"Eight...80,000!"

The trembling voice said the answer, but the prince widened his eyes: "Impossible!"

"Every word I said is true. The Dongyi tribes have blood in their alliance, and jointly elected the largest nine evil forces as the leader, raised 80,000 troops and violated my border..."

The palace maid almost cried and said it, causing the long sword in Prince Pan's hand to fall to the ground.

"...This is a battle of scattering the country. The king has decided to mobilize all the people and lead the army in person!"

The palace maid's report continued, but Wang Zipan's heart was in a mess.

‘When did the Dongyi tribes be so cohesive? How did they coordinate them in such a short time?’

One thought after another kept coming into his sea of ​​consciousness, making him a little drowsy.

'wrong!'

Suddenly, Wang Zipan was shocked: "The most urgent task is to dissuade his father and emperor from taking the initiative in person!"

He could see clearly that the Shang King was in charge of the world at this time. If he was the emperor in person, he would have told the outsiders that the king's capital was empty and he would have attracted covetousness in vain.

What's more, there was a faint voice in his heart that instigated him to fight for this opportunity.

After all, he is just a prince, not a prince, but if he gets this opportunity to command troops and defeats Dongyi again, he will still have the credit for his great victory and succeeding to the throne in the future is a foregone conclusion.

‘If I were king, the great Shang Dynasty would be more than that!’

A flame-like thing instantly burned in Prince Pan's heart.

Even if you know that you are about to withdraw from the stage of history and cannot be changed, no one will surrender.

This is naturally even more so due to the 500-year-old weight of the Shang Dynasty.
Chapter completed!