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Chapter 358

The last time Jia Liu was far away, he couldn't see Wu Sanniang's face clearly. This time, he looked carefully with binoculars, and he had to admit that Wu Sanniang was indeed quite attractive.

It is not the beauty of a lady, the beauty of Xiaojiabiyu, or the beauty of a man in the world, but the handsomeness of a heroine.

It is probably comparable to the red lady seen in the villain book in the previous life.

From the point of view of origin alone, she is a bit similar to the senior sister in the red light—the poor Han woman who was stuffed by the great powers.

Although everyone's position is actually the same, the matter has reached this point, and there is no possibility of any negotiation between the two sides.

As Prime Minister Shandong Military Affairs Minister, Jia Liu had to make a decision, and he had to cut through the mess quickly.

Today, the blood of these simple anti-Qing righteous men can only be used to stain the yellow jacket of Jia Jia's forehead red.

Including Wu Sanniang, a chivalrous woman.

After sighing, Jia Liu put down the binoculars, he wanted to let San Niangzi know how powerful he was.

"shot!"

With Jia Liu's right hand swung out, a volley of guns fired, and a dozen of the fastest running Eight Banners soldiers fell to the ground.

The sound of gunfire also caused a group of Eight Banners soldiers who fled here to stop instinctively, staring in horror at the black muzzle pointing at them ahead.

The commander of the Changwei army, Debu from Sauron, held his sword forward, looked at the Eight Banners soldiers in front of him, and shouted: "The Prime Minister has an order, and those who retreat without permission will be killed!"

In the distance, artillery formations.

Yang Zhi sniffled, and whispered to Fan Wei, a trainee military teacher next to him, "The third lady will definitely be scared and go back to the city."

“How come you see?”

Fan Wei admired San Niangzi very much. Although she followed the leader obsessively and was almost foolish, she was indeed a rare heroine and a banner in the ever-victorious army.

"My young master went crazy and even killed his own people, won't her third lady be afraid?"

Yang Zhi looked very serious, not talking nonsense.

"Well, Mr. Guijia is very powerful. I heard that he is so ruthless that he even kills himself."

What Fan Wei was talking about was that Master Guijia jumped into the river when he first came to Qing Dynasty. When he first heard about this incident, he admired Master Guijia, because Ning Zhe Buyi is a first-class hero in the world no matter which camp he is placed in.

Now that I am finely crafting it, I admire Master Guijia even more. His ability to bend and stretch to this point is incomparable to the founding emperor Taizu.

I can be appreciated by the adults of the ghost family, and I should try my best to repay it with what I have learned in my life.

That fellow Wang Lun simply let his pearls fall into the dust.

I thought he was a real dragon at first, but I didn't want to be a python who can't even be called a dragon.

The real dragon, the baby of the West!
Mr. Jia's ruthlessness is not bragging.

Wu Sanniang was really frightened and went back to the city.

After the cavalry of the Ever Victorious Army was bombarded randomly by the Qing Army artillery for a while, less than two-thirds remained.

In addition, Chang Wei's army was clearly the elite of the Qing army, and with the Manchurian general personally supervising the battle, Wu Sanniang knew that it would be difficult to disperse with less than two hundred men under her command, so she accepted it as soon as it was good.

"My lord, the thieves and cavalry have withdrawn!"

Deb asked whether to pursue.

Jia Liu glanced at it with the binoculars, "Forget it, it's going to rain, mother is going to get married, let them go."

You can't even catch up, but you can outrun four with two legs.

Looking at the group of Eight Banners rout soldiers who were stunned by the volley of guns again, their eyes were full of hatred.

"grown ups,"

Counselor Yingjitu, who was wrapped up by the defeated soldiers and even lost his helmet, knelt under Jia Liuma in shame.

Jia Liu didn't look at the map of Yingji, but looked at the defeated soldiers of the Eight Banners in front of him, and said coldly, "All those who are above the sixth rank come out!"

Military orders dare not violate.

Even though many of these military officers have prominent ancestors, and there are relatives of high-ranking officials in the court, within the system of the Qing Dynasty, the Prime Minister Shandong Military Affairs Minister is their god.

Dozens of Eight Banners officers from the former battalion front, guard battalion, Shanpu battalion, and firearms battalion stepped out of the crowd either actively or passively.

Jia Liu's whip pointed at a bearded leader.

Intuition told him that bearded people are generally more ruthless.

Two soldiers stepped forward and pulled out the bearded Zuo Ling without any explanation, and then pulled his braid, making his head lower forward.

The leader realized that he was going to be executed, and he didn't hold his head up as the prime minister thought. Instead, he was trembling with fright, his limbs were trembling, his teeth were shaking, and his eyelids were trembling.

He didn't want to die, he wanted to struggle, he wanted to resist, but he just didn't dare to move.

The body seemed to be immobilized by magic, except for trembling.

Jia Liu waved his hand, and a big knife fell down.

With the sound of "噗嗤", the neck of the bearded Zuo Ling was split in two.

Kneeling, with his head held in his hands.

Dozens of officers and the Eight Banners soldiers all changed their colors, but they were not angry, but fearful.

The prime minister pointed his whip again.

A co-leader was led out from the crowd and also knelt down.

The knife rises and 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 Yan Wangye's pipe, whichever one is pointed at will die.

Some shouted and begged for mercy, some moved out of Ama and Mafa, and some said which palace they belonged to, but without exception, none of them worked.

The eighth person pointed at was Andarshan, the leader 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 long eyes.

In the end, Andarshan was dragged out like a pig.

"In the next life, don't lose the face of my Eight Banners again."

Jia Liu's voice was very calm, no growling, no roaring, just a light sentence.

"Master, spare your life, master, spare your life! This slave is from Prince Xin's Mansion, this slave is from Prince Xin's Mansion."

Andalshan knocked his head on the ground again and again, forcing a dent.

"It's rare for you to call me master, so let me, the master, personally send you on your way."

Jia Liu sighed, with a sad expression on his face, turned from his horse and walked down to Andarshan, and slowly drew out his Yebilong sword.

In order to make the Eight Banners strong again, the first treasured sword of the Qing Dynasty must see blood.

"Master Ying, save me! Lord Ying, save me!"

Andarshan begged for help from Yingjitu in fear, his voice shrill and ear-piercing.

But Yingjitu didn't hear it, just knelt there with his head bowed.

"Good slave, you are not wronged to die under Ye Bilong's knife!"

As soon as the words fell, the Yebilong sword in Jia Liu's hand was chopped off.

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted out, splashing the inexperienced Jia Liu's face, it was fishy and hot.

Glancing at the head of the good slave who fell to the ground, Jia Liu turned around abruptly and yelled, "Yingjitu!"

Yingjitu shuddered and responded loudly: "The end is here!"

"Will you die in battle like a hero, or die like a coward under the knife of Ye Bilong!"

Jia Liu gave a choice, and he still appreciates Yingjitu.

Without any hesitation, Yingjitu clenched his fists and kowtowed heavily: "My lord, the general is willing to die in battle!"

"Okay, rectify the battalions, and fight again with me!"

Ye Bilong pointed firmly at Linqing City in the distance, but the owner of the knife was sweating uncontrollably from his forehead, and his whole body was full of sweat—as if the head coach was warming up, vowing to break through for the unsatisfied players. opponent's goal.

Within sight, the horizon seemed to be burning, and the rising heat distorted Linqing City.

"Born into the Military Aircraft Department, died into the Ziguang Pavilion!"

The heroic roar of the prime minister resounded through the sky and the earth.

"Born into the Military Aircraft Department, died into the Ziguang Pavilion!"

"kill!"

The fish in the canal were frightened by the shouts of the Qing army and jumped out of the water, the horses were frightened and kept snorting, and the flying birds hovering in the air were frightened and fled far away.

"Here, a true Manchurian hero, a true Baturu!"

The capital censor A Siha, who abandoned his subordinates and fled to the boat, flushed with shame, looked at the flowing canal water, and had the urge to jump into the river.

However, he finally suppressed the impulse.

The cannon sounded again, breaking the battlefield that had not been silent for a long time.

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