Chapter 984

Wu Liba is a wise man in Northern Xinjiang, their backbone.

Once the backbone collapses, what will be the fighting spirit in Northern Xinjiang?

The big prince was cheerful. He said to the third prince, "the flood has receded a lot. If you don't escape at this time, you won't have a chance in the future."

As a prince of Northern Xinjiang, once he becomes a prisoner, he will probably follow the footsteps of the second prince and be killed to sacrifice the flag.

After several months of confrontation, Jiang Pengji showed her ruthlessness and determination in all aspects.

Let alone the prince of Northern Xinjiang, even if the king of Northern Xinjiang is captured, it is estimated to be a dead end.

She is clearly a woman, but the ruthlessness shown in her bones is stronger than many savage men in Northern Xinjiang.

"Nonsense - if Dai Wang continues to live and escapes to the next place to reorganize his troops, there will still be a chance in Northern Xinjiang. If the whole army is buried here, it will not become a sinner in Northern Xinjiang!" Wu Liba was very tired, but in the desperate situation, he felt full of strength.

Even if he was going to die, he would bite a piece of meat from the Liu thief so that she wouldn't succeed easily.

Seeing that the third prince was still hesitating, the big prince was cruel and called someone to tie him away.

Before he left, he looked at Wu Liba with a complicated look.

He also tried to win over Wu Liba, never thought of the other party's bull temper, and was unmoved at all.

"Goodbye -"

He choked out two words, but they knew it and they were dead.

"I'll look at you under the nine springs -" Wu Liba bit his teeth and said, "don't let Northern Xinjiang fall into the hands of the enemy!"

He wanted to let the northern cavalry step on the land of the Central Plains, which was his lifelong wish. He never thought that the Central Plains would swallow the northern Xinjiang.

Hastily finished, Wu Liba let many young and potential generals escape.

Finally, only more than 3000 people were left behind.

Wu Liba thought about countless kinds of his own endings, but he never thought he would be forced to a dead end by the cowards of the Central Plains.

Until dawn, wisps of light through the clouds shine on the earth.

Wu Liba was escorted to Jiang Pengji, along with him and the rest of the survivors.

Jiang Pengji and Wu Liba met only three times.

For the first time, Wu Liba was at the peak of her life and arrogant, but Jiang Pengji was an intermediary.

The second time, Jiang Pengji was a powerful vassal who threatened Northern Xinjiang, but Wu Liba was a messenger who swallowed her anger and asked for peace.

This is the third time——

Jiang Pengji is still a vassal, but the latter is a prisoner.

"Kneel down -"

The soldier raised his feet and kicked his legs, forced Wu Li to pull him down and kneel.

Han families in the Central Plains only kneel to heaven, earth and their parents. Even kings can't bend their knees. They just need to bow.

However, there is no need to pay attention to this when dealing with prisoners, especially those in Northern Xinjiang.

The prisoner doesn't even have his own life. Do you still want to stand upright?

Good idea!

Wu Liba's image was embarrassed. His whole face was covered with blood clots and broken meat, but his eyes still burst out terrible hatred and killing.

Jiang Pengji looked at him and easily judged the identity of the other party.

At the same time, the audience in the live studio are also looking at Wu Liba and guessing his identity.

For a person who only appears in the live studio three times, the vast majority of the audience don't know him.

[Tang clan Holy Spirit cai'er]: who is this guy? He was escorted to the anchor. Should he be a heavyweight in Northern Xinjiang?

[little thief matchless]: he looks familiar, but his face is full of broken meat and blood. I really want to wipe him with a broom.

[good luck]: anchor, are you going to recruit?

Zhaoan?

impossible.

Jiang Pengji didn't mean that, and Wu Liba wouldn't accept the humiliation.

"What are you doing to send this man to me?".

Jiang Pengji looked at Wu Liba at the bottom of her eyes, and her eyes were calm.

Instead of pretending to greet her as Wu Liba expected, she chose to ignore it.

Sun Wen said with a smile, "this man has an extraordinary position in Northern Xinjiang. He can take life or death. It's time to ask the Lord for instructions."

No——

Wu Li pulled out his mind and almost stared out of his eyes, staring at the Confucian man sitting under the main account.

Lane?

The sign gave him a palpitation.

Wu Liba has carefully studied how the nine princes play their supernatural role in private——

The more he studied, the more he felt that Sun Wen had a problem. However, the family disappeared and could not be liquidated.

The man's handwriting is also called Zai Dao, which is also at this age

Wu Li pulled out his face and understood. His eyes were filled with horror.

"It's you -" Wu Li pulled out his teeth. "I'm really blind... I didn't find that you were causing trouble in the dark -"

If there were no civil strife in Northern Xinjiang and the tribes were not divided, Northern Xinjiang would not only take out a poor 180000 army.

Sun Wenyi school calmly said, "I'm flattered."

Wu Liba was affirmed by Sun Wen. He was calm. He fluttered in his direction and opened his mouth to bite.

Sun Wen glanced at him. He didn't even change his face. He was arrogant and contemptuous.

Jiang Pengji said, "you don't have to ask for instructions for this kind of thing? You can't recruit security anyway. It's a waste of time to see it."

If Wu Liba can surrender, unless Jiang Pengji's body is pure Northern Xinjiang blood.

Sun Wen nodded apologetically and said calmly, "although it is so, the minister has the duty of a minister and dare not overstep."

It is impossible for Sun Wen to go beyond the Lord and make decisions.

Wu Liba calmed down for a few minutes and spit in the direction of Jiang Pengji. The audience can see the movement track and appearance of the spit emotionally. Wu Liba said, "demon woman - even if you can win for a while, you can live for a lifetime?"

Jiang Pengji said, "I don't know if I can hold on for a lifetime, but you can't hold on to northern Xinjiang. It's a foregone conclusion."

Wu Liba took another sip of blood foam, and his old face was ferocious.

"I curse you. Even if the country was founded, it will eventually fall into the hands of a foreign surname. Future generations can't die easily!"

Even if it was curse and abuse, Wu Liba also played a trick.

Jiang Pengji is a woman. Since ancient times, no woman has ascended the throne as emperor, let alone fight an empire in person.

For such people, their hard-earned foundation must be left to their future generations, and it is impossible for their foreign names to get involved.

But it happens that she is a woman and will eventually get married. Her husband is a little ambitious, ha ha——

It's not impossible for the royal family to change their surname.

As soon as Wei Ci's face changed, his hand folded in his sleeve clenched hard.

Wei Ci of the previous life did not shrink his edge from the beginning. He made a secret acquaintance with his majesty, and their relationship was a little closer.

At that time, Jiang Chao had just been established and needed manpower. As a comprehensive expert, Wei Ci was highly valued.

He walked steadily to the center of power. When the limelight was in full swing, God warned and dropped the meteorite.

[emperor Bu Chuan I, Huang Fu will replace him]

Who is Huangfu?

When you see this surname, you will think of the famous Prime Minister of the previous dynasty.

How did the prime minister die?

Everyone knows.

People have been dead for hundreds of years. Naturally, they can't come back from the dead. That's his reincarnation.

After carefully examining the eight characters of Wen Wu's birthday in the Manchu Dynasty, Wei Ci was found out.

This is a bureau, but Weici doesn't know how many people are involved and how many people want his life.