"I will sleep on your skin, drink your blood, eat your flesh, and cut your five horses into pieces~~"
Qi Piangu finally had a good sleep, but was awakened by bad news. When he came to the side hall, he was stunned by what he saw.
Everything he saw was blood-red. His woman, his daughter, and his son had a big hole in their chests and lay on the ground without making a sound.
Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but spit out blood from his heart, and there was only hysterical madness in his eyes.
Aha Chu and Meng Ge Mu'er were shocked by what they saw when they rushed here after hearing the report from their servants.
There was not a single living person left in the entire side hall, and some of the black and red blood had begun to solidify. No matter whether it was large or small, there was only a big hole in the chest. There was a beautiful-looking woman lying on the ground, with a pair of apricot eyes wide open.
Yes, there is still a trace of fear in his eyes that has not completely dissipated, and he refuses to close his eyes.
Looking into those eyes, the elders among them shuddered unconsciously.
After almost half an hour, Qi Piangu calmed down and came to the main hall with Aha Chu and others.
Although it has already entered autumn, the sky today is still extremely depressing, and the clouds in the sky seem to have fallen, which makes everyone present feel extremely heavy, as if a layer of haze has been cast over them.
What happened last night was too sudden. All three major tribes were attacked, and the dead were all the family records of various important officials.
With so many people guarding them, they killed the person without causing any movement. Is the other person a human or a ghost? An uneasiness also surged into their hearts. If the other person wanted to kill them, what should they do?
Can you escape this disaster?
The three leaders of the Jurchen tribe returned to the palace with gloomy faces and said nothing.
After a while, Aha and Mengge Muler spoke one after another.
"Qi Piangu, do you still want to kill those slaves?"
"Ahachu, haven't you seen it yet? That person is obviously warning us~"
Listening to the words of Aha Chu and Meng Ge Mu'er, Qi Piangu threw the silver cup in his hand to the ground and suddenly laughed strangely. His voice was like a mandrill in the mountains, which was very penetrating.
"Hehe~hehehehe~~"
Several people looked at Qi Piangu who seemed to be crazy, and couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. Aha Chu and Meng Ge Mu'er looked at each other, the meaning in their eyes was self-evident, so they just said directly, he is not crazy, right?
Aha stretched out his right hand and pressed it twice, swallowed secretly, and asked aloud.
"Qi Piangu, are you okay!!"
At this time, he didn't want anything to happen to Qi Piangu, the pillar of Jianzhou Jurchen.
Qi Piangu turned his head, his wolf-like eyes revealing blood-devouring madness.
"They are just a bunch of beasts, I want them to be buried with Ke Yilan!!"
Seeing Qipian's old state, Aha Chu and Meng Ge Mu'er sighed softly in their hearts. I'm afraid things can't be changed.
In an open space, Qi Piangu looked at the piles of Dakang slaves and gave a bloodthirsty smile. He raised the scimitar in his hand and gave an order to the cavalry behind him.
"Kill!! Leave no one alive!!"
In the city of Hetuala, there was a young man on a cliff. He saw thousands of cavalry stepping on them, blood flowing into rivers. His fists had already been clenched tightly, and his fingertips pricked the skin, and there were dots of red plums.
It bloomed at his feet, and its shrill wails made his body tremble slightly, and finally he closed his eyes.
There was a wind blowing in the mountains, and a spear was driven into the ground on the top of the cliff. The red silk at the tip of the spear fluttered in the wind, and the whimpering sounded a lament, but the young man disappeared.
There was only a sigh that drifted away in the wind, "I came to this world to practice swordsmanship, why would I regret killing my heart with a flying sword?"
From then on, the number of Jurchens in Jianzhou began to decline sharply at an exaggerated rate. On the first day, five thousand people were burned to death. On the second day, a war horse lost control and crushed two to three thousand people to death, and countless others were injured.
On the night of the third day, a young man entered Ahachu's tribe under the moonlight. Most of the war horses in the tribe had been lost in the past few days, and there were only a thousand people left. That night, there was a sword light in the dark night.
In bloom, Aha was slaughtered immediately after leaving his tribe, corpses littered the fields, and no one of the 70,000 people survived.
Amid the flames, a young man walked out and nailed Ahachu to the wall of the hall with a spear.
On the second day, when Qi Piangu and Meng Gemuer received the news and rushed to Ahachu's tribe with their people, everyone was dumbfounded. There was no one alive in a tribe of 70,000 people, and a chill came over them.
It's on everyone's mind.
In the General Military Mansion in Liaodong Town, a soldier hurried in, "General, Xu Yuanhui and the others are back!!!"
Guo Yingjing was thinking about how to deal with that boy Ma Changqing, feeling very depressed. He waved his hand, with a hint of impatience on his face, "You're back right now, what are you yelling about? How can I teach you this!!
!No progress at all!!”
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When the soldier heard this, he hesitated for a moment, hesitated, and then said: "But they also brought back two thousand horses!"
Guo Yingjing stood up immediately after hearing this, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. War horses in Liaodong Town are a scarce resource, not only in Liaodong, but also in other important towns on the nine sides.
A war horse has been raised since childhood. The feed and labor alone are worth a lot of money. Calculated, an excellent war horse costs at least seventy or eighty taels of silver. If this is the case, two thousand war horses are worth enough.
There are enough 150,000 to 60,000 taels of silver.
He thought that when Jia Qi took his people out, he would just kill a few people, but he didn't expect to get so much money back from his trip. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He came to this bitter and cold place to suffer. After all, wasn't it just for the money?
"Where is it?? Hurry! Lead the way!! I'm going to take a look!!"
The soldier was stunned by Guo Yingjing's reaction. He couldn't help feeling in his heart. He hadn't cared about it before, but when he mentioned the two thousand horses, it seemed like his real father had arrived.
But he also remembered one thing, there were no humps on those two thousand horses! Thinking of those bags of bloody things, he felt a little nauseous, but he was very envious in his heart. Those things were all military achievements.
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But as soon as Guo Yingjing walked out of the door, he saw his deputy general rushing in from the outer door, with a trace of panic on his face, "General!! It's not good!!"
Seeing that his lieutenant looked wrong, Guo Yingjing's expression couldn't help but change. He paused in his steps, suppressed the inexplicable discomfort in his heart, and said in a cold voice: "Why are you panicking? I'm still here!! The sky is falling.
, if a tall man can hold it up, he can still crush you to death!!"
When the deputy general heard Guo Yingjing's scolding, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. He handed over a secret letter in his hand and said urgently: "Ten days ago, the Jurchens in Jianzhou were attacked by a mysterious cavalry. Over there in Jianzhou
It set off a bloody storm, and dozens of Jurchen tribes were wiped out, with nearly 100,000 casualties. The Jurchen tribe had to get together to fight against this cavalry. Today, the spies came back with news. Three days ago, the same story was written.
A sheep-killing ceremony was held in the city of Hetuala, and his cavalry were ordered to massacre 5,000 captive slaves from Dakang. Just last night, the only three remaining Jurchen tribes, Aha, sent out more than 70,000 people.
They were slaughtered without a single survivor. The Jurchens in Jianzhou are now crazy and are gathering their troops to come out in full force with the intention of fighting us to the death!!"
