Chapter 309: King and sword

Chapter 309 The King and the Sword
"Han Xin's Crimson Sword?" The king was taken aback for a moment, and ordered the left and right to pull out the Crimson Sword and hand it to him.
He looked carefully and looked at this sharp and dazzling sword, which had killed countless Chu army swords, but his eyes still couldn't help showing admiration.
"Good sword!"
This is the first time that a king has given such a high evaluation of which sword.
Sword Spirit carefully looked at the man in front of him, vicissitudes and depression, but faintly sharp.
This is the overlord Xiang Yu.
"Overlord, God asked you to get the Scarlet Eye Sword, which is what God wants. God wants you to use this sword to come back to the East and level the thief!" A general said with a fist in his arms.
Hearing what he said, the other generals all knelt down and held their fists at the king.
"Please hold this sword overlord to smooth out the thief!"
Swinger Han Thief?
The king was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled bitterly.
Is it possible?
He has a million Chu army strength, and now there are only dozens of old, weak, sick and disabled, and there are less than five, following his generals...
The Han Dynasty has already invaded his territory, and the limelight is strong.
is it possible……
The king sighed, and silently stroked the Scarlet Eye Sword in front of him, and said: "All the soldiers are tired. Set up camp first and rest a bit. Let's talk about this later."
As he said, the king pulled out his original sword and inserted it on the ground.
Insert the red pupil sword into his scabbard.
Soon, everyone turned on their horses and came to the Wuhe River.
This river contained countless Jiangdong children and was also called the mother river by the Chu Dynasty.
They stood beside the Wuhe River, quietly looking at the turbulent river, their eyes could not help but show sadness. Some of the fragile ones even started crying, a solemn atmosphere filled the Chu army.
The king turned around and glanced at the soldiers behind him, a feeling of exhaustion welled up in his heart.
He was suddenly tired, but he did not say it because he was afraid that he would affect his morale.
Just silently instructed the soldiers to set up a camp by the Wuhe River.
Sword Spirit was right by the king's side, looking at these Chu Army soldiers, there was a pensive look in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xiang Yu? Isn't that the enemy of the Han Dynasty?
If he killed Xiang Yu himself, wouldn't it be a merit of the Han Dynasty?
At that time, will he be able to return to Han Xin's side?
Thinking of this, Jian Ling's body seemed to flash out of lightning, which made his whole person excited.
A thought circulated in Jian Ling's mind.
...
...
Soon, it was late at night.
There was silence beside the Wu River, except for a few soldiers who watched the night, all the soldiers fell asleep.
The king was in the camp, tossing and turning, it was not that he couldn't sleep, but that he could see the Chu army who died tragically in front of him when he closed his eyes.
The dream made the king startled in a cold sweat and woke up from the nightmare.
Jian Ling looked at him silently, lifted the quilt, stood up, then lifted the curtain of the camp, and walked out slowly.
"Overlord." When they saw him, the two soldiers immediately clasped their fists and said respectfully: "Overlord, it's still early, why don't you sleep for a while?"
"Can't sleep, come out and go around." The king said with a slight smile.
"Then... shall we accompany you?"
"No, no need." The king waved his hand and said lightly: "I'll just go around alone."
"Yes!" The two clasped their fists and responded, watching the king slowly leave.
He walked to the Wuhe River, found a stone pier, sat down silently, facing the vast Wuhe River.
The evening breeze danced lightly, curling up the king's sideburns, revealing the white silk hidden below.
A generation of overlords is still old after all.
"The opposite of Wuhe is the hometown of the Overlord, right?" In silence, a voice suddenly rang.
The king was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't show too much surprise. He glanced at the Scarlet Eye Sword beside him, and said with a smile: "Yes, the opposite is my hometown... Do something."
Speaking of this, the king smiled and said: "Unexpectedly, your sword actually produces a sword spirit? It really is a magic sword."
Excalibur?
Hearing this, Jian Ling was stunned for a moment. For some unknown reason, he suddenly remembered the scene of the Han soldiers calling himself evil.
An inexplicable emotion came out of the sword spirit's body.
But this kind of feeling was quickly suppressed by him. No, he was Han Xin's sword. How could he have feelings for Xiang Yu?
He was silent for a while and said, "Overlord, are you really planning to visit Jiangdong?"
"Why not?" The king was taken aback for a moment, and smiled: "Jiangdong is my hometown, except there, where can I go..."
The king sighed, his tone full of despair and helplessness.
Yes, except there, where can he go?
"The Overlord wants to go back to Jiangdong, but Jiangdong's old folks may not welcome you back." Jian Ling smacked his tongue and said lightly.
"What do you mean by this?" The king frowned, his tone a little unhappy.
"Don't be angry with Overlord, I'm just telling a fact." Jian Ling said lightly: "Please think about Overlord. If you were Liu Bang, would you let Overlord leave?"
"Although the tiger is dead, Yu Wei is still there. If I were Liu Bang, I would definitely not let the overlord live." Jian Ling said: "After all, if a character like you does not die, it will be a hardship for everyone. Ann!"
The king's eyes showed resentment: "He wants to come, then let him come. My Xichu child may not be afraid of him!"
"You are not afraid, but what about Jiangdong's elders?" Jian Ling asked suddenly.
Hearing this, the king shook his whole body, looked at the sword spirit in a daze, and said, "What do you...what do you mean by this?"
"Overlord, please think about it!" Jian Ling said, "What is the situation in the Han Dynasty now? What is the situation in you? Liu Bang wants to kill you, so he doesn't need to waste any effort. On the other hand, you want to make a comeback. It's too difficult!"
"I believe that in a short time, the Han army will catch up to Jiangdong. Then, what should you do?" Jian Ling said bitterly.
Hearing this, the king gave a wry smile, his eyes showing a deep depression.
As soon as the Han army came, with Liu Bang and Han Xin's personalities, he would surely slaughter his Jiangdong elders!
Let his people of the Chu Dynasty have no more sins!
"Oh." Jian Ling sighed and said, "Overlord, you are a loyal person. I believe you don't want to see, Elder Jiang Dong died for himself, right?"
"What am I going to do?" The king whimpered with tears, staring at the sword beside him blankly.
"Dead!" Jian Ling uttered a word.
This word made the temperature of the entire Wuhe River seem much colder.
"Only death can save Jiangdong!" Jian Ling said coldly.
"Death..." The king's tone was stagnant, and there was hesitation in his eyes.
"Why, are you afraid of death?"
"Afraid of death?" The king laughed, "I have a stubborn meat with Xiang Yu, but it's death, so what's the fear? But if I die, what will these Chu soldiers do? Without my protection, they won't be bound to die. ?"
"Overlord, please rest assured." Jian Ling said: "Then Liu Bang has always been worthy of benevolence and righteousness in governing the country. As long as you die, he will naturally not embarrass these old, weak, sick, and people in Jiangdong. After all, he just got it now. After the Chu Dynasty, he still had to regain the hearts of the people. To him, the massacre was of no benefit.
Upon hearing this, the king took a deep breath.
I don't know if it was Sword Spirit's words that moved him, or because of the sad atmosphere that made him feel.
Two lines of tears slowly shed in his eyes.
He stood up, and took a final look at the camp by the Wuhe River and the loyal soldiers who followed him.
Then he picked up the Chi pupil sword beside him and wiped it to his neck.
Sucking himself to death!