Chapter 463 Single-handedly rushing to the city gate
In the early morning of the third day, Wang Jian got ready to go and said goodbye to Sheng Yayu and A Ke who were seeing them off. Then she looked at Zhou Miaotong and Miao Xuan who were silent on the side, smiled slightly, turned around and left.
The four girls returned to the house, practicing or watching TV, but all of them were a little absent-minded.
This is true even for Zhou Miaotong and Miaoxuan who have just started.
Men and women are actually the same thing.
Especially in ancient times, this kind of contact directly caused a qualitative change in the relationship between the two.
Even if there is no emotion, it can be cultivated quickly. Although this is also true in modern times, it is not so obvious after all.
Although the entire imperial city was under martial law, no one could stop Wang Jian from leaving the city, let alone doing it secretly.
Without much effort, he left the city easily. When he arrived outside the city, he was covered in a steel suit, and his feet were spraying flames and he quickly took off.
The speed of the steel suit is so fast, lightning-fast and unparalleled.
And this was in ancient times. There were no satellites or various high-altitude buildings. You only had to be careful of the mountain peaks and you could easily cross it.
He was flying in the air, and from time to time he would perform some difficult movements, just like a flying bird, free and easy.
They were having a great time, until Confusion reminded Wang Jian that he slowed down and looked at the city at his feet, with a sneer on his face.
Shengjing, the Tatars moved their capital here a few years ago.
Although it has only been a few years, it seems that people have put some thought into the construction here and the construction is pretty good.
Looking down from a high altitude, he couldn't see too clearly because there were no satellites, but there were some signs of prosperity.
These so-called prosperity are actually obtained by clearing grass and valleys. To put it simply, they are robbing and not producing themselves.
Oh, it was also produced. Han slaves were the most hardworking and loyal. They sweated and bled for the sake of unification, and also contributed their wives and daughters. It was hard work.
The masters are naturally aloof and might talk about love every day.
Well, let's have some strange love between the female slave and the male master, a counterattack or something. It would be better if there are multiple male masters competing with each other, then it would be more perfect.
Well, this is all a TV show, so fake that I can’t even complain.
In the era of slaves with distinct classes, they still wanted to have these things. Even dreams are more realistic than this.
Wang Jian glanced around, determined the location of the palace, and landed in the wilderness.
He put away his steel suit, took out his Zhang Er spear, wiped the sharp tip, and silently adjusted his breath.
After more than ten minutes, all the complicated emotions such as sadness, anger, ridicule, and powerlessness disappeared one after another, and the whole mind gradually became clear.
Half an hour later, Wang Jian slowly walked towards Shengjing City, exuding cold murderous intent.
This is the Tatar capital, and there are many patrolling Tatar cavalry around.
One of the teams saw Wang Jian, who was not covering up at all, and immediately ran towards him quickly.
Wang Jian ignored a series of incomprehensible nonsense and continued towards Shengjing.
call out!
"It's the South Barbarian!"
"kill him!"
The sound of arrows was heard accompanied by a low shout. Wang Jian flicked the tip of his gun and deflected the arrow attack.
He turned to look at the cavalry team. There were ten people, their faces were covered in dirt and their faces could not be seen clearly.
However, a rat tail on the back of his head is very conspicuous. That rat tail is not the kind that is specially beautified in TV series, but a real rat tail.
There is a small patch on the top of the back of the head, and the rest is bare.
Well, it was quite interesting. Wang Jian couldn't help laughing.
I heard someone say that "Xiu Chun Dao 2" did not respect history and made Zhu Youjian look so sinister.
There are so many people who don't respect history and even get their hairstyle wrong. I feel really sad for us, the audience.
He was laughing, but the people across from him didn't think it was a good intention. Instead, they drew their bows and loaded arrows. Several arrows whizzed towards him, but they were easily dodged by the laughing Wang Jian.
"How awesome is Matt's look? It's awesome!"
Wang Jian chuckled, but his movements were so fast that it was terrifying.
The gun tip easily penetrated one person's throat, and he turned over and kicked the body onto the other person's body.
The Tatar was hit by the corpse, and his body exploded into pieces.
Wang Jian got on his horse, pulled the reins, and controlled the direction. His spear roared, piercing each head like a sharp arrow.
He could kill everywhere in the imperial city, let alone here.
He wants to go on a killing spree, and he won't be as patient as the Luding world.
The two worlds are different. If he wants to rule the world in the Luding world, he cannot let the society be too chaotic, otherwise it will be troublesome to sort it out.
From now on, we just need to gradually eat away at it and then liquidate it when the time comes.
But it is different here. The Ming Dynasty is still under the control of the imperial court. No matter how chaotic it is outside the customs, it will not matter, and it may even be a good thing for the Ming Dynasty.
In this case, there is no reason to endure it.
Besides, he needs to practice shooting, and the best way to practice shooting is with these Tatar heads.
Ten Tatars died at their feet. Wang Jian laughed loudly, pulled the reins, and galloped towards Shengjing.
The movement here has attracted the attention of many slaves outside the city.
When everyone looked at Wang Jian, they looked like gods, and some were even more excited.
These slaves were not voluntary, but were captured and worked as cattle or horses.
Although he didn't know whether Wang Jian could help them escape this nightmare, at least he dared to fight, and that was enough.
Woohoo!
The thick sound of horns conveys a special message.
Soon, when Wang Jian was several hundred meters close to the city gate, the city guards were quickly gathering, drawing their bows and arrows, aiming at Wang Jian, who was slowly approaching.
If Wang Jian wanted to enter the city, there were many ways, but he had gone all the way outside the city before.
The purpose is to destroy the city with absolute force and completely destroy the Tatar spirit and will.
The capital city was blown up by someone single-handedly. This blow was definitely a will-destroying one.
There will definitely be remnants of the Tatars in the future. With their will destroyed and their backbone broken, destruction is not far away.
Not to mention invading the south, it would be good if we could protect ourselves from being annexed by the Mongolian collaborators.
It was based on such considerations that Wang Jian decided to take the risk.
He was even ready to consume the avatar, as he was duty-bound for the sake of this land.
He walked his horse slowly towards the city gate.
He had a cold look on his face and exuded a chilling air. His not-so-handsome face exuded unprecedented charm.
A long spear measuring two feet long, with blood slowly dripping down from it.
The closer he got to the city gate, the sharper aura emanating from his body became stronger.
This aura made not only the war horses beneath him tremble with fear, but if it hadn't been for his order, they would have fallen to the ground vulnerable.
There was a group of Tatars in front of the city gate, and their horses were restless.
Even the people on the horse felt a strange pressure as dark clouds pressed down on the city.
This makes it impossible for them to maintain their previous attitude of wantonly bullying and humiliating in front of the two-legged sheep. Instead, they are more cowardly under the appearance of cruelty, just like hundreds of years later.
"Confused, pay attention to controlling the drone and take pictures of my majestic appearance! This may be the only time in this life where you can brag."