Chapter 427: Striving to Achieve KPIs (Part 7) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
Su Shiyi Lu held a high position and wielded great power in Shiwu.
Born into a military family, and possessing exceptional fighting skills and numerous battle achievements, a significant portion of the Ten Crows' forces are intricately connected to him. Furthermore, the Ten Crows themselves revere martial prowess, and those with exceptional martial skills can easily overcome bloodline prejudices.
In other words, while he wouldn't claim to know every single martial artist in the Ten Crows region, he had at least "heard of" them. The martial artists currently attacking him were all unfamiliar faces, and he knew nothing of their fighting styles.
This is very abnormal.
This means the mastermind behind the scenes has grand ambitions and is extremely cunning! They began a long and meticulous plan, secretly cultivating an elite military force, keeping them well hidden as a trump card, ready to be revealed at the crucial moment!
Having enemies is not scary; what is scary is that these enemies can lie in wait and operate for years on end.
This kind of endurance is terrifying.
His loud questioning went unanswered. The three men attacked almost simultaneously, heading towards Su Shiyilu from three different directions, leaving him no way out.
No more talk, let's fight!
Clang!
Clang!
As weapons clashed, sparks flew and dust billowed around the battlefield. The piercing sounds of impact subtly told the story of the arduous battle. Blood from Su Shiyilu's wounds flowed down his arm, down the blade, forming a string of droplets that splattered into the mud, pooling into a small pool of blood.
A long, bloody slice of meat fell to the ground not far away.
This was accidentally cut off.
Seeing that Su Shiyilu was about to be exhausted, one of them said, "Old man, stop resisting!"
Su Shiyi Lu gasped for breath, gripping his weapon tightly as he tried to make out the increasingly blurry figures in front of him.
He laughed coldly, "No wonder, no wonder—"
No wonder he didn't recognize these people.
Although this person speaks the language of Shiwu, his accent is not pure.
He shouldn't be one of the Ten Crows.
Most of them were recruited with high salaries from somewhere.
It doesn't matter which prince it is anymore...
Each one is a suspect.
As the king's sons grew older, they came of age, took control of military forces, and their ambitions swelled unchecked.
Su Shi Yilu repeatedly pleaded with the king to suppress his sons in order to ensure the reputation and stable position of the queen's sons.
One reason is that he is the prince's uncle.
Another reason is the fear of "instability".
Su Shiyilu carefully studied the patterns of regime change in various countries on the continent and found that "internal strife" was an important cause of chaos.
Indulging and fostering an unhealthy atmosphere of infighting is detrimental to the smooth transition and growth of a regime, and in severe cases, it can lead to its demise.
The issue of succession must be taken seriously.
It's best not to give the other princes any hope in the first place.
The king heeded Su Shiyilu's advice, but unusually rejected it on the issue of succession. He disregarded the so-called "lessons learned" from the continental kingdoms—the idea of primogeniture. The Ten Crows needed a strong king, just as only the strongest and most skilled wolf could be the alpha of a pack. Could an incompetent sheep become king and lead the Ten Crows out of this wretched land to conquer the Central Plains?
He himself is not some kind of legitimate son or eldest son; he got to his current position entirely through his own fists.
He viewed Su Shiyilu's suggestions as "alarmist" and "overly self-serving," and neither listened to nor adopted them.
He was happy to watch his sons grow up and one day challenge for the position of alpha wolf and become the new alpha wolf!
He liked and valued the Queen's son very much, but Shiwu was more important to him than his affection.
Faced with the relentless onslaught, Su Shiyilu became increasingly overwhelmed, his wounds visibly multiplying until he was so exhausted that he knelt on one knee, using his weapon for support.
The enemy, of course, would not let this opportunity pass and attacked again.
In this situation, Su Shiyilu didn't have many options.
He had two options: either reveal his last trump card and take these enemies away, or hold on a little longer until his personal guards on the other battlefields were free to help him. The latter possibility grew increasingly slim with time, while the enemy's reinforcements continued to arrive, secretly firing several arrows at him. If he hadn't dodged in time and avoided vital points, he would probably be dead by now, but he was now like a hedgehog.
Several arrows were stuck in his front and back.
There is currently only one option.
But at this critical juncture, an unexpected event occurred—a divine soldier descended from the sky, and a strange stream of literary energy entered Su Shiyilu's body, like a long-awaited rain after a drought, quickly nourishing this parched and cracked land.
In stark contrast to Su Shiyilu's ecstatic expression, the three enemy soldiers whose killing moves had been blocked by the literary energy wall looked utterly horrified, seemingly not expecting Su Shiyilu to have any trump cards up his sleeve. Without hesitation, one of them restrained Su Shiyilu while the other two went to kill the unfamiliar literary scholar.
With the battle fought to this point, and thousands of men reduced to less than one-tenth of their original number, how could we possibly lose!
"Get out here!"
One of the warriors, suppressing his rage, unleashed a deafening roar. The sound waves scattered and crashed, causing the earth to tremble, whipping up a whirlwind, and churning up sand and gravel.
Wherever the blast hits, even a person weighing over a hundred pounds wouldn't be able to stand firmly. Theoretically, it can break the protective spells of scholars.
However, the target has not yet been determined.
On the contrary, it was their own men who came to help who were affected. The least injured suffered internal injuries and bled from their mouths and noses, while the weaker ones simply fainted. Seeing this, Su Shiyilu finally felt a great sense of satisfaction. He didn't care who the scholar who suddenly appeared was; anyone who could help him was one of his own.
He coughed up blood, then laughed wildly and mocked, "Looks like God doesn't want to take my life yet!"
"You will all be executed!"
It took the combined efforts of the three of them to subdue Su Shiyilu.
Two of them were separated at this point, and the remaining one was pinned to the ground and rubbed against the ground, narrowly escaping death several times.
The atmosphere had built up to this point.
He won't be satisfied if he doesn't accept this head!
Knowing he was in danger, the man decided to fight with his back against the wall and go all out. But before he could prepare to fight to the death, his surging martial energy suddenly turned cold, and a gleaming sword tip pierced through his abdomen.
The sword blade cleaved it in two from bottom to top, splitting it in two along the middle.
He was dumbfounded.
As he looked back, he vaguely saw a face stained with blood and dust; the person was very young.
Meanwhile, Su Shiyilu, who had regained his former glory, was also dumbfounded, as the merits he had just earned were stolen right under his nose!
Before he could respond, the man, weakly supporting himself with his sword, covered in blood and breathing unsteadily, said, "Envoy, I am late... Princess... is she alright...?"
Su Shiyilu barely recognized who this person was.
The newly appointed governor of Longwu County.
How could Su Shiyilu know anything about the princess?
He was beaten so badly he nearly lost his life, so Princess Heqin, being one of the enemy's targets, was naturally in grave danger. If they hurried, they'd probably be drinking the Meng Po soup by now.
"I have already sent men to escort His Highness away, but I do not know the situation. Why is Lord Shen in such a state?" Su Shiyilu replied casually.
"The camp was suddenly attacked by a blazing fire... and then there was a night raid by bandits..." Shen Tang's eyes reddened, her face filled with grief, "...Our army suffered a crushing defeat, with only a few dozen men escaping from the entire camp, their fates unknown..."
Su Shiyi Lu had also noticed the sudden descent of heavenly fire; it was indeed ferocious, and even ordinary retainers would have difficulty escaping, let alone the group of ordinary tribute women. "The most urgent task is to reunite with Princess Wang and the others as soon as possible. I beg Lord Shen to lend me a hand!"
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Oh my god, it's the college entrance exam today...
By the way, are there any cute students taking the college entrance exam among the mushroom readers?
P.S.: I'll refresh this chapter in a few minutes. I need to add some words to this chapter because I'm running out of time...
(End of this chapter)
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