"Today, I'll teach you one thing: the winner is king, and the loser is a bandit!"
Jiang Pengji curled her horsewhip in her hand and pressed it against his face, leaving a red mark.
The seventh prince pursed his lips and spat a mouthful of blood at Jiang Pengji, but she was already aware of it, so he did not spit on her.
He breathed heavily and said, "Cut the crap. You said it yourself: the winner is king, and the loser is a bandit. Those people, haha, they deserved to die! Not to mention the three tribes of the Northern Borderline, even people like you who claim to be benevolent and righteous, when have you ever treated captives kindly? Don't flatter yourself. "
In this era of cold weapons, captives could not be called people at all, and they did not deserve to be treated like humans. At best, they were just spoils of war. The winner had the right to deal with his spoils of war. This was an unchanging rule. The seventh prince would not repent or feel ashamed.
Because the Northern Borderline won, they had the right to deal with the people of the three cities of Shangyu.
The men were killed to satisfy their bloodthirsty and violent urges.
The women were raped to satisfy their inner desires with their bodies and cries.
This was the right of the winner. How could the loser have the face to fight for rights and treatment for himself?
Jiang Pengji did not get angry. Instead, she laughed and asked, "According to your logic, is it justified for me to slaughter all the barbarians of the Northern Borderline?"
Although it was a question, Jiang Pengji used a very firm tone of statement. Every word was filled with frightening murderous intent.
The seventh prince's body trembled, and his pale face turned livid.
"You're not Liu the traitor. Do your words count?"
Don't be fooled by the Seventh Prince's righteous words, he was also a standard double standard. When the Northern Borderline won, they could wantonly slaughter, plunder, and humiliate the enemy. But when they were defeated by the enemy, they could not stand the enemy treating them like that.
Jiang Pengji said, "Of course, I mean what I said."
The seventh prince was startled. A terrible thought entered his mind, and his increasingly muddled consciousness instantly came back.
"You … you are …"
At that moment, the seventh prince had the illusion of being speechless.
If he remembered correctly, the young general in front of him had killed three generals of the Northern Borderline in a row. He … No, how could she be Liu the traitor?
"Liu Xi?" The Seventh Prince cried out involuntarily, panting heavily on the horse's back. "How could you be Liu Xi?"
Jiang Pengji lifted her hand and used her little finger to pick her ear. She clicked her tongue.
"Why are you so surprised? Haven't you seen our Lord fight in person? "
The Seventh Prince was rendered speechless by her words, and his heart was filled with regret.
If they had known that she was Liu Xi, they would have used all sorts of methods to kill her.
The Seventh Prince had forgotten that their acting king had given the order to let off the arrows. What was the result?
In the end, not a single hair on Jiang Pengji's body was harmed.
How shameful!
The Seventh Prince was drenched in cold sweat as he recalled the conversation between the two of them just now. The shouts of killing around him shook the heavens, giving him great psychological pressure.
"The Han Clan of the Central Plains believes in Confucianism and boasts of being benevolent. Do you really dare to risk universal condemnation and slaughter the entire Northern Borderline?"
The Seventh Prince stared at Jiang Pengji.
He was the meat on the chopping block.
The scale of the battlefield was tilted towards Jiang Pengji's side. Nearly half of the Northern Borderline's territory had fallen into her hands. The Seventh Prince really could not be stubborn anymore.
Hearing him say that, Jiang Pengji smiled.
"I finally understand the saying that morality can restrain a gentleman, but it can't restrain a villain. You can unscrupulously slaughter innocent people in Shangyu, but we can't. Do we have to treat you well? " Jiang Pengji raised her hand and pinched the Seventh Prince's chin. With a little force, he felt that Jiang Pengji's hand was like a pair of iron pincers, almost crushing his jaw. "Tsk, your face is really big."
The Seventh Prince was in so much pain that tears came out of his eyes. His wound split open and more fresh, viscous blood gushed out.
Jiang Pengji smiled. "Don't worry, I won't slaughter everyone in the Northern Borderline. But from now on, I will make the Northern Borderline history."
Her eyes glinted coldly. The Seventh Prince's heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague bad feeling.
"What do you mean?"
The Seventh Prince's breathing was rapid, and his pale cheeks were dyed with an abnormal flush.
"When the people of the Northern Borderline don't speak the Barbarian language, don't know the Barbarian language, and even forget where their ancestors came from — this should be considered the extinction of their clan, right?" Jiang Pengji smiled like a flower, but in the eyes of the Seventh Prince, she was as fierce as a Rakshasa. "Unfortunately, you won't be able to see it."
The Seventh Prince was so angry that blood rushed to his brain and he fainted.
Jiang Pengji sneered in disdain. She lifted her machete and leaped onto Little White's back. She pulled the reins.
"Little White, let's go!"
More than 10,000 cavalrymen from the Northern Borderline were pinned down by Jiang Pengji's army on the left and right, unable to return to defend.
On the other hand, the elites of the main force were thrown into disarray by the three thousand heavy cavalry. The soldiers howled in pain, and the formation of the army was in a mess.
When Fu Wang saw this, he decisively ordered the entire army to attack!
The elites of the middle army followed behind the heavy cavalry and charged towards the enemy's main force, harvesting the enemy's heads.
"Kill them! Who told you to hide behind them?"
The situation changed in the blink of an eye. The Sixth Prince was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot.
The cavalry of the Northern Borderline had always been successful. How could they fail?
The enemy only had three thousand heavy cavalry. How could they force back their army of more than a hundred thousand?
The Sixth Prince could not accept such a failure, but reality gave him a hard slap in the face —
The cavalry of the Northern Borderline was not always successful. They had kicked an iron plate.
"Whoever dares to take a step back will be killed without mercy —"
The Sixth Prince drew his sword and killed a few soldiers who were fleeing backward in an attempt to stabilize the army's morale.
However, it was all too late —
The three thousand heavy cavalry charged forward in a crushing manner as soon as they arrived. They killed the people of the Northern Borderline and caused a great deal of psychological pressure. Before the heavy cavalry was exhausted, Fu Wang led the army to rush over. Not only did he support the exhausted heavy cavalry, but he also took over the baton from them. He further suppressed the fighting spirit of the Northern Borderline and completely destroyed their courage —
The morale of the army of the Northern Borderline was already low. It was even more impossible for them to fight now.
"Acting King — retreat —"
The general of the Northern Borderline protected the Sixth Prince. His resolute face revealed a rare vulnerability, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"If we retreat now, we still have a chance —"
The fighting spirit of the Northern Borderline had been exhausted. If they did not retreat, their losses would only increase.
At such a time, the main general should retreat decisively to prevent losses.
The Sixth Prince gritted his teeth unwillingly. If they retreated now, wouldn't that traitor Liu take advantage of the victory to pursue them?
"Retreat — retreat into the royal city. If we don't retreat now, it will be too late —"
At this moment, the First Prince, dressed in armor and covered in blood, rushed over on horseback. His eyes were filled with fatigue.
The Sixth Prince clenched his fists angrily and squeezed out a word —
"Retreat!"
What could he do even if he was unwilling?
He did not want to lose his life here.
The Third Prince followed closely behind the First Prince. After the fierce battle just now, he had several wounds on his body and was covered in blood.
"Retreat now?"
The First Prince roared, "Third Prince, if we don't retreat now, we won't have a chance to leave —"
The Third Prince's eyes widened. His brown pupils were filled with sorrow as if he was about to cry.
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