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Chapter 422

Words:1866Update:22/06/25 09:10:31

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Jiang Pengji did not like to swear. She had always believed in the principle of using her fists instead of her mouth.

Since the start of the streaming room, it seemed that only the Tsing Yi Army had enjoyed such a high standard of treatment.

What ability did the Tsing Yi Army have to provoke Jiang Pengji into cursing?

The audience in the streaming room was also furious.

More people expressed their concerns. They hoped that Jiang Pengji could calm down a little and not be blinded by anger.

The Tsing Yi Army could fight at any time. If they could not control the situation now, they might lose everything.

Xiangyang District was still in a state of construction. Although it had only been a few days, it was already thriving.

The audience could totally imagine that after a while, this city might shine with new life.

Tumi Dalao: "You must be calm, streamer. Don't be impulsive and do something that you will regret."

Baidu News Department: "Yes, yes. The debt of the Tsing Yi Army can be settled at any time. Streamer, don't be impulsive …"

Buxiang Jiageng Zhixiangsi: "Impulsiveness is the devil! Someone, hold the streamer down! "

Apart from these persuasions, there were naturally people who jeered. Some were completely malicious, while others were too angry.

Xingshi Zizi: "What are you afraid of? Are you just going to be a coward? The Tsing Yi Army directly stepped on the streamer's head. These heartless fellows deserve to die! If the streamer does not do anything this time, guess how serious the consequences will be? " The troops are indeed her private troops. They are all slaves, but they have also shed blood for the streamer. If the streamer does not bring people to save them this time, who will be willing to risk their lives for her in the future?

Buai Heshibi: "Didn't the Tsing Yi Army plead for the people? The streamer's troops saved so many people in Fengyi County. What did the Tsing Yi Army do? They burned, killed, and looted in Xiangyang District. After learning that General Jiu's Tsing Yi Army was destroyed, they directly vented their anger on the 2,000 troops in Fengyi County. They are simply beasts! "

Jiang Pengji was in no mood to read the bullet screen.

She looked at the messenger solemnly. Her lips were tightly shut. The aura around her was filled with blood and ruthlessness. Even though she was dressed cleanly, she still gave the illusion that her whole body was stained with blood. She was like a soul-reaper who had crawled out of hell. The "technicians" who were looking after the brick kiln shivered. They did not even dare to look up at her.

Jiang Pengji curled her lips and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

"I haven't even gone to look for trouble with them, but they've already come knocking on my door. Coincidentally, there's a shortage of manpower here. "

She didn't know how long she had been holding it in, but her voice had turned from clear to hoarse. It was very uncomfortable to listen to.

Jiang Pengji said to the messenger, "Gather a few gentlemen and summon Coach Meng and Coach Luo. We're having a meeting!"

The last two words were almost squeezed out from the back of his molars, filled with killing intent.

Qiguan Rang and the others arrived at the district headquarters one after another. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Jiang Pengji sitting at the seat of honor. Her aura was stifling.

"Lord, what happened?"

Qiguan Rang was the first to arrive, but he had never liked to be at the top, so he sat in a more secluded spot.

As soon as he sat down, he saw Feng Jin and the others also entering. Their tired faces were filled with suspicion.

They hadn't gathered together like this since the last meeting to assign tasks.

Something big must have happened.

This thought emerged in everyone's mind at the same time.

Jiang Pengji didn't answer Qiguan Rang's question. She only gestured for them to take their seats before letting the messenger in.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Repeat what you just said to the gentlemen again."

Hearing Jiang Pengji's voice change, their hearts skipped a beat.

They tacitly turned their gazes to the messenger. The more they listened, the heavier their hearts sank.

The messenger said, "This morning, a severely injured soldier arrived outside the city. After careful identification, he turned out to be one of my lord's troops. The soldier's injuries were severe, he only had time to say, 'The Tsing Yi Army attacked Fengyi County, attacked the troops at night and massacred the people.' Due to his heavy injuries, he fainted and is still in danger. "

Attacked the troops at night?

Massacred the people?

When Feng Jin and the others heard this, their hearts sank.

Qiguan Rang tightened his grip on the feather fan in his hand. He was the one who brought the 3,000 troops out of Chongzhou.

Among them, 1,000 followed him to receive Jiang Pengji, while the other 2,000 went to Fengyi County to rescue the people.

The situation in Fengyi County was more dangerous, so after Jiang Pengji took over Xiangyang District, she didn't bring the troops back.

However, who would have thought that the Tsing Yi Army would be so narrow-minded!

When they heard that General Jiu was killed, they took advantage of Fengyi County's unpreparedness to attack and occupy it. They even attacked the wounded camp where the troops were at at night.

For a moment, the entire district headquarters was immersed in a heavy atmosphere.

After a while, Jiang Pengji heard a flurry of hurried footsteps coming from outside. Another messenger came in.

"My lord, the troop who delivered the message has woken up."

Jiang Pengji said, "Get someone to carry him in!"

Not long after, two people carried a stretcher in. A troop covered in blood was lying on it.

He was barely breathing and his chest rose and fell weakly. When he saw Jiang Pengji approaching, his dull and lifeless eyes suddenly brightened. Two streams of turbid hot tears rolled down his cheeks. He said with great effort, "Langjun … The Tsing … Yi Army … That group of bastards, attacked at night … and injured … many of our brothers … are now in limbo … Langjun … you must save them …"

Jiang Pengji clenched her molars and said, "I will bring them back, not one of them is missing!"

Hearing her promise, the troop's lips trembled a few times. His eyes were filled with nostalgia and regret, but they gradually dimmed.

After a while, Feng Jin raised his hand and placed it under the man's nose, then felt his pulse.

He said in a low voice, "He's gone."

Jiang Pengji bit her lower lip and suppressed the surging murderous intent in her heart. "Carry him away and give him a proper burial."

Except for the first few servants she bought and the soldiers brought by Meng Hun, the rest of the troops were basically bandits.

In the beginning, they did submit to Jiang Pengji for the sake of survival. But after a long time, they found the feeling of being upright and upright people. Their hearts were filled with hot blood. Even if they were bandits, they were bandits with a goal. They were willing to shed their blood for those who understood them.

Their feelings were mutual. They were loyal to Jiang Pengji, so she naturally cherished these subordinates.

Jiang Pengji closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was already calm.

She looked at the stretcher that was being carried away and said in a flat voice, "I want to send troops to rescue them."

Feng Jin opened his mouth and said after a while, "I can understand my lord's feelings, and I won't stop you now. I hope my lord understands what it means to send troops at this time. There are many things to be done in Xiangyang district. It's so weak that it can't withstand a single blow. If my lord brings troops to support them, I'm afraid … "

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