"Brothers! Follow me into battle! Let's take the enemy's head!"
Sun Zhongyu shouted slogans.
He raised his long sword and pierced the heart of the foreigner in front of him.
The dripping liquid slid down the blade of the long sword, fell to the ground, and bloomed into a scarlet flower.
A fishy smell filled the air.
This move undoubtedly gave Sun Zhongyu's camp a powerful boost of confidence.
They raised their weapons and charged fiercely towards the other side.
"Overestimating one's abilities."
Orwell twitched his lips, raised his longsword, and beheaded the man as easily as cutting grass.
Just a second ago, this soldier was shouting "Charge!"
He opened his mouth wide and stared excitedly ahead.
After rolling a few times on the ground, the head rolled to Sun Zhongyu's feet.
"This is what happens when you offend us!"
Orwell raised his voice and confronted Sun Zhongyu with weapons.
In the blink of an eye, neither side was willing to concede.
The two groups quickly clashed, with shouts and cries of battle filling the air.
In just a few moments, heads fell to the ground like ripe fruit.
No matter how brave and skilled Sun Zhongyu was, he only had one squad of men.
Five lords had gathered over there.
While observing the situation, Sun Zhongyu was also making plans in his mind.
He didn't know exactly how many foreign lords had chosen to form an alliance, but what he saw before him was by no means the whole picture.
Thinking of this, Sun Zhongyu's heart sank.
Even if I could control the situation here, so what?
What should be done about the remaining foreign lords?
This can only force those lords to strengthen their self-defense measures.
If all else fails, you can go somewhere else to lay low for a while.
Sun Zhongyu was just about to tip off the enemy when the channel interface was brought up.
He felt a chill run down his spine and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Wow--"
"Want to tip someone off?"
Taking advantage of his distraction, Orwell rushed to his side.
"You really think you can escape?"
"How naive!"
"You can't stop us, and you can't stop all the lords of our alliance!"
He loudly mocked Sun Zhongyu's naivety and ignorance, and mercilessly drew his blade.
"The other lords in our alliance have already led their armies to attack!"
"Soon, the entire monsoon plain will fall, and it will all belong to us!"
"Cough cough!"
Sun Zhongyu coughed and knelt on one knee, clutching his chest tightly to prevent his injury from worsening.
Fresh blood seeped from between his fingers.
The dizziness from blood loss had made it almost impossible for him to see Orwell clearly.
But his sarcastic face gradually became clear in Sun Zhongyu's mind.
"Lord Sun, we admire you and we don't want such a talented person as you to perish."
"Why don't you join forces with us? Victory will be ours. Your stubborn resistance will only lead to a more miserable death."
"Doesn't your Dragon Kingdom have an old saying, 'Peace is the most precious thing'? Why don't we turn swords into plowshares?"
Orwell extended his hand to him, as if he were truly sincere.
"If you agree, we guarantee to release all your soldiers."
"Once we have completely conquered the entire Monsoon Plain, we will give you the largest piece of the land."
"You will have the opportunity to stand on equal footing with us, and together we will rule the Monsoon Plains."
At this point, Orwell squinted his eyes in a dreamy manner.
"Ah, what a beautiful scene."
"Beautiful my ass!"
Sun Zhongyu spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed squarely on Orwell's face.
He wiped his face with a gloomy expression, and when he regained his vision, he saw Sun Zhongyu's mocking smile.
"Even if I die in battle, I will never be a traitor!"
"You want me to work for you? Dream on!"
As he finished speaking, Sun Zhongyu pulled out a dagger hidden in his sleeve and stabbed Orwell in the kidney.
This spot might not be fatal with a single blow, but it will definitely be the most painful.
Orwell screamed and collapsed to the ground.
The pain was draining all his strength from his body.
"Even if I die, I'll drag all of you dogs down to hell with me!"
Sun Zhongyu pulled out his dagger and forced himself to stand up.
The light spread from his palm all the way to the dagger, becoming the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.
A foreign lord who witnessed the scene recently shouted, "Madman!"
"These lords of the Dragon Kingdom are truly insane! At a time like this, instead of thinking about saving their own lives, they're actually plotting to die together with their enemies!"
"I knew it! All those Chinese are crazy!!!"
They hurriedly ran to the surrounding area, showing no intention of helping Orwell block the blow.
Orwell himself did not expect Sun Zhongyu to be so ruthless.
In his mind, surrendering was the best way out for Sun Zhongyu.
Given the current situation, he is bound to lose.
It would be better to join their alliance, where you can stand on equal footing with them and enjoy supreme rights.
Why not?
Why must we fight with all our might, even to the point of mutual destruction?
Orwell simply couldn't understand it.
Sun Zhongyu clearly didn't give him a chance to figure it out.
With a death wish, the move pierced his body in the blink of an eye.
Orwell hurriedly used his skills to protect his body.
"Lord Sun, that's about enough."
As Orwell's kidneys were blown to pieces, a strange energy protected his body.
At the same time, Sun Zhongyu's brain was held tightly in the palm of the newcomer.
He remained in the position of stabbing the knife, only his eyes were wide open.
Bloodshot veins covered the entire eyeball, which bulged out as if it were about to fall out.
"Orwell, quickly apologize to Lord Sun, and let's just let this matter rest."
The visitor was none other than Albert—the temporary leader of the "Anti-Soviet White Alliance".
They hold absolute power among foreign lords, and their rank is even higher than Sun Zhongyu's.
His skills lean towards mind control, and what protected Orwell was the artifact he wielded.
Upon hearing this voice, Orwell inexplicably spoke.
"I am very sorry, Lord Sun, please forgive my rudeness."
Albert nodded in satisfaction.
"Our sincerity is very strong, Lord Sun. We desperately need someone with your talent. Could you give us a chance to cooperate?"
"We have always valued talent, so please do not continue to do things that damage our harmony."
The ability to control minds entered Sun Zhongyu's ears along with his voice.
His gaze shifted repeatedly.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw corpses all over the ground.
Those were the bodies of his people in his territory.
In the fight just now, they were outnumbered and their bodies were already scattered all over the ground.
If you're lucky, you might be able to keep a whole body; if you're unlucky, you won't even be able to piece together a complete arm.
How could he become a traitor at a time like this?!
"You're dreaming!"
Sun Zhongyu turned the dagger around and, to everyone's astonishment, stabbed himself.
With Albert around, he knew he couldn't get close to Orwell at all.
The only thing he could do was kill himself.
Only the dead are immune to mental control.
He would rather die than become their puppet and fight against his own people.
Qian Shoucheng, who had been half-dead, suddenly sensed something.
He squinted his eyes and witnessed Sun Zhongyu's suicide attempt.
This is Sun Zhongyu!
Even he couldn't withstand those foreign leaders; whoever came to that entire monsoon plain would just be sent to their deaths.
In a flash, he thought of the most suitable candidate.
While everyone's attention was focused on Sun Zhongyu, Qian Shoucheng shakily opened a private chat channel.
That was his last hope.
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