"Yes!" The blood-clothed guards responded in unison, taking out their weapons and slashing at the dozen or so people kneeling on the ground.
The dozen or so generals kneeling on the ground realized that they were on the verge of death. They had not yet had time to resist. They had enough strength.
But they did not resist. They looked up to the sky and roared with extreme grief and anger: "Prince Qingjun, why do you treat us like this?"
"Why do you let these villains with unknown origins come to massacre us? Ah..."
The screams echoed in the air, and then stopped suddenly. Their heads were severely chopped off, and more than a dozen heads fell to the ground!
After a while, more than a dozen generals were brought here and killed like pigs and sheep.
They still have strength, but they don't resist!
By evening, seven groups of generals had been brought here and all of them were killed.
And among the generals who were beheaded, the ones with the lowest strength could reach the seventh or eighth level of the Martial Lord Realm!
There are even masters at the ninth level of the Martial Lord Realm, but there are no masters at the Half-Step King Realm yet!
When evening came, the middle-aged man in blood-clothed clothes, Mr. Xue, waved his hand and said: "We will kill here today. We will kill almost half of the generals above centurion today, and we will kill the remaining half tomorrow."
"Hahahaha," he was so proud that he looked up to the sky and laughed.
The middle-aged scribe ordered the blood-clothed guards: "Go deep into each barracks and supervise them to prevent any trouble."
"Once someone dares to cause trouble, we will bring out the warrant from Prince Qing and suppress them. These people will not dare to resist."
The hundreds of blood-clad guards all responded.
One of them laughed and said: "This Prince Qingjun's warrant is really effective. These brainless pariahs saw us taking out Prince Qingjun's warrant and immediately became obedient."
"Obviously he is strong enough to kill me easily, but he kneels down when I ask him to. I ask him to lick my shoes, and he licks my shoes. I don't even dare to resist even if I kill him, hahahaha..."
These blood-clad guards all burst into triumphant laughter!
After they dispersed, in the shadow of a corner, a figure slowly stood up, it was Chen Feng.
At this time, his face was full of anger, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes.
His face was filled with cold murderous intent, and he softly uttered one sentence: "These dogs should all be killed!"
If he can't guess the truth now, he will be really stupid.
Obviously, these blood-clothed guards are the power of the royal family, but their strength should not be strong. At least the blood-clothed guards that Chen Feng saw were not too strong.
The most powerful one is just the middle-aged man in red armor, who is the peak one-star Martial King!
They were not strong enough, but they obviously had a warrant from Prince Qingjun, and the soldiers of Prince Qingjun's army did not dare to resist after seeing the warrant.
Although their strength was far superior to these blood-clothed guards, they allowed the other party to slaughter them like pigs and sheep!
Chen Feng believed that King Qingjun had never issued this warrant, nor had King Qingjun mentioned it to him, which meant that this warrant was definitely a forgery!
In Chen Feng's heart, he was also the supreme commander of this army at this time, and he felt a strong sense of dissatisfaction and resentment toward the generals, including the daughter of Prince Qing.
"Are these people all dead? Damn it, are these people freeloaders? These bloody blood-clad guards are killing your subordinates and killing your friends, and you just sit back and do nothing?"
"You guys are useless? At this time, it's time for you to stand up and stabilize the overall situation. When you stand up and shout, you are really a bunch of mud that can't hold up the wall! Trash!"
At this time, Chen Feng felt that Qing Wudi's daughter and the generals in this army were the ones who deserved the most death.
He even wanted to kill these people after killing the blood-clothed guards!
This is a barracks.
These blood-clad guards were beating and scolding here wantonly. They would pick out anyone at random and kick him hard, slap him in the face, humiliate him crazily, even trample him under their feet, step on his face with their feet, and say something in their mouths.
Let out a very proud laugh!
There are hundreds of soldiers in this barracks, and there are more than a dozen officers inside, whose strength is definitely no less than those of these blood-clad guards.
However, when these blood-clothed guards were punishing the murderers, no one dared to make a move. They all sat on the ground.
Although many of them were so angry that their faces were red, they clenched their fists tightly, and almost couldn't help but stand up, but no one stood up or took action.
They all suppressed themselves tightly, even though their eyes were red with anger and their breathing was heavy.
But they are still enduring, they are enduring.
Because they are subordinates of King Qingjun, they are loyal soldiers for the Qin Dynasty. They always remember the oath they swore when they joined this army, and they always remember the teachings given to them by King Qingjun.
"Be loyal to Prince Qing, even if you die, even if Prince Qing asks you to die, you will kill yourself immediately with a knife!"
In their minds, King Qingjun is heaven and everything, and no one will disobey his orders.
Because these people came with the order from King Qingjun, and they were loyal to King Qingjun, so they did not dare to disobey this order.
The sad thing is that no one knows that this warrant is actually a forgery, and Prince Qingjun has already been sent to prison!
In fact, if hundreds of them took action at this time, they could immediately kill these dozen blood-clothed guards to a pulp.
But they are still enduring it, enduring it!
These blood-clothed guards have clearly seen their thoughts and figured this out very thoroughly, so they are unscrupulous!
A guard in blood clothes suddenly strode over, grabbed a centurion by the collar, pulled him up, and then slapped the centurion hard on the face.
This centurion's case was far better than that of the blood-clothed guard, but he stood motionless and allowed the blood-clothed guard to humiliate him wantonly.
After several slaps, his face was as big as a pig's head, and his face was already swollen.
He was so angry that he was trembling all over, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing!
The blood-clothed guard laughed triumphantly, suddenly opened his eyes, and roared ferociously: "How dare you show such an expression on your face? Are you dissatisfied with us?"
"Let me tell you, if you are dissatisfied with us, you are dissatisfied with Prince Qing!"
He exclaimed jokingly: "Get on your knees!"
The centurion suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were not filled with anger, but with grievance and confusion.
