Datang: My God of War identity was exposed by the princess

Chapter 48 You can see my old lady's body too? (for collection)

Facing the rotten battle situation in northern Xinjiang, Li Er not only looked gloomy, but was even more angry in his heart.

If all the cities in northern Xinjiang are lost, it means that the Turkic cavalry can drive straight in and approach the city of Chang'an.

Negotiating a peace, Li Er's anger could not be calmed down.

In the battle, Chang'an today has no soldiers to send.

At this time, Li Er was in a dilemma, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

What's more, he had just ascended the throne not long ago.

And still won the throne with extremely disgraceful means.

If Jieli Khan's affairs are not handled well, not only Chang'an is in danger.

Datang is in danger!

"Is it war or peace?"

Li Erqiang held back the anger in his heart and asked loudly.

Seeing that Long Yan was furious, everyone stopped arguing immediately.

Is it war or peace?

……

Northern Xinjiang, outside Yizhou City.

Duan Xiaofan led the remaining two hundred tiger and leopard riders, and began to fulfill their oath.

The living collect the corpses of the dead.

"Why don't you say you have no clothes? The same robe with your son."

"Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. I have the same hatred with my son!"

Everyone chanted in a low voice while carrying the corpses of Yizhou people.

This is what the old one-armed man used to beat drums on the city wall to cheer for the prodigal sons and others.

But now, the prodigal son and others have also learned it.

"Old One Arm, after I go down, let's have a good drink!"

"Old Wangtou next door, don't always think about other people's wives after you go down..."

"Goofy, you are so worthless, you only know how to marry a wife!"

Everyone murmured and laughed.

All of them have red eyes, and their expressions are even more half-smile, half-cry...

The Youzhou soldiers not far away watched the scene in front of them silently.

I was even more moved by it.

As soldiers in northern Xinjiang, they are not afraid of dying in battle.

They are afraid that no one will collect the corpse for them, and they will not be able to rest in the ground.

At this time,
The scene of the prodigal son and the tiger and leopard riding deeply touched the softest part of their hearts.

Everyone watched and couldn't help but chanted in a low voice.

Just singing and singing, tears fell like rain.

It is said that men do not cry easily.

Just not to the heartbreak.

"What are they doing?"

Seeing this scene, Chai Rourou couldn't help frowning and asked.

"Go back to the princess, they are collecting the corpses of the defenders and people who died in battle..."

"This seems to be an agreement between them."

Deputy General Zhan Dapeng said in a hoarse voice.

"Brother Xiaofan..."

Looking at the figure of the prodigal son in the distance, Chai Rourou murmured choked up.

Is this still the notorious Chang'an prodigal son?

Is this still the little bastard who peeked at himself?

What has he experienced?
Chai Rourou didn't know why the prodigal son had such a big change.

I don't even know what he went through.

All she knew was that her former brother Xiaofan had returned.

……

Duan Xiaofan led the crowd, and it took a long time to bury all the people in Yizhou.

They were buried under a hillside not far from the city.

They could clearly see the gate of Yizhou.

They can clearly look at the land they love so much.

They will love this new home.

Because they love this piece of land where they used to live so deeply.

There is no grave mound, only a broken plank.

"The Han people in Yizhou would rather die than surrender, and swear to die rather than retreat."

"The Han people in Yizhou, their souls are still there, and they will always guard the northern border."

The prodigal son wrote these two lines of big characters with blood from his own wound.

After writing the tombstone, the prodigal son still felt that something was missing.

What is missing?

"Xiahoudun, why do I feel that something is missing?"

The prodigal son turned his head and asked Xiahou Dun who was beside him.

"Go back to the general, there are some sacrifices missing."

Xiahou Dun thought for a while and said.

Correct!
The sacrifice is missing!

All the defenders of Yizhou died in battle, and none of them retreated.

All the people in Yizhou were killed in battle, and no one survived.

So tragic, so desolate.

What about ordinary offerings?
These tens of thousands of loyal souls, only the blood of Turkic cavalry can appease them!
However, the prodigal son of Jieli Khan, that old bastard's dog head, can't get it now...

"Brother Xiaofan, I'm Xiaorou."

At this time, Chai Wenrou, who was dressed in red armor, came slowly, and said tearfully beside the prodigal son.

At this time, Chai Rourou is tender like water.

If Wangcai and Laifu saw it, their jaws would drop in shock.

"Xiaorou..."

The prodigal son turned his head to Chai Rourou and said with a sad smile.

After all, the original owner of my body had peeked at her taking a bath.

Now that they meet again, the prodigal son will be torn apart.

"Xiaorou, what about the Turkic general? I want to use his dog's head as a sacrifice!"

After a short period of embarrassment, the prodigal son quickly turned his eyes away from Chai Wenrou's 'chest', looked at the tombstone and said very deeply.

Although he is not as shameless and shameless as the original owner of the body.

But his acting skills, which are comparable to Oscar winners, are unmatched.

His forlorn eyes.

His tragic voice.

In an instant, Chai Wenrou clenched her fists tightly, and the overwhelming anger was once again set off in her heart.

"Brother Xiaofan, let's chop off the dog's head of the Turkic offal general and pay homage to these loyal souls!"

As Chai Rourou said, he turned his head and looked at the lieutenant general Zhan Dapeng beside him.

"Princess, do you want to ask the governor's opinion on this matter?"

Zhan Dapeng said hesitantly.

Now that the war in northern Xinjiang is rotten, if this Ash Zhenxiang is sent to Chang'an.

This is simply a great credit!
But it's really a pity that Princess Cheshire wanted to kill this Turkic general.

"You don't even listen to the words of the princess?"

Chai Wenrou stared at Zhan Dapeng viciously, and questioned him word by word in a cold voice.

Zhan Dapeng has seen the methods of this little princess before.

How dare you say more?

He hurriedly ordered someone to bring Ash Zhenxiang up.

The lawless Chai Rourou, in terms of causing trouble, is even worse than the prodigal son.

After all, she is a girl, and she is still in Youzhou, so she is not as famous as the prodigal son.

"What a handsome female two-legged sheep, sooner or later you will be the prey of our Turkic warriors!"

Ash Zhenxiang's greedy eyes kept wandering on Chai Rourou's body.

That wretched tone was infinitely arrogant!

And as his voice fell.

Just listen to "Dang Clang".

Chai Rourou directly pulled out the saber from Zhan Dapeng's waist.

"Pfft!"

With blood splashing everywhere, Ash Zhenxiang's head fell to the ground.

Neat.

"You can also see my mother's body?"

Chai Wenrou said in a cold voice.

Duan Xiaofan on the side only felt a chill in his crotch, and subconsciously clamped his legs.

The original owner of the body, but I peeked at her taking a bath when I was a child!

If she had a knife in her hand at that time.

If it weren't for the prodigal son running fast at that time.

Not to mention Lao Tzu's lifeblood, even my little life is gone, right?

That damned original owner, you are a fool!
Duan Xiaofan was instantly blinded by the anger of the original owner of the body, and fell hard on Chai Rourou's choppy body.

(End of this chapter)