Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 309: The King and the Sword

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Chapter 309 The King and the Sword

"Han Xin's Crimson Eye Sword?" The king was taken aback for a moment, and ordered the left and right to pull out the Red Eye Sword and hand it to him.

He looked at it carefully and looked at this sharp and dazzling sword, which killed countless Chu army swords, but his eyes still couldn't help showing admiration.

"Good sword!"

This is the first time a king has given such a high evaluation of which sword.

Sword Spirit carefully looked at the man in front of him, vicissitudes, dejection, but faintly sharp.

This is the overlord Xiang Yu.

"Overlord, God let you get the Scarlet Eyed Sword, which is what God wants. God wants you to use this sword to come back to the East Mountain to make a comeback and smooth out the Han thieves!" A general said with a fist in his arms.

When he heard 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!"

Sweep the thief?

The king was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled bitterly.

Is it possible?

He has a million Chu military power, and now there are only dozens of old, weak, sick and disabled, and there are fewer than five, following his generals...

The Han Dynasty has already invaded his territory, and the limelight is strong.

Is this possible...

The king sighed, stroked the red-eye sword in front of him silently, and said: "All the soldiers are tired, set up camp first, take a rest, and talk about it later."

Speaking, the king pulled out his original sword and inserted it into the ground.

Insert the red pupil sword into his scabbard.

Soon, everyone turned on their horses and came to Wuhe.

This river contained countless Jiangdong children and was also called the mother river by the Chu Dynasty.

They stood beside the Wu River, watching the turbulent river quietly, their eyes could not help but show sadness. Some of the fragile ones even wailed loudly, and 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 didn't say it because he was afraid he would affect his morale.

Just silently instructed the soldiers to set up a camp by the Wuhe River.

The sword spirit was right next to the king, 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 you behead Xiang Yu yourself, 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, the sword spirit's body seemed to flash out of a flash of lightning, which invigorated him.

A thought runs in the sword spirit's mind.

……

……

Soon, it's late at night.

There was silence beside the Wuhe 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 could not 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.

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

"Overlord." Seeing 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, and faced the misty Wuhe River.

The evening breeze danced gently, 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 did not show too much surprise. He glanced at the Scarlet Eyed Sword beside him and said with a smile: "Yes, the opposite is my hometown... I don't know the old folks of Jiangdong. , What are you doing right now."

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 taken aback for a moment. For some unknown reason, he suddenly remembered the scene of the Han soldiers calling himself evil.

An inexplicable emotion came out from the sword spirit's body.

But this kind of feeling was quickly suppressed by him. No, he is Han Xin's sword. How can he have feelings for Xiang Yu?

He was silent for a while and said: "Bawang, are you really planning to visit Jiangdong?"

"Why not?" The king was taken aback for a moment, and smiled: "Jiangdong is my hometown, where can I go except there..."

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

Yes, where can he go except there?

"The Overlord wants to go back to Jiangdong, but Jiangdong's father and fellow villagers 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." Sword Spirit said: "After all, if a person like you does not die, then it will be for everyone. It’s trouble sleeping and eating!"

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 father?" Jian Ling asked suddenly.

When he heard this, the king was shocked, 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 current situation in the Han Dynasty? 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 It’s so difficult to make a comeback!"

"I believe that it won't be long before 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 Chu Dynasty have no more sins!

"Hey." 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!" Sword Spirit uttered a word.

This word makes 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 am just dying, so what is there to fear? But if I die, what will these Chu army do? Without my blessing, they Isn't it sure to die?"

"Don't worry, Overlord." Jian Ling said, "Then Liu Bang governs the country with benevolence and righteousness. As long as you die, he will naturally not embarrass these old, weak, sick, and people in Jiangdong. After all, he Now that he has just obtained the Chu Dynasty, he has to regain the hearts of the people. The massacre is not good for him."

Hearing this, the king took a deep breath.

I don't know if it was Sword Spirit's words that moved him, or it was because of the sad atmosphere that made him feel.

Two lines of tears flowed slowly in his eyes.

He stood up and took a last 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.

Sitting to death!