A family of loyal martyrs, starting with nine wives to continue the family line.

Luo Shao smashed the wine glass on the ground.

"waste!"

The white porcelain shards shattered, and the wine splashed onto the face of the scout kneeling below the hall. The scout didn't even dare to blink.

Luo Shao's chest heaved violently. Just moments ago, he had been embracing two dancers and listening to music, but after hearing the military report from Golden City, he felt as if he had been dragged out of a warm bed and thrown into an ice cave.

The Holy Fire Cult has been defeated.

With millions of followers and millions of refugees, Zhang Yan's mystical tricks actually failed.

His first reaction wasn't fear, it was anger.

That's fucking outrageous.

Even if Wei Zhao had a million pigs lying around to slaughter, it would be impossible for him to kill them all in three days, right?

Moreover, the Holy Fire Cult is not made of pigs.

Those people would shout, charge, use women and children as shields, and use talismanic water, bells, and medicinal powder to spur people into a frenzy of fearlessness.

Luo Shao had originally hoped that they would keep Wei Zhao pinned down in Golden City, and ideally swallow the new Emperor Wu whole.

The results of it?

Zhang Yan is dead.

The Holy Fire Cult has surrendered.

Wei Zhao actually took in millions of refugees.

Luo Shao felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about it.

He is the King of Weinan!

Although he only had 28,000 troops, and his forces were mostly local militia and county soldiers, and he had never fought any major battles, he still controlled three counties, had food supplies, soldiers, and a royal title.

Once you put on the title, you can't take it off.

To take it off means death.

Luo Shao paced back and forth in the hall a few times, then suddenly stopped.

"Pass on the order."

Several guards immediately knelt down.

Luo Shao's eyes were extremely sinister.

"Send fast horses to Chenqiao, to Bianzhou, to Liangzhou, to Huainan, to Hedong, to Jingxiang, to Lingnan, to Donglai, and to Anling."

The staff member was taken aback.

"Your Highness wants to..."

"Please convene the Nine Kings for an alliance."

Luo Shao gritted his teeth.

"Just say the Holy Fire Sect has been defeated, and Wei Zhao will inevitably be the next to weaken the power of the feudal lords. Today it's Weinan, tomorrow it will be theirs. Anyone who wants to sit at home and watch the show should just wait for the Xinwu Army to come and ransack their homes!"

The staff member's forehead was pressed to the ground.

"But the Ninth Prince may not be willing to come."

Luo Shao smiled.

His smile was ugly.

"They will come."

He understands these rebel kings all too well.

Everyone calls him "King," but deep down they all know how hollow his title is.

Lu Song died, the old Wei dynasty collapsed, and they took advantage of the chaos to seize territory; everyone wanted to gamble.

If Wei Zhao is dragged down to death by the Holy Fire Sect, they will be feudal lords. If Wei Zhao recovers, they will be rebels.

The only thing separating the feudal lords from the rebels was the spear in Wei Zhao's hand.

The Holy Fire Cult has now been defeated.

The spear was raised.

Can they still sit still?

Three days later, Chenqiao.

Nine royal flags were brought into Han Dashan's Black Mountain Army camp one after another.

Luo Shao arrived the earliest.

He didn't want to come early, but he had no choice.

He was closest to Wei Zhao, and therefore the most anxious.

Along the way, every time he saw a rider chasing from behind, he assumed it was a scout from the Xinwu Army, and his palms were constantly sweating.

This feeling is awful.

He used to laugh at others for being timid.

Now that it's Wei Zhao's turn to target him, he realizes what it means to be scared to death even before the blade falls.

Inside the main tent, Han Dashan sat in the main seat, his thick palms resting on the wine bowl, his face devoid of any smile.

"King Luo, you've arrived quite quickly."

Luo Shao felt a little relieved when he heard this address.

King Luo.

He's still a king, after all.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Since the King of Han has summoned me, how could I dare to be negligent?"

Han Dashan grinned.

"Don't flatter me. You're the one who rushed to deliver the message that Wei Zhao wants to eat you first."

Luo Shao's face flushed, but he forced a smile and said, "If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. If Weinan falls, who among you can remain safe?"

Old Zhou sat on the other side, toying with a short knife in his hand, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Stop with the nice talk. You're just scared."

Luo Shao choked and turned pale.

That old scoundrel!

But he didn't dare to curse.

Zhou Laodao's Red Knife Army, numbering 90,000, is blocking the Chenqiao Ferry. If a real battle breaks out, they could swallow up Weinan in one gulp.

He needs these people now, not to argue with them.

He could only endure it.

I endured the pain until my teeth ached.

Soon, the curtain was lifted again.

King Qin Lie of Liangzhou entered.

The man was tall and wore old frontier armor. He was accompanied by only two bodyguards and had no expression on his face.

His Tieling army numbered 80,000 and occupied three counties in Liangzhou. He was one of the few among the ten kings who could maintain military discipline.

Han Dashan glanced at him and snorted, "The King of Qin is quite composed."

Qin Lie sat down, his voice steady.

"If you couldn't keep your composure, you wouldn't be alive today."

Luo Shao's heart tightened.

These kinds of people are the most troublesome.

He's quiet and unassuming, yet he's calculating everything. If Wei Zhao really attacks Weinan, he might not come to the rescue; he might even take the opportunity to see if he'll die quickly enough.

Another person entered the tent, wearing a long robe with water patterns, jade hanging at his waist, and a smile on his face.

Du Heng, the King of Huainan.

The Huai River Alliance had 60,000 men, a strong navy, and lucrative salt trade. Luo Shao disliked him because this man viewed everyone as a business transaction.

Du Heng sat down and laughed.

"Gentlemen, don't all look so serious. Wei Zhao hasn't even reached outside the tent yet."

Old Zhou said coldly, "Will you still be laughing when the fighting reaches outside the tent?"

Du Heng's smile faded slightly.

"King Zhou's temper is still so fierce."

Immediately afterwards, Ma Chengyi, the Prince of Hedong, lifted the curtain and entered. He smelled strongly of rust and had a loud voice.

"Our mine is waiting to produce iron, who's in such a hurry to call for an alliance?"

He was the leader of the Hedong rebel army, with 70,000 soldiers, the most armored, and the worst discipline. Seeing him, Luo Shao felt a little more at ease.

This kind of person is greedy, ruthless, and prone to incitement.

If you tell him that Wei Zhao will seize his mine, he will definitely become restless.

King Xu Zhongmou of Jingxiang arrived shortly afterward.

The Qinglong Camp, numbering 50,000, guarded the grain supply route to Jingzhou and Xiangyang.

This man was dressed like a scholar, and upon entering the tent, he bowed respectfully and spoke politely.

"With all my royal brothers here, it seems that today's discussion concerns the overall situation of the world."

Han Dashan rolled his eyes.

"Could you please stop speaking as if you're writing a memorial to the throne?"

Xu Zhongmou smiled, not annoyed.

Luo Shao cursed inwardly.

Installed.

These are the best at pretending. They talk a good game, but when it comes to controlling the supply lines, they're more ruthless than anyone else.

If it weren't for Wei Zhao's rise to power, he would probably have already begun to seek his destiny.

Feng Wanjun, the King of Lingnan, arrived the slowest.

The Baiyue army numbered 40,000, mostly mountain people and barbarian soldiers. They were far from the capital and originally did not want to get involved in the mess in the Central Plains.

But the Holy Fire Cult was defeated too quickly, and he became afraid.

As soon as Feng Wanjun entered the tent, he said, "My kingdom is located in a remote and mountainous region, and Wei Zhao will not be able to conquer Lingnan for the time being. But if he can truly sweep away the north, it will be my turn sooner or later."

That's absolutely true.

Luo Shao was so impressed that he almost wanted to slam his fist on the table and applaud.

Sun Qing, the Prince of Donglai, entered, reeking of the sea, and greeted everyone with a smile and a cupped-hand salute.

"Gentlemen, the sea route is difficult, we are late."

Nobody believed his nonsense.

With Donglai Port and the salt fields in hand, and the Haidong Army numbering 35,000, they have plenty of ships and money.

Sun Qing is the kind of person who always knows how to leave himself a way out.

Perhaps he sent someone to Wei Zhao on his way here to test the waters.

The last to enter was Prince Xue Feng of Anling.

The White Deer Army numbered 40,000, and they gathered their forces by relying on the name of the former Wei imperial family.

As soon as Xue Feng entered the tent, he raised his chin, as if he were the rightful heir.

"You are all of humble origin, but I am a member of the royal family of the Great Wei. Wei Zhao usurped the throne and declared himself emperor, but his actions were illegitimate and unjust. Today, we gather here to uphold the rightful ruler and punish this traitor."

There was a moment of silence inside the tent.

Han Dashan burst out laughing.

"orthodox?"

Old Zhou also looked up at him.

Where were you when Lu Song killed Emperor Yuanxi?

Xue Feng's expression changed.

Xu Zhongmou picked up his teacup and said slowly:

"King Xue, today is for discussing how to save our lives, not for ancestral worship."

When this group got together, none of them were willing to concede to the others.

Han Dashan put the wine bowl on the table.

"Alright, everyone's here."

He glanced at the crowd, his voice deepening.