Zhu Ping's voice was like a cold wind, making the boiling scene instantly form a thick layer of frost.

Behind him, the shouting and killing continued.

And here, it's already in an ice cellar.

The aristocratic army had been split in two by the blade, and in the pursuit of the main force, the nobles' private soldiers jumped off the main road, threw off their armor, and fled desperately to those potholes.

It's like meeting on a single-plank bridge, one side jumps into the canal, and the winner is already divided.

"Poor Kou Mo Chase!" The generals of the coalition army chanted one after another, and at the same time passed on the orders layer by layer.

The main army of the combined army only rushed into battle, and the defeated army did not pursue, even if there were soldiers with red eyes, it was only a minority, and they were soon dissuaded back by their comrades around them.

In Zhu Ping's hometown, at the end of the dynasty, there were many battles in which the combat effectiveness was very different, but the weak defeated the strong.

It is no longer uncommon for a few thousand cavalry to break a hundred thousand troops.

After all, is it really rare?

Not necessarily.

When a soldier is on the battlefield, the only condition for judging victory or defeat is the soldier in front of them, if the soldier in front of them rushes forward, it is a victory, and if the soldier in front of them shrinks back, it is defeat.

That's all.

In this aristocratic world, the army fights like a village fight, and casually using some shoddy military techniques and battle formations is enough to be called a dimensionality reduction strike.

It is about eight meters wide, and about twenty meters on the surrounding flat ground, leaving only the murderous combined army.

The noble army in the northwest was defeated, and none of these nobles expected that they would be defeated so quickly.

They do not understand that the aristocratic army, which is superior in numbers, is one place and one day in the face of a combined army.

The Baron Phil at Zhu Ping's feet was young and vigorous, as if he couldn't accept the humiliation of being trampled underfoot, the wand in his hand flashed, and said viciously: "Go ......"

Before he could finish his cruel words, Zhu Ping's feet suddenly lifted and put them down.

After a muffled sound, a half-meter-long, spiderweb-like pattern appeared on the ground, and the blood of the nobles slowly flowed outward from the pattern.

The long knife in Zhu Ping's hand swept over everyone, his voice was still extremely indifferent, and he said word by word: "Surrender, or be wiped out!" ”

Tiny wooden hovers floated in the air, making his background look hazy.

As if any camera should be focused on him.

The words fell, and not long after the time passed.

"Smack!"

As the sound of the first wand hitting the ground sounded, like popping beans, the nobles put down their wands one after another and raised their hands high, which was the standard posture of surrender.

The nobility is a wizard, and this is a way for every wizard to learn from the church how to give up resistance when they are defeated, and how to show that they are not a threat.

And Zhu Ping should have responded politely and given these defeated people corresponding respect.

But he didn't!

Zhu Ping waved his hand, and the scout behind him instantly stepped forward, picked up the wand on the ground, and put the oil-stained hemp rope on the nobleman's head with the morning glory pulling the horse.

Some of the young nobles were angry when they saw this, but they were eventually dissuaded by the elders next to them and gave up their resistance.

The richer the person and the more nourishing the life, the more he knows that it is better to die than to live.

Nobles like to talk to knights about the great truth of donating their hearts and blood.

But often the same situation is on their bodies, and when it comes to their safety, they kneel faster than anyone else.

The natural weakness and compromise of the aristocracy are reflected in all aspects.

The battle in the north-western direction was soon over.

On both sides of the stone bridge to the northeast, the inspection team leading a part of the soldiers and the nobles' private soldiers were still facing each other.

During the confrontation, the inspection team was not idle, and the new vice-captain Kiko held a torch in his hand and spoke a big truth.

He said, "You are up! You have the ability to rush with all your brains! Don't blame Lao Tzu for not reminding you, we are all ordinary people, with a few broken wooden sticks and broken kitchen knives in our hands.

The carriage behind him didn't have any secret weapons in it, it was just to look down on you, hurry up, I'm waiting for you here.

What about your arrogance? Why did you coax when you should have been on it?

No way! No way! You won't be the legendary king of mouths, right? ”

This avenue is the avenue of yin and yang, and the more he says this, the more the nobles dare not go up.

If there are nobles on the line, all the soldiers will be emptied, and after the war is over and the nobles are fully reshuffled, they are likely to be eliminated from the "top power circle".

Human affection, faith, this thing is a fart!

In the end, the most reliable is still two words...... Strength!

"Reality" is still so "reality".

When the nobles in the northeast saw the battle in the northwest, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as if they were thinking about waiting for the battle over there to end, and then go to Lin Zheng Castle to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

It's a pity that the cake in the hearts of these nobles has not yet been drawn, and the battle in the northwest is over.

Zhu Ping led the army along the flat trade route to the northeast, and deliberately put the nobles trapped in the dumplings at the forefront.

I don't know if it's for Lin Zheng Castle, or for the nobles in the northwest, or both.

Sandpiper and clam compete, fisherman profit?

This is the experience server.

When the fisherman played in the official clothes, he suddenly found that the sandpiper was a void sandpiper that had practiced for thousands of years, and the mussel was a vajra mussel buckled on the chest of the dragon king, and the fisherman was really a fisherman who could only crook his mouth.

Some of the nobles in the northeast wanted to fight, some wanted to escape, and some wanted to retreat, and their opinions were not unified, and the nobles fought among themselves.

This is the chaos that "inevitably" occurs when a force does not concentrate power at the center and does not have a clear operational commander.

After the two nails were removed, Zhu Ping still did not have a relaxed expression on his face.

Surrounded the point to send reinforcements, and the reinforcements were successfully fought, and the next thing is the highlight.

Because the aristocratic private army on both sides is trouble, but it is not a big trouble, and the big trouble is in Lin Zheng Castle.

After Lin Zheng gathered the men and horses under Xiao Nong, he formed a rock-like hard steamed bun.

That's right!

This piece of hard steamed bun was made by Zhu Ping himself.

This is a "trouble" that he personally created.

Just as he was slowly moving towards Lin Zheng Castle, putting the nobles in front of the formation, raising his might, and exerting maximum pressure, the sound of a phone call came from his ears.

Zhu Ping, Zhu Ping, can you hear me?

Naturally, the phone in my hometown will not take the initiative to choose a good opportunity, and I can come whenever I want, which is very capricious.

"I can hear you!"

The emotional announcer rang on the other side of the phone, and as soon as the conversation changed, there was a voice of doubt, and he asked:

Zhu Ping, where are you? Why is your voice so chaotic?

"I'm at war!"

After Zhu Ping finished speaking, countless voices suddenly came from the other end of the phone, asking one by one, just like when he first came to this world, he said that this world has extraordinary energy.

A large number of voices asked at the same time, like a vegetable market.

Are you hitting someone else, or is someone else hitting you?

Zhu Ping, why are you fighting, didn't you plan it at the beginning, everything should be based on stability, and get through the winter first?

What is the situation now, and what is the winning side?

……

Zhu Ping's voice was well-organized, he was quiet in the chaos, and answered them one by one, and at the same time summarized the recent events.

Of course, after speaking, Professor Chen opened his mouth and rebuked:

Do you know what you're doing? The original plan was to let Viscount Lin Zheng absorb Viscount Xiao Nong's subordinates, so that their chains of interests would rub against each other, so as to take advantage of the fire and eat away at both sides.

Seek victory without a fight.

If you do this, you will forcibly glue together the many nobles who should be fighting against each other, and not only will the United Company face the enemy with heavy losses.

It will also make the entire vested interest group in the kingdom disgusted with you when you remove the kingdom's aristocratic power system, which will have a lot of impact on your next notice!

Have you figured it out?

"Haha!" Zhu Ping hooked the corners of his mouth, laughed self-deprecatingly, and said, "To be honest, of course I thought it through!"

I think very clearly.

Teachers, I live in this world, and what I see, hear, and feel seems to form a voice, constantly urging me to do something......

It's time for the nobility to perish! ”

It's time for a change!