"Aw..." Tens of thousands of knights bowed their heads at the scolding, and countless people burst into tears. The men of the prairie are all soldiers, and most of the soldiers who died in the Golden Lion Camp on the Vietnam War were their fathers and brothers.
"Cry for me! Cry hard! How many tears you shed today, how much blood will be shed by Hongjile Jinpeng and all those beasts who betrayed us tomorrow!" , with a wave of his hand.
A sack was thrown heavily in front of the army, the sack was not tied, and countless bloody ears rolled out.
"Just last night, the Paixiu Department colluded with the Jinpeng Department to create chaos, trying to coerce the concubine to assassinate the king." He Lianzheng said coldly, "I have already sent their whole family to see Changshengtian."
The whole family!
The soldiers opened their mouths wide, tears streaming down their mouths.
Strictly speaking, the twelve tribes of Huzhuo belong to the same ancestor. Although they have been intermarried and lived together for many generations, they have already separated into countless branches, but there has always been such a customary rule in the grassland. Surnames, leaving seeds to pass on from generation to generation.
Thirty years ago, King Kuku conquered the northern and southern grasslands and merged the twelve tribes of Huzhuo. He once killed the most rebellious Jinpeng tribe to the point of bloodshed, but he also left behind Hongjile Jinpeng, who was only ten years old at that time.
Thirty years later, Hongjile Jinpeng betrayed, four thousand soldiers of Inerji lineage died on the Dai Viet battlefield, King Kuku was killed, but Hongjile Jinpeng did not dare to exterminate the Yinerji family immediately.
Unexpectedly, what the old king Kuku and Hongjile Jinpeng didn't dare to do, but this new king who always loves to laugh, did it first.
"All sins must be washed away with blood, Yinerji does not accept any betrayal." He Lianzheng said solemnly, "The Pixiu Department is only the first one, I don't care if there is a second one, whoever touches me , whose clan shall I destroy..." He suddenly raised his arms and roared, "Hongjile Jinpeng, wait until I fuck your mother!"
"Hongjile Jinpeng, wait for me to fuck your mother!" Tens of thousands of people roared in unison, and the mighty roar swept across the grassland like a storm, like a sudden whirlwind, startling the goshawks resting on the distant stone mountain, dumb and dumb Shout, bumping headlong into the blue sky!
Take them with breath, provoke them with pain, humiliate them with words, shock them with family annihilation.
Forced out the long-hidden grief, indignation and iron-blooded spirit from the depths of these bewildered knights.
"Crack!"
The resonant long knife was raised obliquely, the light of the knife forced back the bright sunlight, the horses collided, and the iron armor clanged, tens of thousands of people dismounted like a sound, the long knife was clasped horizontally in the palm of their hands, and they fell to the ground with a loud noise.
"king!"
Just one sound.
A huge red sun suddenly jumped out from beyond the horizon, shining for thousands of miles in an instant, scorching and burning.
In the ten thousand zhang light, He Lianzheng's clothes fluttered, as dignified as a mountain.
In the vast light, the last trace of worry in Peony Hua'er's eyes faded away, she let out a long breath, and showed a proud smile that was really brighter than Peony Hua'er.
"Hongjile Jinpeng is still very scheming." Wang Jun led the way and galloped towards Wangting, Feng Zhiwei said to He Lianzheng immediately, "From the moment you entered the territory of Huzhuo Twelve Departments, they The offensive started, first use the concubine to force you to cross the river, even if you cross the river safely, there are still warriors from the Pixiu and Jinpeng tribes waiting to kill you, even if they can't kill you, you should be very embarrassed and suffer a lot At this time, Wang Jun is coming to welcome you. Whether you are such a embarrassed king, whether you will be recognized by the unruly Wang Jun is a problem. You must know that although Wang Jun is considered to be a member of the Golden Lion Clan, many of them belong to the White Deer A branch of Blue Bird Firefox, if you are not careful, you may stay on the other side forever."
"Yes." He Lianzheng admitted very readily, "The winner of the grassland is the king, there are no certain rules, not to mention the Wang Ting, I heard that my cousins from far and near are also fighting fiercely, and each has their own strengths. If I can't subdue my own power, Wang Jun, then I won't even be able to leave the territory of the Pixiu Department."
"Even if you are subdued now, in the future series of battles, if you can't satisfy them all the time, I don't think so." Feng Zhi smiled slightly, holding a grass root in his mouth, slowly chewing the slightly bitter taste.
"I am nothing better than others." He Lianzheng said very modestly and proudly, "My only strength is that the empress supports me."
Feng Zhiwei was startled, in the grassland, women have no status after all, peonies, do they have such an important role
"This crazy woman is the son of heaven. According to Living Buddha Dama, she is the patron saint of our grassland." He Lianzheng said angrily and amusedly, "Hey! Patron saint! But trumpet flowers do have her strengths. Back then My father picked her up on the battlefield, but in the end it was she who saved his life, carried him out of the battlefield, and walked out alive with the king's tent guards. Only then did the golden lion flourish later, so The trumpet flower is in the grassland, and it is indeed a well-deserved queen mother."
"Thanks for your hard life." Feng Zhiwei joked, "Otherwise, any younger brother who survived would be favored by Peony Huaer, and maybe the situation would be different."
The people around him fell silent suddenly, Feng Zhiwei turned her head in astonishment, and saw He Lianzheng's lips tightly pursed, with a faint purple light in his eyes, shining with a strange brilliance.
"No... Actually..." He said slowly for a long time.
"Report!"
A report interrupted his words, and although the galloping knight looked calm, his tone was slightly panicked.
"Hongjile Jinpeng summoned twelve masters today to set up the Huzhuo Jinmeng by the Binggu River!"
He Lianzheng's complexion was iron, and the first sentence was to ask, "Have all the adults gone?"
"The two adults of White Deer and Blue Bird did not go, and still guarded the royal court."
He Lianzheng looked slightly relaxed and nodded.
"The Firefox department... has gone." The soldier whispered, "The Golden Lion department... has also gone."
He Lianzheng's expression changed drastically, "Who did it go to?"
"Kulchain Erji."
He Lianzheng was silent for a while, then waved his hand to signal him to go down.
He looked dignified and remained silent, Feng Zhiwei didn't bother him, but only motioned Zong Chen to move his people closer.
"The Huzhuo Jinmeng is an alliance in the past, when the power of the clan guarding the king's court is not enough to rule the grassland, the rest of the tribes can propose and convene with the consent of more than half of the adults of the twelve tribes if they have enough strength. This kind of alliance is generally to re-determine the lord of the grassland, divide the forces again, and... expel the original king." After a while, He Lianzheng explained to her.