Free Web NovelChapter 1068: Chapter 1028: The Third Prince of Zhao Country?
After all, in the world as it is now, there’s no one who can descend from the sky without a sound, like ghosts and gods.
Such a thing isn’t even something people dare to imagine.
As things stand now, don’t even mention airplanes—there aren’t even any flying machines; even something like the gliders or hot-air balloons of later ages simply doesn’t exist yet, and no one has ever even heard of them.
Precisely because of this, they were so sure—it absolutely could not be someone from outside. And right now, other than the old General, none of the others had ever considered that Lin Yi might belong to the enemy.
Faced with the old General’s question, Lin Yi just chuckled, baring a row of white teeth.
This couldn’t help but make the old General frown even more deeply; at the same time his palm slammed down on the case-table in front of him with a bang, and he snapped irritably:
"Who exactly are you? Under whose command do you serve? What business do you have seeking this General?
And furthermore, no matter who you belong to, no matter whose man you are, this General will tell you this: once you come under this General’s banner and serve in this General’s camp, you put away that grinning clown face of yours. This General doesn’t like that act. If this General ever sees it again, I’ll have you punished under military law."
And you had to admit, this old fellow did have some skill in commanding troops; he actually flew into a rage over just one smile from Lin Yi. That alone showed he really was a talent when it came to leading soldiers.
Of course, as for this old fellow’s character, Lin Yi naturally wasn’t about to pass judgment.
After all, the order allowing everyone to indulge in looting for three days had been issued by this very old fellow.
Which meant that no matter how capable this guy was, Lin Yi would never use him. The ending awaiting him could only be one.
Lin Yi absolutely would not keep a man of bad character around—especially someone in the army who held great prestige. All the more reason not to let him stay.
At this, Lin Yi simply raised both hands and spread them, indicating he didn’t care in the slightest about what the old General had just said.
He couldn’t help but flash those big white teeth again in another grin, and this time it could be said to have enraged the old man even further; he slammed the table again and was just about to speak.
Only this time, Lin Yi didn’t let him open his mouth first. Instead, he walked over on his own to stand in front of him, then sat down on the chair opposite, smiling as he said:
"Hehe, at your age you still love losing your temper so much—careful you don’t drop dead of rage right here.
I’ll give you a word of advice: when a man grows old, he should honestly do the things an old man ought to do, like planting vegetables, tending flowers. Isn’t that nice?
Why bother coming all the way out to this wilderness to fight wars?
What good does it do you?
At such an age, if you win, there’s no great merit left for you; if you lose—hehe—even this old life of yours might end up buried here, no?"
This made everyone present involuntarily suck in a breath of cold air. All of them stared at the young deputy general before them in disbelief. For a moment they had no idea what was going on, and couldn’t see what exactly the situation on the scene had turned into.
Why would this guy say something so outrageously rebellious?
Could it be he didn’t know this old General had a fiery temper?
It was entirely possible he might have this deputy general dragged out and beheaded over just such a sentence.
Especially the old man himself—by now Lin Yi had made him so angry his beard was bristling and his eyes were bulging. His big eyes glared like bronze bells as he stared viciously at Lin Yi. When he pointed a finger at him, he was shaking with rage:
"You, you, you—just who are you? Whose subordinate are you, that you dare spout such wild nonsense? You’ll be the death of this old man from anger! No matter whose man you are, even if you belong to the Third Prince, this old man is cutting you down today, you bastard." freēwēbηovel.c૦m
As he spoke, the old man gave a clang and drew the Treasure Sword from his waist, ready to rush straight at Lin Yi.
But the moment he mentioned this Third Prince, the few men nearby all shuddered, then hurriedly rushed over to block the old man.
One grabbed his waist, another snatched at his sword—everyone surged forward at once, and their mouths hurried to soothe him.
"Old General, you mustn’t, you mustn’t!"
"He’s just a yellow-mouthed brat, Old General, why lower yourself to his level?"
"That’s right, Old General. If he really is one of the Third Prince’s men, then won’t that only bring needless trouble down on you later? It’s not worth it! Once the Old General wins this battle, your position will be unshakable. Even the Third Prince will have to act according to the Old General’s attitude." freewebnovёl.ƈom
"Exactly, Old General, you mustn’t act in a moment of anger and harm yourself."
Meanwhile Lin Yi, sitting there watching the commotion, was for the moment completely baffled. What the hell scene was this supposed to be?
Why were these people stopping that old man?
What on earth did they mean by this?
And who exactly was this Third Prince the old man had mentioned?
Could it be that in Zhao Country as well, things were not harmonious?
Was there also a great deal of scheming and infighting?
Looked like it wasn’t just Great Dayou that had factions all over the place; Zhao Country was no better. This Third Prince was probably the most powerful figure of the present, right?
And clearly, this old man and that Third Prince didn’t see eye to eye.
All of a sudden Lin Yi’s interest was piqued; it wasn’t that he wasn’t anxious, he simply wanted to get a feel for the tricks and undercurrents here, since that would be very important for reclaiming this place in the future.
Yet despite everyone’s attempts to restrain him, the old man was stubborn as a mule. His eyes bulged as his beard bristled, and he struggled to rush toward Lin Yi, snarling:
"Hmph, so what if he is one of the Third Prince’s men?
Just a mere Third Prince—at the end of the day he’s only a Prince!
This General’s loyalty is to the King, not to that Prince.
If he wants to deal with this General—hmph—with that yellow-mouthed brat of his, he still doesn’t have what it takes!
And this brat here dares humiliate this old man so—he’ll be the death of this old man from anger! No matter whose man he is, this old man is determined to behead him today!
If this old man spares him today, will anyone put this old man in their eyes ever again?
Won’t every random person feel they can step on this old man twice?
You all get out of this old man’s way, or don’t blame this old man for being rude!"
From those words alone, one could see just how furious the old man was at this moment.
Of course, this was something Lin Yi hadn’t expected either.
He hadn’t thought that after just arriving, before he’d even said two sentences, he’d manage to piss this old General off to such an extent.
[To be continued...]
