Chapter 1204

My sister said in the letter——

Simba dared to detain the female family members, but never dared to kill the female family members to cause public outrage.

Otherwise, once he becomes the new king, he will not win the hearts of the people.

What Wang Dian has to do now is to regain the hearts of the powerful and powerful who were used by Simba.

They must be afraid that their wives and daughters will be killed by Simba, so they cooperate with Simba to deploy troops, so they must find a way to let them know that their wives and daughters will be fine for the time being, and only by jointly solving Simba can they fundamentally solve the problem. Problems can also make their wives and daughters live longer.

Therefore, they need to temporarily cooperate with Simba to be used, try to delay the invasion of the palace until seven o'clock, and use seven o'clock as a signal, and all forces will counterattack Simba's forces together.

After reading what her sister said, Huang Ke knew that the matter was not simple, but she also found a way to save Wang Dian.

So after discussing with the father, the father wrote down the imperial edict himself, and sent his cronies to secretly hand it over to all the imperial faction and noble faction who have military power.

Those people originally followed Ou Huang, and they were very sincere, otherwise, Ou Huang would not have given them the military power.

But now they all have weaknesses, and they have been pinched by Simba, so they will be hindered by Wang Dian.

There are still twenty minutes before seven o'clock.

Outside the palace, there are already thousands of corpses floating.

Simba stood on the safest commanding heights, his gaze fell coldly on the burning palace.

Standing behind him were five trusted aides, all with excited faces.

Below the commanding heights is a rapidly assembled 50,000 troops.

Among them were 30,000 cavalry, 20,000 infantry, and 5,000 elite soldiers.

These have not yet begun to enter the palace.

"Your Highness, the main gate of the palace of the king has been breached!" A follower came to report, with a passionate tone.

Simba's expression was still very calm, and he said in a cold voice: "Don't be too happy, there are still 10,000 elites in the palace."

The confidant said: "As long as His Highness gives an order, the 50,000 troops below will attack immediately, and the bloodbath of the king's palace is determined to win!"

Simba shook his head lightly, and turned his head to look at his cronies with a particularly intimidating light.

"Is Xia Jinmian dead?"

"Return to Your Highness, he is dead!"

Simba's face was unpredictable, and his narrowed eyes were deep.

"It would be a pity if he really died. But if he could escape..." Simba sneered, and the light in his eyes was gloomy, "We have to be careful."

"Your Highness, don't worry, those who pursued did not find Xia Jinmian's vital signs, Xia Jinmian must be dead!"

Simba lowered his eyes and looked at the small object in his hand.

It is the Royal Killing Pixiu glowing with golden light!

He knew that at this critical time, someone would definitely come to steal his Royal Killing Pixiu, so the Royal Killing Pixiu he wore around his neck was not only fake, but also had a locator hidden inside it.

Once the positioning is five kilometers away from the palace, the positioning missile will be launched automatically.

However, Simba always had an intuition that Xia Jinmian would not die easily.

"Have you heard of the living dead?" Simba asked lightly.

The confidant shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."

"When the ancient martial arts family was destroyed, there were many ancient martial artists who escaped death, and they all played the role of the living dead."

The confidant was slightly startled, and hurriedly said: "Your Highness is talking about an ancient martial arts? A skill that can make a living person pretend to be a dead person, even a life detector can't detect it?"

Simba didn't answer, but his cronies gasped and jumped in shock.

"Your Highness, do you mean that Xia Jinmian might know this kind of ancient martial arts?"

Simba still shook his head lightly, "That girl is very excited. If she escapes from death, we have to treat the 10,000 elites in the palace as if they were 100,000."