"If I go back to Junye, I will sell the remaining defective porcelain!" Yao Baoliang said.
"Open!"
"Yes, Master Jun!" In order to reduce the cost of long distances, Yao Baoliang brought very few slaves. In order to get through customs and return home as quickly as possible, he actually jumped into the car himself and helped the slaves open each cargo box.
The sergeant put his hand in and fumbled around. After discovering that they were all not very good porcelain, he reported back to Muren: "General Zuo, it is indeed the goods!"
Muren waved his hand impatiently, just about to let the porcelain merchant pass. A yellow fog filled the air in the distance, and the ground beneath his feet trembled with fear. Then, a dark fog that covered the clouds and sun pressed over from the sky.
When Muren saw the black-armored general leading him, with a strong murderous aura rising all over his body, he couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart, and jumped on his horse to salute. "General!"
Yelu Qingge's gloomy eagle eyes hinting at the storm, stared closely at the crowded caravan at the pass. He was thinking, what is the best way to lure her out?
To put it bluntly.
All he wanted was Meen Jiya's heart to calm his anger. As for Huo Zhongting, who had an inexplicable relationship with his little Meen, he was willing to let him go! He hoped that in the near future, he could be with
Huo Zhongting meets Huo Zhongting as a hero on the battlefield! When the time comes, he will personally cut off his head with the scimitar in his hand and present it to his uncle, the greatest monarch of the Min and Liao Dynasties.
"Where are the people?"
Muren didn't dare to raise his head, "I haven't caught him yet!"
Yelu Qingge's stern face did not waver at all. Sitting on the horse, he was as cold as a lifeless clay sculpture.
"Temur!"
"The end is here!" Temur leaped out of the queue with a long roll of linen tied to his horse's hip.
"I'll leave that old man Battle to you! Now, vent your anger on him!" Yelu Qingge said with a cruel sneer.
"General, I obey!" Who is Temu'er? He is a general who is tougher and more ruthless than the unruly wild horses in the army. It is said that his military exploits can be exchanged for the richest city in Min Liao, but he chooses to stay
Under the command of Yelu Qingge, he continued to shed blood for the Min Liao Kingdom. Like Yelu Qingge, he was waiting for the day when he would defeat the enemy country and unify the world...
"Whoa!" I saw the linen rolls being thrown up high and hitting the ground hard, causing smoke and dust to rise. Then, Temuer's pig iron combat boots kicked hard towards the little old man who revealed his true face.
"Damn it! I want you to taste Daleng's pain!" Timur thought of his cousin Daleng's tragic death at the hands of Battle and Mayne, and his hatred couldn't stop pouring out.
"Ah!" Battelle screamed, holding his head and rolling around on the ground, but no matter how he ran away, he could not escape Temur's torture... Gradually, blood soaked out from his mouth and nose, covering his clothes, dripping
Tick-tock fell to the ground.
"If you dare to kill my relatives, I will make you pay with your life!" Timur went crazy. He grabbed Barter, threw him into the air, stretched out his legs and kicked him in the heart. "Ah!" he screamed repeatedly, and the old man looked like a broken man.
His body turned over on the ground, blood gurgled from his mouth, and he could no longer move.
"Hahaha...Hahaha..." The blood of the enemy made Temur's body tremble, "Brother Daleng, I will avenge you today!" He pulled out his scimitar and said,
It stabbed through Battle's collarbone and lifted him from the ground into the air...
Many people couldn't bear to see the tragic and bloody scene and quietly turned away.
There was deathly silence all around, even the wind hid aside.
"Beast!" There was a long, sad hiss from the crowd, followed by a bloated figure sprinting towards Temu'er.
Swords are ruthless, fists and sticks hurt!
Mei Liangchen stared closely at the gleaming blade slashing at her neck. For a moment, she lost the ability to think and waited quietly for death...
At the critical moment of "Zheng", Temu'er's knife was suddenly knocked to the ground by a sharp and exquisite dagger, but the bone-piercing coldness of the knife still drew a deep blood mark on Mei Liangchen's slender neck.
The seven-star gem on the dagger reflects dazzling brilliance in the sunlight.
Cold sweat broke out all over Temur's body, and the flame of revenge was gradually extinguished... He almost killed the woman the general valued! He knew that his actions were unforgivable, but he could only kneel down and beg for mercy: "General, there will be someone in the end.
wrong!"
"Go down and receive fifty lashes!" The tone was colder than the whip, declaring Yelu Qingge's supreme majesty in the cavalry army.
Temur did not dare to defend himself, but was secretly glad that the general did not pierce his heart with the dagger. "Yes, general!" He was willing to accept the punishment.
When Mei Liangchen regained her life, the first person she thought of was Battle. But when she looked back, her heart was so painful that it almost broke. Poor old man Battle, lying motionless in a pool of blood, with only weak moans, proved
He is still alive...
"Uncle Battle!!" She wanted to crawl over to save him, but as soon as she made a move, Yelu Qingge's whip came down on her back.
"Well..." She bit her lip and endured the burning pain of the whip cutting her skin, refusing to beg for mercy from him.
Yelu Qingge looked at the pieces of crude cotton lying on the ground with interest. He really admired her. In order to escape from his control, she even disfigured herself and pretended to be a maid to confuse him!
"Uncle Battle...Battle!!" Mei Liangchen crawled to Battle's side regardless, shaking his body desperately, trying to wake him up...
Ignore him?!
Yelu Qingge couldn't help but narrow her dark eyes... Is this hateful woman who overestimates her abilities going to play tricks with him again? Okay, come on! He wants to see who can beat him to the end!
"Murien!"
"The end is here!"
"Gather all the boxes here and burn them, and strip them naked and rush them into the moat!" His order was like the strongest saltpeter exploding in the Jiang-Song caravan.