readytorunbook Chapter 1913 Defeated
Chapter 1913 Defeated
Looking at Zhaman's shocked expression, Chen Changli curled the corners of his lips and looked at Zhaman with mocking eyes. This expression deeply irritated Zhaman.
He shook his head vigorously, and kept shouting, "This is impossible, Chen Changli, Chen Changli is imprisoned in my dungeon, you can't be him."
"You guys in Dayong are so despicable and shameless that you actually want to find someone to pretend to be Chen Changli. Do you think I will be scared by this? It's simply wishful thinking."
Zhaman roared at the city wall, as if the louder his voice was, the more he could suppress the panic in his heart. He determined that it was impossible, and felt more and more that Chen Changli was impersonated by someone.
Seeing that Zhaman was still deceiving himself, Chen Changli took a deep breath and burst Zhaman's fantasy: "Zhaman, the guard of the dungeon has been broken by the people of King Xirong. I am not someone else in disguise."
"Zhaman, you have harmed countless people. Now that the situation is over, it's time to plead guilty."
Chen Changli's voice echoed throughout the city. He looked at the Xirong army and told them all of Zhaman's crimes, including colluding with the prefect to kill dozens of people, kidnapping Amir and framing Chen Changli, and doing everything possible to provoke disputes between the two countries.
His eyes condensed, and he looked at Zhaman coldly: "Zhaman, do you admit all these things? Your fundamental purpose of planning this is to destroy Xirong. You hate Xirong!"
"You're talking nonsense." Zhaman roared, gritting his teeth, his eyes red and full of hatred, staring at Chen Changli, but there was some panic hidden in that hatred.
"Even if you don't admit it, I have evidence."
Zhaman was in a panic and interrupted Chen Changli: "Shut up, Chen Changli, don't try to sow discord between me and Xirong. I am loyal to Xirong and have no second thoughts."
"But you, you are obviously fine, why did you pretend to be in trouble and let Dayong send troops to attack Xirong? You are the ones who want to harm Xirong. I have no second thoughts about Xirong."
Zhaman was in a panic and spoke without thinking. After he finished speaking, he realized what he had said. He was aware of the curious gazes around him and was stunned. He had only one thought in his mind, that everything was over.
He had been planning for so long, but it was all ruined by Chen Changli.
But he still didn't understand why Chen Changli knew all this. He threw his head in the air and glared at Chen Changli fiercely: "Chen Changli, how did you know this?"
"Are you finally willing to admit it?" Chen Changli curled the corners of his mouth. He said this just to break down his psychological defenses and make him admit his guilt.
Once these charges were proven, the wind direction suddenly reversed. Seeing this, other reinforcements hesitated. Several generals gave orders to their soldiers to stay put and be ready to leave at any time.
"It doesn't matter whether I admit it or not, Chen Changli. No matter how powerful you are, you can't defeat the Xirong army alone." Zhaman wanted to struggle, but he sneered and waved his hand: "Army, listen to my orders, attack the city!"
"If we take over Dayong, Xirong will definitely benefit from you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the battlefield, which should have been filled with bloodshed, fell silent. Zhaman turned around, only to see that those people were just looking at him and not attacking him. He immediately became furious.
"Can't you hear the military order? Attack the city, attack the city immediately and capture Chen Changli alive. I want to kill him with my own hands."
Zhaman was a little irritable, like a madman. No one around him obeyed his orders. Before he could come up with a solution, someone came over on horseback.
The man came with the token of the King of Xirong in his hand, and the Xirong army immediately knelt down.
"The king has ordered that Zha Man has cruelly harmed the people and has evil intentions. His crime is unforgivable. Now the Xirong army is ordered to take him back to the palace immediately and execute him on a chosen day."
As soon as the decree came out, the Western Rong army immediately looked at him covetously. The outcome was already decided. The other reinforcements had already retreated to the side and remained silent. Zha's eyes were full of disbelief. When everyone surrounded him and wanted to arrest him, he fought back desperately.
"Impossible, this is impossible. I want to see the king. The king must have misunderstood me."
"Chen Changli, Chen Changli, what on earth did you do?" Zhaman struggled endlessly and no one could catch him for a while. Seeing this, Chen Changli took the arrow from a soldier nearby.
He pulled the bow and aimed at Zhaman. With a "swoosh", the arrow accurately pierced Zhaman's right wrist. The big knife in his hand fell to the ground. Taking this opportunity, the Xirong soldiers immediately stepped forward and controlled Zhaman.
"Let me go, please let me go. I want to see the king."
His wrists were stabbed with arrows and blood was gushing out onto the ground, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape being taken away.
When the dust settled, the Xirong troops withdrew, and other reinforcements also left with them.
into the night.
Wan Shufang and Amir were both in the tent of the King of Xirong. After the matter was resolved, Chen Changli also arrived in time. When Wan Shufang saw Chen Changli, her eyes lit up.
"Chen Changli, is Yan Cheng okay?"
"It's okay. The Western Rong have withdrawn their troops, don't worry." Chen Changli comforted her and walked to sit next to Wan Shufang. Seeing how affectionate they were, the King of Western Rong said nothing but smiled.
There was singing and dancing in the tent. After the dance, the dancers retreated and Zhaman was brought up. He seemed to have been tortured. His body was covered in blood and he looked very scary.
"Zhaman, do you plead guilty?" The King of Xirong said in a cold tone, and there was no warmth in his eyes as he looked at Zhaman. "I already know what you did. If you plead guilty now, you can suffer less physical pain."
Hearing this, Zhaman sneered. He raised his head and glanced at the people present with a strange expression.
"Oh, now that things have come to this, what else can I say? You will never hear me confess in your lifetime."
After saying that, Zhaman suddenly broke free from his restraints and rushed towards a pillar beside him. He was determined to commit suicide.
But before he touched the pillar, Wan Shufang interrupted him with a handful of medicine powder and he fell limply to the ground. Wan Shufang clapped her hands and said softly, "Zhaman, this is cartilage powder. You have harmed countless people. It's not that easy to seek death."
His whole body was limp and powerless, and he looked at Wan Shufang fiercely: "Wan Shufang, I should have killed you a long time ago, and killed all of you."
He was filled with resentment. He was about to succeed, but was completely ruined by Chen Changli and Wan Shufang. He had been preparing for this chess game for so long...
Zhaman closed his eyes. Unable to commit suicide, he simply pretended to be dead. The next second, he felt a force on his face and Amir stepped on Zhaman's face.
With a strong pressure, Zhaman was forced to open his eyes.
"Zhaman, I want to ask you, is my brother's death related to you?" Amir's whole body was cold and indifferent. It was only after Wan Shufang reminded her that she began to suspect Zhaman.
Hearing her question, Zhaman stared at Amir for a long time, and suddenly smiled with his lips pulled. Even though his face was hurt by being stepped on, he was still smiling, full of sarcasm.
"It's a good thing that Bayer, that idiot, died. I thought he was somewhat useful, but he turned out to be totally useless."