Amin and Mangus didn't look up, but continued to raise their glasses and touch them, and drank them with a slurp, and Amin smashed his mouth.

Fan Wencheng didn't look at his handcuffs, staring at these two people the whole time. The subordinates are very sharp. That is, a few breaths, Fan Wencheng raised the short-handled firearm, this firearm uses flint to ignite, which is much more convenient than the traditional arquebus.

Amin turned around and arrogantly pointed his finger at his head, as if signaling Fan Wencheng to shoot if he had the guts.

There seemed to be people outside the door who wanted to persuade them, but they couldn't move their feet hesitantly.

With a crisp sound, Fan Wencheng pulled the trigger almost without hesitation.

Amin froze............ Amin was stupid............

He originally thought that Fan Wencheng would only aim the fire gun at the table, and at most kill a few little girls to scare himself. Who knew that Fan Wencheng directly raised the fire gun and aimed it at Manglegus's face. When the frightened pupils of Reckle Gus saw the muzzle of the blue ghost, he suddenly seemed to understand something. But there is no possibility of escape.

With a puff of green smoke, the barrel was stuffed, and the paper-wrapped bullets containing the explosives and small balls were pushed out of the barrel by the booster gunpowder. The distance was so close that Fan Wencheng's raised arm stretched forward slightly, as if he could slap Mangruguls. At this distance, there was no time for Gregus to dodge.

"Ah............h

Compared with Amin, who was stunned, several North Korean girls were much smarter. They are all the most popular red cards in Hanyang City, and it is not uncommon to see the scene of catching and playing half to death. With a pretended frightened expression on his face, he ran out from Fan Wencheng's side in turn. This kind of thing like their ninth-rate work is a bit serious, but it's not unacceptable.

"Ah............h

In this day and age, muskets are not only not accurate, but also very unfriendly to non-professional players. Even if he was shot at this distance, Mangle Gus did not faint for a while, but covered his face that had been beaten into pockmarks, and wailed in pain.

Fan Wencheng glanced up at Amin.

Methodically passed the barrel, prepared the paper-wrapped bullets, cleaned the place where the flint struck, and then calmly raised the firebolt, shook his head, and another shot rang out. This time, it was still aimed at the reckless Legus who was crying with this face.

Then Mangus was shot to death by Fan Wencheng twice, and fell naked on top of the banquet.

Fan ...... Fan ......"

Amin stammered and couldn't speak. This is no ordinary person, his sister is the favorite concubine of the Great Khan of Huangtaiji, and he also has a bunch of supporters and dozens of nomadic small groups in the steppe. He felt that Fan Wencheng was too bold. This is put on the Great Khan Huang Taiji, and he will not be so extreme.

"Come, drink."

Fan Wencheng looked at the stuttering Amin with a little disdain. From under the dead Gregus, an uncrushed wine glass was found, and half a glass of blood was still in it. He didn't wash it, he just put the wine inside, raised his glass and put it in front of Amin.

"Come, drink, Second Belle."

Amin knew he was scared, and his hand holding the glass was shaking. When I finished touching the cup and was ready to drink it tremblingly. Unexpectedly, Fan Wencheng turned around and toasted the world with his thumb.

Then, he looked coldly at the people who were still a little gloating outside the door just now, ready to eat melons and watch the lively crowd. "Are you fucking okay? If you have nothing to do, come in and have a drink with me. ”

Hearing this, the crowd dispersed in an instant like sparrows hearing the gunshots, and the door was completely wiped out except for the guardians of the army.

"You killed the only Belle Manegus in the steppe? Fan Wencheng, do you really know what you're doing? Or are you already crazy? Do you really know what you're doing? ”

Amin's mouth couldn't stop, and he muttered to hide his fear. He even began to move away from the wine table, away from the gem-decorated gems on the table, and there was an exotic, bloody murderous weapon.

"Do you know who's in charge here now?" Fan Wencheng looked at him with disdain, and walked out after speaking.

The guardian in the army blocked her, although her legs trembled a little. Fan Wencheng didn't speak, just stared at the guardian coldly.

"Kill Baylor without permission, Lord Fan wants to give an explanation to the lower officials." The guardian still musters up the courage to carry out his duties.

"When this matter is over, I will give Huangtaiji Great Khan an explanation." Fan Wencheng said calmly.

"According to the rules of the army laid down by the Great Khan............"

Fan Wencheng directly and rudely interrupted him:

"That's my rule now. You have eyes and mouth, but the Great Khan did not agree that you have hands, and you have to be clear. "Fan Wencheng is no longer the image of the scholar in his usual life, and now he is more like a beast that has smelled blood.

It can be seen that the blood vessels on Fan Wencheng's neck are hideously exposed, beating heavily one after another.

"Go and inform the Veil Army here. I'm telling you, whoever ruined Grandpa's plan was doomed. ”

Fan Wencheng didn't speak again, but turned around and returned to his room, pulled out the hairpin, and scattered his hair. Standing in the lobby with his eyes closed, he raised his hands and waited for his maid to braid her hair and change her suit.

Three-way drums sounded.

About 300 Veil troops and 120 Mongol soldiers gathered in the open space in the backyard of the warehouse.

Fan Wencheng stood on a high platform with a knife in his hand. Commanding his own soldiers, he threw the tattered body of Mangus in front of the Mongols. Before the Mongols could attack, the Veil Army raised their spears and surrounded the Mongols in the middle.

"Mangregus lost the opportunity in battle, killed the good and risked the merits, deceived the king, and now he has been killed by the general. Special ......"

Fan Wencheng glanced at the Mongol ranks.

"Centurion Mongt is the captain, do you have any objections?"

Except for a dozen or so of Mangus's own soldiers who rushed up to hold Mangus's corpse and wept in pain and shouted, the other Mongols were silent.

In fact, Fan Wencheng had already put forward the suggestion of knowing the nobles in the army, and the distance between these people and ordinary soldiers was too far. They have no relationship with this team at all.

looked at the pro-soldier of Reckugus, who pointed at his nose and scolded. Fan Wencheng thought about the curtain army's own cronies and waved his hand, and dozens of people rushed over with spears.

Puff ............

These soldiers were not enough to see in front of the skilled battle team, and they could only hear the sound of spears piercing into the flesh.

The bloody aura wafted through the entire field, making the rest of the entire Mongol team stand even straighter.

Fan Wencheng nodded with satisfaction.

"Centurion Monto, remember the lesson of Mangusus, don't discredit the steppe Khan, don't disgrace the Golden Family, and don't give me another chance to kill you, can you remember?"