"Today, I will teach you a sentence - the winner is the king, the loser is the bandit!"
Jiang Pengji's whip was rolled up in his hands, and pressed against the opponent's face, leaving a red mark.
The Seventh Prince pursed his lips and salivated, and spit 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 king and the loser - those people, hehe, they deserve to die! Not to mention our three tribes in the northern Xinjiang, even if you are a self-proclaimed benevolent person, when will you treat them kindly? Have you ever taken a prisoner? Don't put gold on your face."
In this age of cold weapons, prisoners can't be called people at all, and they don't deserve to be treated like people. At best, they're just trophies. The winner has the right to dispose of his spoils. This is an eternal iron law, and the Seventh Prince will not repent or be ashamed.
Because Beijiang won, they have the right to deal with the people of the three cities of Shangyu.
The men killed to satisfy their bloodthirsty and violent impulses.
The women are raped and use their bodies and cries 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 laughed instead of being angry, and she asked, "According to your logic, I slaughtered the barbarians in the northern border, is that justifiable?"
Although it was a question, Jiang Pengji used a very firm statement, and every word was filled with frightening killing intent.
The Seventh Prince shuddered, his pale complexion turned to ashen.
"You're not a willow thief, can you say that?"
Don't look at the seven prince's words, but he is also a standard double standard. When Northern Xinjiang was victorious, they could wantonly slaughter, loot, and humiliate the enemy, but when they were defeated by the enemy, they couldn't stand the enemy treating them like this.
Jiang Pengji said, "What I say naturally counts."
The seventh prince was stunned for a moment, and a terrifying thought invaded his brain, causing his increasingly confused consciousness to instantly converge.
"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 the Northern Xinjiang in a series of battles. He... No, how could she be a willow thief
"Liu Xi?" The Seventh Prince exclaimed, lying on the horse's back and gasping for breath, "How could you be Liu Xi?"
Jiang Pengji raised her hand and licked her ear with her little finger, and clicked her tongue.
"Why are you so surprised? Haven't you seen the lord of the battle in person?"
The seventh prince was so choked up by her words that he couldn't speak, and his heart was so remorse that his bowels were blue.
If they had known that she was Liu Xi, they would have killed her even if they tried every means.
The seventh prince forgot that their acting king also ordered the cold arrow to be spared. What happened
As a result, not even a single hair on Jiang Pengji was hurt.
Don't be ashamed!
The Seventh Prince recalled the conversation between the two in cold sweat, and the surrounding screams shook the sky again, putting him under great psychological pressure.
"The Han family in the Central Plains believes in Confucianism and Taoism, and prides themselves on being benevolent. Do you really dare to take the risk of the world and slaughter the northern border?"
The seventh prince stared at Jiang Pengji.
People are knives, I am fish.
The balance of the battlefield tilted towards Jiang Pengji, and nearly half of the northern border fell into the opponent's pocket. The Seventh Prince couldn't keep his mouth shut.
Hearing what the other party said, Jiang Pengji smiled.
"I can understand a sentence. Morality is what binds the gentleman, not the villain. You can slaughter the innocent people in Shangyu unscrupulously, but we can't. We have to treat you well, right?" Jiang Pengji raised her hand and pinched the seventh prince's jaw , with a little force, he felt that Jiang Pengji's hands were like iron tongs, almost crushing his mandible, "Tsk, your face is really big."
The Seventh Prince was in so much pain that he burst into tears, and more fresh and viscous blood burst out from the wound.
Jiang Pengji smiled, "Don't worry, I will not slaughter the northern Xinjiang, but from now on, I will make the northern Xinjiang history."
A cold light flashed in her eyes, and the seventh prince groaned in his heart, with a faint ominous premonition.
"What's the meaning?"
The Seventh Prince was breathing hard, and his pale, bloodless cheeks were stained with an abnormal flush.
"When people with blood in the northern border don't speak barbarian language, don't know barbarian language, and even forget where their ancestors came from—this should be considered genocide, right?" Rakshasa Li Gui, "It's a pity you can't see it anymore."
The seventh prince was so angry that blood rushed to his brain, and he fainted with rage.
Jiang Pengji disdainfully scoffed, carrying the machete and leaping onto Xiao Bai's horse, pulling a rein.
"Xiao Bai - go!"
More than 10,000 cavalrymen in the northern Xinjiang were restrained by the left and right flanks of Jiang Pengji's army and could not return to defense.
The elites of the main force were rushed by the three thousand heavy cavalry in a mess, the soldiers wailed incessantly, and the formation of the army was chaotic.
Seeing this, Fu Wang decisively ordered - the whole army to attack!
The elites of the Chinese army followed behind the heavy cavalry and rushed towards the enemy's main force, harvesting the enemy's heads.
"Kill—who told you to hide—"
The situation went down in an instant, and the sixth prince looked at the situation on the battlefield, his eyes bloodshot with anger.
The cavalry in the northern Xinjiang is invincible, how could it fail
The enemy only had 3,000 heavy cavalry, how could they push back their army of more than 100,000
The sixth prince could not accept such a failure, but the reality gave him a slap in the face—
The cavalry in the northern Xinjiang is not without advantages, they kicked the iron plate.
"Whoever dares to take a step back, kill him—"
The sixth prince drew his sword and killed a few soldiers who were fleeing backwards, trying to stabilize the morale of the army.
However, it's too late-
As soon as the three thousand heavy cavalry came up, they ran rampantly in a crushing posture, killing the people from the northern borders and giving them great pressure in their hearts. Before the heavy cavalry was exhausted, Fu Wang led the army to rush forward, not only supporting the heavy cavalry that was about to be exhausted, but also taking the "baton" from them, further suppressing the fighting spirit in the northern Xinjiang, and completely destroying their courage—
The momentum of the Northern Xinjiang army was already sluggish, and it was even more impossible to fight at this moment.
"Dai Wang - withdraw -"
The Northern Xinjiang general was guarding the sixth prince, and his resolute face showed a rare fragility, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Now that we've withdrawn, we still have a chance—"
The fighting spirit has been wiped out, and if the northern border does not withdraw, the losses will only increase.
At this time, the leader should resolutely withdraw the stop loss.
The Sixth Prince gritted his teeth unwillingly. If he was pulling it now, wouldn't the willow thief pursue his victory
"Withdraw—withdraw into the royal city, it will be too late if you don't withdraw—"
At this time, the big prince in armor and scarlet came on horseback, and his eyes were full of fatigue.
The sixth prince clenched his fists angrily, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word—
"withdraw!"
How can you be unhappy
He didn't want to take his own life here.
The third prince followed closely in the footsteps of the eldest prince. He had a fierce battle just now, with several wounds on his body and blood all over his body.
"Withdraw now?"
The eldest prince roared, "The third child, if you don't withdraw, you won't have a chance to leave—"
The third prince opened his eyes wide, and his brown pupils were filled with sadness, as if he was about to shed tears.
"Now that we have withdrawn, what will happen to our cavalry!"