"Ma Xiang!"

The Persian prince Mukun walked in with difficulty on crutches and with the support of two guards.

Ma Lan stood at the top of the steps, looking at this guy condescendingly.

In the battle north of Shule City, Mu Kun was shot by the Anxi New Army and broke two knees, and now he is a wasted person. This guy didn't stay in Chang'an City honestly, but came to the river to want to be the governor of Persia, and Ma Lu didn't like this guy very much.

The land south of Wuhu Water was shot down by Tang Jian'er, Persia has been dead for almost a hundred years, and the descendants of Balus have no strength at all, but now they want to come and pick peaches, how can there be such a cheap thing.

"The prince is not in Chang'an to enjoy Qingfu, he has come all the way to the river, is there anything wrong with finding his true appearance?" Ma Lan looked at Mu Kun and smiled coldly.

Mu Kun motioned for the two guards to let go, stood straight in front of Ma Lan with a cane, stared at Ma Lan and said, "Ma Xiang, Your Majesty's will is for you to send me back to Lingcheng for treatment last year, and now it is January of the second year." To put it more seriously, Ma Xiang is disobeying the decree, this is a father-"

"Will be outside, the king's order will not be affected." Ma Lan interrupted Mu Kun's words and said coldly, "The Son of Heaven ordered me to control the affairs west of the quicksand, when and where to collect it, a certain family has its own plans." If the prince thinks that there is something wrong with a certain family, he will write a chapter and go to Chang'an. ”

Mu Kun nodded and said, "Ma Xiang is right. Don't hide it from Ma Xiang, I have sent it to Chang'an three days ago, which not only wrote that Ma Xiang did not capture Jiling City as scheduled, but also wrote what Ma Xiang said in the Martyrs' Shrine a few days ago. As a minister, these things have to be reported according to the facts, and don't blame him. ”

Ma Lu stared at Mu Kun, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes: "Mu Kun, you are very good!" That being the case, why do you still come to find your true nature? ”

Mu Kun was not afraid, looked at Ma Lan and said, "I just want to ask Ma Xiang, when will he capture Jiling City?" I, the governor of Persia, also cured the city, this is His Majesty's will, Ma Xiang has been delaying for several months, do you want to continue to drag it out? When to send troops, Ma Xiang must give me a time, otherwise I don't know how to write the next piece. ”

"You wrote a chapter and sent it to Chang'an to complain to the prime minister, and now you want the prime minister to send troops to capture the city for you? Mu Kun, I really don't know where you got your confidence! Ma Lan looked at Mu Kun with a look of disgust and said coldly.

Mu Kun smiled coldly, and took out a book from his arms: "Ma Xiang can see clearly, this is His Majesty's will!" You and I are both Tang Chen, it is a big mistake for Ma Xiang to miss the deadline, do you still want to make a mistake again and again? ”

After speaking, Mu Kun abandoned one side of his crutches, unfolded the book and shouted: "The will of the Son of Heaven is here, and Ma Lan still kneels to take it!" ”

Ma Luan's face turned pale with anger, and he looked at Mu Kun coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

A Persian slave, what kind of madness did he dare to be arrogant in front of himself!

If someone else preaches the decree, it is nothing to kneel and accept it, this guy is so proud of holding the holy decree, it is clear that he wants to humiliate himself.

"Mu Kun, don't forget, since the establishment of the Persian Governor's Mansion, it has been subordinate to my Tang Anxi Governor's Mansion! Even if you become the governor of Persia, you are not a fart in my eyes, you shout in front of a certain family, this is the way to die! ”

Mu Kun sneered, a look of happiness appeared in his eyes, and shouted: "Ma Luan, the holy purpose is here, if you don't kneel to take it, do you want to rebel?" ”

Niu Xu gritted his teeth angrily next to him, and at this time, he directly grabbed the giant bow and aimed the bow at Mu Kun.

Mu Kun smiled coldly, holding up the book and staring at Ma Luan deadly.

He was shot and crippled by the Anxi army in the north of Shule City, and he always hated it in his heart, and he always wanted to take revenge on Ma Lu, but he didn't have a chance. Now with a book to force Ma Lan to kneel and worship, seeing Ma Lan's anger, his heart is extremely happy.

Ma Lan stood there straight, staring at Mu Kun coldly.

He comes from the later generations, and it is also an expedient measure to bow down to Li Longji, the son of heaven of the Tang Dynasty, how can he bow down to this Persian slave, even if this Persian slave has the edict of the Son of Heaven in his hand, it will not work!

"Ma Lan! If you refuse to receive the order, you are a great rebellion! Mu Kun raised the book higher and shouted excitedly.

"Isn't it a big rebellion?" Ma Ling smiled coldly, "Little calf, bring the book to a certain family!" ”

"Yes, Uncle Pony!" Niu Xu had already held his breath, and when he heard this, he immediately let go, and the giant arrow roared out and went straight to Mu Kun.

Mu Kun screamed, and the arm holding the book immediately drooped down. The speed of the giant arrow shot by the seven-stone bow was terrifying, at such a close distance, he had no chance to dodge at all, and his bones were broken by Niu Xu's arrow.

The moment an arrow was fired, Niu Xu had already swept over, and before the book landed, he copied it. His body is tall and big, but his body is extremely fast, and he has the style of Nanba.

Niu Xu grabbed the book, and his body swept back like an arrow. Ma Lan praised it, and then saw that one of Mu Kun's arms was almost completely broken, and his face was pale with one arm on crutches, with a look of resentment.

Mu Kun's two guards roared angrily, and at the same time rushed towards Ma Luan, and the heavy sword in their hands slashed at Ma Lu.

"Look for death!"

Ma Lan reached out to touch the horizontal knife, but felt that the horizontal knife was quite heavy, and his heart was slightly stunned, understanding that this was because he had been hungry for too long. Seeing that a heavy sword had arrived in front of him, Ma Lan suddenly took a step back, lost the hilt of the sword, reached into his arms, and took out a black object and pointed it at the Persian warrior.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the smoke filled the air, and a circular blood hole appeared in the center of the eyebrows of the fierce Persian warrior, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Ma Lan blew on the muzzle of the gun and put the Desert Eagle into his arms. At such a close distance, one shot can't kill this guy, that's an idiot.

Niu Xu had just blasted the head of another Persian warrior with a punch, and was also startled by the sound of gunshots, and when he saw Ma Lu put the exquisite flintlock pistol into his arms again, his eyes lit up and said: "Uncle Ma, what kind of treasure is this?" Can you give me one? ”

"No, my aunt and I are one by one, what's the matter with your kid?" Ma Lan smiled.

"Which aunt? Aunt Yang or Aunt Gao? "The will of the Son of Heaven to marry has already arrived, and Niu Xu naturally knows that Uncle Xiao Ma has two wives.

"Your Aunt Gao."

Mu Kun broke an arm, his head was covered with sweat, and he stared at Ma Lu with a resentful face, barely standing and refusing to fall. Ma Lu looked at Mu Kun condescendingly, and sneered: "Mu Kun! How dare you assassinate your true face! ”

"They were going to do it themselves, and I didn't order them." Mu Kun said, his voice was extremely gloomy.

"I'm in charge of the west of the quicksand, and if you commit a crime, it's clear that you want to rebel!"

Ma Xuan sneered, looked back at Niu Xu and shouted, "Niu Xu listens to orders!" ”

Niu Xu's face was solemn, and he made a popular upright action in the new army.

"The Persian governor Mu Kun rebelled, and the sin is unforgivable, and he deserves to destroy his nine clans!" Ma Xuan said ruthlessly, "Mu Kun has been captured, but his father, the Persian king Pushan, is still in the Tocharian Mountains!" A certain family ordered you to take a thousand athletes to Tocharian immediately, and told the soldiers and horses of Tocharian Ye Hair Care Headquarters to destroy Pushang's nest! The Balus clan was exterminated on the spot, and no one was left, and the head of Pushang brought to catch and drink to restore his life! ”

"Yes, General!" Niu Xu replied loudly.

"Ma Lan! You! You traitor! Mu Kun was shocked in his heart, and pointed at Ma Lu and shouted.

Ma Lan smiled coldly, took out the flintlock pistol "Desert Eagle" again, slowly loaded the gunpowder, wrapped the projectile with the grease-stained fragments of Xizhou Dalian, stabbed the bottom with an iron bar, and then aimed at Mu Kun a few steps away.

Mu Kun looked at Ma Luan with an extremely hideous expression, but he stood up straight and refused to fall.

Ma Lu pulled the bolt without hesitation, and there was another muffled bang, and the projectile hit Mu Kun's only intact arm. Mu Kun screamed, could no longer hold on to his crutches, and fell down with a crooked body.

His legs have long been crippled, and now his hands have been crippled, and he has become a complete cripple. Mu Kun struggled to sit up, looking up at Ma Lu, his eyes full of resentment.

If the gaze could kill, Ma Lan would already be full of holes.

"Mu Kun, you are just a foreign race, you dare to challenge the majesty of your true appearance, and you are completely to blame for falling to this point! Your matter, I will explain to Your Majesty, you can die in peace, don't think too much. ”

Mu Kun gritted his teeth and looked at Ma Luan without saying a word.

Ma Lan slowly squatted down, looked at Mu Kun and said with a smile: "I know that there are still some supporters of the Persian royal family in Jiling City, don't worry, I will lure them all out, and then kill them all." From then on, Jiling City was a complete Tang territory, and there were no descendants of Balus or supporters of Balus! ”

"In the first battle in the north of Shule City, a certain family still respects you as a man, and now you take the initiative to provoke me, so don't blame me. You must have thought that not only would I not kneel down to you, but I would do this to you. It's to blame you for not knowing me well, hehe! ”

After speaking, Ma Lan stood up and kicked Mu Kun's chest. After being hungry for seven days, his strength was extremely vain, but Mu Kun was crippled on all fours, and he had no ability to dodge at all, so he kicked him directly to the ground.

Mu Kun shouted angrily and struggled to sit up again, but Ma Lu flew out again and kicked him over again.

Mu Kun no longer struggled, lying on his back on the ground with a resentful face, and said angrily: "Ma Lu, you don't have to be proud!" Sooner or later, you will die at our hands! ”

Ma Lan smiled: "You guys? The old nest in Tocharian Mountain is about to be wiped out by me, and I will soon kill all the supporters of Jiling City, what else are you? Do you think that the Zoroastrians in the Persian homeland will avenge you? I don't think they remember your family. Of course, if there are such people, I don't mind killing them all. Anyway, we Han people still need a lot of land, and the more Persians die, the more fields we have, don't we? ”

"Ma Lan! You're underestimating us! You kill me, just wait for endless revenge! Also, it's your fate that Yankangfang didn't kill you that time, but you don't have such good luck every time, hehe! Mu Kun looked up at the sky and screamed. (To be continued.) )