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Chapter 1011-1020

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By JIN_LYRA

1011: Battle of Northern Xinjiang (47)

Thinking about this, Hachioji sank slightly.

If Jiang Pengji had seen through the tricks of surrendering, there must be a problem with the military intelligence secretly passed to them by the messenger of surrendering.

They received the news that the willow thief's two wings were weak, and the main force was concentrated on the front. What happened?

After several charges, how many cavalry were broken and went in, I couldn't break the line of defense!

Looking at the elite soldiers led by Jiang Pengji, the Eight Prince felt weak.

Training hard for three months is an elite, soldiers like the willow thief, training more than three months?

To truly prohibit orders, as long as the order is changed, they will be able to turn offensive into defensive in battle.

Whether it's support or something else, the completion efficiency is scary.

Even if thousands of cavalry in northern Xinjiang charged together, those soldiers carrying heavy shields did not even retreat, and looked like they were carrying them dead.

At this moment, Hachioji came up with an unpromising thought--

how much mold has fallen in Beijiang, and why are these elites staring at him?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Hachioji's heart.

Before he got back to his senses, the seven princes called in surprise.

"Be careful,

eighth brother-- " The eighth prince subconsciously twisted his head, and an arrow passed through the heads of the two northern cavalrymen, and finally sank into the ground with all their strength.

Seeing this, Hachioji was shocked and sweated all over.

The Hachioji called out, "

Seventh Brother——" At this moment, his peripheral vision saw the scene where the Seven Prince's shoulder was pierced by arrows, and blood spurted out immediately.

He stretched out his hand to embrace the Seven Prince who had fallen from the horse, his face was extremely pale, and his forehead was sweating with pain.

The seventh prince rode and shoots at the bottom among the princes. He doesn't like to dance with knives and guns. When has he suffered such serious injuries?

Baby , if it doesn't work, just leave me alone-- " The Seven Prince's lips were pale and bleeding, and he endured the sharp pain to persuade the Eighth Prince.

"The two arrows were clearly directed at our brothers—"

Hachioji quickly recalled the thrilling process just now. As Old Qi said, the two arrows were directed at their brothers.

"What nonsense, if I leave you behind, am I still a human!"

Although the nine princes of Northern Xinjiang are struggling with each other, the seventh prince has always taken care of the eighth prince. This elder brother is too good to say anything .

Hachioji is not a ruthless person, how could he abandon his brothers at this time?

At this time, riots came from Baizhang away, screaming to the sky.

When he took a closer look, he saw the leader's eyes reddened, and he was stunned by leading the people to tear out a way, killing the northern cavalrymen.

Hachioji glanced at him, and he was quite sure who released the two cold arrows just now--

"Really deceived me, no one in northern Xinjiang?" The invincible

cavalry stumbled here, always unable to break through the enemy's defense line, which made Hachioji very embarrassed. .

He reorganized the remnants around him, intending to compete with Jiang Pengji.

No matter how brave the generals are, they are also humans, not gods.

As long as it is human, there is always time to run out of energy.

Don't look at this young general fighting to win three people in a row, but the physical strength is estimated to be almost exhausted.

"He" can kill more than a dozen cavalrymen alone, but can "he" rush to him all the way and kill more than a hundred cavalrymen?

Hachioji stabilized his mind.

But he quickly miscalculated, Jiang Pengji not only didn't mean to exhaust, but became more and more courageous.

A little friend with a knife!

Already super god!

Until the distance between the two sides was less than fifty feet, Hachioji was completely panicked.

Fifty feet, this distance is neither far nor near.

Hachioji was certain that the other party was looking at him and smiled bloody at him.

"Good men, kill me and capture these two thin-skinned and tender people alive!"

Jiang Pengji killed the cavalry who came up, cutting off their spears and spears, with an arrogant attitude.

"Kill the past--"

Most of the audience was attracted by the fierce battlefield, and a small number of audiences noticed Jiang Pengji's side.

With Jiang Pengji's brave figure cutting melons and vegetables, fans of fans make crazy calls for her.

[Double Eleven]: Calling the host madly, the handsome baby becomes straight, as straight as a mosquito coil.

[Missing hands and feet]: Puff-the anchor is completely a rogue leader, what does it mean to "capture those two delicate skin and tender meat alive"?

[Pocket Injury]: Hey, the baby is more skinny and tender than them. When will the anchor come to catch the baby?

[Bitter bitterness]: Ever since I watched the live broadcast of my family Peng Peng, I feel that I am more offensive than my boyfriend, and he has weakened his legs!

If you don't attack, how can you call the Lord "attack"?

Seeing that the two prey were about to escape, Jiang Pengji immediately gave instructions to Xiaobai.

"No one can escape the prey that I would have taken a fancy to--"

Hachioji wanted to take people to evacuate, which was not easy.

Surrounded by turmoil and chaos, the cavalry fell into a melee, and the speed advantage could not be used, not to mention, it was easy to cause crowding and trampling.

Jiang Pengji led the people all the way to kill, like a sharp blade slammed into the enemy's flesh, and the blade was pulled horizontally, tearing open a huge hole.

Hachioji frantically called his guards to protect him and the seventh prince to escape, but where is his guardian Jiang Pengji's opponent?

At this moment, a noose that fell from the sky just trapped him.

Before Hachioji could react, the lasso tightly tightened, and a mighty force came from behind, pulling him back, forcing him to fall off the horse, and he fell a big somersault. It's not over yet, he was dragged by this set of horses, and he was surrounded by horse hooves!

Hachioji's right leg was stepped on by a horse's hoof, and his leg bones made a toothy cracking sound, and the pain made him faint.

Before the Hachioji was trampled to death, Jiang Pengji pulled the man up and threw it on the back of another horse without an owner.

"Eight brother——"

Everything happened too suddenly. When the Seventh Prince reacted, the Eighth Prince had been dragged on the ground by Jiang Pengji's noose.

His eyes were bloodshot of hatred, and the seventh prince used his intact arm to pull out a big knife from his waist and drove towards Jiang Pengji to kill him.

"Hero save the United States? Want to save people, don't look at your grandfather who I am!"

Jiang Pengji didn't put him at ease, just stabbed him in the lower abdomen with the hilt.

Although not fatal, the Seven Princes had the illusion of being stepped on by a horse's hoof.

Jiang Pengji tied the seventh prince's neck with the extra noose.

Very good, the captive +1.

"Look at the armor on your body. Your status in Northern Xinjiang shouldn't be low, right?"

Jiang Pengji, who had been killed with blood on his face, had the time to care about his captives.

The seventh prince had some meaning, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of terrible hatred.

"What do you hate?" Jiang Pengji sneered, "When your northern frontiers slaughtered the three cities of Shangyu, deceived the people on the border, looted and killed innocent women and children, tied them around their necks like cattle, and put them behind the horses as trophies, when? Have you ever thought about today?" In

front of the corpse of the husband, the wife and daughter, bullying their children in front of the corpse of their parents——

When did Beijiang think that there will be today's retribution!

Jiang Pengji would not humiliate him back with this kind of trick, because whoever made such a move was a beast.

She will use another method to completely erase the three tribes of Northern Xinjiang!

1012: Battle of Northern Xinjiang (48)

"Today, I will teach you a word-the winner is the king, the loser is the bandit!"

Jiang Pengji's whip was rolled in his hand, against the opponent's face, leaving a red mark.

The seventh prince pursed his mouth and filled his saliva, and took a sip of blood foam at Jiang Pengji, but the latter had already noticed that he didn't spray anyone.

He breathed heavily and said, "Stop talking nonsense--you also said that the winners and losers--those people, hehe, they deserve to die! Not to mention our three tribes of northern Xinjiang, even if you are self-proclaimed benevolent people, what Have you ever been kind to prisoners? Dont put gold on your face.

In this age of cold weapons, prisoners cant be called humans at all, and they dont deserve to be treated as human beings. They are only trophies at best. The victor has the right to dispose of his spoils. This is an everlasting iron law, and the Seven Princes will not confess or be ashamed of it.

Because Beijiang won, they have the right to deal with the people in the three cities of Shangyu.

The man was killed to satisfy their bloodthirsty and violent impulse.

The women raped them, using their bodies and crying and begging to satisfy their inner desires.

This is the right of the winner. What face does the loser have to fight for their rights and treatment?

Jiang Pengji smiled without anger, and she asked, "According to your logic, I slaughter the barbarians in the northern borders. That is justified?"

Although it was a questioning, Jiang Pengji used a very determined tone of statement, full of words and sentences. A terrifying killing intent.

The seventh prince trembled, and his pale complexion turned into iron blue.

"You're not a willow thief, what do you mean by this?"

Don't look at the seven prince's righteous words , but he is also a standard double standard. When Northern Xinjiang wins, they can wantonly massacre, plunder, and humiliate the enemy, but they lose in the hands of the enemy, but they cannot stand the enemy's treatment of them.

Jiang Pengji said, "What I said naturally counts." The

Seventh Prince was taken aback, and a terrible thought invaded his brain, causing his more and more confused consciousness to come together in an instant.

"You--you

are-- " At that moment, the Seventh Prince had the illusion of aphasia.

If he remembered correctly, the young general in front of him beheaded the three generals in Northern Xinjiang. He...no, how could she be a willow thief?

"Liu Xi?" The Seventh Prince cried out in exclamation. He lay on his horse back and panted quickly. "How could you possibly be Liu Xi?"

Jiang Pengji raised his hand and dug out his ears with his little finger, and squeaked.

"Why are you so surprised? Haven't seen the lord

who was fighting in person?" The Seventh Prince was choked by her words, and his intestines were blue with regret.

If they had known that she was Liu Xi, they would have killed her even if they tried all means.

The seven princes forgot, their acting king also ordered the cold arrow to be let go. What happened?

As a result, Jiang Pengji didn't even hurt a single cold hair.

Don't be ashamed!

The seventh prince recalled the conversation between the two in cold sweat, and the surrounding screams and screams shook the sky again, which put him under great psychological pressure.

"The Han family in the Central Plains believes in Confucianism and Taoism and prides itself on benevolence and kindness. Do you really dare to risk the world's ills and slaughter the northern borders?" The

Seventh Prince stared at Jiang Pengji.

People are knives, I am fish.

The balance of the battlefield tilted to Jiang Pengji's side, and nearly half of the territory of Northern Xinjiang also fell into the opponent's pocket. The Seven Princes really couldn't help it.

Hearing what the other party said, Jiang Pengji smiled.

"I understand a word, morality is for gentlemen, not for villains. You can slaughter the innocent people of Shangyu unscrupulously, but we can't. We have to treat you kindly, right?" Jiang Pengji raised his hand and pinched the jaw of the Seven Prince. With a little harder, he felt that Jiang Pengji's hands were like iron tongs, almost crushing his mandible, "Hey, your face is so big." The

seventh prince was so painful that he forced tears, and the wound burst out more. Fresh viscous blood.

Jiang Pengji smiled, "Don't worry, I won't slaughter northern Xinjiang, but from now on, I will make northern Xinjiang history." There was

a cold light in her eyes, and the Seventh Prince felt a faint premonition.

"What do you mean?" The

seventh prince was short of breath, his pale blood-loss cheeks stained with abnormal flushing.

"When people with the blood of Northern Xinjiang don't speak barbaric language, don't know barbaric literature, and even forget where their ancestors came from-this should be considered annihilation?" Jiang Pengji smiled like a flower, but she was fierce in the eyes of the seventh prince. Such as the Rakshasa ghost, "Unfortunately you can't see it." The

Seven Prince was so angry that blood rushed to his brain, and he fainted with anger.

Jiang Pengji scorned coldly, leaped on Xiaobai's horse with a machete, and pulled a handful of reins.

"Xiaobai-go!" The

more than ten thousand cavalrymen in northern Xinjiang were restrained by the left and right wings of Jiang Pengji's army, unable to return to defense.

The main force elite was rushed into chaos by the three thousand heavy cavalry, the soldiers wailed, and the army formed a mess.

Upon seeing this, Fu Wang decisively ordered the whole army to attack!

The elite of the Chinese army followed behind the heavy cavalry and rushed towards the enemy's main force, harvesting the enemy's head.

"Kill--who made you hide

behind-- " The situation fell in an instant, and the Sixth Prince looked at the battlefield situation, his eyes bloodshot with anger.

The cavalry of Northern Xinjiang is not disadvantaged, how could it fail?

How can the enemy's only 3,000 heavy cavalry force retreat their more than 100,000 troops?

The Sixth Prince couldn't accept such a failure, but the reality gave him a slap in the face—the

northern cavalry was not all disadvantaged. They kicked the iron plate.

"Whoever dares to take a step back,

it doesn't matter if you kill--" The Sixth Prince drew his sword and killed a few soldiers who fled back, trying to stabilize the military's mind.

However, everything was too late-the

three thousand heavy cavalry rushed in a crushing posture as soon as they came up, killing the people of Northern Xinjiang on their backs, giving them a great heart oppression. Before the heavy cavalry was exhausted, Fu Wang led the army straight forward, not only to support the heavy cavalry that was about to be exhausted, but also to take the "baton" from them, to further suppress the fighting will of Northern Xinjiang and completely break their courage——

The momentum of the army in northern Xinjiang was already in a doldrums, and it was even more difficult to fight at this moment.

"On behalf of the king--retreat--" The

general of the Northern Xinjiang guarded the Sixth Prince, his resolute face showed a rare fragility, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Now that we have withdrawn, we still

have a chance-- " The fighting spirit has been wiped out. If Beijiang does not withdraw, the loss will only increase.

At this time, the master should decisively withdraw from the stop loss.

The six princes gritted their teeth unwillingly. If they were torn at this moment, would the willow thief not be able to win the pursuit?

"Retreat-retreat into the king's city, it will be too late if you don't retreat -" At

this time, a scarlet-clad prince came on horseback, his eyes full of fatigue.

The sixth prince clenched his fists in resentment, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word-

"Withdraw!" What if he is

unwilling?

He didn't want to confess his life here.

The third prince followed the elder prince's pace closely. He had a fierce battle just now, and he had several wounds on his body, and he was full of blood.

"Withdraw now?"

The prince roared, "The third child, if you don't withdraw, there will be no chance to leave-- " The third prince opened his eyes wide, his brown pupils were filled with sadness, and he seemed to cry.

1013: Battle of Northern Xinjiang (49)

"Now that we have withdrawn, what about our cavalry!"

In the successive battles, the Northern Xinjiang cavalry had lost seven or eighty-eight.

If their main force is withdrawn, what about the cavalry who are still fighting on the front line?

Abandon them?

Northern Xinjiang can't afford this loss!

The third prince understood very well that if he gave up the cavalry now, even if he could gain a chance to breathe, it would be nothing more than a lingering breath.

"Can you still care about this now?" The prince was almost fainted with anger, and his heart was anxious

After a while, he said dryly, "Without those cavalry, what shall we do to stop the willow thief?"

Hiding in the royal city?

Their king's city is in the eyes of the enemy, it's probably the same as paper, isn't it?

The people of the Central Plains make a living by farming, and their living environment is relatively stable, so they will build thick walls in high cities to block external damage.

The three tribes of Northern Xinjiang and Northern Xinjiang are nomads who like to live by the water. They have no fixed homes and are extremely mobile. Therefore, their houses are all tents, which are easy to disassemble and move. Under this circumstance, the use of the city wall to them is not great, so there are very few cities in Northern Xinjiang.

The so-called imperial city was also built to show the special characteristics of the imperial court in the northern borders, and it was built specifically to imitate the capital of the Central Plains.

To put it harder, the tofu dregs project is nothing more.

The third prince wept in his heart, and complained, "The willow thief has fought less siege wars? Can a mere royal city really stop them?"

No matter what, they can't give up on the cavalry ahead.

Snap-a

loud slap sounded, a slap print appeared on the face of the Sixth Prince, and after a few breaths, half of his face was swollen.

"Being aspirational to others and destroying your prestige, you are not an undercover agent sent by the willow thief! If you ask for death, the lone can grant you a death." The sixth prince retracted his hand and said quietly, "The lonely king is the king, and everything is lonely. Let's have the final say! Now—withdraw the troops—" The

third prince looked at his brother incredulously, his eyes filled with astonishment and disappointment.

The sixth prince issued an order to withdraw troops.

Not long afterwards, there was a knocking sound.

Hear the drums and advance, hear the golden sound and retreat.

Fu Wang heard the movement and smiled bloodied on his face, "I want to withdraw troops now? It's too late!" After

that, he ordered the left and right wings to change their actions and dispatched another 20,000 Chinese troops to cooperate to cut off the retreat of the northern cavalry. .

The remaining soldiers and horses followed him to chase the remnants of northern Xinjiang, chasing them all the way, bit by bit eating the enemy soldiers who fell behind, and chasing them to the bottom of the king's city.

A bloody battle did not gradually stop until the sunset.

The orange sunset illuminates the earth, blending a desolate color.

The king city stood on the horizon, but the city wall could not bring the slightest sense of security to northern Xinjiang.

Northern Xinjiang suffered heavy losses, and Jiang Pengji returned with a big victory.

"Happily - it was a really great kill today --"

Fu Wang's armor was soaked with blood, and the joints of the armor were still stained with flesh, like a ghost crawling out of a sea of blood.

What is striking is that he also carries two heads wearing helmets in his hands.

No one thought he was doing a bad job with such a rough manner, but he was curious about the owner of the two heads.

However, there are always exceptions-

Jiang Nongqin frowned secretly, "General Fu raised these two heads, but they want to dedicate them to the lord's wine and food?"

Looking a little closer to Fu, the bloody aura almost smothered people. .

The commander of the three armies can also kill two enemy generals, and Fu Wang's ability should not be underestimated.

The smile on Fu Wang's face stagnated for a moment. Seeing that the speaker was Jiang Nongqin, he couldn't choke back.

There are no women in the barracks, so anyone can be underestimated.

Fu Wang didn't have much contact with Jiang Nongqin, but he also knew that the other party was not easy to provoke.

Among other things, the women's battalion is in charge of the entire wounded battalion, and maybe one day, his life hangs by a thread, and he counts on others to help.

"What Xiaowei Jiang said, what kind of character is the lord, how can he drink blood like a barbarian?"

Jiang Nongqin said coldly, "In this case, the general should find a box to put it in, so as not to disturb the lord."

Fu Wang: "..."

Li Yun heard the conversation between the two and saw that Jiang Nongqin had left, so he said, "She cares very much about the lord, the general should not care about it."

Fu Wang glanced at Li Yun with a bitter look, and the other party was inexplicable.

"I understand--the lord is most important--" In

just a few words, the sour taste can make people feel sour.

Fu Wang is not angry with Jiang Nongqin, but just touches the scene

to give birth to love-Huijun's family letter is always for the lord, most of them are for peace or hello, and occasionally share the growth of the dragon and the phoenix. Fu Wang even saw two letters on the family letter. A little babys ink footprints, only three or five letters will mention his name-

jealous and envious-

dare not hate.

Huijun is like this, Jiang Nongqin is like this, and the other female soldiers in the female camp also treat the lord as a god-

"Tsk-it's useless to like it-give up, who made the lord be a woman -"

Fu Wang whispered and called. Give him two boxes to place the heads of the enemy.

For the generals, the heads of the enemy generals are not only the head, but also merit and glory.

The value of these two heads can at least exchange the female treasure of Huijun's family for a lifetime of rouge gouache!

It is nothing to capture the head of the general. The biggest gain of this battle is to wipe out the remaining cavalry in Northern Xinjiang and capture a large number of horses.

The intact war horses were raised as trophies, the seriously injured and disabled ones were kept as food reserves, and the enemy war horses that had been killed were used as food. To tell the truth, the living conditions of the soldiers are extremely difficult. They have attacked northern Xinjiang for more than half a year, and they can hardly eat meat.

Fighting is very tiring, and the heavy aftermath work is more tiring than fighting.

For example, to clean up the battlefield, the lost arrows must be recovered; most of the swords, guns, swords and halberds lost on the battlefield can be recycled; the clothes and armor on the enemy's corpse can also be used for re-use; The heavy possessions taken away...

In addition to these tasks, rescuing the wounded soldiers is an even more urgent matter.

Half of the soldiers died not on the battlefield but because they were not treated in time after the war.

Jiang Pengji closed the live broadcast room and planned to take a bath in the main account to clean up the blood stains on her body.

The crowd was too busy, and the clean hot water was still close to the wounded, so Jiang Pengji didn't bother others, so he exchanged a large basin of water directly from the system store and simply washed it. When she jumped into the bathtub wearing the innermost coat, the basin that was originally visible instantly dyed red.

After changing several basins of water in a row, it was barely cleaned.

Although there was still a bloody smell lingering all over his body, it was much better than before.

"Lord, Wei Ci, please see me ." Jiang Pengji said, "Xiao Xiao, come in." The

tent opened, and Wei Ci came in with a heavy food container.

Bypassing the simple screen, I saw Jiang Pengji wearing a pine green gown with loose knots, her wet black long hair casually draped over her shoulders, her face with a natural blush that is characteristic of bathing, her black starry eyes are scorching, so People dare not look directly for fear of blasphemy.

"Ci thought that the lord hadn't eaten yet, so I asked for a portion from the cooking side--"

1014: It's better to surrender (1)

Wei Ci understands her, once she gets busy, she doesn't treat herself as a human being, and no one reminds her not to eat.

You can do whatever you want when you are young, but when you get older, your spleen and stomach will suffer.

After Jiang Pengji reminded him, she raised her hand and rubbed her belly. He didn't eat a few meals and felt so hungry.

"Don't tell me Zixiao, I almost forgot about it."

Wei Ci laughed dumbly, pulled the food table over, then opened the food box, and the rich aroma came out.

The conditions of the barracks are poor, and there are few fruits and vegetables in northern Xinjiang. The soldiers eat either dry food or marinated dried meat.

Today there are a lot of trophies, and Wei Ci asked the cooking soldiers to leave him a few pieces of moderately fat meat and the dry goods from the mountains and wilds from the search.

Jiang Pengji watched Wei Ci bring out the food in the food box, sniffing the aroma of the food, and his stomach started to irritate quietly.

"The food master doesn't have this good craftsmanship. Could it be that Zixiao made it for me?" The

food master can only make big pot rice and big pot dishes. He can only ensure that the food is clean. It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not.

Sometimes it is half-baked, and soldiers can only bite the bullet and eat.

The food that Wei Ci brought out was different. Not to mention the taste, just looking at the color and smelling the aroma made one's thumb move.

"Except for the lord, Ci has never cooked for others. Eat it while it's hot." Wei Ci filled her with a pair of bamboo chopsticks, "I haven't cooked for a long time, I don't know if the craftsmanship is unfamiliar-lord If it feels uncomfortable, Ci will ask someone to prepare another one."

Jiang Pengji took the bowl and chopsticks, while pulling the rice, while raising his eyes to look at Wei Ci.

"What does the lord look at Ci doing like this?"

Wei Ci filled her with a bowl of mushroom and three fresh soup for her to eat with.

It is not good to always eat meat, and it is easy to get tired of the taste.

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "The beauty is good, but I can only eat when I see Zixiao."

Wei Ci smiled bitterly. Even though his knot was resolved, his protagonist's sultry methods always caught him off guard.

"Ci didn't expect that he still has such a usefulness." Wei Ci continued with good faith, "If this is the case, the lord will eat a few more bowls."

He said so, but his heart said with a squishy tongue.

If you look at his face like this, why did your Majesty refuse to eat on time before, and always want him to say everything nicely?

Looking back now, a ridiculous guess came out of Wei Ci's heart--could it be

that your Majesty didn't have a bad appetite, but just wanted him to coax?

"If Zixiao accompanies me to eat, I can eat more fragrant."

"Zi has already eaten."

Wei Ci smiled and filled her with a bowl, his eyes were soft like water.

Jiang Pengji ate all the food prepared by Wei Ci without wasting a grain of rice or a drop of soup. The plate was brighter than her face.

Zi Xiao's craftsmanship should be married." Wei Ci said, "Don't worry, there are still a few years left."

Jiang Pengji looked at Wei Ci's lips and subconsciously licked the dry corners of his mouth.

"Can

Zixiao prepare desserts?" Wei Ci was astonished. Although the lord didn't pick his mouth, she didn't like food that was too sweet and seldom touched desserts.

"Not yet..."

Before he could finish, he saw the opponent's right hand shot like lightning, pressing the back of his neck against him, and the two fell directly on the table.

Regardless of Jiang Pengji's theory and knowledge, when it comes to actual combat, it seems that he can only nibble.

After a long while, Wei Ci left the main tent with an empty food container. The original pale lips were blushing like fire, as if they could bleed.

Seeing Qi Guanrang, he also hung his head slightly and said hello in a hurry.

Official Qi: "..."

The official Qi asked Jiang Pengji to find Jiang Pengji for something. Seeing the lord's appearance, and thinking about Wei Ci's embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help laughing.

Wei Cixu is twenty-six years old, and the lord is almost twenty.

People at this age can move faster, and children can go to Jinlin Academy.

It happened that the two of them were too innocent.

"Master, the identities of those two people have been asked." Qi Guan asked to restrain his mind and resume his official state.

"The identities of the two?" Jiang Pengji was taken aback, and then he remembered who the official Qi was referring to. "What identity?"

Jiang Pengji captured the two people who came back alive. Just looking at the armor of the two of them, they know their status is extraordinary. Maybe it's Beijiang. Important important person... She didn't bother to waste time, so she threw the matter to the official Qi to deal with it, and hurriedly went back to her account to wash and change clothes.

"The two of them are stiff, they are secretive about their identities, and they can't tell you anything. However, Zai Dao has seen them and knows their identities." At this point, Qi Guanrang smiled more and more, "Both of them are princes of Northern Xinjiang. One goes seven and the other goes eight."

"Prince of Northern Xinjiang?" Jiang Pengji was taken aback, and said in surprise, "The old tortoise, the Great King of Northern Xinjiang, is quite capable of giving birth."

This fertility is quite amazing.

Jiang Pengji killed the second prince to sacrifice the flag, and also slaughtered the ninth prince, hanging his corpse to attack the momentum of northern Xinjiang.

Sun Wen borrowed a knife to kill, and slaughtered the four princes of Northern Xinjiang with the hands of the nine princes.

With this calculation, she killed three princes in Northern Xinjiang, and now took two more prisoners.

There are too many princes in Northern Xinjiang, are they worthless?

Qi Guanren was choked by the description of his father-in-law.

But... The Great King of Northern Xinjiang is indeed quite capable, and his father-in-law is his nemesis.

"How does the lord plan to deal with the two?"

Jiang Pengji thought for a while, "Is it a family? They pay attention to reunion, let them go down to meet the other brothers."

Qiguan asked to twist her eyebrows. The lord's words meant that she didn't plan to let the two of them go.

"Kill now?"

"Kill now, wouldn't it be cheaper for Northern Xinjiang?" Jiang Pengji thought for a while, and an idea came up in her heart. The second prince of Xinjiang has also received this treatment. They are all brothers, and they can't

favor one another ." After that, she added, "Yes, before doing this, Wen Zheng first drafted a letter and told the Northern Xinjiang Imperial Court—— If you want to change back to the two, you only need to tie the royal family up and down, and surrender. If they refuse, then they will keep their eyes open and watch carefully--"

If it is other times, they can exchange captives for benefits, but Jiang Pengji has no plans. Let go of northern Xinjiang.

Rather than letting people go back to the mountains, it is better to use them to fight the momentum of northern Xinjiang and give them spiritual oppression.

The official Qi gave in, "Yes." In

another place, the Hachioji, who had been a prisoner, finally woke up.

Seeing Hachioji's signs of awakening, the Seven Prince hurriedly called out, "Eighth younger brother-eighth younger brother wake up -"

Hachioji woke up leisurely, he only felt that his throat was dry, as if a fire was burning there.

"Seven, seven brothers-where is this place?"

Hachioji moved his body and found that his hands were tightly tied with ropes, and there was a sharp pain in his lower limbs.

In an instant, the memories before the fainting swarmed.

He remembered that he was dragged off the horse with a lasso, and was struck in both legs by a horse's hoof.

1015: It's better to surrender (two)

The seventh prince said sadly, "We were caught by the willow thief... and now we are her prisoners..."

He was seriously injured, and the arrow wounds on his shoulder were all filthy. If it is not handled properly, it may be pus and rot.

Hachioji shook his heart, as if he didn't believe this reality.

"We were caught?"

He was not a naive person, he fell into the hands of the enemy, and his fate can be imagined.

The seventh prince nodded heavily, "Well."

"In that case..." the eighth prince hurriedly asked, "Can there be movement over the imperial court?"

He and the seventh prince are both imperial princes, representing the face and majesty of the imperial court of Northern Xinjiang. If they were humiliated, the imperial court would also have no face.

The imperial court can't let the enemy humiliate them, and will definitely send someone to negotiate with the willow thief, negotiate terms and exchange the two.

The seventh prince knew what the eighth prince was thinking in his heart. It took a long while to shook his head slowly. He renounced the other's expectations. He said sadly, "The willow thief has no intention to see us so far, and the imperial court is controlled by the sixth. People come to redeem us?" The

Seven Prince has always supported Hachioji for free, and Hachioji is still a strong contender for the king.

The two are the confidants of the Six Princes, how could the latter give up the benefits in exchange for the two?

As everyone knows, the imperial court has already exploded the pot.

The Sixth Prince hadn't slept for two days, and for fear of closing his eyes, the enemy broke through the royal city and entered the imperial court.

His nerves are extremely fragile if he doesn't sleep for a long time, and the ministers underneath are still chattering, making his brain hurt.

"Noisy and noisy——Apart from being noisy, can anyone help you out for loneliness?" The

sixth prince erupted, and his angry voice made the ministers quiet for a moment, not daring to speak.

"You! You stand up and say!" The sixth prince casually pointed to a minister, "If you can't tell you how ugly, you will kill you alone!"

The ministers were as quiet as chickens, and no one dared to be such an early bird.

Only the sixth princes old father-in-law dared to stand up. He was the main fighter, and the only seedling Hakeyi died in the battle. He wanted to avenge his son.

The sixth prince was a little guilty in the face of the old man, so he reluctantly suppressed the manic emotions and patiently listened to the other party's words.

Lao Zhangren said that there is only one core-war!

As for the strategic layout, there is no mention of a word. The alive and reckless man has only muscles in his mind.

war?

What kind of battle?

Hit the head with the willow thief?

They have been blocked by the willow thief in the king's city.

The sixth prince endured the urge to vomit blood in his heart, and on the surface he still had to stabilize the old father-in-law, and he still had to rely on the old father-in-law now.

"Report to the king, an arrow was shot from outside the city, and there is a letter from the willow thief on it." The

sixth prince lifted his spirits and said quickly, "Read it quickly and see what it says." The

minister of Northern Xinjiang understands the Chinese characters. There were not many people, and in the end they could only pass the letter to the third prince to read it on his behalf.

When the third prince opened the letter, his expression was gloomy, his throat seemed to be choking, and he couldn't pronounce a word in a daze.

"The youngest--even you have to disobey the orders of the lonely king?" The

sixth prince was angry, and the anger made him breathe quickly, his chest violently fluctuated, and he was gasping like a cow.

The third prince was taken aback, and read the above with difficulty.

The seventh prince and the eighth prince have become prisoners of the willow thief. If the northern frontier imperial court wants to redeem the two, they must surrender through Kaesong-the Kaesong surrender is not over yet, and the imperial court will become lower prisoners-if they agree to this condition , She only cleans the imperial court and does not hurt other nobles.

This is the ultimatum given by Jiang Pengji. If Beijiang doesn't know good or bad, then don't blame her for being ruthless.

"Go--all to the lone--" The sixth prince got out of control. He got up directly from the throne, rushed to the third prince in a stride, grabbed the letter in his hand, and tore it to pieces in twos or twos. "She Liu Xi Who do you think you are? How dare you be such a threat!" The

Imperial Court of Northern Xinjiang is the most noble race in Northern Xinjiang.

According to genealogy records, they are descendants of deities believed in Northern Xinjiang, and their bloodlines are extremely noble.

Don't think that only the Central Plains family pays attention to blood lineage, and the Northern Frontiers are more concerned about lineage.

The Imperial Court of Northern Xinjiang is a descendant of gods. They were born to control the living beings on the earth. Do mere mortals still want to control their life and death?

absurd!

However, Goddess or something, to put it bluntly, is to put gold on his face.

If this is not the case, how can the imperial court overwhelm other families in northern Xinjiang and become a royal family?

The prince looked at six Prince insane rage appearance, coldly asked, "If not, Seven Skiles how to do?"

Six furious prince pulled out his waist dagger directed at the prince said, "is the lone behalf of the king , You are just courtiers. You dont solve problems for orphans, but instead ask what to do with orphans? Waste—all waste—what's the use of lonely waste? The

third prince looked at each other coldly, he knew—this brother in front of him. Already driven crazy.

Chaotang was in chaos, and everyone was clamoring and had no idea.

On the second day, a moving arrow tower was pushed to a place hundreds of steps away from the king's city, and there were two people hanging on it.

Awesomely half-dead Seven Princes and Eight Princes.

There are two long strips hanging from their necks with a few bohemian characters written on them.

One long strip says-[When the two princes are killed]

Another long strip says-[The day when our army broke the city, you and other lords] The

Liu family emblem is painted at the end, arrogant and arrogant The air blows at his face.

Seeing this, the guards on the wall of the royal city were so frightened that their legs were weak, and they quickly passed the news back to the imperial court.

The Sixth Prince sat on the spot in a daze, his complexion was too dark to see, and the courtiers who were arguing under the account couldn't let him regain his senses.

"On behalf of the king, the old minister would like to ask Ying to fight."

"...Instead of being humiliated, it is better to integrate and go out of the city to fight to the death with the willow thief!" The

old man wanted to avenge his son. This is the only seed in his line.

Now that the only son is dead, he is equivalent to cutting off his sons and grandchildren. Instead of being so humiliated by the enemy while alive, it is better to fight a battle in Kaicheng.

Lao Zhangren regards death as home, and is willing to fight to the end for the royal family, but other nobles are unwilling.

Why do you want to die if you can live?

How much is the bone value?

They don't pay attention to courtesy, justice, integrity, filial piety, and loyalty.

As long as they are still alive, they can continue to enjoy the glory and wealth, but it is just a change of loyal master.

If surrender can save their lives, why should they be buried for the royal family?

"It's better—let's go—" an old official said in a panic. His voice was not loud, but it attracted everyone's attention. He boldly said, "Now the willow thief is in the sky, and it will be sooner or later that the willow thief is in the sky. Rather than increase casualties, it's better as

soon as possible—" Before he finished speaking, a white light flashed in the air, his neck chilled, and hot blood splashed all over the floor.

The third prince took the knife back into the scabbard, and his expression was gloomy and honest, "You will come down without a fight. Are you still a clambered northern Xinjiang man?"

If Master Wu Liba is still there, he will fight to the end, why would he want the enemy to bow down. Thoughts?

1016: It's better to surrender (3)

When the third prince said something, the officials blushed.

Not ashamed, but obviously angry.

If they surrender, there is still a way to survive. This is called "A person who knows the current affairs is a brilliant man." How can it be called spineless?

But none of them dared to say that, lest the three princes violently kill.

After the dynasty was dispersed, the officials left in twos and threes, and the faces of everyone were not very good.

The royal family had to drag them to the funeral before they died, so how could their complexions get better.

The sky is getting darker, and the city that was once prosperous as the day is now lonely and cold, filled with an atmosphere of killing.

The temperature difference between day and night in northern Xinjiang is large, the sun is exposed to the sun during the day, and the moonlight at night is as cold as ice.

Both the Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince had wounds on their bodies, and they were still violently tied up and hung on the high arrow tower. Shen Ke didnt mention the injuries. The enemy still didnt give them water or food, and they all carried iron. No, let alone they are spoiled for more than 20 years.

Hachioji called out weakly, "Seven brother... are you still awake?"

He has been in a coma for most of the day, and now his mind is very dizzy.

The seventh prince was hung in the air, his head hanging down, without the slightest reaction.

However, his body is still warm and should not be dead.

Hachioji was so sad and sad, he was hung in the air, faintly able to see the scene inside the royal city over the high wall.

Not long ago, he was the galloping, high-spirited prince of Northern Xinjiang, but now he has become a prisoner of the enemy

When he was young, he often imagined his future.

In the blueprint he painted, he will always be a man of great beauty and status. When did he ever think about becoming a prisoner?

If in normal times, he suffered such humiliation and had already thought of a way to commit suicide, how could he survive?

However, both he and the Seventh Prince knew the contents of the long strip hanging around their necks, and knew that they were related to the day when the willow thief attacked the city.

As long as they live longer, maybe, maybe the officials of the royal city can come up with a countermeasure to the enemy?

Maybe, maybe they still have a chance to survive?

Hachioji knew that this possibility was very slim, but it was better than not having a trace of hope.

No matter it is him or Seventh Brother, they must work hard to live, and they must not be able to accept the enemy's will.

Therefore, Hachioji, while still conscious, tried his best to call the Seven Prince until he awakened the other party.

They can't sleep, maybe they won't wake up after they fall asleep-the

long night, the two of them are cold and blue, when the sun rises and the warm sun shines on them, they are almost moved to tears.

Is it cruel?

Compared to the evil they had committed, Jiang Pengji was already very kind.

She didnt treat them as pets of fighting beasts, letting them fight with the beasts; she didnt let the two of them fight with the beasts, and/or for fun; she didnt humiliate them in front of them. Wife and daughter, listening to their painful wailing and amusing—

she did nothing, but they did everything.

Northern Xinjiang looted and captured countless people on the border, men and women, which one has a good end?

The Seven Princes ran the business, and they had done countless Chinese women's transactions. Those women fell into the hands of the slave business. Which one can be innocent and not humiliated? There are too many nobles in Northern Xinjiang, and there are too few Chinese female slaves who are played to death every day? The

status of women in northern Xinjiang is indeed high, but it is limited to women of the barbarians in northern Xinjiang. Han women are inferior to dogs.

The Seven Prince is an executioner, and the Eight Prince is not innocent.

One year, the seventh prince became seriously ill, and the doctor in Beijiang said that he wanted to cure the disease. He had to remove the dogwoods from the breasts of ten clean girls, boil them, and cook them into fragrant minced meat. The medicine will get better if you take it continuously for ten days.

Therefore, Hachioji spent a lot of money to buy a hundred cardamom girls from the firm, no more than fifteen years old and no more than seven or eight years old.

According to the doctor's instructions, after ten days, the Seventh Prince really recovered.

Knowing what Hachioji had done for him, the Seven Princes not only did not feel cruel, but thanked each other for his brotherhood.

Compared to what they have done before, can Jiang Pengji hang them in the air to dry, can it be considered cruel?

"Are they dead?"

Jiang Peng Ji Meimei slept, refreshed the next day, not like fighting on the battlefield all day.

The civilian military commander looked at him, feeling jealous.

His own master is full of vitality, and his physical strength is not like a normal person.

Sun Wen sneered, and replied, "There is still a sigh of relief--they are too dead, and they can still live so hanging--"

Beijiang has fought long enough in this battle, and he hasn't seen his Lan Lan for more than half a year. Good grandson.

Jiang Pengji pointed his finger on the table and asked Sun Wen, "Wait another two days, so that the soldiers can replenish their energy."

Sun Wen asked with a smile, "What if the northern borders fall?"

Jiang Pengji said, "Northern Xinjiang is willing to fall. It also depends on whether I am willing to accept it."

From the beginning to the end, she didn't intend to accept Beijiang's surrender. She asked Wen Zheng to write the letter, just playing Beijiang.

The seventh prince and the eighth prince choked their breath and refused to swallow them, wasn't it just to delay time?

If they find that their suffering is nothing but a waste of effort, it must be sour and refreshing.

"The people of Northern Xinjiang are innocent, but their rich and powerful are not innocent, and they are just a disaster." Jiang Pengji's eyes were cold, with a cold killing intent. Be grateful. But those powerful and powerful are different. Their greed and desires are endless. If they accept their surrender, it will be difficult to deal with in the future. Rather than leaving it as a disaster and not knowing when to cause chaos, it is better to start early. So they were completely strangled to death, so as to avoid any worries in the future."

Sun Wen agreed with this.

If they keep the rich and powerful in northern Xinjiang, they can use their previous knowledge to secretly mess up things.

As long as you have the background, it is easier to recover. This is a curse.

The lord is a person who looks at the world, how can he spend extra energy on the villain?

Jiang Pengji said to Sun Wen, "If they refuse to breathe when the time comes, then give them a good time and send them on the road."

Sun Wen nodded and responded.

Time is fast, and one day has passed.

Jiang Pengji's army surrounded the King City in groups, and although he did not scold them, it also gave them endless pressure.

The imperial court hadn't made a decision yet, seeing that the Seven Prince and the Eighth Prince could no longer hold it, the Northern Frontier nobles were ready to move and couldn't help it.

Jiang Pengji was about to take a break, when familiar footsteps came from outside the tent, and then a familiar voice.

"The lord is asleep?"

Jiang Pengji stood up and lit the candle, and said, "Zixiao, come in, what's the matter?"

Wei Ci got permission, and then opened the tent and came in.

I saw my lord holding an oil lamp, half of his face was rendered into a warm orange by the dim candlelight, and his eyebrows were softer.

Seeing that she was dressed neatly, Wei Ci lowered her head slightly, and replied, "There is movement in the northern king city."

Jiang Pengji raised her brows and frowned, and asked him, "What's the movement?"

Wei Ci said, "The patrolling cavalry found a basket placed on the city, and a person crouched in the basket. This person claimed to be a confidant in Beijiang."

1017: It's better to surrender (four)

The confidant of Beijiang Youxiang?

Jiang Pengji turned his mind and said,

"Sneaked down the city wall in the middle of the night... It seems that this right acquaintance is quite acquainted." "The person who knows the current affairs is a handsome man." Wei Ci said.

"JJ is not, then I have the final say." Jiang Peng Ji eyes light flashed a chill, she laughed, "I went to see this man."

Jiang Peng Ji's first sitting, tent lit candle, barely photo Brighten up most of the space.

There was a person kneeling below, almost touching his upper body to the ground, and looked at Jiang Pengji tremblingly.

"I don't want to know what your name is, you just need to say what you are here." Jiang Pengji pulled aside Pingji, half of his body leaned back, looking lazy and sleepy, "It's not too early today. If you sleep too late, its not good for your health.

The man choked, his expression slightly distorted.

He said, "I was the right phase Suha Sa confidant, today Bong Su Hasa with the right commands to your surrender."

"Surrender?" Jiang Peng Ji sneer, she said, "though I do not know who is Su Hasa, but Since he has the name of the right minister, he must be one of the top dignitaries in northern Xinjiang. I have a question. Your right minister has eaten the salary of the northern border imperial court for so many years. Now the disaster is approaching in northern Xinjiang. If you say surrender, surrender—this—it is inevitable—"

the man said, "The rightist said, "The original sentence is widely circulated—good birds choose woods for habitation, and wise ministers choose their masters— The tyranny of the king of Northern Xinjiang was harsh, which prevented the people from having a living. It can be seen that it is not the master-the right side can't bear to help the abuser -"

Jiang Pengji smiled and praised, "Your family has a lot of research on the Han culture, and speaks well. "

The person was overjoyed and said quickly, "Liuzhou Mu has praised it."

Jiang Pengji changed her posture and tried to make herself more comfortable.

"It's not impossible to surrender. But how do I know that your family's righteousness is sincere?" Jiang Pengji sneered and said mercilessly. The clerks have the eyes of a torch, and he sees through the conspiracy of northern Xinjiang, and maybe the person who has returned from the defeat will become me. If you want to surrender, you have to show some sincerity."

Without sincerity, can it be regarded as "surrender". ?

With joy, the man quickly took out a tightly wrapped piece of parchment from his clothes.

"This is the topographical map of the inner city of the king. It is now dedicated to Liuzhou Mu." He said with joy on the face of the person. "The Right Phase is fully prepared. As long as you accept the surrender, the Right Phase will meet you inside and outside, and take the opportunity to open it. The gate of the King City welcomes the army to enter the city."

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and said to the humanity, "Really?"

"It's true!"

At the same time, the right minister was anxiously waiting for news at home, like an ant on a hot pot.

My confidant went out for two hours, why hasn't the news come back?

"Photographer right, who are you waiting for?" The

sound of footsteps came from outside the tent, the dense torches were lit up, and the familiar voice was directed at the eardrums.

Suhasa, the right-hand imager, was stunned, and quickly turned his head to look at him. He was the third prince with a haggard look, and there were many people behind him.

He recalled the issue prince asked, aghast at heart, quickly said, "Three Highness, veteran did so on anyone."

The prince's first Damajindao sat, mouth evoke grinning, eyes staring right phase As if looking at the dead.

"Isn't waiting for someone?" If the third prince pointedly pointedly, "I just patrolled the street and caught a confidant who claimed to be the right confidant. This person also has a topographic map of the king's city hidden on his body. I was shocked alone, and his right was facing northern Xinjiang. Being loyal, how could it be possible to surrender to the enemy and betray him? I was too angry, so I was tortured him severely, and the man was not up to date, so he died. In order not to damage the reputation of the right xiangge, I brought someone here alone. Ask. If that person is framed, the lonely person can justify the righteousness, lest anyone use this to attack the righteousness—"

After the third prince said something, the plump body of the right person couldn't help trembling slightly, and there was sticky sweat in front of and behind him.

He said decisively, "Minions are born in northern Xinjiang, and death are ghosts in northern Xinjiang. Loyal and loyal, visible in the sky. Someone must be a jealous minion who deliberately framed the confidant with the topographical map of the city. The three majesty is wise and wise and natural. You wont be blinded by villains. The

third princes lips twitched, and he said, You are also an old man in the two dynasties. You are the fathers right arm, and you can be lonely and trustworthy.

Right connected and nodded, fully interpreting what is meant by "slave maids knee." "The third prince sneered in his heart.

The old man, the

third prince, must have said in his heart, "Although the right image has been slandered by others, the right image is not completely innocent. In the future, I must restrain people from letting others take advantage of them. The loneliness has already killed that confidant. , And send someone to bring this topographical map to see the willow thief."

Youxiang widened his eyes in astonishment, as if he hadn't heard what the third prince said.

"See you in Tuqiong Dagger——" The third prince said in a volume that can only be heard by two people, "It depends on today."

As long as Jiang Pengji is dead-no, even if it is only seriously injured, Beijiang can take the opportunity to relax. Come.

The friend on the right was sour in his mouth, cold sweating from fear, and he looked at the third prince with awe and fear.

The third prince left the right-hand mansion, but his expression did not relax, instead he was so solemn that he could drip water.

The sixth prince is the acting king, but that is a waste, and he has no ability to suppress the officials.

People in the ruling and opposition parties are floating, and many people have already germinated the idea of surrender, and they will move in one or two days.

The third prince simply took people to wait for the rabbit, and he caught a lot of them.

"Master--Is Beijiang really exhausted?" The three princes felt unwilling, "Students do not

believe-- " Because he was not reconciled, he used Li Daitao's stiff strategy to send his confidant to pretend to be the right confidant, taking the opportunity Assassinate Liu Xi.

If it succeeds, once the willow thief dies, the enemy will inevitably retreat, and there is still room for counterattack in Northern Xinjiang.

If it is unsuccessful-ha ha ha, willow thief eats a ditch and gains a wisdom, see if she dare to accept the noble surrender of Beijiang?

Maybe the messenger had just passed by to express their intentions, and they were beheaded.

Ha ha ha-

these noble ministers have enjoyed the benefits given by the royal family. Now a disaster is approaching, they want to fly solo?

Want to be beautiful-

if the northern frontier is exhausted, the imperial court is destined to be destroyed, and these people will be buried with the imperial family!

Crazy thoughts entangled his brain, the third prince looked calm on his face, and his heart was crazy.

Outside the Wangcheng, Jiang Pengji Daying.

"If you offer something, if it is true, you will definitely reward your family right-"

Jiang Pengji nodded the table in front of him, and the man arched his body in front of him, holding the topographic map of the city in both hands.

The man was less than five steps away from Jiang Pengji, and she asked quickly, "By the way, your family is so knowledgeable about the right friend, then he has heard a word from the Han family..."

"What word?"

"Picture! Poor! Dagger! See you! !" The confidant of Beijiang Youxiang?