Chapter 481: It's over

"Didn't you say that there were nine hundred dead soldiers?"

This sentence was faint, but it seemed to be a thunderclap on the ground, which frightened the surrounding North Korean officials, especially the North Korean officials who knew the situation, on the spot.

Li Rengong, the white mountain monarch who was leading the seat with a respectful expression, was originally a ghost in his heart, and was suddenly drunk by Jiang Feng, and sat on the ground with a butt, Pu Renyong was already sitting opposite Jiang Feng, and after hearing this, he shouted:

"The matter is already lost, let's do it!"

Teng stood up suddenly, holding a short knife in his hand, the Korean emperor sitting in the middle was originally a puppet, he was already stunned when he saw such a scene, he couldn't move there, Jiang Feng didn't even bother to stand up, and a guard behind him shot an arrow with a bow more quickly, so close to the distance there was no reason to miss, Park Renyong just rushed past the table in front of him, and was nailed back by an arrow.

Jiang Feng picked up a glass of wine in front of him, chuckled and said:

"This wine should not be poisoned!"

A Sima in the back said in a low voice:

"Lord Dudu, I have already found someone to try this wine, and there is no problem!"

The palace of the small court of North Korea is not a big place, and now the sound of shouting and killing is loud inside, and Li Rengong's whole body trembles as if he is sifting chaff, but in the end, it is the old treacherous and slippery minister, after a while, he reacted, no matter how huge the sound of shouting and killing outside is, and how fierce the sound of weapons colliding, but there are always no chaotic soldiers around this palace.

Bai Shanjun Li Rengong had tears on his face almost instantly, his face was full of regret, and he knelt down in front of Jiang Feng with great vigor, and cried sincerely:

"Lord Governor, this is all done by this wolf-hearted bastard of Park Renyong, and the villain was also coerced by them, and he has always wanted to tell Lord Governor about this conspiracy and has no chance......"

Looking at Jiang Feng's calm face, he couldn't figure out Jiang Feng's thoughts more and more, Li Rengong was originally the highest official in North Korea, and when he faced a bureaucrat in Huazhou, he still called himself Benjun, which could be regarded as a mutual affection, and at this time he had already raised the title of villain. But seeing that Jiang Feng's expression had not changed, he couldn't care about anything, and just kowtowed there.

The other North Korean officials are stupid there, this is the former pampering, just like raising pigs, these people are sluggish, and a few of them who colluded with Park Renyong have not even had time to react, and when they are about to make a move, they are already behind them are already standing up and murderous Jiang Feng's guards.

Suddenly he was so frightened that he couldn't say anything, the king almost collapsed in his seat, and the only official who made a move was Li Rengong, who was there to "bump" and kowtow, and the room was actually in a strange silence.

Suddenly, there were a few screams at the door, and some people's heads were cut off, perhaps intentionally, blood splattered on the open space in the middle of the banquet, bright red, fishy, these are those Pu Renyong's subordinates, who heard the movement outside and wanted to do it, but they were intercepted by the guards who had been prepared, and they cut off their heads directly by the door.

These screams and the blood splashed in front of them suddenly woke up those high-ranking officials of North Korea, and they all crawled behind Li Rengong and began to kowtow and beg for mercy like him.

The hall was full of Jingshi official words, Jiang Feng thought that he had returned to Daming, and the shouting and killing voices outside were already a lot weaker, these so-called dead soldiers had no blood or brute strength, and compared to the elite of the Jiang family army in terms of combat and killing skills, I don't know how much worse.

After the confrontation and fighting at the beginning, he was slaughtered unilaterally, Jiang Feng didn't pay attention to the kowtow and the crowd begging for mercy in front of him, but picked up the chopsticks on the table and turned over a plate of kimchi in front of him, don't think that such a solemn banquet used kimchi, in fact, at this time, ordinary people can't eat such things, which shows what kind of living standard North Korea was like back then.

"There is really no level to make this kimchi, is this the ability of the palace chef, the chili pepper is too expensive at this time, he doesn't know how to use it, why is there not even a pear slice in the cabbage, so there will be any fragrance there, why can't you see pine nuts, then the sweetness of this cabbage is not too strong, oops, this doesn't even have fish floss and shrimp segments, isn't this a thing just a farmer's salted pickles?"

The people who kowtowed below listened to Jiang Feng commenting on the kimchi in front of him, and there was a strange feeling in their hearts, feeling that they couldn't cry or laugh, thinking that at the moment of life and death, your old man is really leisurely, and there are any North Korean officials who know how to make kimchi.

In their eyes, this is all women's work, Jiang Feng was quiet for a while after speaking, and the sound of kowtowing in the room also stopped, but he heard the sound of Jiang Feng crunching and chewing kimchi, and suddenly, Jiang Feng grabbed the table, directly picked up the low table and smashed it out, pointing at the people below and scolding:

"Our family spends a lot of money every year to support you useless waste, I don't know the Thanksgiving Pictorial, but we make such a dirty thing to plot against our family, how many heads do you have on your neck, don't you really want to live!"

The table fell to the ground, and it was suddenly a mess, and the people below were suddenly frightened by the anger above, and the people who were already stunned began to kowtow again, Jiang Feng took it out in his arms, but took out a piece of paper, where the pronunciation of a name by name came out.

Every time he read a name, Jiang Feng's guards went directly to the crowd to catch a person, and the North Korean officials in the hall were all chilled, Jiang Feng came to North Korea for ten years, and he came to Seoul only three times, but he was so familiar with these officials, and the names he read just now were all Pu Renyong's cronies or friends, it turned out that his own family was so clearly grasped by the other party, and everyone trembled for a while.

Those who sent people to the Ming Dynasty to sue the emperor in the past, arranged for their relatives to engage in some small tricks in Pyongyang, and some colluded with the Japanese daimyo to prepare to do something, they were already frightened there, for fear that the next name they would read would be themselves, but Jiang Feng didn't read it again.

took a ring-headed machete and walked among the few people who were arrested, it is estimated that these people were also impassioned when they were in trouble with Pu Renyong, but at this time they were frightened, and they had no heroic bearing at all, Jiang Feng looked at these people and smiled coldly:

"A small place, a small nation, I thought that the head of the official was smarter, but I didn't expect to be so stupid."

After saying this, some people below breathed a sigh of relief, the rules of officialdom, if you do something rebellious, the other party will be kind to you, this is dangerous, if you are scolded fiercely, but there is a turnaround, and the heart is somewhat relaxed, ready to say something about self-examination.

But I heard a click in front of me, the sound was extremely crisp, like the feeling of a sharp blade cutting off a turnip, the head of an official kneeling there had already fallen, but the ring-headed knife in Jiang Feng's hand had not yet been stained with any blood, and the knife in Jiang Feng's hand flew left and right, slashing down again and again.

The clicking sound continued to remember, and in the blink of an eye, six or seven heads were already rolling on the ground, and the blood had already stained Jiang Feng's black riding boots purple.

Jiang Feng stood there with a calm expression, but in the hearts of the people around him, he seemed to be a killing god, and standing in a pool of blood did not look like the world.

The king of North Korea was already paralyzed with fright, but there were palace maids around him, and the girls couldn't see such blood, and they had already been incontinent there, and the king made some meaningless sounds in his mouth, obviously scared and a little insane.

Li Rengong was still the one who reacted the fastest, and he didn't care about the bright red and sticky blood in front of him, and he kowtowed vigorously, and he originally wanted to hold Jiang Feng's leg and other more sincere actions, but when he saw the big knife in Jiang Feng's hand, he still dispelled this year.

At this time, the voice of the guard came from outside, a guard with blood stains all over his body, walked in, looking at his movements, he knew that the blood stains were not his, after coming in, he first gave Jiang Feng a military salute, and then opened his mouth to report and said:

"Lord Dudu, there are 900 dead soldiers here, all of them have been arrested, 670 people have been killed, 230 have been captured alive, and a firearm has been captured!"

Hearing this, Jiang Feng's brows jumped, fire gun? Asked loudly:

"The firebolt there?"

"Returning to the Dudu, it is the original version of the Franco, not our Huazhou utensils!"

"Bring it on!"

The guard hurriedly turned around and went out, and when he came back, he had already brought a thick firecracker, the muzzle of the gun was facing him, and the handle of the gun was respectfully handed to Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng reached out and took it, and found that this was not the improved system of Huazhou, it should be an artifact from the Franc ship.

The ammunition of the firecracker has been fully loaded, and Jiang Feng is also a little afraid in his heart, if this firecracker is fired in a cold place, some things are really difficult to say, but Jiang Feng glanced coldly at the king above, sneered in his heart, took out the fire medium in his arms, bit off the copper cap, blew a few mouthfuls, blew the ashes inside, and pointed it on the top of the primer.

There was a loud bang, and then the screams of the palace maids followed, and those who kowtowed raised their heads and looked in the direction of the throne, and there was a bloody hole in the chest of the king of Joseon, obviously dead.

Jiang Feng said lightly:

"Pu Ren bravely gathered the disciples and conspired to overthrow the royal family, and the king bravely resisted, died at the hands of the murderers, and died."