Kill him!
I'm definitely going to kill him! Everyone below turned their weapons on Chen Fan, shouting for his death.
"It seems everyone has calmed down. Let me tell you some good news and some bad news. The good news is that I planted a timed bomb nearby. The bad news is that it'll detonate in ten minutes. Well! Are you going to run for your lives, or fight here to the bitter end and perish together? I don't care. In ten minutes, I'll be at the north gate. Are you going to kill each other, kill each other, or kill each other?"
A slight commotion broke out below, but no all-out brawl erupted. Previously, only the Kingdom Army had been here, but now almost both sides were present.
"That madman!" No one doubted that Chen Fan was telling the truth. This man was simply too insane, his mind utterly abnormal. Saying one thing and doing another was the specialty of madmen like him. Especially in their current situation, they would rather doubt what a normal person said than doubt a madman—particularly when that madman belonged to a third party, neither the Kingdom Army nor the Rebel Army. That was precisely why they believed Chen Fan's words.
The Kingdom Army swears to defend the royal palace to the death!!
Defend it to the death! Defend it to the death! ... The Kingdom Army slammed their weapons against the ground, their overwhelming momentum surging forth.
This threw the Rebel Army, which had been cobbled together from nothing more than a mob, into slight disarray. "The first drumbeat raises morale, the second weakens it, and the third exhausts it"—an old saying from China's ancient military history, one that carried profound truth.
Previously, Chen Fan's voice and words had completely scattered their morale.