Chapter three hundred and sixty seventh forehead real hero
Last time Jia Liu was far away and couldn't see clearly what Wu Sanniang looked like. This time I used a telescope to take a closer look and I had to admit that Wu Sanniang looked really cool.
It's not the beauty of a lady, not the beauty of Xiaojiabiyu, nor the beauty of a prostitute, but the beauty of a heroine.
Probably comparable to some of the red ladies seen in villain books in previous lives.
Judging from her origins, she is somewhat similar to the senior sister who was exposed in the red light - that poor Han woman who was made into a specimen by the foreign powers.
Although everyone's position is actually the same, the matter has reached this point and there is no possibility of negotiation between the two parties.
As Prime Minister and Minister of Military Affairs of Shandong, Jia Liu must make decisions and cut through the mess quickly.
Today, the yellow mantle of his consort Jia Jia can only be dyed red with the blood of these simple anti-Qing martyrs.
Including the chivalrous woman Wu Sanniang.
After sighing, Jia Liu put down his telescope. He wanted Sanniangzi to know how powerful he was.
"shot!"
As Jia Liu waved his right hand, a volley of guns was fired, and a dozen of the fastest Eight Banners soldiers were shot and fell to the ground.
The sound of gunfire also caused a group of Eight Banners soldiers who fled here to instinctively stop their feet and look in horror at the black hole of the gun pointed at them in front of them.
Under the command of Chang Wei's army, Deb from Sauron held a sword and moved forward. He looked at the Eight Banners soldiers in front of him and shouted: "The Prime Minister has an order. Anyone who retreats without permission will be killed!"
In the distance, artillery array.
Yang Zhi sniffed, twisted his lips and whispered to Fan Wei, the trainee military advisor next to him: "That third lady will definitely be frightened and go back to the city."
"How can I see it?"
Fan Wei admired Sanniangzi very much. Although her obsessive obedience to the leader was almost foolish, she was indeed a rare heroine and a banner in the ever-victorious army.
"If my young master goes crazy and even kills his own people, how can his wife not be afraid?"
Yang Zhi looked very serious and was not talking nonsense.
"Well, Mr. Gui is very powerful. I heard that he could even kill himself if he got ruthless."
Fan Wei was talking about Lord Gui jumping into a river just after arriving in Qing Dynasty. When he first heard about this, he admired Lord Gui quite a lot, because he was a top-notch hero no matter which camp he was placed in.
Now when I look at it carefully, I have even more admiration for Mr. Gui family. His ability to bend and stretch to such an extent is incomparable to none other than the founder of the country, Emperor Taizu.
If you can be appreciated by the masters of the ghost family, you should try your best to repay them with what you have learned in your life.
That guy Wang Lun simply made his pearl fall into dust.
At first I thought he was a real dragon, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a python that wasn't even a dragon.
The true dragon is the treasure of the West!
Mr. Jia's ruthlessness is not just bragging.
Wu Sanniang was really frightened and went back to the city.
After the cavalry of the Ever Victorious Army was bombarded by the Qing artillery for a while without distinguishing between friend and foe, less than two-thirds remained.
In addition, Chang Wei's army looked like the elite of the Qing army, and the Manchu generals personally supervised the battle. Wu Sanniang knew that it would be difficult to disperse with less than 200 men under his command, so she accepted the offer and accepted it.
"Sir, the bandits and cavalry have withdrawn!"
Deb asked whether to pursue.
Jia Liu took a look with a telescope and said, "Forget it, it's going to rain and my mother wants to get married. Let them be."
Even if you chase it, you can't catch it. Two legs can outrun four legs.
He once again looked at the group of Eight Banners soldiers who were shocked by the volley of guns, and his eyes were full of hatred that iron cannot be transformed into steel.
"grown ups,"
Counselor Yingjitu, who was wrapped up by the defeated soldiers and even lost his helmet, knelt down under Jia Liu's horse in shame.
Jia Liu didn't look at Yingji Tu, but looked at the dark defeated Eight Banners soldiers in front of him, and said coldly: "Everyone of the sixth rank and above must come out!"
Don't dare to disobey military orders.
Even though many of these officers had prominent ancestors and had relatives of high-ranking officials in the court, within the system of the Qing Dynasty, the prime minister, Shandong Minister of Military Affairs, was their god.
Dozens of Eight Banners officers from the forward battalion, guard battalion, good fighting battalion, and firearms battalion came out of the crowd, either actively or passively.
Jia Liu's whip was pointed at a bearded leader.
His intuition told him that bearded people are generally more ruthless.
The two soldiers stepped forward and pulled out the bearded leader without any explanation, and then pulled his braid hard, causing his head to lower forward.
When the leader realized that he was about to be executed, he did not hold his head high as the prime minister thought. Instead, he was trembling with fear, his limbs were shaking, his teeth were shaking, and his eyelids were shaking.
He didn't want to die, he wanted to struggle, he wanted to resist, but he just didn't dare to move.
It was as if my body was held in place by magic, except that it was still shaking.
Jia Liu waved his hand and a big knife fell.
With the sound of "Puff", the bearded Zuoling's neck was split into two.
The body was kneeling, and the head was held in someone's hands.
Dozens of officers and a group of Eight Banners soldiers all changed their colors, but it was not anger, but fear.
The Prime Minister pointed his whip again.
A co-leader was taken out of the crowd and also knelt down.
The knife rises, the knife falls.
One after another, under everyone's gaze, seven Eight Banners officers were beheaded in public.
The prime minister's whip is like the pipe of the Lord of Hell. Whoever it points at will die.
Some shouted for mercy, some moved out Amma and Mafa, and some said which palace they were from, but without exception, it didn't work.
The eighth person pointed was Andershan, the commander of the guard camp. When the whip was pointed at him, he subconsciously wanted to move to the side.
But the whip stared at him like a long eye.
Finally, Andershan was dragged out like a pig.
"Don't embarrass me in the next life."
Jia Liu's voice was very calm, not roaring, not roaring, just a light sentence.
"Master, have mercy on me, master, have mercy on me! This slave is from Prince Xin's Mansion, and this slave is from Prince Xin's Mansion."
Andershan knocked his head on the ground again and again, making a dent.
"It's rare that you call me master, so I, the master, will personally send you on your way."
Jia Liu sighed, looking a little sad. He got off his horse and walked to Andershan, and slowly took out his Bibilong sword.
In order to make the Eight Banners strong again, the most precious sword of the Qing Dynasty must see blood.
"Master Ying, save me! Master Ying, save me!"
Andershan asked Yingjitu for help in fear, his voice was shrill and harsh.
Yingjitu ignored him and just knelt there with his head lowered.
"Good slave, you can die by the sword of Ju Bilong without any injustice!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Liu's sword was chopped down in his hand.
"Pfft!"
Blood spurted out and splashed on the inexperienced Jia Liu's face, it was fishy and hot.
Looking at the good slave's head that fell to the ground, Jia Liu turned around and shouted: "Yingji Tu!"
Yingjitu was excited and responded loudly: "The end will be here!"
"Do you want to die in battle like a hero, or do you want to die like a coward under the sword of Ye Bilong?"
Jia Liu gave the choice, and he still admired Yingji Tu.
Without any hesitation, Yingjitu clenched his fists and kowtowed heavily: "Sir, I am willing to die in battle!"
"Okay, organize all the battalions and follow me to fight again!"
The Ebilong knife pointed firmly at Linqing City in the distance, but the sweat on the owner's forehead could not stop dripping down. Every part of his body was covered in sweat - as if the head coach was warming up, vowing to break through for the unsatisfactory players.
Opponent's goal.
Within sight, the horizon seemed to be burning, and the rising heat distorted Linqing City.
"Be born in the Military Aircraft Department, and die in the Ziguang Pavilion!"
The heroic roar of the Prime Minister resounded throughout the world.
"Be born in the Military Aircraft Department, and die in the Ziguang Pavilion!"
"kill!"
The fish in the canal were frightened by the Qing army's shouts of killing, and the war horses were frightened so much that they snorted continuously, and the birds hovering in the sky were so frightened that they fled far away.
"This is the true Manchu hero, the true Batu Lu!"
Asha, the censor of the capital, abandoned his subordinates and fled to the boat. His face turned red with embarrassment. He looked at the flowing canal water and had the urge to jump into the river.
However, he finally suppressed his impulse.
The sound of artillery sounded again, breaking the battlefield that had been silent for a long time.
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