Nine Hundred and Seventy First: War in Northern Xinjiang (8)
After several months away, seeing the second prince of Beijiang again, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't recognize what this lump was.
[Meow's Wish]: Host, the baby hasn't eaten yet, what is this thing?
[Soul of Love and War]: Abuse captives?
[Naughty Nuannuan]: Looks like the second prince of Northern Xinjiang? Is this poor little guy still alive?
They thought that the second prince would die if he fell into the hands of Jiang Pengji, but they didn't expect that the life force of the cockroach was extremely tenacious.
Of course, the second prince was able to survive until now, thanks to several doctors who took care of him day and night, otherwise he would have knelt down long ago.
The second prince is not doing well, every day is a torment, his legs are disabled, his tongue was cut off, what's the point of living?
He knew that life was meaningless, but he just couldn't muster up the courage to seek death.
It's better to die than to live. Isn't there a saying in the Central Plains Han family?
Suffering successive blows, the second prince was persuaded, and his arrogance had been wiped clean.
He would rather eat dross and pig food than die.
As long as he is alive, as long as he is alive, maybe Liu Xi can be killed after Northern Xinjiang becomes strong, and then he can restore his original noble status.
This kind of thinking supports the second prince to drag himself out and force himself to live again and again, and now he has no courage to seek death.
He has no concept of time, he only knows that he is living a good life, when someone suddenly lifts him out of the cage to wash him clean, rubs off strips of bath mud, changes his clothes, and washes his hair full of lice Yes, he felt refreshed all over.
"Ah-ah?"
The second prince had his tongue cut off, so he couldn't speak, he could only make meaningless "ah".
The second prince's most trusted aide is locked in the nearby cage. His situation is much better than that of the second prince. He has all hands and feet and can speak and listen.
Seeing that a group of people were about to take the second prince away, the aides grabbed the pillars of the cage and hurriedly questioned him.
"Where are you taking him?"
He thought he would be reused after being captured, but Jiang Pengji didn't think much of him at all.
Although he didn't say to kill him, Liu Xi didn't say to let him go, he could only spend his time in the cage.
In addition to no freedom, other treatment is not bad.
"Where?" The head of the prison glanced at the staff and said with a sneer, "Today is an auspicious day, so naturally we will send him on his way."
The second prince's hearing is fine. Hearing this, he immediately struggled violently, landed on all fours, and tried to crawl away.
Several guards tied him up and down without mercy.
All alien races in northern Xinjiang should be damned!
These jailers are all natives of Chongzhou, and they are the most vocal victims of the Northern Xinjiang invasion of Dongqing.
How can they forget the bloody enmity of tens of thousands of people on the border of Chongzhou?
No matter how reluctant the second prince was, he couldn't resist the power of the crowd, and was quickly thrown in front of Jiang Pengji.
"The government said that you are the most suitable sacrifice for the flag."
Jiang Pengji glanced at the second prince indifferently, with a sneer on her lips.
Today, she is wearing a solemn Nine Chapter Miancloth, soap clothes and crimson clothes, coral hangers, jade swords, and knees tied in front.
Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.
Not to mention anything else, her ambition can be seen just from her clothes.
[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Nine chapters crown suit, a high-level crown suit that can only be worn by princes, it is amazing for my anchor.
Ancient times are not modern times, not all clothes can be worn, and if you wear the wrong clothes, you will even be killed.
Mianfu symbolizes social status, and only the Son of Heaven, Gong, Hou, Bo, Zi, male, Gu, Qing, and doctor are eligible to wear it. Mianfu varies from person to person, and it is roughly divided into six types, so it is also called six. Crown. Although Jiang Pengji was one of the feudal lords of Dongqing, the imperial family of Dongqing was not completely finished yet. Her social status was limited to "Maruzhou Shepherd", and other identities were not recognized by the court.
However, regardless of whether the imperial court approves or not, Jiang Pengji will not ignore them.
In the usual flag sacrifices, pigs, cattle and sheep are mostly used as sacrifices, and their blood is spilled on the ground, offering sacrifices to God, and asking for military luck.
If it is a war, the head of a prisoner or an enemy general is often used to sacrifice the flag.
Boost morale, kill one to make an example to others!
Jiang Pengji is now going to send troops to Northern Xinjiang, what sacrifice is more inspiring than the Second Prince of the Northern Xinjiang Imperial Court?
A lengthy speech was required before the flag sacrifice, and Jiang Pengji used the manuscript written by Wei Ci.
Weeping blood every word, telling the cruelty of the alien race in northern Xinjiang and the suffering of the people in Chongzhou, aroused the indignation and hatred of the soldiers.
The conversation changed, and people brought the sacrifices to the altar. At this time, the hatred and morale of the soldiers had reached the peak, and the killing sound shook the sky.
The second prince knelt on the ground tremblingly, and there were two people beside him holding his shoulders, making him unable to move.
"Today, let's use this person's life to pay homage to countless innocent souls who died in vain! May God bless you and bring peace to the northern border!"
"Tamp down the northern border—"
"Tamp down the northern border—"
"Tamp down the northern border—"
A wave that was higher than the sound roared, and tens of thousands of soldiers gathered together, shouting in unison, their killing intent piercing the sky.
"Sacrifice the flag!"
Jiang Pengji pulled out her sword from her waist with a swipe, and the snow-white sword shone coldly under the sunlight.
Seeing this, the second prince was so frightened that he was terrified. Regardless of his disabled legs and his body being tied up, he struggled violently and tried to break free from the shackles.
He roared in vain, red threads hung in his eyes, and tears condensed and slid down his eyes.
However, the "guards" on the left and right were too strong, no matter how hard he struggled, they would remain motionless.
The second prince changed his strategy, trying to kowtow to Jiang Pengji to beg for mercy——
He doesn't want glory and wealth, and he doesn't want the status of the second prince of Beijiang, he just wants to survive.
As long as he can survive, he won't pursue Jiang Pengji's revenge for sending someone to cut off his tongue and trample his legs——
However, Jiang Pengji has a heart of stone, there is no trace of compassion and kindness in her eyes, and her right hand holding the sword is even more steady.
"Beijiang's debt, you are the first one!"
After all, she raised her hand and waved the sword in the desperate eyes of the second prince, and a head with wide eyes rolled down from her neck.
A strong gust of blood spurted out from the wound, dyeing Jiang Pengji's crown robe and nearby battle flags red.
The second prince's head rolled twice, and when his head stopped, his cheek was facing Jiang Pengji, his eyes were staring at him.
"Tamp down the northern border—"
"Tamp down the northern border—"
"Tamp down the northern border—"
The second prince's body collapsed suddenly, his head was placed on a plate and lifted high, and the roar of the soldiers underneath was louder than louder.
Jiang Pengji raised her saber high, said every word, her voice was not loud but she was extremely firm——
"Tamp down the northern border!"
Emotions are contagious. In such an atmosphere, even a calm and reserved person will become agitated and high-pitched.
After sacrificing the flag, it is time to step on the stage and order generals.
Sun Wen at the bottom sighed with emotion, "I always feel that the old man has followed a great master."
Wei Ci on the side listened, and a warm smile rose from the corner of his lips.
yes--
His lord is the most wonderful.