Before Shangguan Fenghua could persuade him again, a military disciplinary officer had already ordered him out.

Outside the camp, there was actually a large number of people pressing down. There were at least a thousand of these people, and the number of people who had hurt someone yesterday was in the hundreds.

When the military disciplinary officer read Ye Feng's order in person, these people immediately became excited.

The situation got out of control in an instant, and people who refused to die fought and resisted. However, Ye Feng seemed to have been prepared, and the sharp swordsmen rushed over immediately. Those who dared to resist were the first to be killed.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of Qi Huahua’s heads fell to the ground.

"well!"

Looking at this scene, Shangguan Fenghua couldn't help but sigh. He understood Ye Feng's intention, to only kill those who resisted. Indeed, there were so many people who took action yesterday, and they were blind to swords and guns.

Who can really tell who was injured?

If a large military camp really doesn't need those people with ulterior motives, killing a group of people and shocking a group of people is what Ye Feng really wants to see. After all, the northern camp that was disrupted by Zhu Guangbo will inevitably be reconfigured.

into one piece.

This scene is what Ye Feng wants those people to see. He is the King of the North, anyone who dares to cause trouble to the North and the camp.

I'll kill them all!

Zhu Guangbo did not dare to use iron-blooded means to intimidate, but Ye Feng was different. He dared to say that the northern camp only needed one voice from now on, and that was his Ye Feng's voice.

"Transport the bodies of the three regiment commanders and these people back to their hometowns and tell them that their families died for the country. If not, they will be buried in the cemetery of their hometown."

Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, so why return them wrapped in horse leather?

What a shame!

The Martyrs' Tomb in the imperial capital could not contain these people.

Of course, Ye Feng would not send these people to a mausoleum of martyrs. It was a pure land belonging to the ancestors who died in battle. How could these people enjoy it in peace? Not to mention that even if Ye Feng agreed, the entire Xuanyuan Kingdom

Nor would I agree.

Pure land must never be trampled or defiled.
Chapter completed!