Chapter 1007

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

Jiang Pengji's whip was rolled in her hand, against each other's face, leaving a red mark.

The seventh Prince sipped his mouth and sipped blood foam at Jiang Pengji. However, the latter had noticed that he didn't spray anyone.

He breathed heavily and said, "don't talk nonsense - you also said that you have become a king and defeated an enemy - those people deserve to die! Don't say when the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang, even you people who boast of benevolence and righteousness, have been kind to prisoners? Don't give yourself gold on your face."

In this age of cold weapons, prisoners can't be called human at all, and they don't deserve human treatment. At best, they are just booty. The winner has the right to dispose of his booty, which is an eternal iron law. The seven princes will not repent or be ashamed of it.

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

The men were killed to satisfy their bloodthirsty and violent impulse.

The women raped and satisfied their inner desires with their bodies and crying and begging.

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

Jiang Pengji didn't get angry but smiled. She asked, "according to your logic, I'll kill the barbarians in Northern Xinjiang. It's also justifiable?"

Although it was a question, Jiang Pengji used a very firm tone of statement, full of frightening killing intention word by word.

The seven princes trembled, and their pale face turned iron blue.

"You're not a thief. You can count on that?"

Although the seven princes speak justly, he is also a standard double standard. When Northern Xinjiang won, they could slaughter, plunder and humiliate the enemy wantonly, but they were defeated by the enemy, but they could not bear the enemy's treatment of them.

Jiang Pengji said, "what I say naturally counts."

The seventh prince was stunned. A terrible idea invaded his brain and made his more and more confused consciousness come together in an instant.

"You -- you are --"

At that moment, the seven princes had the illusion of aphasia.

If he remembers correctly, the young general in front of him will kill three generals in Northern Xinjiang in a row. He... No, how can she be a Liu thief?

"Liu Xi?" The seven princes lost their voice and shouted, lying on the horse's back and panting, "how can you be Liu Xi?"

Jiang Pengji raised her hand, took out her ears with her little thumb and tutted.

"Why are you so surprised? Haven't you seen the Lord who came down in person?"

The seventh Prince choked so hard that he couldn't speak, and his heart was so regretful that his intestines were blue.

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

The seven princes forgot that their acting king also ordered to let go of the cold arrow. What was the result?

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

Lose it or not!

The seven princes recalled their conversation in a cold sweat. They were surrounded by killing and shouting, which gave him great psychological pressure.

"The Han families in the Central Plains believe in Confucianism and Taoism and boast of benevolence and kindness. Do you really dare to risk the universal condemnation and kill all the northern Xinjiang?"

The seven princes stared at Jiang Pengji.

be at sb.'s mercy.

The balance of the battlefield tilted towards Jiang Pengji, and nearly half of the territory of Northern Xinjiang also fell into each other's pockets. The seven princes were really hard spoken.

Jiang Pengji smiled at what the other party said.

"I've come to understand that morality constrains gentlemen, not villains. If you can massacre innocent people in Shangyu unscrupulously, we can't. We have to be kind to you, don't we?" Jiang Pengji raised her hand and pinched the seven Prince's jaw. With a little force, he felt that Jiang Pengji's hand was like a pliers, almost crushing his jaw, "Gee, your face is really big."

The seven princes were so painful that they burst into tears. The wound cracked and burst out more fresh and viscous blood.

Jiang Pengji smiled. "Don't worry, I won't kill Northern Xinjiang, but from then on, I want to make Northern Xinjiang history."

Her eyes flickered cold, and the seven princes had a cluttering in their hearts, with a faint foreboding.

"What do you mean?"

The seven princes were short of breath, and their pale and bleeding cheeks were stained with abnormal flushing.

"When people with the blood of Northern Xinjiang don't speak barbarian language, don't know barbarian literature, and even forget where their ancestors came from - should this be regarded as genocide?" Jiang Pengji's dimple was like a flower, but it was as fierce as a rascal ghost in the eyes of the seven princes, "it's a pity you can't see it."

The seven princes were so angry that their blood rushed straight to their brain that they fainted.

Jiang Pengji disdained cold hiss, jumped onto Xiaobai's horse with a machete and pulled a reins.

"Xiaobai - go!"

More than 10000 cavalry in Northern Xinjiang were restrained by the left and right wings of Jiang Pengji's army and could not return to defense.

The elite of the main force were rushed into a mess by 3000 heavy cavalry, the soldiers howled, and the formation of the army was in a mess.

Fu Wang saw the situation and gave a decisive order - the whole army!

The elite of the Chinese Army rushed towards the enemy's main force behind the heavy cavalry and reaped the enemy's head.

"Kill -- who told you to hide --"

The situation was in a flash. The six princes looked at the battlefield situation and were so angry that their eyes were full of blood.

How can the cavalry in Northern Xinjiang fail?

The enemy has only 3000 heavy cavalry. How can they force back more than 100000 troops?

The sixth prince could not accept such a failure, but the reality gave him a hard slap——

The northern cavalry were not invincible. They kicked the iron plate.

"Whoever dares to step back will be killed -"

The sixth Prince drew his sword and killed several soldiers who fled back, trying to stabilize the morale of the army.

But it's too late——

As soon as the three thousand heavy cavalry came up, they ran headlong with a rolling posture, killing the people of Northern Xinjiang and giving them great psychological oppression. Before the heavy cavalry exhausted, Fuwang led the army to rush over, not only supporting the exhausted heavy cavalry, but also taking over the "baton" from them to further oppress the fighting spirit of Northern Xinjiang and completely destroy their courage——

The momentum of the army in Northern Xinjiang is already low, and it can't be fought now.

"On behalf of the king - leave -"

The northern generals protected the six princes. Their resolute faces showed rare fragility, and their eyes were full of blood.

"Now withdraw, we still have a chance --"

The war spirit has been exhausted. If the northern Xinjiang does not withdraw, the losses will only be greater and greater.

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

The sixth Prince bit his teeth reluctantly. If he pulled it now, wouldn't the Liu thief take advantage of the victory?

"Withdraw - withdraw into the king's city. It's 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 fist angrily and squeezed out a word——

"Withdraw!"

What if you don't want to?

He doesn't want to give his life here.

The third prince followed the big prince closely. He had a fierce battle just now. He had several more wounds and was covered with blood.

"Withdraw now?"

The big prince roared, "old three, if you don't withdraw, you won't have a chance to go -"

The third prince opened his eyes wide, and his brown pupils were full of sadness, as if to shed tears.

"Now withdraw, what about our cavalry!"