1012: War in Northern Xinjiang (48)

"Today, I will teach you a word - the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit!"

Jiang Pengji's horsewhip was wrapped in her hand, pressing against the opponent's face, leaving a red mark.

The Seventh Prince pursed his lips to save his saliva, and spat a mouthful of blood foam at Jiang Pengji, but the latter had already noticed that he didn't spray anyone.

He breathed heavily and said, "Stop talking nonsense-you also said that winners and losers-those people, hehe, they deserve to die! Don't talk about our three tribes in northern Xinjiang, even you self-proclaimed benevolent people, why don't you Have you ever treated the captives kindly? Don’t put gold on your face.”

In this era of cold weapons, captives cannot be called human beings at all, and they do not deserve to be treated like human beings. At best, they are just spoils of war. The winner has the right to dispose of his spoils. This is an eternal iron law, and the Seventh Prince will not repent or be ashamed because of this.

Because Beijiang won, they have the right to deal with the people in the three cities of Shangyu.

Men were killed to satisfy their bloodthirsty and violent impulses.

The women raped, using their bodies and crying to satisfy their inner desires.

This is the right of the winner. What face does the loser have to fight for his rights and treatment?

Instead of being angry, Jiang Pengji smiled, and she asked, "According to your logic, it is justifiable for me to slaughter all the barbarians in northern Xinjiang?"

Although it was a question, Jiang Pengji used a very firm statement tone, and every word was full of terrifying killing intent.

The Seventh Prince trembled all over, his pale complexion turned livid.

"You are not a willow thief, can you count on what you say?"

Don't look at the righteousness of the Seventh Prince's mouth, but he is also a standard double standard. When Northern Xinjiang was victorious, they could massacre, plunder, and humiliate the enemy wantonly, but when they were defeated by the enemy, they couldn't bear the enemy treating them like this.

Jiang Pengji said, "What I say naturally means what it says."

The Seventh Prince was stunned for a moment, a terrible idea invaded his brain, and his increasingly confused consciousness instantly gathered together.

"You—you are—"

At that moment, the seventh prince had the illusion of aphasia.

If he remembered correctly, the young general in front of him was beheading the three generals of Beijiang in a row. He... no, how could she be a willow thief?

"Liu Xi?" The Seventh Prince cried out in surprise, lying on the horse's back and gasping for breath, "How could you be Liu Xi?"

Jiang Pengji raised her hand and tapped her ears with her little finger, and clicked her tongue.

"Why are you so surprised? Have you never seen the lord who ended up fighting in person?"

The Seventh Prince was so choked by her words that his intestines turned green with remorse.

If they had known that she was Liu Xi, they would have killed her even if they tried all means.

The seventh prince forgot, their acting king also ordered to let the cold arrow go, and the result?

In the end, Jiang Pengji didn't even hurt a single hair.

Don't be ashamed!

The Seventh Prince was in a cold sweat recalling the conversation between the two just now, and the surroundings were full of screams, which gave him great psychological pressure.

"The Han family in the Central Plains believes in Confucianism and Taoism, and they claim to be benevolent and benevolent. Do you really dare to risk the displeasure of the world and slaughter the entire northern border?"

The Seventh Prince stared at Jiang Pengji.

Man is the knife and I am the fish.

The balance of the battlefield tilted to Jiang Pengji's side, and nearly half of the territory in Northern Xinjiang fell into the opponent's pocket. The Seventh Prince really couldn't hold back.

Hearing what the other party said, Jiang Pengji laughed.

"I understand one sentence. Morality is for gentlemen, not villains. You can slaughter innocent people in Shangyu without scruple, but we can't. We have to treat you kindly, right?" Jiang Pengji raised her hand and pinched the Seventh Prince's chin. , with a little force, he felt that Jiang Pengji's hands were like iron pincers, almost crushing his mandible, "Tsk, your face is really big."

The Seventh Prince was in so much pain that he was forced to cry, and more fresh and viscous blood gushed out from the wound.

Jiang Pengji smiled, "Don't worry, I won't slaughter Beijiang, but from now on, I will let Beijiang become history."

There was a cold light in her eyes, and the Seventh Prince's heart skipped a beat, with a vague premonition.

"What's the meaning?"

The Seventh Prince was short of breath,

Pale and bleeding cheeks were stained with abnormal flushing.

"When people with the blood of northern Xinjiang don't speak barbarian language, don't know barbarian language, or even forget where their ancestors came from - this should be considered extermination, right?" Jiang Pengji smiled like a flower, but in the eyes of the seventh prince, she was ferocious Like a rakshasa ghost, "It's a pity you can't see it."

The Seventh Prince was so angry that blood rushed straight to his brain, and he fainted from the force of anger.

Jiang Pengji sneered in disdain, jumped onto Xiaobai's horse with the machete in hand, and pulled the reins.

"Xiaobai - let's go!"

The tens of thousands of cavalry in northern Xinjiang were pinned down by the left and right wings of Jiang Pengji's army, unable to return to defense.

The elite main force was rushed into chaos by three thousand heavy cavalry, the soldiers were wailing, and the formation of the army was in chaos.

Seeing this, Fu Wang ordered decisively—the whole army attacked!

The elite of the Chinese army followed behind the heavy cavalry and rushed towards the enemy's main force, harvesting the enemy's heads.

"Kill—who told you to hide behind—"

The situation turned down in an instant, and the sixth prince looked at the situation on the battlefield, his eyes were bloodshot with anger.

The northern Xinjiang cavalry is always invincible, how could it fail?

The enemy has only 3,000 heavy cavalry, how can they force back their more than 100,000 troops?

The sixth prince couldn't accept such a failure, but the reality gave him a slap in the face——

Northern Xinjiang cavalry is not invincible, they hit the iron plate.

"Whoever dares to take a step back will be shot and killed—"

The sixth prince drew his sword and killed several fleeing soldiers, trying to stabilize the morale of the army.

However, it was too late——

As soon as the three thousand heavy cavalry came up, they rushed forward in a crushing posture, killing the people of northern Xinjiang, and giving them great psychological oppression. Before the heavy cavalry was exhausted, Fu Wang led the army to rush forward, not only supporting the exhausted heavy cavalry, but also taking the "baton" from them, further suppressing the fighting spirit of Northern Xinjiang, and completely destroying their courage——

The momentum of the northern Xinjiang army was already sluggish, and it was even more impossible to fight now.

"Representing the king - let's withdraw -"

The Northern Xinjiang general guarded the sixth prince, his resolute face showed a rare fragility, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Withdraw now, we still have a chance—"

The fighting spirit has been wiped out. If Beijiang does not withdraw, the loss will only increase.

At this time, the main general should decisively withdraw from the stop loss.

The Sixth Prince gritted his teeth unwillingly, if it was a fight now, wouldn't the willow thief take advantage of the victory to pursue him?

"Let's withdraw—withdraw into the king's city, or it will be too late—"

At this time, the eldest prince in armor and covered in scarlet came riding on horseback, his eyes filled with tiredness.

The sixth prince clenched his fists angrily, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word——

"withdraw!"

What can I do if I am not reconciled?

He didn't want to put his life here.

The third prince closely followed the elder prince's footsteps. He had a fierce battle just now, and he had several wounds on his body, and he was full of blood.

"Withdraw now?"

The eldest prince shouted, "Third brother, if you don't withdraw, you won't have a chance to leave—"

The third prince opened his eyes wide, his brown pupils were filled with sadness, as if he was about to shed tears.

"Withdraw now, what about our cavalry!"