Anti Qing

Chapter 19 Bad Habits
Lifting the curtain, Li Zijing first observed the environment inside the tent.

The tent is very spacious, enough to accommodate more than a dozen people at the same time. Li Zijing's expression changed from leisure to shock gradually by the faint light of the lantern.

Then, the pupils shrank suddenly.

A black arrow jacket with a waist, a set of padded armor, a green skirt, blue trousers and other clothes were thrown aside in a mess.

A woman's hands and feet were firmly held down by two Shun soldiers in thin arrow clothes, and a Shun soldier in front of her was slapping her.

The faint weeping that was heard just now has now turned into a numb murmur.

The woman bit her lip tightly, unwilling to make any more noises, almost bleeding from the bite, her eyes like dead fish did not show any hope because of Li Zijing's sudden intrusion.

A slightly fishy north wind blew into the tent from the battlefield outside Pingchuan at Jindou Pass. The soldier of the Shun army who was riding on the woman suddenly focused his attention and turned his head slowly.

"who?"

After watching intently for a while, the panic on the face of the Shun Army soldier gradually dissipated, because Li Zijing's attire was the same as that of ordinary old soldiers.

Since he is not an officer, naturally there is no need to be afraid.

The Shun soldier snorted coldly with disdain, and turned around.

"I snatched her from the capital with blood and sweat, and brought her back to my hometown to give birth to a son. If you want her, go back and snatch her!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, and Liu Fangliang rushed over and opened the curtain, but he was also stunned and speechless for a while.

"stop!"

With a shout, the three Shun soldiers turned around immediately.

Seeing that it was Liu Fangliang who came, they all turned pale with shock, and the veteran soldier even raised his trousers and walked forward a few steps.

"This girl was obtained by your subordinates who followed His Majesty into the capital. What is the general doing?"

Liu Fangliang's eyes moved slightly, remembering that Emperor Yongchang did not expressly prohibit soldiers from coercing civilians into the camp, then sighed and said coldly.

"Be more restrained, and you will have to fight again in a few days. It is not easy to fight with all your strength."

Na Shunjun's old man's face was full of panic, and he smiled.

"Don't worry, General Zhi, after a few days of fighting, your subordinates will definitely take the lead!"

Liu Fangliang turned sideways, deliberately looked away from the woman's disheveled body, and said lightly.

"This is the third younger brother of His Majesty, appointed by His Majesty himself as the head of your department."

Na Shunjun's boss and the two ordinary soldiers' eyes lit up, and then they looked at Li Zijing who was beside him.

"Subordinates have met the head of the department!"

"How dare I want a subordinate like you?"

Li Zijing sneered, ignored them, went in and squatted down, picked up the dress from the ground and covered the woman.

Li Zijing's attitude is very puzzling.

The three soldiers of the Shun Army stared at the new head of the department, and the flattering expression on the old soldier's face was stagnant.

Seeing that the woman hadn't moved for a while, Li Zijing stretched out his hand to test her breath, but found that she died at some point.

The woman's eyes were wide open, and she stared straight in front of her. Li Zijing felt a chill in her heart when she stared at her with unrepentant eyes.

He stretched out his hand and slowly closed the woman's eyes. Li Zijing closed his eyes, panting heavily, his voice trembling slightly.

"Does the head of the department have the right to control his subordinates?"

"Still, I have to go back to the General Military Mansion to ask about this matter."

Liu Fangliang's face was slightly wrinkled, he realized something, pondered for a while, and then nodded slowly.

"I can rest assured that."

Li Zijing stood up, with a murderous intent in his tone that had never appeared before.

The three soldiers of the Shun Army were frightened by this sudden situation, as if they had received an electric shock, and fell into a half-foolish state.

Li Zijing stepped forward, kicked suddenly, with all his strength, he kicked the old soldier to the ground unexpectedly.

The old soldier was kicked all over the place, and he didn't care what the little Chuang Wang was, so he stood up and clenched his fists and approached him, wanting to ask for an explanation.

The veteran soldiers have been with the battalion for many years, and have survived many fierce battles from the camp to Dashun, and they have always been the backbone of the team.

From Gao Yingxiang, the first Chuang Wang, to Li Zicheng, the current emperor of Yongchang, they all regard the old version as the top priority, and have never treated them so lightly.

A department head who had just arrived, treated his subordinates so harshly, the veteran soldier was shocked but dissatisfied.

"I also ask Xiao Chuang Wang to explain what my subordinates did wrong!"

"Otherwise, even if the subordinate finds General Quan, he should ask him clearly!"

Li Zijing is not a saint, and the city is not deep. It is really impossible to watch a woman being bullied to death in front of her eyes and remain indifferent.

Such a person is not qualified to be called a rebel at all!
"Tied up!"

With an order, the remaining two Dashun soldiers looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes flickered and they were indifferent.

"haha okay."

Li Zijing didn't say anything more, and suddenly pulled out the Yanling Saber from his waist.

The two Dashun soldiers did not expect such a thing to happen. When they disobeyed the order, they were beating drums in their hearts and fighting fiercely.

"I'll just say it one last time, tied up."

The Yanling knife was slowly placed on the shoulder of a Dashun soldier. The blood stains from the Qing army still could not hide the cold light of the blade.

Li Zijing's icy and bone-chilling voice suddenly reached his ears, and the Dashun soldiers who were held by the knife trembled all over, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Even another Dashun soldier felt the killing intent coming towards his face, goosebumps formed all over his body, and his uneasy heart was beating violently.

"Subordinate."

"Subordinates obey!"

The two of them had no doubts, as long as they hesitated for a moment, the sharp blade would easily cut through their necks.

Driven by fear, the not-so-firm will in the hearts of the two of them shattered in an instant, and they tremblingly held down the veteran soldier.

"Call the parts, I have something to say."

Seeing that the veteran soldier was tied tightly, Li Zijing put away the knife and looked behind him.

"Contain the body and find a place to bury it inside the pass."

This time, the two Dashun soldiers did not hesitate for a moment, and almost subconsciously responded with one voice.

Came outside the camp and looked at the empty camp.

The rage in Li Zijing's heart gradually dissipated, and he stood on the high platform and said quietly.

"Borrow the veteran soldiers from the general's left battalion."

After a while, Liu Fangliang, who was full of shock, came to his senses, turned around and nodded to the Zuoying old man he had brought.

These few old soldiers from the left battalion had all fought the battle last night, not only respected Li Zijing, but also had nothing to say about Liu Fangliang.

Several people set off immediately, strode into several nearby tents, and there was a burst of jumping.

Not long after, a few veteran soldiers walked out of the tent sleepily, feeling the cold wind, and immediately turned around to pay the bill.

Seeing several old soldiers from Zuoying standing solemnly, he gave up.

Even when they came to wait under the stage, they all stood crookedly, talking in various local dialects, and their faces were dissatisfied.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck Guancheng, illuminating the former battalion's camp in an instant.

The rumbling thunder, more like the sound of drums, accompanied by the rushing rain, made people uneasy.

The big black banner fluttered with the wind, and Li Zijing, wearing a tunic with arrows covered in scars, stood on the stage with a blank expression on his knife.

Looking at more than 100 people in the audience, Li Zijing shook his head slowly.

"If it hasn't come out yet, don't call it anymore."

(End of this chapter)