Looking at the so-called man still sitting in the same place, the rebel leader rolled his eyes discontentedly and yelled in a cold voice, "Why are you still here?"
At the beginning, the man didn't notice anything wrong. He looked up at the rebel leader in disbelief at the other people's tips. His eyes kept flashing, but he couldn't come back for a long time.
He raised his finger to himself. Before he could say anything, the rebel leader nodded his head cleanly.
"Since you have no identity here, you should have left here long ago," he said expressionless. His tone didn't fluctuate, but he looked at each other fiercely.
They looked at each other quietly for a while. The man finally understood the meaning of the chief. He stood up dejectedly and turned to walk out.
The rebel leader finally realized that he was happy when his eyes swept over the quail like people.
"Who promoted this man?" He asked in a low voice, pulling at the corners of his mouth.
The men looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.
Looking at their actions, the rebel leader frowned and said with a smile, "it's not you. Is it difficult that I was promoted by myself?"
He just wanted to satirize those people, but he didn't expect that those people nodded their heads quickly.
The rebel leader was stunned and his eyes were deep. This was the answer that he could not accept.
As the silence spread a little bit, someone finally moved his finger and took the initiative to explain, "that person dares to fight and charge on the battlefield and has made a lot of contributions."
At his prompt, the rebel leader finally found the shadow of this man in his mind, and also remembered his own evaluation of him.
With a sneer, he turned the matter over without hesitation and continued to scold, "you'd better tell me, how can we get rid of the influence of King Ning?"
In the face of such inquiries, those people were at a loss, so they had to smile bitterly and keep silent.
Under such circumstances, the rebel leader fell down heavily and then stood up and gave the table a vicious kick.
It's just that the poor table was built temporarily. Under his violent action, it quickly disintegrated and became a pile of broken wood.
The rebel leader did not expect that he would have such a great lethality. He stood in the same place for a long time.
Other people want to laugh and dare not laugh, want to cry and cry, the expression on the face is very tangled, looks inexplicable ferocious.
"In the evening, you must give me a charter," the rebel leader said in a cold voice after a long silence. Then he quickly turned and went out.
His departure took away the depression of a room. Those people looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
However, after laughing, all the problems clearly emerge in front of them, and they are not given any chance to ignore them.
"The battle of King Ning has not lost the reputation of other people," someone said first, fingering his long beard again and again, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked like an old man.
He was wearing a suit of armor, but he was more and more slender. People were afraid that he would not be able to stand up in the next second because of the heavy armor.
All the people on the scene will not look down on a person, because although he is not obvious on the surface, he is rampant on the battlefield and is not afraid of life and death.
What's more, his brain is extremely flexible. He doesn't know when he has an idea. If the enemy is not careful, he will hit him.
"What do you think?" Next to the line of a nondescript gift, some look forward to him, asked.
The man touched his bearded finger and stopped for a moment. Then he shook his head slightly and said with some helplessness, "what can I do? Although this battle is a general belittling the enemy, I can see the strength of the other side."
The men looked at each other, sighed and nodded.
Although they just quietly watched the scuffle behind, they also understood Ling Tianwang's plan.
It was by taking advantage of their idea of belittling the enemy that he won so easily.
How about seeing through and waiting? There is no time for them to send the news to the front.
Compared with the panic and despondency of the rebels, the city is a rare place of laughter.
Those originally closed doors opened one by one, and their vigilant eyes gradually softened. Finally, they slowly left their home where they had been hiding for a long time.
"I won them today. I don't know which general it is."
"I heard my nephew who was a soldier in the army say that he was his royal highness King Ning."
"It's his royal highness King Ning. No wonder he's so powerful, but how's your nephew?"
"Both legs are broken, but it's good to save one life. We don't ask for anything else.""It's also..."
On the spur of the moment, Zhou ruo'an left behind those celebrating and dragged Ling Tian to the street.
Listening to the discussion in her ear, she frowned and looked at each other. She came to the other's ear and asked, "listen to their comments, what do you think?"
Because of Zhou ruo'an's funny expression, her beautiful facial features have become distorted, but it doesn't look ferocious. On the contrary, it only makes people feel that she has no emotion in her heart.
Ling Tianwang gave her a look, shook his head gently, and said in a low voice, "what's the feeling? I just did what I should do, and how can I be worthy of their praise."
Ling Tianwang's tone was sincere. Because of this, Zhou ruo'an had a stronger smile in his eyes.
What she likes most is Ling Tianwang's sober and indifferent appearance, which only makes people feel that this person can be relied on at any time.
Don't know what Zhou ruo'an is thinking, Ling Tianwang can only see her slightly changed eyes, gently shook his head, whispered, "why stay here."
The praise of the people nearby was too hot, even made Ling Tianwang blush.
"Although you just do what you should do, it's enough for them that you keep their home," Zhou ruo'an said, looking at Ling Tianwang.
Unexpectedly, Zhou ruo'an was able to say such words. Ling Tianwang was stunned for a moment and soon couldn't help laughing.
"Even so," he said in a low voice, gently waving his hand, "I came too late to keep those people."
As long as one mentions this matter, Ling Tianwang's face can't help sinking down, and his mood is agitated.