"It doesn't matter. We can slaughter that bastard Gao Shishan after we take Leling."
In the candlelight, Gao Shitong sat behind his desk, outwardly unperturbed, though his tone sounded deeply sincere.
"I promise you all, our Hebei Righteous Army will never truly associate with someone like him. Don't forget, the situation now is that Qian Tang, Pingyuan's deputy governor, has withdrawn his forces to the commandery seat at Ande City. Its walls are high, its granaries full, and its troops numerous. We've attacked for over a month without taking it, and there's basically no hope left. Meanwhile, our own grain and weapons are dwindling. If we can take Leling, then seize Gao Shizan's estate, things will become much easier."
Having finished, this marshal of the Hebei Righteous Army, who commanded over a hundred thousand men, sheltered in the indistinct light and carefully studied the men below him. Only when he saw that the officers from the Pingyuan Army and the newly arrived rebel leaders had fallen silent did he inwardly release half a breath of relief.
Just then, however, a Bohai Army leader surnamed Gao could not help frowning again. "Whatever the case, he came to join us of his own accord, yet we're going to kill him afterward. Will anyone trust us in the future? Besides, Seventh Master Gao is from our own Bohai, with our own surname. He and the chief have always called each other brothers."
Gao Shitong's head felt twice its size, and he was about to explain again.
Of course, with those Pingyuan Army officers and newly joined rebel leaders right beside him, how could he get a turn? Someone immediately sneered from among them, "A man-eating bastard-is he really a proper member of the Bohai Gao Clan?"
Those words bristled with spears and clubs,