents.

"Help……"

"Help me!"

Countless soldiers cried out for help, but no one could save them.

In the end, they could only watch helplessly as the floodwaters swallowed them up.

Hearing the wailing and howling behind him, Fan Bing turned around blankly.

He could only see the fires in the camp being quickly extinguished as the floodwaters swept through.

The soldiers' terrified cries and the sounds of the raging floodwaters kept drilling into his ears and rushing into his mind.

Fan Bing gripped the reins numbly, his chest heaving.

Fifteen years!

How many fifteen-year periods does a person have in their lifetime?

He waited fifteen years before finally getting the chance to restore his country!

However, they were defeated before they even had a chance to fight the enemy!

Fifteen years of hard work, fifteen years of enduring humiliation, all gone in a single night!

Fan Bing felt increasingly grief-stricken and indignant. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft".

"Your Highness!"

Sangpo screamed in panic, scooped up Fan Bing who was about to fall off his horse, and galloped away with him...