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

Jiang Pengji's horsewhip was rolled in her hand, against the other party's face, leaving a red mark.

The seventh prince pursed his lips and snorted, and took a mouthful of blood foam at Jiang Pengji, but the latter had already noticed that he didn't spray anyone.

He breathed heavily and said, "Don't talk nonsense - you also said that you are the king and the loser - those people, hehe, they deserve to die! Don't say that our three tribes in northern Xinjiang, even you who claim to be benevolent and righteous, have treated prisoners well? ”

In this age of cold weapons, captives cannot be called human at all, and they do not deserve to be treated as human beings, at best they are just trophies. The winner has the right to dispose of his spoils, an eternal iron law, and the Seven Princes will not repent or be ashamed of it.

Because Beijiang won, they have the right to dispose of the people of Shangyu Sancheng.

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

The women have committed adultery, and they use their bodies and crying and begging to satisfy their inner desires.

This is the right of the winner, what face does the loser have to fight for his rights and treatment?

Jiang Pengji didn't laugh angrily, she asked rhetorically, "According to your logic, I slaughtered the barbarians in Northern Xinjiang, which is also justified?"

Although it was a question, Jiang Pengji used a very firm statement tone, and every word was full of terrifying killing intent.

The Seventh Prince shuddered, and his pale face turned iron-blue.

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

Don't look at the Seventh Prince's words, but he is also a standard double standard. When the northern frontier is victorious, they can slaughter, plunder, and humiliate the enemy at will, but they are defeated at the hands of the enemy, and they cannot bear the enemy treating them like this.

Jiang Pengji said, "What I say naturally counts." ”

The Seventh Prince was stunned for a moment, and a terrible thought invaded his brain, causing his increasingly confused consciousness to converge in an instant.

"Y-you-your-"

At that moment, the Seventh Prince had the illusion of speechlessness.

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

"Liu Xi?" the Seventh Prince exclaimed, lying on his horseback and gasping for breath, "How can you be Liu Xi?"

Jiang Pengji raised her hand and plucked her ear with her little thumb and snorted.

"Why are you so surprised? I haven't seen the lord who has personally ended up fighting?"

The seventh prince was so choked by her words that he couldn't speak, and his intestines were so blue with remorse in his heart.

If they had known that she was Liu Xi, they would have killed her even if they used all kinds of means.

The Seventh Prince forgot, their acting king also ordered the cold arrow to be spared, what was the result?

As a result, even Jiang Pengji's cold hair was not hurt.

Shame on you!

The seventh prince recalled the conversation between the two of them in a cold sweat, and there were killing shouts around him, which gave him great psychological pressure.

"The Han family in the Central Plains believes in Confucianism and Taoism, and claims to be benevolent, do you really dare to risk the world's condemnation and slaughter the northern frontier?"

The seventh prince stared at Jiang Pengji.

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

The balance of the battlefield tilted to Jiang Pengji's side, and nearly half of the territory in the northern frontier also fell into the pocket of the other party, and the seventh prince really couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Hearing what the other party said, Jiang Pengji smiled.

"I kind of understand a sentence, morality restricts gentlemen, not villains. You can slaughter the innocent people of Shangyu with impunity, but we can't, we have to treat you well, right?" Jiang Pengji raised his hand and pinched the jaw of the seventh prince, and with a little force, he felt that Jiang Pengji's hand was like an iron tong, almost crushing his mandible, "Tsk, your face is really big." ”

The Seventh Prince burst into tears in pain, and more fresh, sticky blood burst out from the wound.

Jiang Pengji smiled, "Don't worry, I won't slaughter Northern Xinjiang, but from now on, I will make Northern Xinjiang history." ”

There was a cold glint in her eyes, and the seventh prince felt a sigh in his heart, with a faint ominous premonition.

"What do you mean?"

The Seventh Prince was breathing heavily, and his pale and blood-lost cheeks were stained with abnormal flushing.

"When the people with the blood of Northern Xinjiang don't speak barbarian language, don't know barbarian language, and even forget where their ancestors came from—this should be regarded as extermination, right?" Jiang Pengji smiled like a flower, but in the eyes of the seventh prince, she was as fierce as a rakshasa ghost, "It's a pity that you can't see it." ”

The seventh prince was so angry that blood rushed to his brain, and he fainted in anger.

Jiang Pengji sneered disdainfully, jumped on Xiaobai's horse with a machete, and pulled the reins.

"Xiaobai—go!"

More than 10,000 cavalry in northern Xinjiang were pinned down by the left and right flanks of Jiang Pengji's army and could not return to defense.

The main elite was rushed into chaos by 3,000 heavy cavalry, the soldiers wailed and the formation of the army was chaotic.

Seeing this, Fu Wang decisively ordered - the whole army attacked!

The elite of the Chinese army followed behind the heavy cavalry and rushed towards the enemy's main force, harvesting the enemy's heads.

"Kill—who told you to hide—"

The situation came down in an instant, and the sixth prince looked at the battlefield situation, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger.

The cavalry of the northern frontier is invincible, how can it fail?

How can the enemy force back more than 100,000 troops with only 3,000 heavy cavalry?

The sixth prince couldn't accept such a failure, but reality slapped him hard -

The cavalry of the Northern Frontier was not invincible, and they kicked to the iron plate.

"Whoever dares to take a step back, shoot and kill—"

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

However, it was too late -

As soon as the 3,000 heavy cavalry came up, they rampaged with a crushing attitude, killing the people of northern Xinjiang on their backs, giving them great psychological oppression. Before the heavy cavalry was exhausted, Fu Wang led the army to rush over, not only supporting the heavy cavalry that was about to be exhausted, but also taking over the "baton" from them, further suppressing the fighting spirit of the northern frontier and completely killing their courage -

The momentum of the Northern Xinjiang army is already sluggish, and it will not be able to fight at this time.

"Acting King—Withdraw—"

The generals of Northern Xinjiang protected the six princes, their resolute faces showed rare fragility, and their eyes were bloodshot.

"Now withdrawn, we still have a chance-"

The fighting spirit has been exhausted, and if the northern frontier is not withdrawn, the losses will only get bigger and bigger.

At this time, the main general should decisively withdraw the stop loss.

The sixth prince gritted his teeth unwillingly, if it was pulled at this time, wouldn't the willow thief take advantage of the victory to pursue?

"Withdraw—retreat into the royal city, if you don't withdraw, it'll be too late—"

At this time, the eldest prince, dressed in armor and covered in scarlet, arrived on horseback, and his eyes were full of tiredness.

The sixth prince clenched his fists angrily, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word-

"Withdraw!"

What if you are unwilling?

He didn't want to give his life here.

The third prince followed the pace of the eldest prince, he had a fierce battle just now, and there were several wounds on his body, and he was full of blood.

"Withdraw now?"

The eldest prince roared, "Third brother, if you don't withdraw, you won't have a chance to leave-"

The third prince's eyes widened, and his brown pupils were full of sadness, as if he was about to shed tears.

"Now withdraw, what will happen to our cavalry!"