Zong Chen's subordinates are good at water, slippery as a fish bursting out of the bottom of the water, and appeared under the horseshoes of the two knights of Jinpeng Pixiu, doing nothing but chopping the horse's legs. Chaotic, when they struggled to their feet, He Lianzheng's men had already rushed over.
He Lianzheng, who harbors hatred for killing his father, will naturally not be soft-hearted. Killing people is like chopping tofu. He led the famous warrior Ba Biao who moved the grassland, and was swept into the enemy army like nine whirlwinds. Wherever he passed, the blood light illuminated the night. Dye the grassland red.
The Pixiu Department was originally the weakest of the twelve, otherwise it would not have been divided into the outskirts of the grassland, and the forces that can be mobilized are limited. Since the Jinpeng Department is still competing with the other departments for the kingship, it can be used to intercept and kill He Lianzheng. The number of people is destined not to be all. Originally, the Jinpeng Department calculated that there were not many guards for He Lianzheng. Although the number of guards for the princess to marry is okay, but they are transported slowly by boat, they must not be pressed into the battlefield at one time, and they can be divided into batches. Slaughtering, this is a good idea, and it is also the reason why Feng Zhiwei and He Lianzheng don't want to cross the river at night.
But the Jinpeng Department never thought that Feng Zhiwei had her own power, a small number of experts involved in all aspects, and its combined power was no less than that of a well-trained small army.
What's more, there is Gu Nanyi who didn't make a move.
Young Master Gu followed He Lianzheng in the image of strolling in the courtyard with a baby in his arms, waved his hands and watched him off, and ended a large number of ferocious Jinpeng warriors who tried to besiege He Lianzheng from behind. Many of them died without knowing what happened. dead.
When it was almost dawn, a small-scale but destined to have a far-reaching battle had ended.
The leader of the Jinpeng tribe who came after him saw that the situation was not good, and led the rest of the tribe to escape. The family of the Pixiu tribe was here, there was nowhere to escape, and most of them abandoned their weapons and surrendered.
The sun was shining lightly, and the thick blood on the green grass was dripping drop by drop at this time, soaking the black soil more fertilely.
In the coming year, the pastures here must be even more lush.
He Lianzheng walked slowly among the dead bodies and scorched smoke on the ground, his deep purple eyes were calm and unwavering, his blue-gold robe slowly brushed the blood on the ground, and his prisoner of war shrank under his feet.
"Sucha." He suddenly stopped in front of a person and looked down at him, "We are friends who grew up together. When you were young, you won my riding and shooting. We made a date. Your daughter wants to marry me. Son, now that my son is not born, are you going to kill your daughter's future father-in-law at your feet?"
Tucha raised his head, the prairie man's face was full of tears.
"In Erji, it's my fault. I was deceived by Hongjila Jinpeng's sweet words! We... our Pixiu department have been unable to share good grassland for so many years, and the original fertile land has been gradually taken up by the Firefox department. Hongjila agreed to do it." After the completion, half of the southern grassland will be given to us... Erji, whoever betrays his brother deserves to die! But! For the sake of us being together since we were young, don't offend my family, wife and daughter!"
Behind him, women and children cried together and kowtowed to He Lianzheng.
He Lianzheng looked at him with his hands behind his back, nodded and said, "You know what to do."
Gritting his teeth, Tucha drew his knife loudly and pierced it into his heart.
The men in the Pixiu Department behind him all drew their knives silently, dozens of sharp knives drew bright white arcs under the blue sky of the grassland, and then stimulated bright red blood springs to rise in the sunlight.
The crying was loud.
He Lianzheng watched calmly the whole time, not avoiding the blood that was slowly flowing down his boots.
Immediately, he raised his head, looked at the white clouds flying like eagles in the sky, and said lightly:
"Killed them all."
"Crack!"
The light of the knife opened up the killing, and the blood rainbow ran across the sky.
The crying stopped abruptly.
Feng Zhiwei watched from a distance with his hands behind his back, but didn't go to stop him.
Grassland people must avenge their grudges, and wanton grievances, this is the way they choose to live. If anyone shows the kindness of a woman today, there is no guarantee that any of these children will grow up in the future and will not fight into the king's tent to become their father. revenge.
In the grasslands, there is no such thing as not killing prisoners of war, only cutting grass and roots.
In Chu Cha's heart, perhaps what remains is the old He Lianzheng, a magnanimous and tolerant young man who shoots and hunts together, and will leave the best prey to his brothers.
But that premise is - still brothers.
In fact, as early as last night, when the concubine, mother and son exposed each other's ugliness across the river, and everyone listened with great interest, these people were already doomed not to survive.
The privacy and dignity of the prairie court must be defended with blood and life.
Only dead people will not spread rumors.
"Huzhuo's twelve tribes, there are only eleven left." He Lianzheng raised his head, as if muttering to himself, "Who will be the next tribe to be erased?"
"Son!" Liu Mudan came running dripping wet, without even looking at the scattered corpses on the ground, "Don't kill Ke Lie, he looks pretty good..."
He Lianzheng pushed his obsessed old lady away, Liu Mudan staggered back a few steps, and was supported by Feng Zhiwei.
"Who are you?" Liu Mudan, who was about to make a fuss, turned her head and saw Feng Zhiwei, tilted her head, looked Feng Zhiwei up and down with a glance that could see through your cup and hip circumference for a long time, suddenly realized, and said, " You can’t be the Princess Yingying who ordered the marriage from the imperial court, right? My God! Why are you so malnourished? Ji Gou’er won’t be as ignorant of temperance as his father, and will use you every night, right? ?”
"Liu Mudan!" He Lianzheng yelled angrily, "Go away!"
"You just get out!" Liu Mudan strode to sit in front of the tent, pointed to her nose, and said, "I am training your wives and concubines, my concubine, what is your man talking about? You." She hooked Feng Zhiwei. He hooked his fingers, "Why don't you come and kowtow to your mother-in-law?"
The "mother-in-law" sits high on the throne, dressed in colorful clothes, with a solemn posture, and calls the slaves to come.
Uh, it’s actually Ms. Liu Mudan, squatting on a piece of bluestone that presses the tent, wearing a leather gown with a slanted edge on the right lap that was stained with mud and grass pulp, red on the top and green on the bottom, and a yellow belt. The color matching is thought-provoking. Pointing fingers, motioning to the princess, this generation of Princess Shunyi came forward to kowtow.
After saying this, at least ten people wanted to come over and stuff her under that rock.