King Zhennan had led his personal guards to suppress the Third Prince. In this short time, the army was only a hundred miles away from Jubei.
If they were to march through the night, they would be able to reach North Rebel City by tomorrow morning.
He really wanted to march through the night and reach the North Rebel City as soon as possible.
He could kill this thief earlier and bring back his son.
In this way, there would be no worries in the future, and great events could be expected.
However, the greatest taboo in a marching battle was to fight with a tired army.
Therefore, he ordered them to stay here and rest. They would set off early the next morning and arrive at the North Rebel City at noon.
Sitting in the camp, he spread out the map and thought about how to attack tomorrow.
Should he directly gather his army to attack, or should he besiege the north and cut off his rations?
King Zhennan's army was not as poor as the barbarians. In the entire Li Dynasty, there was no one richer than his army.
He didn't need to fight with the Third Prince and just surrounded Ju Beicheng.
When the food in the North Rebel City was exhausted, they could only wait for death.
If the Third Prince dared to come out of the city to meet him, that would be even better.
He would wait for fatigue and lead the army to crush the old and weak soldiers who were resisting the north.
"Report! Your Highness, there's the latest secret letter from the North City's spies.”
"Read it."
"Your Highness, this morning, the rebels came out of the city to confront the barbarian army. The barbarian general called out before the battle, and the rebels accepted the challenge. With one slash, the barbarian general was beheaded. Then,"
The spy's letter detailed the battle in the northern city today.
What caught King Zhennan's attention the most was that this thief could actually kill the barbarian general.
If he remembered correctly, the barbarian general was a Rank-5 Grandmaster.
It seemed that this thief's strength was even stronger than he had expected.
However, so what?
He was just a fifth-grade grandmaster. He could kill him with a raise of his hand.
He thought that the guy had underestimated the enemy, so the thief seized the opportunity and killed him.
No matter how talented a thief was, as long as he did not reach the martial grandmaster realm, he could only die under his own blade.
After the scouts were dismissed, King Zhennan sat in the military camp.
Although the northern city army was just so-so, they were definitely not a match for his personal guards.
However, if the other party dragged on, it would not be a problem for them to last for more than a month.
He had sent out his troops in a hurry and did not bring any siege weapons.
At the beginning, he did not plan to attack the city, even though the terrain of the North City was too special and narrow.
If they really attacked the city, they would not be able to use the siege weapons. Instead, they would be trapped and give the enemy an opportunity.
As long as they surrounded the city, the thief would be a turtle in a jar.
The northern part of the city was desolate, and there was very little food and grass.
Almost every month, they had to transport grain from the hinterland of Dali.
Because the war was about to start, the thieves must have prepared food long ago.
However, time was too short, and the thieves rebelled.
There were many people who did not dare to sell grain to thieves, so there must not be much grain.
Now, they heard that the thief had killed the general of the barbarians and the barbarians had scattered.
King Zhennan suddenly realized why he was wasting time.
Although Beicheng could not hold on for long, it would delay the opportunity.
Right now, he only wanted to quickly defeat the thief, bring his son back to his fief, and plot something big.
What the fatuous ruler wanted was not the North City, but the head of this thief.
He would bring the grandmasters under him overnight and the few of them would directly surround and kill the thief.
Once the thief is dead, there is no leader. What is the use of resisting the scattered soldiers in the north city?
They could only lay down their weapons and surrender.
"Someone come! Call the generals over."
The soldiers waiting outside the tent received the order and went to the barracks to gather the generals.
Not long after, the generals arrived at King Zhennan's camp.
All of them had suspicious expressions on their faces, wondering what else his highness wanted.
Previously, His Highness had already given instructions for tomorrow's matters, and the pre-battle arrangements had long been completed.
"Your Highness, you summoned us late at night. Is there a change in the battle?”
"Just now, the scouts sent news that the thief had killed the barbarian general with one slash.”
"Barbarian General? This person is a Peak Rank-5 Grandmaster?"
Southern King nodded.
The generals were a little surprised to receive the king's affirmative reply.
It had only been a short while, but the Third Prince, who had just entered the Grandmaster Realm, was already able to kill a peak Rank-5 Grandmaster.
If he continued to develop like this, how could he be worse?
One had to know that the Third Prince was only in his early twenties. This was the most terrifying thing.
"Your Highness, what do you mean?"
"The thief killed the general of the Barbarian Race, and the 200,000 Barbarian soldiers were scattered. The other 200,000 soldiers fled without fighting.”
The general was stunned. His Highness was planning to behead him.
As long as the thief was killed, there would be no one to rely on for the so-called unity of the whole family.
"If the thief dies, the North City will be broken with a snap of the finger!”
"That's right. Although the soldiers and civilians of North City are united and are all supporters of the thief, once the thief is dead, there will be no backbone.”
"Your Highness, you mean that tonight, we will…"
One of the generals understood and made a gesture on his neck.
Southern King nodded.
"Go back and prepare. Later, follow me to sneak into Jubei City and kill this thief.”
"This subordinate accepts the order!"
Several generals immediately filed out and returned to their respective tents to make preparations.
It would take another night to march a hundred miles, but for a grandmaster realm expert.
The time for two incense sticks to burn was almost up. The strength of the grandmaster realm was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"Even if you can kill a Peak Rank-5 Grandmaster, can you still escape from me?
King Zhennan could actually kill him by himself and call a few generals.
It was just his personality. After all, it was better to be safe than sorry.
Just as King Zhennan saw that the general trend was already on his side and was happy in his heart.
Footsteps came from behind him, as well as the sound of the tent being opened.
Yes! My subordinates are always efficient.
He was a little surprised that he was ready so quickly.
King Zhennan asked without turning his head.
"You're ready so quickly?"
"I'm ready. I just don't know if you're ready?”
"Naturally, I'm accurate."
This voice was not his subordinate, but why did it sound so familiar?
King Zhennan turned his head and saw a figure slowly becoming clear in the faint candlelight.
His long hair was draped behind his back, and he held a golden long saber in his hand. There was still blood dripping from the saber.
"Ah? It's you!"
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