The corners of the prince's mouth slanted slightly, his bewildering eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes looked at Zhao Zongbing with inexplicable meaning, "Zhao Zongbing, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl dares to rebel against you, it seems that your more than ten years of general soldiers should be in vain." ”

Yes, the prince's words not only made Zhao Zongbing's heart panic, but his anger also rose slowly.

However, his anger didn't dare to show half a point in front of the prince," the prince said. ”

After answering the prince with a smile, General Zhao ordered the soldiers beside him: "Go, bring my big knife." ”

The little soldier who was waiting with him answered, ran out with a smoke, and after a while, he carried Zhao Zongbing's big knife over.

"Lord Wang, please sit down and have a cup of tea first, and when I scare that girl away, I will accompany you to Fengyang Mountain outside the south gate."

"It's okay, you go and clean up your mess first, and I'll wait." I haven't found it for two days, and it's estimated that the person is no longer nearby.

General Zhao carried a big knife and led a team of soldiers and more than thirty horses, except for the south gate of Fengyang City.

Outside the south gate was an open space, and on this open space, more than 3,000 ragged beggars stood densely packed at this moment.

But today, they have changed from the old days, each of them holds something in their hands, or a stick, or a gun, or a knife, in addition, there are still some people holding hoes, sickles and other agricultural tools in their hands, don't you say, just neatly lined up, with firmness in their eyes.

Looking at such a group of people who are not in the army, but look like the army, Mr. Zhao couldn't cry or laugh a little.

A girl of about fifteen or sixteen years of age, dressed in tattered but neat clothes, stood in front of the queue with a short knife in her hand, flanked by several teenagers between the ages of ten and fifteen, the younger ones holding the same broken knives in their hands, and the older ones holding large knives in their hands.

Mr. Zhao glanced at the girl's thin figure, got off the horse majestically, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the girl.

"I mean, girl, are you homeless? How about you come to my house and be a maid? It's better than being a beggar with little food and clothing. "Well, let's go soft first, girls should be easier to coax.

The girl pouted at a young man beside her, and after the young man nodded, he took two steps forward and glared at Mr. Zhao angrily.

"What kind of bullshit are you putting on, we are beggars not because of you corrupt officials and corrupt officials, you want us to serve you now, there is no door."

As soon as the words fell, he picked up the big knife in his hand, punched it in the air, and then slammed the big knife into the ground.

However, it was a pity that the strength was not enough, and the accuracy was also lacking, so not only did he fail to insert the broadsword into the ground, but he almost dodged himself.

The girl shook her head helplessly, stepped forward, took the big knife in his hand, made a sharp turn, played a dazzling trick in the air, and then plunged the big knife into the ground, but looking at the size left outside the ground, he knew that the blade was more than a foot deep under the ground.

Mr. Zhao couldn't help but pause with his head held high, it seems that this girl really has two hits, if she lets herself come to her, maybe it is not as good as her inserting deeply.

What should I do, the soft ones are no longer good, should the hard ones be tried?

There was no way, for the sake of his unquestionable authority, he had to bite the bullet.

Mr. Zhao stepped in front of the girl in a few big strides, with an awe-inspiring expression, "Since you don't eat and drink in the toast, then I'm not welcome." ”

When the words fell, he straightened his posture, picked up the big knife, and began to play one move at a time.

But he was muttering in his heart, to be honest, he didn't have the courage to point the big knife directly at the girl opposite, more than 3,000 beggars, if he was angry and swarmed up, even if he was suppressed, his general army should be the end.

Mr. Zhao played his knife skills over and over again, and some of the older beggars showed a little timidity on their faces, but why was it not only the girl, but also the teenagers beside her that there was no trace of cowardice on their faces?

"Slap, slap", as he turned around, there was a crisp applause behind him.

Well, it seems that he is afraid, he wants to stop the movement of his hand, turn around to see if it is the girl applauding him, but in his stunned state, he felt a blow to the elbow of his right hand, and then his right arm was instantly numb, and the big knife came out of his hand.

At this time, he had already turned around, and saw that the girl opposite was on his side, and she was gently jumping up to catch the big knife that fell from mid-air.

"The knife is okay, but the knife skills are really too poor, not enough to nourish everyone's eyes." The voice was crisp and pleasant, as if a bell was ringing in his ear, and she had the urge to listen all the time.