Who is the Governor of Jiliao?

Some soldiers who are not well informed are not clear about it.

And how do the soldiers at the bottom care who is the governor?

Some people don't care who the emperor is, as long as the military pay is paid on time.

But soon, a gilt black banner appeared outside the camp.

The "king" flag flutters in the wind.

Almost everyone’s expressions became wonderful.

The Duke of Lang, whose reputation in Liaodong is so great that no one can compare with him, has arrived.

Even Zhang Jiliang, who kept his mouth open and refused to admit defeat until a moment ago, stopped struggling. Like a deflated rubber ball, his body collapsed and hung in the air. If there were not people holding him on both sides, he would have rolled down long ago.

On the ground, unable to stand up.

Crunch!!!

The gate of the camp was quickly removed, and the middle gate was opened wide.

Everyone automatically stood on both sides of the road, lowered their heads, and knelt to welcome the arrival of Duke Lang.

"Meet the Governor!"

In the camp, there were battles, and the sound of greetings boomed, reaching towards the sky above the sea platform for a while.

The four words "prestige and solemnity" are vividly displayed at this moment.

Ta!

Ta!

Ta!

Wang Qi is dressed in a purple brocade robe, with a white crown on his hair, a jade belt and a long sword, and he is riding a horse in front.

Lu Xiangsheng and Cao Wenzhao were behind, and behind them were a group of fine armored cavalry.

"The last general Qin Erbao pays homage to the governor!" Qin Erbao stepped forward and led a group of original ancestral generals to bow to Wang Qi: "All the generals of the Wanghaitai Camp of the Ming Dynasty are here to welcome you!"

"Da Ming Wanghaitai Camp, welcome the Governor!" Following Qin Erbao's voice, everyone in the camp spoke up.

The five characters "Da Ming Wang Haitai" represent that the traces of the ancestral home will be forever erased.

"Everyone, get up." Wang Qi got off his horse, handed the whip to the guards behind him, and then walked in front of everyone.

Without the dignity and majesty of Duke Lang when he was in the capital, only the murderous spirit of hundreds of Liaodong officials was with him. Scanning the crowd, Wang Qi's voice was clear and clear, and spread far away: "Long time no see, colleagues."

"Congratulations to the Governor!"

The echoes spread far and wide, and they were all respectful words from the heart.

Everyone understands that Wang Qi's arrival will lead them to real victory.

History is enough to prove it.

The past achievements will make the hearts of all soldiers boil.

Qin Erbao stood up and stood behind Wang Qi.

And Zhang Jiliang has been brought to Wang Qi.

In the entire battalion, all generals and officers have gathered together, wanting to know what happened.

At this moment, Zhang Jiliang felt weak all over. Facing Wang Qi, he no longer had the arrogance and arrogance he had in the camp.

Even anger cannot arise.

That kind of despair and shame shrouded him like a huge shadow. With his head lowered, Zhang Jiliang did not dare to look at Wang Qi.

At this moment, the guerrilla general who was attached to his ancestral family understood:

Liaodong,

It’s Wang Qi’s Liaodong.

Rather than the ancestral home, or even Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty.

This young man who rose from the official position of Baihu has made great achievements in battle, even more so than Li Chengliang...

Kneeling on the ground, Zhang Jiliang lowered his head. In a daze, he seemed to be able to feel the huge shadow brought by the approaching footsteps.

Phew!!!

Zhang Jiliang exhaled heavily, and with the sound of breathing, the air in his chest seemed to be burning abnormally, as if it was about to explode.

"Master Zhang, I heard that you are going to Ningyuan City to ask for an explanation??" Wang Qi walked towards Zhang Jiliang while talking.

Slowly raising his head, Zhang Jiliang couldn't see Wang Qi's expression clearly because of the sunlight behind him. He only saw a ball of black light, which was full of oppression.

Moving his lips slightly, Zhang Jiliang still wanted to ask one thing clearly. Even if he dies, he must die properly, right?

"Sir, what do you plan to do with the ancestral family??"

Zhang Jiliang's voice was hoarse and begging.

Wang Qi can come here, Zhang Jiliang is already desperate for the future of his ancestral family.

Looking at it now, what if you have been entrenched in Liaodong for decades? Wang Qi went to Liao and crushed his ancestral home with one finger.

Trying to resist will only make your death worse!

"There is always someone responsible for the battle in Liaodong, but you can rest assured that the imperial court will not anger others," Wang Qi said calmly: "Even if it is the ancestor's birthday, the imperial court will give him enough dignity."

Decent?

Zhang Jiliang smiled bitterly, but he was unable to resist. Getting the guarantee of protecting his family from Wang Qi was already the greatest luxury he could ask for: "Thank you, sir."

With a look from Qin Erbao, the guards had already picked up Zhang Jiliang and dragged him away...

After dealing with the representative direct descendants of his ancestral family, Wang Qi turned back and looked at the people in the field again. Wang Qi walked very slowly, walking past in front of everyone step by step: "I heard that you lost your helmet under the Shenyang City.

Abandoned armor, grass and trees are all soldiers, being slaughtered and driven away by the Eight Banners as cattle and sheep?"

No one dared to look at Wang Qi. All the generals lowered their heads and looked ashamed.

"After this battle, millions of royalties and silver from the imperial court were all wasted, and countless grains and supplies were lost. Land and people were lost, which gave Hou Jin a chance to breathe! This was a great shame and humiliation during my reign in Liao Dynasty!" Wang Qi stood at the site.

Central Committee: "Let alone the ancestral family, anyone who dares to hinder the great cause of gold mining in Liaodong will be killed by me!"

Pull people out!

Following Wang Qi's order, three men whose heads were covered with black cloth were dragged out.

With a clatter, Qin Erbao pulled out the long knife from his waist and handed it to Wang Qi.

With a thud, the three of them were pinned down by their guards and knelt on the ground. They were still struggling, but they could only let out whining roars.

Everyone in the venue didn’t know who he was.

"These three people are our enemies in the Ming Dynasty's attack on gold. I invite you and others to kill them together!"

After Wang Qi finished speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he took a step forward, waved his arm, and white light flashed instantly.

With a bang, one of them immediately fell to the ground dead.

Tons of blood and water flowed out instantly.

Murder sacrifice flag?

Everyone in the field looked at each other.

"I'm coming!" Qin Erbao, Lu Xiangsheng, and Cao Wenzhao stood up almost at the same time, holding long swords.

Swing down three swords!

Pfft!!!

The three people kneeling on the ground suddenly burst into blood, and it seemed that they could no longer survive.

"I Tu Da, I am willing to serve you!" Tu Da, the newly appointed guerrilla general, had almost guessed who the three people on the ground were. He licked his pale lips and stepped forward with a knife.

"Kill the slaves!"

Between the bursts of lips and teeth, the muscles of the arms curled up, and with a pop, the sharp blade penetrated the body.

It’s worth it,

The masked man on the ground is too dead to die.

Following Tu Da's move, all the generals stepped forward.

This is the certificate of investment.

At this moment,

There is no reason not to invest.

What's more, it's a certificate of nomination for Duke Lang?

After a stick of incense was burned, while everyone was watching the ceremony, the thirteen officers of the garrison and above had already killed the three people on the ground with one sword each.
To be continued...