Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

Chapter 476: Behind the Civil War

Gozhele suddenly felt that the figure and voice of the person who had just spoken to him were inexplicably familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen him.

His heart skipped a beat, and when he thought about it carefully, whether it was the familiar servants in Huxietu's family or the men he had brought up, the tone they used when communicating with him was definitely not like that.

An ominous premonition surged into his heart like a tide, and he dared to conclude that the person who had just spoken was definitely not one of his own.

Gozhele was startled and turned his head suddenly with wide eyes, searching anxiously for the figure of the man in the crowd.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, scanning each face, his heart filled with anxiety: "Who is this person? How did he get into the team?"

However, no matter how hard he looked, there was no trace of that person, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"Stop the fucking thing right there. Who saw the person who just spoke to me?"

Gozhile roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with undisguised panic and anger.

His heart was filled with confusion and fear. How could the person who was just talking to him disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye?

Just when he was getting extremely angry, a series of deafening explosions suddenly sounded around him.

The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing in the silent mountains, making people's eardrums hurt. Ge Ri Le subconsciously covered his ears, thinking to himself that something was wrong.

Immediately afterwards, a large cloud of white smoke suddenly rose from the grass at the foot of the mountain and spread like a ghost.

The white smoke rose rapidly, covering everything around it, and the vision became blurred in an instant.

Through the smoke, Gozhile vaguely saw the 200 people he brought with him falling down in groups like harvested wheat.

His heart sank suddenly, and a feeling of despair surged in his heart: "It's over, we've been ambushed!"

After the explosion, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and suddenly a group of people stood up on the hillsides on both sides.

Some of them held rifles, the gun bodies gleaming with a cold metallic luster;

Others were holding bows and crossbows, with arrows shining coldly. All of them aimed their weapons at Gozel, as if with just one order, thousands of arrows would be fired at once, completely drowning them.

"Haha, you're so lucky, I can't kill you even with this."

A familiar voice came from the other side.

Gozhile could tell from the voice that this was the mysterious man just now.

He was shocked and angry. Although he knew the situation was not favorable, he still asked hastily and unwillingly, "Who are you?"

His voice trembled slightly with nervousness and anger.

The person opposite laughed coldly, and that laugh pierced into Gozhile's heart like an ice knife: "I won't bother you to find out who it is. If you want to find out, go to the underworld."

The words were full of disdain and determination.

As he was speaking, someone nearby shouted, "Roland, why waste time talking to him? Just kill him."

Yes, the person called "Roland" is Nalan Yilan in makeup, and the person talking next to her is Yelu Feng.

As for why they set up an ambush here, in fact, if the Black Python hadn't been behind the scenes fanning the flames, how could there be so many coincidences in the world?

However, Gojile, whose eyes were blinded by hatred at the moment, had no time to think about the reasons behind all this.

When Lan Yilan saw that her identity was exposed, she became determined and a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

She gripped the crossbow tightly in her hand, her fingers trembling slightly, a manifestation of a mixture of anger and excitement.

She stared at Gozhile, as if she wanted to condense all the humiliation and hatred she had suffered in recent days into this arrow.

Then, she suddenly pulled the crossbow, and with a "whoosh", the sharp arrow shot towards Gozel like a meteor.

There were still dozens of people left on Gorl'er's side. Seeing that Lan Yilan took the lead in attacking, they also raised their weapons in panic and shot at the other side.

On one side, there were all rifles with fierce firepower; on the other side, the weapons were relatively inferior.

Fortunately, Nalan Yilan's team was large in number. This time they dispatched more than 300 people, and they took the initiative from the beginning and successfully killed more than 100 of Gojile's men.

At this time, although the weapons are at a disadvantage, at such a close distance, the number of people becomes a huge advantage.

After a round of shooting from both sides, the air was filled with smoke and shouts and screams were intertwined.

Including Gozhele, no one could stand in front of Nalan Yilan anymore.

Looking at the corpses lying all over the place in front of her, Lan Yilan felt mixed emotions. She felt the joy of revenge, but also had complicated emotions about the bloody massacre.

They stepped forward to clean up the bodies and continued the digging task that the people brought by Gojile had not completed, as if they wanted to bury this hatred deeply.

……

Yi Yu was thrown into chaos by this incident, and the news soon reached Zhao Sheng's ears.

At this moment, he was sitting in a spacious and bright room, which was simply decorated yet elegant.

Mr. Zhao leaned back in his comfortable chair with a smug smile on his face.

He built Yi Yu with the intention of dragging this group of second-generations into the water, and now, he hopes to provoke internal strife among the forces behind these second-generations.

"Go down quickly and spread the news of the route to Yi Yubei. We need to get them all moving."

Zhao Sheng gave his orders to his men with a firm gaze, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.

"Commander-in-Chief, are you really going to build the route you've drawn up?"

Gong Shangjin asked the complacent Zhao Sheng cautiously, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He stood in front of Zhao Sheng, slightly bowed, looking very respectful.

"Repair! We must repair it. We are not doing this to make money for ourselves, but to give them the ambition to secede or monopolize the market."

Zhao Sheng said this in a decisive tone, with a glint of wisdom in his eyes.

He had long seen that there were many conflicts among these tribes. When huge benefits were placed before their eyes, it was inevitable that some people would not be able to resist the temptation and try to monopolize everything and reap the benefits.

Although he was not born with the ability to win people's hearts, he had seen too many capitalists playing this trick in his previous life, so he imitated them and started using it.

When the Duke saw that Mr. Zhao spoke so confidently, most of his doubts were reduced.

At this time, Zhao Yongsheng stood aside, looking at Zhao Sheng from time to time, as if he had something to say.

Zhao Sheng noticed something strange about Zhao Yongsheng, smiled, and moved closer to the window, looking at the ever-changing clouds in the sky outside.

He knew that Zhao Yongsheng must have something to talk to him about, but Gong Shangjin just couldn't tell him here.

So, Zhao Sheng found an excuse to let Gong Shangjin leave.

After Gong Shangjin left, Zhao Sheng turned around and came to Zhao Yongsheng and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

"Gongsun Mao is very likely to be exposed this time."

Zhao Yongsheng's face was solemn. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Sheng.