Chapter 108 Kill

"Good death! Good death! Li Xi's old dog is extinct, and there is no descendant of the Li family, hahahaha!" Pang Zhun, who was watching from afar, raised his fist high, and his gloomy face showed cruel joy. "Immediately send a letter to the second flying pigeon and report this matter!"

The warrior was ordered to write on a piece of silk immediately, then took out a gray carrier pigeon from the cage hanging next to the saddle, folded the silk and put it into the thin bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg.

Pang Zhun looked at General Liang Xingchen, the general of Beichen, who was standing next to Li Qingyu's body with the Mohei's sword, and said in a low voice, "Wait, add a sentence at the end of the letter. Your Highness, just wait for the good news, and you can end the trouble today!"

This place is only a day and a night away from the imperial capital. For the carrier pigeon, it can be delivered in only one afternoon. When His Highness sees the biography, it is the time for him to make contributions.

He glanced around coldly and didn't see the old eunuch who killed like mowing grass. He sneered, "The haunted old man, when you clean up here, the 3,000 armor of Peking University Camp has arrived, and I have to make you die here!"

He straightened his chest, took a deep breath, raised his knife, and roared loudly, "Go, kill the Cang navy, no one left!"

He was the first to rush down from the gentle slope, followed by hundreds of fierce riders, lying on the war horse and charging wildly. This gentle slope set off the speed of the war horse faster, and the defense warriors of the imperial capital who were good at fighting the wind were excited as if they were in heat.

As a private army of the second prince, it must not show up over the years, and it is rare to have military achievements at hand. How can it not be arrogant?

From the moment Li Qingqi fell and dismount, these dozens of naval fighting spirit dissipated! If Li Siam's martyrdom cut off the Cang navy like a big tree, then Li Qingyu's death is that the root system is withered and there is no possibility of pulling branches and leaves.

I don't know who roared, "Everyone is dead!"

The movements of the Cang navy warrior who were fighting with the ghost warriors paused for a moment. Qi Qi Qi turned his eyes to the pure black war horse with untrimmed mane. He saw the handsome but pale prince lying next to the horseshoe, and saw a young man with a long black knife standing beside Li Qingqi's body with a blank face, and the sky was white. The snow is as big as goose feathers, falling and falling on the graceful blue fox fur, mottled.

In the eyes of the Cang navy warriors, it is like the collapse of the earth.

"Don't be stunned, kill the enemy, take back the body of Dadutong, withdraw to the southwest, and make a long-term plan!" Li Qingqi's guard warrior put a knife into the chest of the ghost warrior, kicked the warrior's head on the horse's back, shook his arm, shook the blood on the knife, and rushed to the master's body vigorously.

As if they had found their souls, the warriors of the Cang navy roared and roared, no longer loved to fight, and gathered formations to break out. However, the warriors have a question in their hearts - after returning to the southwest, can the Cang navy of the Li family maintain its rule in the southwest?

The fighting spirit of the Cang navy warriors with only 50 horses left has obviously faded, their arms seem to be full of lead, and even waving knives becomes difficult.

Li Xian is dead. They can convert their respect for Lao Dutong into expectations for Li Qing Qiu. Now that Li Qing Qiu is also dead, who can they rely on?

What completely despaired these hopeless warriors was a cavalry rushing down behind, about 400 people, the armor of the defense force of the imperial capital.

As long as it is involved with the imperial capital, it will never be a friendly army.

The gloomy sky is snowing heavily.

Ye Xingchen stood next to Li Qingyu's body with expressionless faces, and his coral-red eyes looked coldly at the cavalrymen who were fighting fiercely. He put the knife in front of him, put his hands on the handle of the knife, and was a little tired.

When he saw the hundreds of new horses, he couldn't help laughing.

Just now, when the ghost department and the Cang navy were fighting, they didn't make any action. Now that Li Qingqi is dead, the ghost department has the upper hand, and they come out!

In fact, he noticed that there were hundreds of riders hidden in the dark at the beginning, but he was not sure whether it was an enemy or a friend, and now he is convinced. When the Cang navy was killed by Xiaowu and Liuzi, they did not see their movements. Li Qingqi did not see their movements when he was killed by him. Now when he saw victory, they rushed up!

I can't expect to send charcoal in the snow, but the icing on the cake is ripe.

It's Xiaowu and Liuzi, you are going to survive!

The newly killed 400 cavalry horses quickly encircled and surrounded the only remaining Cang navy warriors. Seeing this, the ghost warriors withdrew one after another and vacated the battlefield to the newly killed imperial capital defense force.

The besieged Cang navy warriors were indignant. The gap between 50 horses and 400 riders was so large that it could not be made up for by combat power. What's more, the Cang navy, which had been fighting for a long time, was physically and mentally exhausted, and its fighting spirit was decadent.

But no one flinched and begged for mercy.

Pang Zhun, with bright armor, walked into the encirclement, looked at a group of naval warriors and sneered: "The dog has no master, but it's just a group of wild dogs!"

"Whether it's a domestic dog or a lackey, it's better than your court's running dog!" Li Qingqi's guard warriors are sharp.

"It's hard to die!" Pang Jun looked unhappy.

"It is an honor to be able to fight to death on the battlefield!" The guard warrior's face did not change, "I remember you, your name is Pang Zhun. At that time, you begged most of them to seek a position in the Cang navy, but most of them said that you were too impetuous and the pattern was too small to achieve great things! At that time, you knelt in front of the Great Capital, and I stood behind the Great Capital!"

Pang Zhun's face became more and more gloomy. The memory of that year burned in his heart. He thought that after becoming a general of the defense army of the imperial capital, he was in full bloom, and he could forget the shame of those years. But when it was mentioned again, the feeling of being self-defatiated and worthless burned him again.

This is why he is so obsessed with becoming the next imperial general, the next first general of the empire, almost fanatical!

The surrounded Cang navy warrior laughed in unison, and his voice was like a whip, which hit Pang Zhun's face one after a time.

The anger of shame and anger is accompanied by a resentment.

Pang Zhun suddenly took off the yellow poplar short crossbow hanging on the saddle, raised his hand and shot it, and shot the Cang navy warrior who dared to talk back to him.

He looked gloomly at the warrior under his command, "What are you doing? Kill them!"

Leaving this sentence, he withdrew from the encirclement, ignored the abuse and roar of the naval warriors, closed his eyes, hummed the flower and moon tune of the brothel woman's favorite song and walked towards Li Qingyu's body.

All kinds of sounds!

Short crossbow. The crisp sound of the bow string, the creak melting sound of hot blood splashing on the snow, the sound of the warrior falling down the war horse in pain, the excited hiss of the bloody war horse, and the complacent humming complacently.

He stood in front of the night stars, condescending, squinting and looking down. Huang Yang's short crossbow was in his hand, as if smiling: "Li Qing Qiu is dead?"

The defense general of the imperial capital from the fifth grade, facing the general Beichen from the fourth grade, the military rank was two levels away, and he sat on the horse without courtesy.

Ye Xingchen looked over his side and saw the surrounded Cang navy warriors falling down like a fell down tree, and then raised his face, looking directly at Pang Zhun with a cold face, and his thin and sharp lips were squeezed tightly.

Pang Jun sneered: "I want to take away Li Qingqi's body!" He threw a rope from the horse and landed at the feet of the night star, "I tied him behind the horse!"

"Kid, he looks like a woman, and his face is more beautiful than the flower leader in the imperial brothel. Why don't you go to be a little prime minister in the court? It's a pity to come to war!" He teased Ye Xingchen with a ferocious smile, raised the short crossbow in his hand, and shot at Li Qingyu's body with an arrow. In those years, he was humiliated in front of your father. Unexpectedly, the old dog also dropped the nickname of Wu Yi. Isn't it too much to take it out on Li Xi's son now?

Of course, it's not too much to tie him up behind the horse and drag him all the way back to the imperial capital to relieve his anger!

With a crisp sound, the dark short arrow was cut off by the waist and scattered on the ground. The long ink knife, which was originally inserted on the ground, was held in the hands of a handsome young man, and a cold light flash of the blade flashed.

"Presumptuous!" Pang Zhun was furious and raised Huang Yang's short crossbow and pointed straight to the night star door.

The night stars are like thunder, and suddenly waved the knife to split the powerful machine into two pieces, from top to bottom, and the tip of the knife pointed straight at Pang Zhun's throat.

His eyes were as red as charcoal, and he said in a colder voice: "How dare you be so presumptuous from the five-grade young general?"

Pang Zhun's throat knot moved and dared not move. He stiffened on the horse's back and tried his best to stabilize his voice, "Kid, do you know who I am? I am Pang Zhun, the defense force of the imperial capital under the Second Prince. Do you dare to attack me?

Ye Xingchen's thin lips curved a playful smile, "Do you know who I am? From the fourth grade General Beichen, he may also be the son-in-law of the Fanyang Empire. As far as the military rank is concerned, I can't directly kill a real general from the fifth grade, but... if I really kill you, the second prince may not be able to do anything to me. Do you want to have a try?"

Pang Zhun has never heard of a series of awards in the imperial capital a few days ago. He has heard that Princess Ning Zheng may have a goodwill. The princess specially prepared a blue forged peacock robe for the young man. Several famous ministers in the court recommended the young man and actually raised His Majesty's reward from the fourth grade of Beichen. The prominent position of the general is more eye-catching than Wang Zhongli, who killed 40,000 Japanese pirates in one breath.

What he didn't expect was that the young man would be so young and handsome, coupled with the knife method that had just broken his arrow... all made him frustrated. Junyan is outstanding, bold, skilled in martial arts, and powerful, all above him, and he still has the dream of the next General Yan of the Imperial Palace.

I suddenly understood why the second prince gave such an order.

Is it a cover-up? No, it's obviously a fear!

Neither of them spoke for a moment. Ye Xingchen raised his hand and raised his knife, and the tip of the knife pointed straight to Pang Zhun's throat. Pang Zhun was trembling and restless at the moment.

The defense warriors of the imperial capital, who shot all the remnants of the Cang navy, sensed the strangeness here, surrounded them, raised the knife and raised the crossbow, and shouted in a low voice, "Bold, put down the knife, how dare to be rude to the general?"

"Shut up!" Pang Zhun shouted violently, and the surroundings were mute.

I saw him turn over and get off the horse and face the night stars. Then he slowly bent his knees, held his fists in his hands, knelt on one knee, and his head drooped. He said in a low voice, "General Pang Zhun, see General Beichen!"

Seeing this, the surrounding warriors looked at each other, hurriedly saluted, and shouted, "See General Beichen!"

Night Xingchen held the divine knife and glanced around. They were all warriors who worshipped on the ground and saluted him with military salute.

The iron-blooded, the always gloomy night stars also gave birth to a military pride.

He put down his knife and said, "Tell the second prince that Li Qing Qiu is dead."

"Yes!"

"Send Li Qingyu's body back to the southwest and be buried with the old general Li Siam. I hope General Pang will take this matter to heart."

"This... His Highness said he would see Li Qing Qiu... the corpse in person!"

"I'll send someone back to the southwest. I'll explain to the second prince. You don't have to worry." Ye Xingchen returned the divine knife to the sheath and turned away. He didn't want to talk any more. There was no doubt in his tone.

Suddenly, he felt that he seemed to have such a strong sense of condescending oppression when his superiors spoke to his subordinates.

Pang Zhun, who had been lowering his head, saw him turn around, with a trace of shadow flashing in his eyes and a ferocious smile on the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, he pulled out his knife and rushed forward and aimed at General Beichen's heart.

Ye Xingchen returned the divine knife to the sheath, but his hand did not leave the handle of the knife, as if he expected that Pang Zhun was disgusted. Before he rushed, he suddenly pulled the knife and cut it off with a knife.

Returning the knife into the sheath seemed to accumulate the knife, and then drew the knife. The long ink-colored knife was like a black dragon, with a sharp sound of breaking into Pang Zhun's shoulder. His arm holding the knife lost its strength, the blade fell, and a stream of blood splashed into the sky.

Ye Xingchen turned around, looked at Pang Zhun coldly, and said sarcastically, "Actually, the second prince wants you to kill me and Li Qing Qiu, right? Unfortunately, you can't kill me!"

The divine knife cut into his chest from his right shoulder, broke the collarbone, split the pipa bone, and the blade obliquely sank into half of his chest, and it was only one punch away to cut into the heart.

His trachea was cut off and there was no sound. His eyes turned up, revealing a palpitating white eyes, a creaking sound in his throat, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Actually... I really don't want to be the enemy of the second prince. Ning Zheng will be sad! However, if the second prince wants to kill me, I can't treat it as if nothing happened.

"Grandpa, the city owner, said at that time, don't go to the imperial capital before the wings are abundant. This is true. As soon as he emerged in the imperial capital, he will be put to death. It's really dangerous."

He took back the knife, shook his wrist, and the ink color was not stained with dust. Pang Zhun's body fell down, revealing a huge gap in his chest.

The surrounding warriors took a deep breath and couldn't believe it.

Night Star said proudly, "It's a capital crime to rebel against your superiors. Do you also want to follow in his footsteps?"

No one spoke and no one got up. Hundreds of warriors knelt on one knee and dared not look at those red eyes like charcoal.

They lowered their heads and were frightened, afraid that the sharp ink knife would fall on their heads the next moment.

Until the extraordinary young man went away, they still knelt on one knee and held their fists, like stone carvings.