Chapter 1017: A Step Shorter
Prince Zhao slammed his fist on the table, and the thick Huanghuali wood table shattered. "Shengze, you little brat, are going too far!"
Just now, someone reported to him what happened to Zhao Ling before the messenger arrived.
In the eyes of King Zhao, all of this was planned by Sheng Ze.
From the beginning, he had people build momentum in Chenzhou, exaggerating the situation in Ezhou to arouse people's yearning, to now forcing him to buy their weapons, all of these things were planned by Shengze behind the scenes.
Regardless of what King Zhao thought, for Zhao Bing, today was the perfect opportunity to get rid of Zhao Ling!
"Father, the most urgent thing is to rescue my elder brother first." Zhao Bing looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
King Zhao snorted coldly, "He is the crown prince of Zhao, and he was captured with 5,000 elite soldiers. What use is there to me if he is captured?"
Zhao Bing was overjoyed when he heard this, but he still looked worried. "But no matter what, my elder brother is the prince of Zhao. If father doesn't rescue him, the world will probably gossip about him..."
He naturally said that he was thinking about Prince Zhao and showed a little brotherhood, but his actual subtext was that the whole world knew that Prince Zhao's son was useless and Prince Zhao would lose face in the future.
Even if Zhao Ling was rescued later, King Zhao would still dislike him when he thought of this incident. As time went on, the position of the crown prince would naturally be replaced by someone else.
King Zhao put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in the room. After a long time, he looked at Zhao Bing and said, "This matter should not be publicized. The task of rescuing your elder brother is left to you. You must be responsible for keeping your men's mouths shut, otherwise..."
Zhao Bing's excitement and happiness instantly diminished, but he immediately agreed, "I will definitely live up to my father's trust!"
No matter what, if Zhao Ling was saved by him, he would always be inferior to him in the future. As for other things, there is still a long way to go.
Chen Chen and Ling Yun did not take Zhao Ling away, but set up camp on the spot.
After a year of training, the Hubei Northern Army has become very familiar with setting up tents on the go.
Today, the Hubei North Army operates according to modern military management. For example, when going out on a mission, everyone's marching bag contains not only supplies and dry food, but also various things needed to set up tents. Only when a team of people works together can the tents be set up successfully.
The Hubei Northern Army executed this very well. Ling Yun only said that they would stay here overnight, and the soldiers quickly set up the tents.
Zhao Ling looked at all this and his face turned even darker.
If he were not the prince of Zhao, he would have wanted to join the Hubei Northern Army.
As soon as this thought arose in his mind, Zhao Ling immediately shook his head. How could he have such an idea? No matter how good the Hubei Northern Army was, it was still their enemy!
At this moment, the fireman took out the marching rations provided by the general and cooked soup. The fragrance drifted over from afar and went straight into Zhao Ling's nose, making him sniff constantly.
“What are they cooking that smells so good?”
Zhao Wangjun is not without five senses. After being hungry for a whole day, how could he not be moved by the smell of delicious food?
They originally thought that the Hubei Northern Army would rob them of the food they brought, but it turned out that they brought their own food, and it seemed that what they ate was better than what they had.
At this time, Shen Shen came over with a tray and walked towards Zhao Ling with a faint smile, "Prince, it's time to eat. The conditions are simple and the food is simple. Please don't waste food."
After saying that, he placed a large bowl of steaming soup, a sweet potato and two potatoes in front of Zhao Ling.
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