The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 1012 Chapter 1012: Fighting Northern Xinjiang (forty-eight)

"Today, I will teach you a sentence-the winner is the king, the loser is the pirate!"

Jiang Yanji's horsewhip was rolled in his hands, leaving a red mark against the other's face.

The seven prince pouted and drooled, sipped a spit of blood at Jiang Yanji, but the latter had long noticed that he hadn't sprayed anyone.

He breathed heavily and said, "Let's stop talking nonsense-you also said that the king was defeated-those people, huh, oh, they deserve it! Don't say that the three ethnic groups in northern Xinjiang, even if you are self-righteous, what Have you ever treated your captives better? Give yourself less gold. "

In this age of cold weapons, captives cannot be called humans at all, and they are not worthy of human treatment, at best they are only loot. The winner has the right to dispose of his spoils. This is the eternal law of the past, and the Seven Princes will not regret or be ashamed.

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

The men's killing, in order to satisfy their urge to bloodthirsty violence.

The women are raped, and use their bodies and wailing to beg their inner desires.

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

Jiang Yanji smiled without anger, she asked, "According to your logic, I slaughtered the northern Xinjiang barbarians, is that justified?"

Although questioning, Jiang Yanji used a very decisive statement tone, word by word filled with frightening killing.

The seven princes trembled, his pale complexion turned to iron blue.

"You're not a willow thief, can you count that?"

Don't look at Seven Princes talking righteously, but he is also a standard double standard. When North Xinjiang triumphs, they can slaughter, plunder, and humiliate the enemy, but they are defeated by the enemy, but they cannot stand the enemy to treat them like this.

Jiang Yanji said, "What I say is naturally countable."

The seventh prince froze for a moment, a terrible idea penetrated into his brain, and his increasingly confused consciousness was brought back instantly.

"You-you are-"

At that moment, the Seven Princes had the illusion of aphasia.

If he remembered it right, the teenager in front of him would kill the three members of the Northern Territory. He ... no, how could she be a thief?

"Liu Yan?" The seven princes exclaimed, panting on the horse's back and panting, "how could you be Liu Yan?"

Jiang Yanji raised his hand and drew his ear with his little thumb, and snorted.

"What's so surprised? Haven't you seen the hero of the final match?"

The seven princes couldn't say anything with her words, and her heart was green with remorse.

If she had known that she was Liu Yan, they would have killed her even if she tried every means.

The seven princes forgot, and their acting lord ordered to let off the cold arrow. What happened?

As a result, even Jiang Yanji did not hurt a cold hair.

No shame!

The seventh prince thought coldly of the conversation between the two, and was surrounded by shouts and shocks, giving him great psychological pressure.

"The Han Dynasty in Central Plains believes in Confucianism and Taoism. You really dare to take the world by storm, and slaughter northern Xinjiang?"

The Seven Princes stared at Jiang Yanji.

Artificial knife, I am fish.

The balance on the battlefield tilted to Jiang Yanji's side, and nearly half of the northern territory fell into the opponent's pocket. The Seven Princes couldn't hold their lips.

Hearing the other side, Jiang Yanji laughed.

"I understand what is said. Morality restricts gentlemen. They can't restrain villains. You can slaughter Shangyu innocent people recklessly, but we can't. We have to be kind to you, right?" Jiang Yanji raised his hand and held the prince's jaw With a little hardening, he felt that Jiang Yanji's hands were like iron tongs, almost crushing his mandible. "Well, your face is really big."

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

Jiang Yanji smiled. "Rest assured, I will not slaughter northern Xinjiang, but from now on, I will make northern Xinjiang history."

Her eyes flickered with cold mang, and the Seven Princes felt a little stunned, with a somewhat unpredictable premonition.

"What do you mean?"

The seventh prince was short of breath, and his pale **** cheeks became abnormally flushed.

"People with blood from the North Xinjiang don't speak barbarism, don't know barbarians, and even forget where their ancestors came from-should this be considered a genocide?" Jiang Yanji smiled like a flower, sitting fiercely in the eyes of the Seven Princes. Like a Rakshasa ghost, "Unfortunately you can't see it."

The seven princes were so angry that their blood rushed into the brain, and they suddenly passed out.

Jiang Yanji disdain cold, carried the machete to the white horse's back, and pulled a rein.

"Little white-go!"

The northern Xinjiang Wan cavalry was restrained by the left and right wings of Army Jiang Jiji and could not return to defense.

The main force was raged by three thousand heavy cavalry, the soldiers mourned for a long time, and the army formation was chaotic.

Seeing this, Fu Wang decisively ordered the whole army to attack!

The Chinese army followed the heavy cavalry and rushed towards the enemy's main force, harvesting the enemy's head.

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

The situation swiftly turned, and the six princes looked at the situation on the battlefield, their eyes covered with bloodshot.

The northern cavalry is unfavorable, how could it fail?

How can the enemy's 3,000 cavalry force them to retreat more than 100,000 troops?

How could the six princes fail to accept such a failure, but the reality gave him a slap--

The northern cavalry was not invincible, they kicked the iron plate.

"Who dares to step back, let alone kill--"

The Six Prince drew his sword and killed several soldiers fleeing backwards, trying to stabilize the army.

But it's all late--

As soon as the three thousand heavy cavalry came up, they rammed in a crushing posture, killing the northern Xinjiang people and turning them over, giving them great pressure on their hearts. Before the heavy cavalry was exhausted, Fu Wang led the army straight forward, not only supporting the heavy cavalry who was about to run out, but also taking the "baton" from them, further oppressing the warfare in northern Xinjiang and completely destroying their courage—

The northern army's momentum was already sluggish, and it couldn't be beaten now.

"Acting King-withdraw-"

The northern Xinjiang general guarded the six princes, and his resolute face showed rare fragility, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Withdraw now, we still have a chance--"

The war intentions have been exhausted. If northern Xinjiang does not withdraw, the losses will only increase.

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

The six princes reluctantly clenched their teeth. If they were torn off now, wouldn't the Liu thief pursue?

"Withdraw—withdraw into King City, it will be too late if you don't—"

At this time, an armored and scarlet prince came on horseback, his eyes filled with tiredness.

The six princes clenched their fists angrily, squeezing a word—

"withdraw!"

What if you are not willing?

He didn't want to account for his life here.

The three princes kept up with the pace of the great prince. He had just fought a few moments and had several wounds on his body.

"Withdraw now?"

The prince shouted, "Boss, if you don't withdraw, you have no chance to leave--"

The three princes opened their eyes wide, and their brown pupils were filled with sadness, and they seemed to shed tears.

"Now withdrawn, what about our cavalry!"

→ _ → You are too fierce, next time you want to focus on shiitake mushrooms, repeating the speech is not counted, let ’s do it today.

(End of this chapter)