The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 235:

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Zong Chen's water master, as slippery as a fish, burst out from the bottom of the water. He appeared unpredictably under the hooves of the two knights of Jinpeng Pixiu. He did nothing but chopped off the horse's legs. In an instant, he fell into a pile. The formation behind them was in chaos, and by the time they struggled to get up, Helianzheng's men had already rushed over.

He Lianzheng, who harbors hatred for killing his father, will naturally not show mercy. Killing people is like chopping tofu. He leads the famous warrior Ba Biao into the grassland like nine whirlwinds and is swept into the enemy army. Wherever he passes, blood shines. Bright night, dyeing the grassland red.

The Pixiu tribe was originally the weakest among the twelve tribes, otherwise it would not have been located on the periphery of the grassland, and the power it could dispatch was limited. The Jinpeng tribe was still competing with the other tribes for the kingship, so it could be used to intercept and kill them. He Lianzheng's people are destined not to be all. Originally, the Jin Peng Ministry calculated that He Lianzheng's escorts were not many. Although the number of escorts for the princess's wedding was okay, they would be slowly transported by ship and they would not be able to enter the battlefield at once. They could be slaughtered in batches. This was a good idea, and it was also the reason why Feng Zhiwei and He Lianzheng didn't want to cross the river at night.

But Jinpeng never thought that Feng Zhiwei had her own power. The number was small, but it involved experts from all aspects. Its combined strength was no less than a well-trained small army.

What's more, there is Gu Nanyi who has not taken any action.

Master Gu followed He Lianzheng as if he were strolling in the courtyard with a baby in his arms. He waved his hand and watched as he saw off a large number of ferocious Jinpeng warriors who tried to besiege Helianzheng from behind. Many of them did not even die. Know how he died.

By the time it was dawn, a battle that was small in scale but destined to have far-reaching consequences was over.

The leader of the Jinpeng tribe who was chasing them saw that the situation was not good and led the remaining tribesmen to escape. The Pixiu tribe was here and had no place to escape, so most of them abandoned their weapons and surrendered.

The sunlight shone faintly, and the thick blood on the green grass dripped drop by drop at this time, soaking the black soil even more fertile.

The pasture here will surely be even more lush next year.

He Lianzheng walked slowly among the dead bodies and scorched smoke on the ground, his dark eyes slightly glowing with purple light were calm and calm, his green-gold robe slowly brushed the blood on the ground, and his prisoners of war shrank under his feet.

"Surprise investigation." He suddenly stopped in front of a person and looked down at him, "We are friends who grew up together. When we were young, you beat me in horseback shooting. We made an appointment. Your daughter wants to Marry my son, and now that my son has not been born, are you going to kill your daughter’s future father-in-law under your feet?”

The prairie man looked up when he looked up, his face covered with tears.

"Yin'erji, it's my fault. I was deceived by Hongjila Jinpeng's sweet words! We...our Pixiu tribe has been unable to find good pasture for so many years, and the original fertile land has been gradually taken over by the Firefox tribe. Hongjila promised to give us half of the southern grassland when things are done... So Ji, those who betray their brothers deserve to die! But! For the sake of us being together since childhood, don't offend my tribesmen, wives and daughters!"

Behind him, women and children burst into tears and kowtowed to Helianzheng.

He Lianzheng looked at him with his hands behind his back, nodded and said, "You know what to do."

The raid gritted its teeth, drew the knife loudly, and stabbed it into the heart.

The men in the Pixiu tribe behind him all drew their swords silently. Dozens of sharp swords drew bright white arcs under the blue sky of the grassland, and then stimulated bright red blood fountains to rise in the sunlight.

The cry was loud.

He Lianzheng always watched calmly, not avoiding the blood that slowly flowed to the bottom of his boots.

Then he raised his head, looked at the changing and flying white clouds in the sky like an eagle, and said lightly:

"Kill them all."

"Crack!"

The light of the sword opened up the killing spree, and a blood rainbow spread across the sky.

The crying stopped suddenly.

Feng Zhiwei watched from a distance with her hands behind her hands, but did not stop her.

Prairie people must avenge their enemies and indulge in whatever grudges they want. This is the way they choose to survive. If anyone shows off their kindness as a woman today, there is no guarantee that one of these children will grow up to be a king in the future. Account to avenge his father.

On the grassland, there is no way to kill prisoners of war, only to eradicate them.

In Su Cha's heart, perhaps what remains of the former He Lianzheng, a generous and tolerant young man, who hunted together, would leave the best prey to his brothers.

But that is only if we are still brothers.

In fact, as early as last night, when the concubine, mother and son exposed each other's scandals across the river, and everyone listened with interest, these people were already destined not to survive.

The privacy and dignity of the Prairie Royal Court must be defended with blood and life.

Only dead people will not spread rumors.

"There are twelve tribes of Huzhuo, and now only eleven are left." He Lianzheng raised his head and seemed to be muttering to himself, "Who will be the next tribe to be wiped out?"

"Son!" Liu Mudan rushed over dripping wet, without even looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, "Don't kill Klie, he looks very good..."

He Lianzheng pushed his lustful old lady away. Liu Mudan staggered back a few steps, but Feng Zhiwei reached out to hold her up.

"Who are you?" Liu Mudan, who was about to act out, turned around and saw Feng Zhiwei. He tilted his head and looked at Feng Zhiwei up and down for a long time. He could see through your bra cup and hip circumference at a glance. He said, "You are not the Princess Yingying who was granted a marriage by the imperial court, are you? Oh my god! Why are you so malnourished? Ji Gou'er doesn't know how to exercise restraint like his father. Can I use you?"

"Liu Mudan!" He Lianzheng shouted angrily, "Get out of here!"

"Get out!" Liu Mudan strode to sit in front of the tent, pointed at her nose, and said, "Concubine, I am lecturing your wives and concubines. Why is your man interrupting? You." She said to Feng Zhiwei raised her fingers, "Why don't you come over and kowtow to your mother-in-law?"

"Mother-in-law" sits high on the throne, wearing colorful clothes and a cautious posture, calling the slaves to come.

Uh, it’s actually Ms. Liu Mudan, squatting on a piece of bluestone that holds the tent. She is wearing a leather robe with a beveled edge on the right side that is stained with muddy water and grass pulp. The upper part is red and the lower part is green, and she is tied with a yellow belt. The color combination is thought-provoking. , waving his fingers, signaling to the princess that this generation of Shunyi Princess came forward to kowtow.

After these words were spoken, at least ten people wanted to come over and stuff her under the rock.