The city of Jizhen is broken, and the knife is not sealed for three days.

It is said that it is three days, but in fact, in less than a day, the entire Ji Town has turned into a hell on earth. The sound of blades slicing into flesh was mixed with the screams of dying, and the red-eyed steppe warriors weaved through the streets, searching for every living person who might exist.

Blood flowed all over the ground and pooled into a stream.

It's not that no one has questioned Su Xiqing's order, Mu Ershu, who followed Su Xiqing's side, once said something about this matter, after all, war is such a thing, after all, it is money and food, and it is better to leave those living mouths as slaves than to kill them all.

"What's more, the heads of the Qingyang Department will also have opinions."

This is the most important reason, the Qingyang Department's participation in the southern expedition this time is not to let the warriors consume their lives in vain. Gold, silver and jewelry, fertile land, and even these southern slaves, this is the biggest reason why the Qingyang Department is willing to send troops.

No one wants to fight a loss-making war, and no one wants to fight poorer and poorer.

But as soon as Su Xiqing gave an order, these southerners who were originally going to be used as war trophies were all killed.

"What's wrong with that?"

The red-eyed Su Xiqing's face was calm.

"Or do you think that after we killed all these people, the Qingyang Department still dared to come to us to ask for benefits?"

Murshu was speechless.

Looking at those crimson ghostly eyes, Mu Ershu suddenly realized that the man in front of him had never thought of obeying the Qingyang Department from the beginning.

Qingyang is just a springboard, and this man named Su Xiqing will never be subservient.

There were once warriors who were secretly talking about it, saying that this mongrel born from Mobei and Nanren was not worthy of a high position at all, saying that his blood flowed with the stupidity of Mobei and the cowardice of Nanren.

But at this moment, Mu Ershu clearly noticed that what flowed from this man named Su Xiqing was clearly the ferocity from Mobei and the cunning from the south.

Fierce as a tiger and cunning as a fox, this is Su Xiqing's way of using soldiers. At a time that everyone didn't expect, this man named Su Xiqing just personally led the headquarters and broke through the Jizhou Governor's Mansion, which was almost the same size as the Qingyang Department.

So, after the soldiers under his command have once again gone through the baptism of blood and qi and become more and more inhuman, can the Qingyang Department really resist it?

"It's hard to say, don't be too complacent."

Just when Mu Ershu was proud of the general he followed, the man named Su Xiqing shook his head.

"The reason why this raid was successful, to put it bluntly, was because the enemy was clear and I was secret, when the entire Jizhou was defenseless, and even when the Qingyang Department did not react, I led the team over, and then broke the city with one blow...... But as long as the Jizhou Governor's Mansion was prepared, and even if Liu Yanran did not have an inexplicable decline at that time, it would be impossible for this battle to end so quickly. ”

"This shows that the eldest brother has a clear destiny."

It's not a joke, Mulshu thinks so from the bottom of his heart. After all, he could be placed in the border by the Nanchen Imperial Court to contend with the Qingyang Department in the north, and the southerner named Liu Yanran must also have considerable strength - but such a general was killed by Su Xiqing.

Indeed, this can be said to be Liu Yanran's declining state due to lack of sleep, but killing is killing.

This is not the Mandate of Heaven, what else is the Mandate of Heaven?

"Don't believe in anything like destiny, it's all a lie made up by wizards to deceive the world."

Saying this, Su Xiqing grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"We are warriors, Muershu, we don't need to believe in any destiny, we just need to believe in ourselves, the knife in our hands."

“…… Big brother! ”

Mu Ershu got down on one knee excitedly, letting Su Xiqing put the unsheathed saber on his shoulder.

This is the most sincere allegiance, the saber is on the shoulder, and it only takes a slight wave to cut off the head of Muershu - but Muershu doesn't care, even if Su Xiqing wants him to die at this moment, Muershu will not hesitate.

However, this sacred allegiance ceremony had only just begun, when it was interrupted by soldiers who suddenly entered.

"Big brother! Something happened! ”

A scarlet-eyed steppe warrior rushed into the tent in a hurry.

"There are southerners killing our warriors! Fifteen people have already been killed! ”

“…… So you just ran over here? ”

Su Xiqing's brows furrowed.

"Isn't it just some martial arts warriors in Jizhou or something? Why not kill them? ”

"yes, why don't you just kill them?"

Murshu also stood up, his face serious.

Jizhou folk martial arts are abundant, which is known even on the grassland. However, in the eyes of these grassland generals, these folk warriors are more like the second line of defense deliberately set aside by the Jizhou Governor's Mansion.

On weekdays, these folk warriors can fight against looting and protect the territory and the people, but when it comes to critical times, such as the current Jizhen city is broken, these folk warriors will become armed forces that are secretly circulating, and they will kill them as grassland warriors when they seize the opportunity.

But here's the problem.

If it's just a person from the Qingyang Department, it makes sense to run back and report the news when there is resistance. But as soldiers under the command of Su Xiqing, as Mobei eagles watered with blood, how dare these people just run back?

"Are you scared?"

As he spoke, Muershu's big hand was already pinching the neck of this steppe warrior.

"You became a deserter?"

"No, I, not ......"

The steppe warriors who were carried in the air gasped with difficulty.

"I didn't become a deserter, it was that person, that person, who was holding Ah Xuan's axe......"

"Huh?"

The grassland warrior in his hand fell to the ground, and Mu Ershu was directly stunned.

"You say...... Ah Xuan? ”

Mu Ershu couldn't help but turn his head to look at Su Xiqing.

The person who killed Su Xixuan still dared to come over?

It was at this time that Su Xiqing laughed.

"If it's Ah Xuan's axe, then it's normal that you can't beat it. After all, that axe has killed too many people, and what you are dealing with cannot be calculated by common sense. ”

Although he said calmly, Su Xiqing's eyes had become blood-red at some point.

"So it's right for you to come back this time, it's really something that only I can do."

Putting the knife back into the sheath, Su Xiqing strode out of the camp tent.

That evil posture is like a terrible ghost crawling out of the Nine Hells.

"Muershu, prepare a horse for me...... Where is that who, the one who took the axe, now? ”

"North of town! Outside the camp! ”

The Prairie Warrior raised his hand and pointed.

"That monster just came in!"

As soon as the words fell, Su Xiqing had already heard the shouting and killing sound in the distance.

And the sky-high fire.