One Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty-Five: Cutting Huang Song, Dongqing 1 Tong (66)

Inhuman!

Is this still human?

For more than half an hour, the lord didn't feel sore hands after continuously wielding a knife to kill people?

He could see clearly that his lord had never lowered the frequency of swinging his knife from the beginning to the end, and he had to shoot down the enemy's sneak attack during the period. No matter how sharp the lord's saber is, it takes a lot of strength to cut off human flesh and bones. How many people did the lord kill this night? How many times did you swing the knife? Xie didn't know the exact number, but he could roughly estimate it. It was a number that made his hands tremble when he saw it!

This is simply not human can do!

Xie Ze suddenly remembered the sneak attack on Shanweng City. He was the main general responsible for that sneak attack, but unexpectedly it fell short. Before he failed, he still wanted to fight with all his strength and risked his life to kill Jiang Pengji, but now he saw that the other party was indeed merciful!

Not to mention risking this life, even if he sacrificed ten lives, Xie Ze didn't think he could kill the other party.

"My lord, I have captured dozens of prisoners—"

Xie Ze endured the idea of ​​complaining, and honestly went to Jiang Pengji to deal with the aftermath.

The enemy suffered heavy casualties, and Xie held a torch and looked around, almost dumbfounded.

Under normal circumstances, when the two armies fought, the proportion of deaths on the spot was not high, and most soldiers died because they could not receive medical treatment.

Xie thought he would be able to capture many wounded soldiers, but he didn't expect that few of the enemies lying on the ground were alive, and most of them were too dead to die.

He took a closer look and found that the death of these enemy soldiers was very uniform. Either their necks were chopped off with a knife, or they were shot to the vitals with precision. Almost all of them were injured when they went to see King Yama on the spot. Daluo Jinxian couldn't save them —— Seeing this, he gasped. Xie Ze thinks he is good at martial arts, and he usually competes with Li Yun, and if the two don't work hard, the outcome is also 50-50.

Even so, he did not dare to say that he could kill the enemy with a single shot.

It is not difficult to kill a person, but the difficulty is to kill one accurately!

My master has done it!

The problem is that she is the lord, not a general who charges into battle.

The lord is the backbone who coordinates the overall situation, the counselors make suggestions for the lord, the generals attack the city for the lord, and the three parties have a clear division of labor.

The results of it?

As a general, Xie Ze was crushed and ravaged over and over again by his lord in his field of expertise.

Xie can say - is he always worried about losing his job?

Although there are countless things to complain about in his heart, Xie Ze is very serious and calm on the surface, giving people an extraordinarily reliable feeling.

Jiang Pengji was sitting on the saddle, and she randomly inserted the Zhanshen Knife by her feet. When she heard Xie Ze's voice, she raised her head and glanced at him.

"There are still living prisoners?"

Xie Ze: "..."

Sure enough, my lord was killed with a knife, obviously not wanting the enemy to live.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand to wipe the blood, although she was full of energy, the warm-up just now made her sweat.

The sweat mixed with the blood of the enemy almost made her face smudged.

"Catch them back and lock them up." Jiang Pengji sniffled, her eyes showing disgust. She raised her hand and wiped the armor, and then wiped off the blood on her face with a relatively dry part. The blood was hanging on the armor. The feeling on the skin is really uncomfortable, "By the way, by the way, torture and torture, if you can ask about Bogao's information. If you can't find out, it will be closed until the end of the war—"

Xie Ze cupped his fists and said, "The last general obeys orders!"

Jiang Pengji asked, "By the way, have any of the enemy's generals been captured?"

Xie Ze turned around and waved his hands, and immediately a soldier escorted the two people bundled up like zongzi.

These two people were not far away from Jiang Pengji, most generals had very good hearing, so they could clearly hear the conversation between Jiang Pengji and Xie Ze. The most important thing is Xie Ze's address to Jiang Pengji - he called Jiang Pengji "Master", what does this mean?

The two had pale faces, their eyes were dull, and even the wounds on their bodies could not distract their attention.

Who the hell knew that the rumored Lord Lanting would personally lead the troops and chase the enemy soldiers at night! ! !

If you know that Jiang Pengji has such a death-seeking character,

They had already exhausted all their forces, and they only had one Jiang Pengji in their eyes.

Three words, beat her to death!

Jiang Pengji casually glanced at the two of them, and said with a cordial smile, "Are you under Bogao's account?"

The two were silent, it's not that they haven't seen Jiang Pengji before.

Back then, Jiang Pengji and Huang Song teamed up to hate Meng Zhan in Cangzhou, and the people under the two tents lived together for a year.

It's night, and from such a long distance, who can recognize Jiang Pengji's blood-stained face?

Don't mention them, her mother can't even recognize them!

One person stuck his neck and said, "It's up to you to kill or cut, so why bother talking!"

Jiang Pengji actually nodded her head and said, "What you said is also reasonable. It would be a waste of my military rations to keep the two of you. After all, food and grass are not abundant, and having two more people means two more mouths. But, I love peace, and I don't Likes to kill—"

She smiled and showed her neat white teeth, and the surrounding atmosphere was strangely silent.

Xie couldn't help turning around and covering his face.

The lord said that she loves peace and doesn't like killing. Even if he could say this out of conscience, he wouldn't recognize the corpses of the enemy soldiers lying on the ground!

Are you sorry for saying this?

The two prisoners were also startled by Jiang Pengji's manipulation, and for a moment they didn't know how to answer the conversation.

All in all, there are too many slots and no mouths.

Just as they were talking, there was a sound of horseshoes coming from a distance, and the eyes of the two brightened up, but soon darkened again.

The people who came were not Huang Song's troops, they were all here to support Jiang Pengji.

"My lord—"

Jiang Pengji said, "It's already been settled here, send someone to clean up the battlefield, the corpses should be dealt with, don't keep them."

The corpses of enemy soldiers were burned and buried on the spot, and the corpses of our own soldiers could be left in an urn, and their souls would return to their hometowns in the future.

She waved her hand, turned over and jumped onto the back of the little white horse.

Feeling sleepy, she couldn't help yawning.

Jiang Pengji's work and rest schedule has always been regular, and she was tired for most of the night, somewhat sleepy.

Leading the soldiers back to the camp, she asked someone to prepare a bucket of clean water for herself to wash off the blood on her body.

Wash in vain, sleep.

For the post-war affairs, Han Yu and Wei Ci should be able to work overtime a few times, and she is responsible for recharging their batteries.

Take a shower and sleep after exercising, and the quality of sleep is exceptionally good.

Huang Song's side was not so comfortable. Tonight's night attack was planned for a long time, aiming at a wave of sneak attacks to bring back the declining morale.

He waited anxiously in the main tent and stayed up all night until the sky turned pale, and his heart sank more and more.

"Report--"

Just when he was disheartened, there was movement outside, and Huang Song was refreshed.

"Tell me, how is the battle going?"

The messenger soldier said dejectedly, "The enemy army has been prepared for a long time, and our army retreats before being entangled by the enemy..."

Huang Song took two steps back in disbelief. If it wasn't for his right hand still supporting the table, he might have lost his composure.

He was short of breath for two minutes, and said in a deep voice, "Call everyone, and discuss the affairs of the master account!"