The general raised his leg and kicked him down.

"Yes or no?"

Feng Chun was furious. When had he ever experienced this?

Several of his henchmen also roared and tried to charge forward.

As a result, a group of soldiers came forward and surrounded them with their rifle butts, which made them howl like ghosts and wolves, and their arrogance was completely dissipated.

The general looked down at Feng Chun from a high position.

"Give you another chance. Is this Prince Heng's manor?"

Feng Chun's eyes were full of resentment.

Ever since he became the steward of Prince Heng's Mansion, he has always walked sideways in this Shandong territory.

He is so used to being domineering that he has forgotten what it means to be afraid.

"Bitch thief, when I tell the prince, you will be skinned and cramped..."

The general sneered and said: "You don't know yet, right? Your prince has died at the hands of the Dongjiang rebels. Oh, by the way, no one in the entire Heng Fan survived."

Feng Chun was stunned.

The general was too lazy to pay attention to him and raised his hand to point.

Bang……

The scoundrels watched helplessly as Feng Chun's head was blown off by a fire cannon, and they all peed their pants in fear.

Their usual ability to do evil can only be regarded as a joke in the face of the military's force.

The general looked at them eagerly.
Chapter completed!