Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 309 The King and the Sword

"Han Xin's red pupil sword?" The king was slightly taken aback, and ordered the left and right to pull out the red pupil sword and hand it to him.

He sized it up carefully, looking at this sharp and dazzling sword, the sword that had killed countless Chu soldiers, but still couldn't help showing admiration in his eyes.

"Good sword!"

This is the first time that the king has made such a high evaluation of any sword.

The sword spirit carefully looked at the man in front of him, vicissitudes and dejection, but there was a faint sharpness.

Is this the Overlord Xiang Yu?

"Overlord, it is God's will for you to get the Chitong Sword. God wants you to use this sword to make a comeback and wipe out the Han thieves!" A general said excitedly, cupping his fists.

Hearing his words, the other generals knelt down one after another and clasped their fists at the king.

"The overlord please hold this sword and wipe out the Han thieves!"

Sweeping the bandits?

The king was slightly taken aback, and then smiled bitterly.

Is it possible?

He has a million Chu army, and now there are only dozens of old, weak, sick and disabled, and less than five generals who follow him...

But the Han Dynasty has already invaded his territory and is now in the limelight.

is it possible……

The king sighed, stroked the Chitong sword in front of him silently, and said: "All the officers and men are tired, first set up camp and rest for a while, let's talk about this later."

As he spoke, the king pulled out his original sword and stuck it on the ground.

Insert the Chitong sword into his scabbard.

Soon, everyone got on their horses and came to the side of Wuhe River.

This river has nurtured countless children from Jiangdong, and was also called the Mother River by the Chu Dynasty.

They stood beside the Wu River, quietly watching the turbulent river, their eyes couldn't help showing sadness. Some of the weak ones burst into tears, and a dignified atmosphere permeated the Chu army.

The king turned around and glanced at the soldiers behind him, feeling a sense of exhaustion welling up in his heart.

He was suddenly a little tired, but he didn't say it out because he was afraid that he would affect his morale.

He just silently ordered the soldiers to set up a camp beside the Wu River.

The sword spirit was right beside the king, looking at these soldiers of the Chu army, his eyes were full of contemplation, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xiang Yu? Isn't that the enemy of the Han Dynasty?

If he beheaded Xiang Yu himself, wouldn't that be the meritorious service of the Han Dynasty?

At that time, wouldn't he be able to return to Han Xin's side?

Thinking of this, it was as if a flash of lightning suddenly flowed out of Sword Spirit's body, which made him feel excited.

A thought was running in Sword Spirit's mind.

...

...

Soon, the night was getting dark.

There was silence beside the Wu River, except for a few soldiers who were on guard at night, all the soldiers fell asleep.

The king was tossing and turning in the tent, not because he couldn't sleep, but because when he closed his eyes, he could see the Chu soldiers who died tragically in front of him.

The bloody dream made the king break out in a cold sweat and wake up from the nightmare.

Sword Spirit looked at him silently, lifted the quilt, stood up, then lifted the curtain of the camp tent, and walked out slowly.

"Overlord." Seeing him, the two soldiers immediately clasped their fists together and said respectfully, "Overlord, it's still early, why don't you sleep for a while?"

"Can't sleep, come out and walk around." The king said with a slight smile.

"Then... shall we accompany you?"

"No, there's no need." The king waved his hand and said calmly, "I'll just walk around by myself."

"Yes!" The two of them clasped their fists together and responded, watching the king slowly leave.

He walked to the Wuhe River, found a stone pier, sat down silently, and faced the vast and misty Wuhe River.

The evening breeze danced gently, curling up the king's temples, revealing the white silk hidden underneath.

A generation of overlords is still old after all.

"The opposite side of the Wu River is the Overlord's hometown, right?" In the silence, a voice suddenly rang out.

The king was slightly taken aback, but he didn't show too much surprise. He glanced at the Chitong sword beside him, and said with a smile: "Yes, the opposite is my hometown... I don't know the fathers and folks of Jiangdong, where are you now? Do something."

Speaking of this, the king smiled and said: "I didn't expect that your sword would produce a sword spirit? It really is a divine sword."

Excalibur?

Hearing this, Sword Spirit was taken aback for a moment, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene where those Han soldiers scolded him as an evil thing.

An inexplicable emotion emerged from Sword Spirit's body.

But this feeling was quickly suppressed by him, no, he is 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 cross Jiangdong?"

"Why not?" The king was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile, "Jiangdong is my hometown, where else can I go..."

The king sighed, his tone full of despair and helplessness.

Yes, where else could he go?

"Overlord wants to go back to Jiangdong, but Jiangdong's folks may not welcome you back." Sword Spirit clicked his tongue and said lightly.

"What do you mean by that?" The king frowned, with some displeasure in his tone.

"Don't be angry, Overlord, I'm just stating a fact." Sword Spirit said lightly: "Please imagine, Overlord, if you were Liu Bang, would you let Overlord leave?"

"Although the tiger is dead, the remaining prestige is still there. If I were Liu Bang, I would definitely not let the Overlord live." The sword spirit said: "After all, if a person like you does not die, it will be hard for anyone to sleep and eat. Ann!"

There was resentment in the king's eyes: "If he wants to come, then let him come. My disciples of Xichu may not be afraid of him!"

"You are not afraid, but what about Jiangdong's elders?" Jian Ling asked suddenly.

Hearing this, the king was shocked, looked at the sword spirit in a daze, and said, "You... what do you mean by that?"

"Please overlord think about it carefully!" Sword Spirit said: "What is the situation in the Han Dynasty now? What is the situation in you? Liu Bang wants to kill you, and he doesn't need to waste any effort at all. On the other hand, if you want to make a comeback, it is really It's too difficult!"

"I believe that the Han army will come to Jiangdong in a short time. What should you do then?" Jian Ling said earnestly.

Hearing this, the king gave a wry smile, with deep depression in his eyes.

As soon as the Han army came, with the character of Liu Bang and Han Xin, he would definitely slaughter his Jiangdong fathers and elders!

Let him, the people of the Chu Dynasty, have no more evils!

"Sigh." Sword Spirit sighed, and said: "Overlord, you are a loyal person, I believe you don't want to see Jiang Dong's elders die for themselves, right?"

"What should I do?" The king looked at the sword beside him with tears in his eyes.

"Death!" Sword Spirit spit out a word.

This one word made the temperature of the entire Wuhe River seem to be much colder.

"Only by death can Jiangdong be saved!" Sword Spirit said coldly.

"Death..." The king's tone faltered, and hesitation appeared in his eyes.

"Why, are you afraid of death?"

"Afraid of death?" The king smiled: "I, Xiang Yu, have a pile of barbecued meat. It's just death. What are you afraid of? But, if I die, what will these Chu soldiers do? Without my protection, they will surely die." ?”

"Don't worry, Overlord." Sword Spirit said, "Then Liu Bang has always governed the country with benevolence and righteousness. As long as you die, he will naturally not embarrass the old, weak, sick, and people in Jiangdong. After all, he just got it now. After the Chu Dynasty, but also to regain the hearts of the people, the massacre will not be of any benefit to him."

Hearing this, the king took a deep breath.

I don't know if it was the sword spirit's words that moved him, or because of the desolate atmosphere that made him feel compelled.

In his eyes, two lines of hot tears slowly flowed down.

He stood up, and took a last look at the camp beside the Wu River, and those loyal soldiers who followed him.

Then he picked up the red pupil sword beside him and wiped it towards his neck.

Kill yourself!