Chapter 235:

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Zong Chen's men are good at water masters, slippery like a fish burst from the bottom of the water, unpredictably appear under the horseshoe of Jinpeng Pixiu two knights, do nothing, specifically cut the horse's legs, instantly pour a pile, the formation behind Disrupted, when they struggled up, Helian Zheng's people had rushed.
Helianzheng, who hates his father’s hatred, will naturally not be weak. Killing people is like cutting tofu and leading the famous warrior Ba Biao, like nine whirlwinds, into the enemy army. Wherever he passes, the blood light illuminates the night. Dye the grassland red.
The Pixiu Department was originally the weakest of the twelve, otherwise it would not be divided on the periphery of the grassland, and the power that could be dispatched was limited. Because the Jinpeng Department was still fighting for the kingship with the other departments, it could be used to intercept Helian Zheng. The people are destined to not be all. The original Jinpeng Ministry calculated that there were not many guards in the company. Although the number of princesses sent by the princess was acceptable, they could be transported slowly by ship. Slaughter, this is a good idea, and it's why Feng Zhiwei and Helian Zheng didn't want to take advantage of Yedu River.
But the Jinpeng Department never thought that Feng Zhiwei had her own strength. The small number of people involved in all aspects of the master. Its combined strength was no less than a small, well-trained army.
What's more, there is a Gu Nanyi who has not shot.
Master Gu used the shape of strolling with his baby in the court, and followed behind Helianzheng, waving his hands to see a large number of ferocious Jinpeng warriors trying to siege Helianzheng from behind. Many people didn’t even know how to die. dead.
When the day was about to dawn, a small-scale battle was destined to have a far-reaching impact.
The leader of Jinpeng Department who was chasing halfway did not look good, and led the rest of the group to escape. The family of Pixiu Department was here, nowhere to escape, most of them abandoned their weapons and surrendered.
The sunlight shone lightly, and the thick blood on the green grass dropped at this time, soaking the black soil more fertile.
The pastures here must be more lush next year.
He Lianzheng walked slowly among dead bodies and scorched smoke. The faint purple eyes were calm and calm. The turquoise robe slowly brushed across the blood, and his prisoners of war shrank under his feet.
"Suddenly check." He suddenly stopped in front of a person and looked down at him. "We are friends who grew up together when we were young. When you were a kid, you won my ride. We met. Your daughter, you want to marry me. Son, my son is not born yet, will you kill your daughter’s future father-in-law at your feet?"
The raid looked up and the prairie man was covered with tears.
"Irji, it was my fault, I was blinded by Hongji La Jinpeng's rhetoric! We... We haven't been able to find a good pasture for so many years, and the original fertile land is gradually occupied by the Firefox Department, Hongji La promised After the event is completed, we will divide the southern grassland into half for us... Therefore, Ji, the people who betrayed the brothers should be damn! But! For the sake of our childhood together, don't sin against my wife and daughter!"
Behind him, the woman and the child cried together and kowtowed to Helian.
He Lianzheng looked at him with his hand down, nodded and said, "You know what to do."
Suddenly check the teeth, pull out the knife and poke it into the heart.
Behind him, the men in the brave poems all drew their swords silently. Dozens of sharp knives drew a bright white arc under the blue sky of the grassland, and then stimulated the bright red blood spring to rise in the sun.
The cry was trembling.
Helian Zheng always looked calmly, not avoiding the blood that slowly ran under his boots.
Immediately, he looked up and looked at the sky-changing white clouds like a hawk, and said lightly:
"All killed."
"Hey!"
Daoguang opened the killing, and Xuehong traversed the sky.
The crying stopped abruptly.
Feng Zhiwei looked away from his off hand and did not stop.
The prairie people have their revenge, and they want to revenge. This is the way of life they choose. If anyone succeeds today, it is impossible to guarantee which of these children will grow up in the future. revenge.
In the grasslands, there is no killing of prisoners of war, only cutting grass and eradicating roots.
In the heart of the unannounced investigation, perhaps the former Helian Zheng, a generous and tolerant teenager, who shoots together, will leave the best prey to his brothers.
But that premise is-still brother.
In fact, as early as last night, when the mother and son of the concubine blamed each other across the bank, and everyone listened with interest, these people were already doomed not to die.
The privacy and dignity of the prairie king’s court must be defended with blood and life.
Only dead people will not spread rumors.
"Twelve Huzhuo, there are currently only eleven." Helianzheng looked up and seemed to mumble, "Who will be the next tribe to be erased?"
"Son!" Liu Mudan ran wetly, without looking at the corpses on the ground. "Kelie, don't kill, she looks very good..."
He Lianzheng pushed away his obsessed old lady, Liu Mudan stumbled back a few steps, and Feng Zhiwei stretched out his hand to hold it.
"Who are you?" Liu Mudan, who was about to spill, saw Feng Zhiwei and turned his head. With a glance, he could see through your cup and hips, and looked at Feng Zhiwei up and down for a long while. Wouldn’t you be the Yingying County Lord who gave the marriage to the court? My God! Why are you so malnourished? Ji Gouer doesn’t know how to be temperate like his father. ?"
"Liu Mudan!" He Lianzheng angrily said, "You go away!"
"You just get away!" Liu Mudan strode to the account and pointed to his nose. "I'm training your wife and concubine, what is your man's mouth? You." She tickled at Feng Zhiwei Hook your finger, "Can't you just give your mother-in-law my head?"
"Mother-in-law" is high on the throne, colorful and colorful, with a precise posture, Hu Nu comes.
Uh, actually Ms. Liu Mudan, crouching on a bluestone pressing the tent, a right hem beveled leather robe stained with muddy water and straw pulp, with red and green, and a yellow belt, with a thought-provoking color matching, right hook Pointing his finger at the county hostess, this generation of princess Shunyi came forward and kowtowed.
At the end of the sentence, at least ten people wanted to come and tuck her under the stone.