That leaves only Jin Jiande, that coward who's afraid of death and acts like he's lost his balls after a battle!
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"Bastard! This coward!" Kim Geon-in roared angrily.
Besides being angry at his second brother, he was even more furious that this decision had not been discussed with him.
Although I wasn't in the capital at the time, why wasn't I invited back to make such an important decision?
Kim Geon-in believed that if he had gone back, this decision would never have been made!
He had considered countless possibilities for dealing with the rebels, but he never expected that his own backyard would be on fire. Before the battle even began, the rebels had already split into two camps: those who wanted to fight and those who wanted to retreat and preserve their strength.
Therefore, he sent several men back to the capital to convey his intention to continue fighting, but the result was that he was instructed to hold the line there while they continued to withdraw.
This made Kim Geon-in suddenly realize that he might have been excluded.
He couldn't think of anyone who would put him in this situation. The only person who had the ability and the possibility of opposing him was Jin Jiande!
Thinking of this, Kim Geon-in became even more furious.
He kicked the fallen messenger repeatedly, as if he had gone mad.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
The messenger's body was kicked until it was twisted in a ball, his armor even dented, but Kim Geon-in continued kicking, cursing as he did so.
"You bastard! Do you want to die?!"
"Looks like the lesson I gave you last time wasn't enough!"
"Die! Die!"
The messenger's body had been kicked so badly that it resembled a tattered wad of cotton, its shape completely unrecognizable.
Blood splattered out, and the tent reeked of blood.
The subordinates standing nearby all kept their heads down, not daring to look at the unrecognizable corpse.
Sudden.
Jin Jianren stopped kicking and instead grabbed Jin Zhao's neck with his other hand.
Jin Zhao was eight feet tall, but under Jin Jianren's hands, he was as weak as a child. His eyes were panicked and his face was flushed red.
"Tell me, do you think I can't handle the rebels?!"
Kim Geon-in's狰狞 face was still stained with blood splattered from the corpse, and he asked Kim Jo with a fierce look.
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