"I'm not crazy, you guys just watch!"
Lin Rusong glared at them and handed them the battle report.
After reading the battle report, everyone trembled, and some even burst into tears.
In one battle, they annihilated an army of 500,000, killed Tuoba Wanli and his strategist Ashina Dubi, leaving only Prime Minister Yelü Hai in the Northern Barbarians. They were utterly powerless to hold on, and with just one final step remaining, the Northern Barbarians would be completely wiped out.
The blood feud has been avenged.
"Waaaaah, the Crown Prince has finally avenged Northern Liang!"
"Heaven has eyes! The Crown Prince killed over 500,000 of them in this battle. The Northern Liang has been avenged!"
"How magnificent is the young master! He truly deserves to be called a peerless talent capable of single-handedly building up Xiliang. Our ancestors of Northern Liang can now Anxi."
"Yes, finally someone has paid for the bloodshed of Northern Liang!"
Most of these generals were Lin Rusong's confidants, people who had fought alongside him through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Their relatives had also died at the hands of the Northern Barbarians, and the bloodied and mangled faces still haunted them to this day.
Countless times they woke up at night to find their pillows soaked with tears, all because of their deepest obsessions, and now they had finally gotten their revenge.
Long live the Crown Prince!
Long live the Prince of Xiliang!
Perhaps even Tiandu couldn't bear to see it anymore, which is why it allowed such an unparalleled hero like the Crown Prince to be born in Northern Liang, to avenge his family.
If Heaven had not given birth to a crown prince, the wronged souls of Northern Liang would not be able to find peace!
For a moment, they were crying and laughing, even dancing with joy; today was the day to go crazy!
"Haha, get me some wine! I'm going to get completely drunk today!"
Lin Rusong laughed heartily, pounding his chest repeatedly. He hadn't been this happy in a long time. Even if he died now, he could die in peace.
Seeing the tears in his men's eyes, he couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Haha, look at you guys, even wetting yourselves! Looks like you're scared by my son, aren't you? You tell me, aren't you fierce!"
"Holy crap, the young master is too awesome!" Huang Yuntao couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"More than 500,000 people were killed in the first war, that was so satisfying!"
"I have nothing more to say, I will kowtow to the Crown Prince!!"
The crowd cheered. Killing more than 500,000 people—if that wasn't impressive, then nothing could be more impressive.
Lin Rusong was extremely pleased with himself. He looked at the person next to him and said proudly, " Wang Yining, my son is unparalleled. In this battle, he was unstoppable. The Northern Barbarians were like clay chickens and earthen dogs in his hands."
Even if Li Anlan's father, Li Ruyuan, were to be resurrected, he couldn't possibly win such a battle, could he?
hey-hey!
Everyone burst into laughter, their eyes filled with provocation as they looked at Wang Yining, that old scoundrel.
This kid dared to be so disrespectful before, but now his legs must be trembling. Now that the Crown Prince has destroyed the Northern Barbarians, the entire North will belong to him, and a mere Wang Clan is simply not worth mentioning.
Our Crown Prince is just that amazing!
this...
Wang Yining was also deeply shocked by the news. He couldn't help but exclaim, " The Prince of Xiliang's annihilation of the Northern Barbarians is something that even the previous dynasties couldn't accomplish, let alone the resurrection of the Emperor Emeritus. It's truly unparalleled!"
He sighed, still holding back a thought.
If the Prince of Xiliang were an emperor, it would probably be a legendary tale, and Lin Yi might even be called the greatest emperor of all time.
Unifying the north and south and annihilating the foreign tribes that had plagued the Central Plains for hundreds of years—what a magnificent achievement this was! This was no joke; it was a feat that no one could erase.
The Prince of Xiliang is too powerful!
However, Lin Yi is merely a feudal lord, yet his immense power inevitably leads him to disrupt the situation, threatening the Great Ning.
"Haha, you have good taste!"
"Then do you know why I haven't killed you even though I know you're Li Anlan's man?" Lin Rusong said with a sneer.
Wang Yining was slightly taken aback, genuinely finding it hard to understand.
If Lin Rusong initially plotted against the Wang Clan, then why would the Prince of Northern Liang keep him around when he looked down on the Wang Clan's worthless members?
Until he saw Lin Rusong's gaze fixed on a corner, he subconsciously followed his gaze.
His pupils constricted, and then his expression changed drastically! He saw an offering table not far away, on which lay a piece of golden silk and a wolf-hair brush.
He exclaimed, "I understand! Do you want me to write a proclamation for you to attack Great Ning?"
Holy crap!
Lin Rusong is planning a rebellion.
When the Great Ning uprising broke out, it was he who wrote the proclamation on behalf of Li Ruyuan, and that's when the Great Ning began.
Is this old man keeping himself around just waiting for this day?
Thinking of this, his face immediately turned ugly; this person was determined to make him a sinner for all time.
"Hmph, my son is a born saint, naturally he cannot be tainted in the slightest. I, Lin Rusong, will bear this label of rebellion! In any case, Li Anlan is now a tyrannical and incompetent ruler, causing great suffering to the people of Great Ning, he is a scourge to the All Under Heaven."
"I, Lin Rusong, killed him, which can be considered as ridding the people of a scourge. Now look at my son's Xiliang; unless you're blind, you can see that's a true golden age!"
"Will you write this manifesto or not?"
Lin Rusong sneered. Li Anlan had been making frequent moves lately, and if he didn't teach him a lesson, Li Anlan would really think he could act with impunity.
Previously, admiring the scenery with him was just an appetizer; now that his son has cleared out the Northern Barbarians, it's time to get down to business.
I'm going to get him!
Forehead!
Wang Yining's face stiffened. He sensed Lin Rusong's murderous intent. If he refused this time, the guy would definitely kill him, because he would be useless in the end.
Not only will he die, but his daughter will also be implicated, and even the entire Wang Clan will suffer.
He sighed, picked up the pen beside him, and said with a wry smile, "I'll write!"
"Haha, you're smart to know what's good for you!" Lin Rusong couldn't help but laugh out loud, and immediately stepped aside to let him write the manifesto.
"Wait!"
Just as he was about to put pen to paper, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from afar, stopping him from writing this manifesto.
Who goes there?
"I am Zhao Zilong, Zhao Yun, under the command of the Prince of Xiliang. My lord instructed me to tell the King that he is free to make his own arrangements and that the King need not bear this infamy!"
Zhao Zilong under the command of the Prince of Xiliang!
Zhao Yun!
Lin Rusong's eyes lit up. The newcomer was riding a white horse and wearing silver armor. This kid is really damn handsome, and he's even one of his son's men.
He asked in a deep voice, "Do you have any proof?"
But he wouldn't give up on such an important matter just by talking; he was already preparing to march south, so how could he be easily stopped?
"The token of the Prince of Xiliang is here!"
Zhao Yun dismounted, handed a token and a letter to Lin Rusong, and then stood respectfully to the side.
Lin Rusong opened the envelope, cursing, and muttered, "What good is reputation? I'm going to die in a few years, what's wrong with taking the blame for him?"
He felt his body was getting weaker and weaker. Since he was going to die anyway, what difference would it make if he did something for his son?
After reading the letter, he frowned and said in a deep voice, "Have someone remove this thing first. Let's go to Xiliang and see what this kid is up to!"
What other plans do you have? Is there some other way?
Rebellion? What good reputation could one possibly have then!