Last time, Jia Liu was far away, and he didn't see Wu Sanniang's appearance clearly, but this time he looked carefully with a clairvoyant mirror, and I have to admit that Wu Sanniang is indeed quite energetic.

It's not the beauty of everyone's ladies, not the beauty of the small jasper, not the beauty of the people in the dust, but the handsomeness of the heroines of the rivers and lakes.

It's probably a comparison with the red lady I saw in the villain book in my previous life.

Judging from her background alone, she is a bit similar to the senior sister who shines on the red light - the poor Han woman who was made into a specimen by the powers.

Although everyone's position is actually the same, the matter has reached this point, and there is no possibility of negotiation between the two sides.

As the prime minister of Shandong, Jia Liu must make a decision, and he must also cut through the chaos quickly.

Today, he can only use the blood of these simple anti-Qing righteous soldiers to stain the yellow coat of his Jia Jia's forehead.

Including Wu Sanniang, a chivalrous woman.

After sighing, Jia Liu put down the clairvoyant mirror, he wanted to let the third lady know how powerful he was.

"Shoot!"

As Jia Liu's right hand was swung out, a round of guns fired, and more than a dozen of the fastest Eight Banner soldiers fell to the ground.

The sound of gunfire also made the Eight Banners soldiers who fled here instinctively stop their feet, and looked at the black hole pointed at them in front of them in horror.

The commander of the Changwei Army, the Sauron Deb stepped forward with his sword, Sen Sen looked at the Eight Banners in front of him, and shouted: "The Prime Minister has an order, and those who retreat without permission will be killed!" ”

In the distance, artillery charges.

Yang Zhi snorted, crooked his mouth and whispered to Fan Wei, the apprentice military master on the side: "That third lady will definitely be scared back to the city." ”

"How so?"

Fan Wei still admires the three ladies a lot, although she is almost stupid to obey the sect leader, but she is really a rare heroine, and she is also a banner in the victorious army.

"My young master is crazy and even kills his own people, can she be afraid of the third lady?"

Yang Zhi's appearance is very serious, not nonsense.

"Hmm... The ghost family is powerful, I heard that he was so ruthless that he even killed himself. ”

Fan Wei is talking about the ghost family jumping into the river just after coming to the Qing Dynasty, and when he first heard about it, he admired the ghost family, because Ning was unyielding, no matter which camp he put in, he was a first-class hero in the world.

Now that I have a closer look, I admire the ghost family even more, and I can bend and stretch to this point, and I can't compare with the non-founding emperor Taizu.

If you can be appreciated by the ghost family, you should try your best to repay it with what you have learned in your life.

Wang Lun's house simply made him a pearl in the dust.

I thought he was a real dragon, but I didn't want to be a python who wasn't even a dragon.

True dragons, Western babes too!

.........

Lord Jia's ruthlessness is not blown.

Wu Sanniang was really scared back to the city.

After the horse team of the victorious army was bombarded by the Qing artillery team for a while, less than two-thirds remained.

In addition, Chang Weijun was the elite of the Qing army at first glance, and the Manchurian generals personally supervised the battle, Wu Sanniang knew that it was difficult to disperse with less than 200 men under his command, so she accepted it when she saw it.

"My lord, the thieves and centaurs have withdrawn!"

Deb asked if there was a pursuit.

Jia Liu took a clairvoyant mirror and glanced at it, "Forget it, it's going to rain, my mother wants to get married, let them go." ”

I can't catch up, and two legs can run more than four legs.

looked at the group of Eight Banner defeated soldiers who were shocked by the row of guns again, and his eyes were full of hatred for iron and steel.

"Your Excellency,"

The Counsellor Ying Zitu, who was wrapped in the defeated soldiers and even lost his helmet, knelt down under Jia Liu's horse in shame.

Jia Liu didn't look at Yingjitu, but looked at the defeated soldiers of the Eight Banners in front of him, and said coldly: "More than six grades, all of them are listed!" ”

Military orders dare not be violated.

Even if many of these officers have prominent ancestors and relatives of senior officials in the DPRK and China, in the system of the Qing Dynasty, the Prime Minister of Shandong, the Minister of Military Affairs, is their heaven.

Dozens of officers of the Eight Banners of the former battalion forward, the guard battalion, the good fighting battalion, and the firearms battalion either took the initiative or passively marched out of the crowd.

Jia Liu's whip pointed at a bearded leader.

His intuition told him that beards were generally ruthless.

The two soldiers stepped forward and pulled the bearded man out, and then tugged at his braids, causing his head to bow forward.

When the leader realized that he was going to be executed, he did not hold his head high as the prime minister thought, but was trembling with fear, his limbs trembling, his teeth shaking, and his eyelids shaking.

He didn't want to die, he wanted to struggle, he wanted to resist, but he just didn't dare to move.

The body was as if it was frozen by magic, except that it was shaking and shaking.

Jia Liu waved his hand, and a big knife fell.

In the sound of "poof", the neck of the bearded leader was split in two.

He was on his knees, and his head was in his hands.

Dozens of officers, along with a group of Eight Banner soldiers, were discolored, but not angry, but afraid.

The Prime Minister's whip came at him again.

A co-leader was led out of the crowd and also knelt down.

The knife rises, the knife falls.

One after another, under the gaze of everyone, seven officers of the Eight Banners were beheaded in public.

The Prime Minister's whip is like the cigarette pouch of Lord Yama, whichever it points at it will die.

Some shouted for mercy, some moved out of Ama and Marfa, and some said which palace they belonged to, but without exception, it didn't work.

The eighth one was pointed out to Andarshan, the chief of staff in the guard camp, and when the whip was pointed at him, he subconsciously wanted to move to the side.

But the whip stared at him like long eyes.

Eventually, Andalshan was dragged out like a pig.

"Don't lose my face in the next life."

Jia Liu's voice was very calm, no roar, no roar, just a faint sentence.

"The master spares his life, the master spares his life! The slave came out of the palace, and the slave came out of the palace..."

Andalshan slammed his head to the ground again and again, smashing a pit.

"It's rare for you to call me a master, so I'll send you on the road by my own hands."

Jia Liu sighed, looking a little sad, turned down from his horse and walked in front of Andalshan, and slowly pulled out his Suppression Pillon Treasure Knife.

In order for the Eight Banners to be strong again, the First Treasure Sword of the Great Qing Dynasty must see blood.

"Lord Ying, save me! Ei-sama save me! ”

Andalshan frightened and begged for help from Yingjitu, his voice shrill and piercing.

But Yingzitu didn't hear it, and just knelt there with his head bowed.

"Good minion, you can die under the sword of Curb Pilon, not wronged!"

As soon as the words fell, the Curb Pilon Treasure Knife in Jia Liu's hand slashed down.

"Poof!"

Blood gushed out, splashing the inexperienced Jia Liu's face, fishy and hot.

Glancing at the head of the good slave who had fallen to the ground, Jia Liumeng turned around and shouted: "Yingjitu!" ”

Yingjitu was excited, and replied loudly: "The end will be!" ”

"Are you going to die like a hero, or are you going to die like a coward under this sword!"

Jia Liu gave a choice, he still admired Yingjitu.

Without any hesitation, Yingjitu clenched his fists and kowtowed heavily: "My lord, the last general is willing to die in battle!" ”

"Okay, straighten out the battalions, and fight with me again!"

The knife pointed firmly at Linqing City in the distance, but the sweat on the forehead of the owner of the knife couldn't stop dripping, and there was sweat all over his body - as if the head coach was warming up, vowing to break the opponent's goal for the uncompetitive players.

In sight, the horizon seemed to be burning, and the rising heat distorted Linqing City.

"Born into the military plane, died in the Purple Light Pavilion!"

The Prime Minister's heroic roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Born into the military plane, died in the Purple Light Pavilion!"

"Kill!"

In the canal, the fish were frightened by the shouts of the Qing army and jumped out of the water, the war horses were also so frightened that they kept snorting, and the birds hovering in the air were even more frightened into the distance.

"This, real Manchurian hero, real Baturu!"

Ashi, who abandoned his subordinates and fled to the boat, was red with shame, and when he looked at the flowing canal water, he had the urge to jump into the river.

However, in the end, the impulse was suppressed.

The sound of artillery rang out again, breaking the battlefield that had not been silent for long.

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