Chapter 1483: Do You Want Me to Die?

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"What I want is not just these so-called reputations."

Emperor Huangji's expression remained cold, and he bluntly stated, "General Ronglu, were these words your own, or did they come from my elder brother"

Guar Jia Ronglu frowned and said angrily, "What do you mean by that, Thirteenth Brother I'm afraid I don't understand."

You know if you understand or not.

The Emperor struck the hilt of the sword lying across the long case with a slap, and said in a frigid voice: “I haven’t got much time to waste arguing with you. This time, the Jin Dynasty has sent out 300,000 troops. If we lose, perhaps some of you will have reasons to escape blame, and there will be powerful figures in the country to vouch for you. But I will certainly die!”

"I don't want to die!"

"Since I chose to come to this table myself, the chips are naturally under my own control."

"All that has happened before, how you colluded with others in China, I could ignore. But here today, if anyone dares to touch my command authority, then they will be asking for death! I will absolutely not surrender!"

To those who wish for my death, I will drag them to hell before I go myself!

Huang Jitian's gaze was as cold and venomous as a snake, sweeping over the faces of all the generals in the tent. He said word by word: "So, this sentence should be given to you. If we achieve victory in this battle, then all of you will be heroes. We will reward each of you accordingly when we return. But the premise is that any inappropriate thoughts must be put away. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Seeing Huangjitian's attitude so domineering and overbearing, a general close to Gualjia Ronglu whispered, "With such a big show, those who know think you are the Thirteenth Brother, and those who don't know think you have already ascended the throne."

Though spoken softly, the words cut through the silence of the hushed tent like a knife.

Gua'erjia Ronglu's heart tightened, and he immediately turned his head to rebuke, "Shut up! You dare say anything Do you want to die"

"Get out of here and slap yourself twenty times!"

Though it appears to be a punishment, it is actually Guarjia Ronglu protecting his subordinates.

The general also realized he had spoken out of turn and hurriedly bowed his head, trying to slip away.

"Stop."

As he turned around, a cold voice echoed from behind him, "Huang Ji Tian."

His body tensed slightly, the general turned with a gritted jaw.

The moment he turned, he saw a flash of brilliant sword light.

"Stop!"

Guaerjia Ronglu's roar accompanied by the gleam of his snow-white sword, came charging. Before this general could recover from his shock, the long sword had already pierced his throat, sending him to the west.

One sword pierced the general, and Huangji Tian immediately turned around, his long sword already pointed at Gualjia Ronglu who was charging up.

The blood-red sword tip was only a few inches away from Gualjia Ronglu.

It was just this distance that made Guarjia Ronglu dare not take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Inside the tent, there was deathly silence, broken only by Guarjia Ronglu's heavy breathing.

At the tip of the sword, a single drop of scarlet blood fell, shattering the silence.

"General Ronglu, are you going to make me die too"

Though Mingming was saying words that wished death upon him, the long sword in Huangji Tian's hand still glinted with a terrifyingly cold light.

This is clearly the Emperor's decree for Guarjia Ronglu to die.

Gua Erjia Ronglu widened his eyes, stared fixedly at Huangji Tian, and gritted his teeth, saying: "You're crazy!"

"Yes, I'm crazy!"

Huangji Tian coldly smiled and said: “As I said, these 300,000 soldiers are what I bet everything on. If I lose, I will be doomed forever. So, why should I let others dictate the terms”on King Zhao is like mud splashed on one's trousers – it can't be washed away no matter what.""Hahaha!"Li Yinhu, who was already on edge, was completely driven to madness by Zhou Ping'an's final laugh...