The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 971 Chapter 971: Battle in Northern Xinjiang (8)

After a few months of absence, seeing the second Prince of North Xinjiang again, the audience in the live broadcast room did not recognize what this sly thing was.

[Meow's wish]: Anchor, the baby hasn't eaten yet. What is this thing?

[Soul of Love]: Abuse of prisoners?

[Naughty and warm]: Looks like the second prince of northern Xinjiang? Is this little poor still alive?

They thought that the second prince had fallen into Jiang Yanji's hands and was dead. They did not expect that the cockroaches of his family were extremely tenacious.

Of course, the two princes can survive to this day and still have to take care of the digital Lang day and night, otherwise they would kneel early.

The second prince is not doing well. Every day is a torment. His legs are crippled and his tongue is cut. What does it mean to live?

He knew it was boring to live, but he just couldn't courage to die.

It ’s better to die than to die. Is n’t the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains saying so?

Suffering successive blows, the second prince persuaded his pride to be cleaned.

He would rather eat dreadful pig food, he would not want to die.

As long as he is alive, as long as he is alive, maybe Liu Yan will be killed after the northern provinces become strong, and he will be able to restore his original honorary status.

This kind of thought supports the second prince Gou and steals his life, forced himself to live once and for all, and now he has no courage to seek death.

He didn't have the concept of time. He only knew that he was doing well. Suddenly, someone lifted him out of his imprisoned cage to clean it, rubbed a shower of mud, changed him to clean clothes, and washed his hair full of tick Yes, he felt refreshed.

"Ah-ah?"

The second prince had his tongue cut off. He couldn't speak, and could only say a meaningless "ah".

The imprisoned cage was closed to the second prince's most trusted staff. He was in a much better position than the second prince, with all hands and feet, able to speak and listen.

Seeing that a group of people were about to lift the second prince, the staff members hurriedly asked about the caged pillars.

"Where are you taking him?"

I thought that after being captured, he could be reused. Where would I know that Jiang Yanji could not look at him at all.

Although he didn't say to kill him, Liu Ye didn't say to let him go, so he could only spend time in the cage.

Apart from not being free, other treatments are not bad.

"Where?" The prison head glanced at the aides and sneered, "Today is a lucky day, of course, to send him on the road."

The second prince's hearing was okay. Upon hearing this, he immediately struggled violently and landed on his limbs, trying to crawl away.

Several jailers tied him wildly with no mercy.

Northern Xinjiang aliens, all **** it!

These jailers were natives of Chongzhou, and they were the most voiced victims of the North Xinjiang aggression during the Dongqing war.

Hundreds of thousands of people on the border of Chongzhou have deep blood and hatred. How can they forget?

The second prince reluctantly, he could not resist the power of the masses, and was soon thrown in front of Jiang Yanji.

"Our province said that you are the best sacrificial offering."

Jiang Yanji glanced at the second prince indifferently, his lips sneered.

Today, she is wearing a solemn nine-chapter suit, a soap-gown dress, a coral dangle, a jade sword, and a front knee.

The layman looks lively, the layman looks at the doorway.

Without saying anything else, she could see her ambitions from the clothes alone.

[Old driver Lian Meng]: The nine chapters of the crown suit, the high-grade crown suit that the prince can only wear, has made my anchor.

Ancient times are not modern. Not all clothes can be worn. If you wear the wrong clothes, you may even cause death.

The coronal clothing symbolizes social status. Only the emperor, the male, the hou, the uncle, the son, the male, the lonely, the Qing, and the doctor are eligible to wear it. The coronal clothing is different between different people. It is roughly divided into six styles. Crown. Although Jiang Yanji was one of the princes of Dongqing, the royal family of Dongqing was not completely finished yet. Her social status was limited to "Maru Maki" and other identities were not recognized by the court.

However, regardless of the court's approval, Jiang Yanji will not bird them.

In the usual festivals, pigs, cattle, and sheep were used as sacrifices, and their blood was sprinkled on the ground to sacrifice God to seek martial arts.

When fighting, they often use captives or enemies to mark the first festival.

Inspire morale and kill a hundred!

Jiang Yanji is about to send troops to northern Xinjiang. What other offerings are more inspiring than the second prince of the northern court?

It is necessary to publish a long story before offering the flag. Jiang Yanji uses a manuscript written by Wei Ci.

Weeping blood tells the brutality of the aliens in northern Xinjiang and the suffering of the people in Chongzhou, arousing the indignation and resentment of the soldiers.

The words turned around, and people brought the offering to the altar. At this time, the hatred and morale of the soldiers had been raised to the apex, and the sound of killing was shocking.

The second prince knelt on the ground tremblingly, and there were two people beside him holding his shoulders, making him unable to move.

"Today, sacrifice countless dead souls with this human life! May God bless you and set foot on the north!"

"Take peace in northern Xinjiang-"

"Take peace in northern Xinjiang-"

"Take peace in northern Xinjiang-"

A wave screamed louder than a whistle, and tens of thousands of soldiers gathered together, shouting in unison, and the intention of killing went through the sky.

"Festival flag!"

Jiang Yanji brushed out his saber at the waist, and the snow-white sword flickered in the cold and cold light under the sun.

Seeing this, the second prince was frightened and frightened. Regardless of the disability of his legs and the whole body being tied, he struggled violently and tried to break the bondage.

He yelled in vain, with red silk hanging from his eyes, and tears condensed and slipped down his eyes.

No matter how hard the "guard" is, no matter how he struggles, people are still indifferent.

The second prince changed his strategy and tried to give Jiang Yanji his head for mercy—

He doesn't want to be rich or rich, nor does he want to be the second prince of North Xinjiang. He only wants to survive and survive.

As long as he can survive, he will not hold Jiang Yanji's hatred for sending someone to cut his tongue and break his legs--

However, Jiang Yanji's iron heart was in her heart. There was no trace of compassion and love in her eyes, and her right hand holding the sword was steady.

"Northern Xinjiang debt, you are the first!"

After all, she raised her hand and waved a sword in the desperate eyes of the second prince, and a head with wide eyes rolled off his neck.

A strong stream of blood spurted from the wound, stained the coat of Jiang Yanji's body, and the nearby battle flag.

The second prince's head grunted twice, and when his head stopped, his cheek was just facing Jiang Yanji, his eyes were dead.

"Take peace in northern Xinjiang-"

"Take peace in northern Xinjiang-"

"Take peace in northern Xinjiang-"

The second prince's body collapsed, his head was raised high on a plate, and the whistling of the soldiers under him surged higher and higher.

Jiang Yanji held up his sword, saying one word at a time, his voice was not loud but firm—

"Peace the North!"

Emotions can be contagious. In such an atmosphere, even those who are calm and self-sustaining will also become excited.

After the flag festival, the general will be on the stage.

Sun Wenyou underlined with emotion, "I always feel that my husband has followed a terrible heroine."

On the side, Wei Ci listened, and a chuckle smiled at the corner of her lips.

Yes--

His protagonist is the most amazing.

_ (: з ″ ∠) _ During the war, the ritual music collapsed, and this bug pot belongs to Shiitake.

Wei Ci: Yeah, you can at least die.

Sun Wen: excuseme?

(End of this chapter)