Chapter 1010

The seventh prince said sadly, "we were caught by Liu thieves... Now we have become her prisoners..."

He was seriously injured, and the arrow wounds on his shoulder were all filthy. If he didn't deal with them properly, he might get pus and rot.

The eighth Prince's heart clicked and didn't seem to believe this reality.

"We were caught?"

He is not an innocent man. He will fall into the hands of the enemy and his fate can be imagined.

The seventh Prince nodded heavily, "well."

"In that case..." the eighth Prince hurriedly asked, "is there anything moving in the imperial court?"

He and the seven princes are the princes of the imperial court, representing the face and dignity of the imperial court in Northern Xinjiang. If they are humiliated, the imperial court will have no face.

The imperial court could not allow the enemy to humiliate them. It would certainly send someone to negotiate with Liu thief and negotiate terms to exchange them.

The seventh Prince knew what the eighth prince was thinking. After a long time, he slowly shook his head and rejected each other's expectations. He said sadly, "Liu thief hasn't seen us yet. The imperial court is controlled by the sixth. He wants us to die soon. How can he send someone to redeem us?"

The seventh Prince has always supported the eighth Prince for free, and the eighth Prince is still a strong competitor for acting king.

The two are the big trouble of the sixth prince. How can the latter give up his interests in exchange for the two?

Unexpectedly, the imperial court has blown the pot.

The sixth prince had not slept for two days. For fear that he would close his eyes, the enemy broke through the king's city and entered the imperial court.

After a long sleep, his nerves were extremely fragile, and the ministers at the bottom were still chirping, which made his brain AChE.

"Quarrel - apart from quarrel, can anyone help you share your worries?"

The sixth Prince's mood erupted, and his angry voice made the ministers quiet for a moment.

"You! You stand up and say!" The sixth Prince casually pointed to a minister, "if you can't tell the ugly Yin Mao, you'll die!"

The ministers were as quiet as a chicken. No one dared to be such a leading bird.

Only the father-in-law of the sixth Prince dares to stand up. He is the main war faction. Only Miao hakyi died in the battle. He wants to avenge his son.

The sixth Prince felt guilty in the face of his father-in-law, so he reluctantly restrained his manic mood and listened to each other patiently.

My father-in-law says that there is only one core - war!

As for the strategic layout, I haven't mentioned a word. A living reckless man has only muscles in his mind.

War?

With what?

Hit the head with the willow thief?

They have been blocked into the king's city by Liu thieves. They are like Wannian bastards. Their morale is extremely low and they can't fight at all.

The sixth Prince resisted the urge to spit blood in his heart. On the surface, he had to stabilize his father-in-law. Now he had to rely on his father-in-law.

"Report to Dai Wang, an arrow was shot outside the city, with a letter from Liu thief on it."

The sixth prince was so excited that he hurriedly said, "read it quickly and see what it says."

Few of the northern Xinjiang ministers knew the Han characters. Finally, they could only pass the letter to the third prince for him to read on his behalf.

When the third prince opened the letter, his face was as gloomy as ink, and his throat seemed to choke. He couldn't read a word.

"Old three - even you have to disobey the order of King Gu?"

The sixth Prince's anger was high, and his anger made him short of breath, his chest heaved violently, and his breath was like a cow.

The third prince was stunned and read out the above content with difficulty.

Prince seven and Prince eight have become prisoners of Liu thieves. If the northern Xinjiang imperial court wants to redeem them, it must open the city to surrender - Kaicheng's surrender is not over, and the imperial court will become prisoners - if she agrees to this condition, she will only clean up the imperial court and not hurt other nobles.

This is Jiang Pengji's ultimatum. If Northern Xinjiang doesn't know good or bad, don't blame her ruthlessness.

"Roll - all roll alone -" the sixth prince was out of control. He got up directly from the throne, rushed to the third prince, grabbed the letter in his hand, and tore it into pieces in two or three times. "Who does she think she is? How dare she threaten so!"

Northern Xinjiang imperial court is the most noble race in Northern Xinjiang.

According to the genealogical records, they are the descendants of gods believed in in Northern Xinjiang, and their blood is extremely noble.

Don't think that only the aristocratic families in the Central Plains pay attention to blood lineage, and the barbarians in Northern Xinjiang pay more attention to blood lineage.

The northern Xinjiang imperial court is a divine descendant. They were born to control the earth creatures. Do ordinary people still want to control their life and death?

absurd!

However, God descent or something, to put it bluntly, is to stick gold on your face.

If not, how can the imperial court press other families in Northern Xinjiang to become imperial families?

The third prince looked at the mad and angry appearance of the sixth Prince and asked coldly, "if not, what about the seventh and eighth?"

The sixth Prince angrily pulled out his waist dagger and said to the third prince, "Gu is the acting king. You are just ministers. Instead of solving problems for Gu, you ask Gu what to do? Waste - all waste - what's the use of Gu asking you waste?"

The three princes looked at each other coldly. He knew that the brother was going crazy.

The court was in chaos, and everyone was noisy and had no idea.

The next day, a mobile arrow tower was pushed hundreds of steps away from the King City, with two people hanging on it.

Impressively, they are half dead seven princes and eight princes.

They had two long strips around their necks with a few wild characters written on them.

A long strip reads -- [when the two princes were killed]

Another long piece reads -- [the day when our army broke the city, you and other owls]

Liu's clan emblem is also painted at the end, which is arrogant and arrogant.

Although the guards on the wall of the King City could not understand Chinese characters, their intuition was not good. They quickly sent the news back to the imperial court.

The sixth prince sat in his place, his face was too dark to see, and the quarrelling courtiers under the tent could not make him come back.

"On behalf of the king, the old minister is willing to volunteer to fight."

"... instead of being humiliated, it's better to integrate and go out of the city to fight the Liu thief to the death!"

The father-in-law is bent on revenge for his son, which is the only seedling in his line.

Now that his only son is dead, he is equivalent to a broken son and grandchildren. Instead of being humiliated by the enemy alive, he might as well open the city and fight happily.

My father-in-law is willing to fight to the end for the royal family, but other nobles don't want to.

Why die if you can live?

How much is backbone worth?

They don't pay attention to propriety, righteousness, honesty, filial piety and loyalty.

As long as they are alive, they can continue to enjoy glory and wealth, but change their loyal master.

If surrender can save lives, why should they be buried with the royal family?

"Why don't you -- come down --" an old minister said nervously. His voice was not loud, but he attracted everyone's attention. He boldly said, "now the willow thieves are at the height of the sun. It's sooner or later to destroy the city. It's better to take advantage of it than increase casualties."

Before he finished, a white light flashed in the air, his neck was cold, and hot blood splashed on the ground.

The third prince took back the scabbard of the knife, looked gloomy and said, "you will fall before the war. Are you still a clanking man in Northern Xinjiang?"

If master Wu Liba was still there, he would fight to the end. How could he think of kowtowing to the enemy?