Nine Hundred and Fifty-One: My Old Lady Just Made a Fool of Herself, What's Wrong? (1)

The second prince was afraid that others would discover his plan to steal food and steal his credit, so guarding against others was the same as guarding against thieves.

He took the initiative to ask Ying Xu to guard the three cities of Shangyu, and found an excuse to dispatch the original guards away.

For this reason, after Fu Wang captured the three cities of Shangyu, the northern frontier guards had not received any news.

When they got the news, Jiang Pengji and Li Yun had already brought reinforcements to reinforce the three cities of Shangyu, relying on the solidity of the city walls and a large number of defensive equipment, they were defending the three cities. The soldiers in Beijiang did not have enough logistical reserves. If the two sides confronted each other, they would inevitably retreat from Beijiang.

Jiang Pengji looked at the densely packed enemy army below the city, and her ears were filled with their yelling and swearing.

"My lord—it's better to let the last general send troops to meet the enemy and teach them a lesson!"

"Han Mei, hold your breath."

Qi Guanrang took a look at his lord's indifferent face, and pulled Li Yun's armor in a low voice, lest this guy get angry.

"Military division, how can you bear it? These barbarians from northern Xinjiang are cursing—"

Li Yun swallowed the rest of the words, his expression still full of anger.

"My lord has her own decision, do you think she has a temper that likes to suffer?" Qi Guanrang persuaded in a low voice, "Why are you shouting so badly outside? Isn't it just to provoke us and send troops to meet the enemy? Sending troops at this time is not good for us. Just now To take down the three cities of Shangyu, most of the people in the city are close to the northern border. If we take advantage of the time we are facing the enemy, and secretly come to cooperate with the inside and outside, the three cities that we finally managed to get may be lost. Let them yell and scold them. The reserve is not enough, it won't last for a few days, and it will be withdrawn automatically."

Li Yun is not the young man he used to be, of course he can clearly see the battle situation.

but--

Listen to what is the content of the scolding outside?

It's fine to call them cowards, this kind of innocence is nothing.

Talking about their lord, all kinds of dirty jokes and words, and even bringing the lord's matrilineal relatives, this is too low!

"Let them insult you, where is the majesty of the lord?"

Li Yun was so angry that his eyes were almost rounded, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the weapon were white.

The little angel is so good-tempered that he can't stand it anymore.

Those guys from Beijiang are making a lot of insults, but they are their masters.

Even if it's just a dirty word, but if it spreads out, what will happen to the lord's reputation?

"Everyone understands this truth, but if the lord doesn't express his opinion, what can you and I do?"

Qi Guanrang squeezed the handle of the fan tightly, seemingly calm and composed, but his anxious movement of shaking the fan still gave away his true emotions.

Not only Qi Guanrang and the others couldn't bear it, the audience in the live broadcast room were also anxious, wishing to rush into the screen and scold the Beijiang soldiers.

Grandma is a bear, anyone can insult their little prince?

Believe it or not, they used Hua Guoguo to kill these grandchildren in Beijiang?

If you want to talk about the essence of cursing, how can this group of uncivilized barbarians in northern Xinjiang be their opponents?

[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Anchor, they yell so badly, if they continue to bear it, it really doesn't look like you.

What should the anchor they know look like?

You don't suffer from anything you eat!

They had to admit that their understanding of Jiang Pengji was pretty good.

"Why are you in a hurry? I, the scolded person, am not in a hurry."

Jiang Pengji smiled and comforted Li Yun.

Her psychological quality is far stronger than everyone imagined, but it's just verbal abuse, it's not enough to make her lose her mind.

"To deal with such low-spirited people, we can only use even more low-spirited methods. However, it is detrimental to the politeness of shrews to scold each other, so we can't do this." She murmured, and said to Fu Wang who was standing silently beside her, " Zhengtu, I have something for you to do—"

Fu Wang's heart skipped a beat, he stepped forward to listen to Jiang Pengji's order, and sighed with emotion——

It really sucks!

A quarter of an hour later, the northern Xinjiang soldiers below the city were scolding dryly, while the guards on the city side remained motionless.

General Beijiang clicked his tongue, and said in a strange way, "Is this Liu Xi a man or a woman, and he didn't respond to such scolding?"

How does the shrew in the market insult the vulture and the prostitute?

This group of people in Beijiang just insulted and arranged Jiang Pengji.

As long as she was a woman, she would have jumped off the building in embarrassment after being pointed at her nose by tens of thousands of people, but Liu Xi had a thick skin.

"Maybe people are enjoying it, but they still feel that we are not strong enough."

The lieutenant general had a meaningful look.

"That's right—keep cursing, don't stop—" Just as the words finished, a few people appeared from the quiet city wall, "Hey, it's working. Don't stop, don't stop, keep going! This Liu Xi is too weird Ah, you won’t come out unless you scold me—hahaha!”

The Beijiang soldiers next to him also laughed.

But they soon stopped laughing.

Several ladders protruded from the wall stacks of the city wall, and several stripped naked men were tied up and hung out.

When the wind blew, several men floated in the air.

After that, there were rows of prisoners from Northern Xinjiang who were stripped naked and shivering.

Rub—what the hell is Liu Xi doing?

"Are you afraid? We have no choice but to let these savages under the city behave like this."

Fu Wang stabbed the second prince's staff in the waist with the butt of a gun. His clothes were intact, but he was also tied up like a rice dumpling, so he was in a mess.

The staff had bruised bags under their eyes, and their chapped and dry lips looked pale.

He was like a frightened bird, when Fu Wang poked him, his legs went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Fu Wang raised his eyebrows, and smiled disdainfully, "You don't want to be stripped naked, you're smarter."

In order to survive, the staff could only close their eyes in despair, and shouted hoarsely towards the city.

"I am the second prince's staff, when you see the prince, hurry up and save him!"

Fu Wang raised his hand to dig his ears, frowned and said, "You can't shout loud enough, keep going!"

The voice of the staff member was already thin, but now he forced himself to scream hoarsely, and his voice became hoarse within a few seconds.

Hearing that the person hanging on the wall was the second prince of Beijiang, the soldiers of Beijiang were in an uproar.

"Why panic? Liu Xi's mother-in-law lied to you, keep scolding!"

The general of Beijiang shouted loudly, and the soldiers quickly calmed down and continued to yell.

The sparse yelling and cursing returned to high pitch again, and Fu Wang on the city smiled and shot an arrow with a bow, breaking a hemp rope.

The person hanging from the hemp rope screamed and fell down, turning into a puddle of flesh.

"Hang it up—" Fu Wang ordered indifferently.

The soldiers behind him tied up the naked Northern Xinjiang soldiers and hung them on the ladder protruding from the wall stack, and hung them back to the position just now.

Witnessing this scene with my own eyes, the people who were hanging before were so frightened that shit,,,,//piss flew together, and dirt dripped from the air.

The more people scolded, Fu Wang didn't stop.

He shot and cut dozens of hemp ropes one after another, and all the people who were hanging fell to their deaths without exception.

No one knows who Fu Wang will kill next.

The second prince's staff had been frightened to the point of collapse.

The second prince, who was hanging in the center near the city wall, broke down and yelled, kicking his feet wildly, with snot and tears hanging down his cheeks.

"Don't kill the orphan—don't kill the orphan—"