Chapter 1047: Are you finished with your last words?
A total of four rounds of bombings by the Great Qin Divine Thunder killed thousands of people, shattered the morale of the rebels, and even woken Li Yinhu from his sweet dream.
The smoke was still filling the air, and the remaining flames after the explosion were still burning. The damaged flags swayed slightly in the dusk wind, and the crackling sounds of burning flames and the wails of some wounded soldiers who were not dead could be heard everywhere.
Li Chen ordered the soldiers who were still able to move to clean up the battlefield.
"Your Highness, are the rebels who are still alive going to be executed?"
Sanbao, with his habitual thinking as the boss of Dongchang Factory, felt that since he was an enemy, he had to eradicate the enemy, so he asked.
"As long as there is still hope of saving, we will treat them."
Li Chen glanced at Sanbao and said calmly: "They can't choose their political stance. That's a matter from above. These soldiers are just for a salary. Anyone above centurion will be killed."
This decision to focus on the big and let go of the small is the magnanimity and magnanimity a monarch should have.
Sanbao bowed to accept the order and said: "Your Highness is benevolent and righteous. This slave has learned from you."
After Sanbao conveyed the order, Li Chen walked towards Li Yinhu with his hands behind his back.
The distance between them gradually narrowed, but Li Yinhu was still in a state of despair.
He didn't seem to notice Li Chen's approach at all.
However, San Bao next to Li Chen and Zhou Xingjia next to Li Yinhu stared at each other with all their attention, preventing the other party from making any changes.
As long as Zhou Xingjia makes a small move, Sanbao will immediately kill him.
And Zhou Xingjia... As long as the Three Treasures make a small move, he will... run away.
There was no way, with his strength here, Zhou Xingjia knew that he would not be Sanbao's opponent.
What's more, the situation is now over.
Seeing Li Chen getting closer and closer, Zhou Xingjia became extremely nervous.
"Eighth Prince, run."
Zhou Xingjia no longer calls Li Yinhu a saint.
In this situation, this sentence from your Majesty will do no good except to make the two of them die quickly and miserably.
Li Yinhu trembled and looked up at Li Chen. His distracted eyes gradually refocused and he murmured: "Run? Where are you running?"
"Mr. Ge may have a back-up plan," Zhou Xingjia said hurriedly.
The distance was getting closer and closer, and if he didn't run again, he was afraid it would be too late.
"Backhand?"
Li Yinhu suddenly laughed loudly.
"He must have a back-up plan, but that back-up plan was prepared for my failure. He left a back-up plan for himself, not for me!"
Li Chen also heard this sentence.
"When death is imminent, you actually become smarter." Li Chen said.
While speaking, Li Chen stood still.
At this time, the distance between the two was only about five meters.
Enough for conversation.
Li Yinhu's body was covered with smoky black marks and some black blood stains. His hair was disheveled and he was in a miserable state.
Look at Li Chen, who is still wearing a spotless red wedding dress. He is as rich as jade and as handsome as a god.
From an image point of view, the quality of the two has been decided.
Li Yinhu looked at Li Chen, slowly clenched his fists, and wanted to curse and roar, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly found that he had no strength.
Physically and mentally exhausted, even hatred seems laborious.
"I lost."
Li Yinhu said calmly, as if this would make him feel more relaxed.
After saying this, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he sneered: "But you didn't win either."
"Yes."
Li Chen nodded, actually agreeing with Li Yinhu's words.
"You are destined to lose, but the fight between me and Zhao Xuanji is not over yet, he is still waiting for me."
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Li Chen looked at Li Yinhu and said, "Have you finished your last words?"
