Ye Chunqiu's expression was still indifferent, and he could not even see any movement. His movements looked very light, but the sword in his hand easily broke Zitter's throat like a poisonous snake. The tip of the sword entered his skin like lightning, piercing through the back of his neck. It was so fast that he took action and ruthless that no one could see.

So Wang Shouren, who was beside him, almost suspected that he was dazzled!

Zittle only opened his eyes in shock just before the tip of the sword pierced into his throat. He never thought that Ye Chunqiu would not give him any chance at all.

Before this, he was the son of Khan who was high on the grassland, but on this day, he did extremely stupid things. He first easily defeated the new army of Zhenguo with 30,000 troops, and then fell to Ye Chunqiu's hands, and he foolishly overestimated his importance.

He claimed that he had a noble identity and believed that he still had value that could be used, but he did not know that the world today had changed, and there would be no place for his Tu Xie tribe in the off-limit business strategy established by Ye Chunqiu.

Bargaining depends on whether you have capital, and his identity is not worth a penny in Ye Chunqiu's eyes.

After experiencing this battle, it is almost confirmed that the Tatars no longer have the capital to shake hands and make peace.

In fact, a few days ago, if Zhu Houzhao had not been unclear about life and death, or if the two sides had not yet started a war, the Tatars still had the capital to be in harmony. If Batumonk was willing to not violate the waters of the Zhenguo Gongshi, there might be some room for improvement.

Now, when this battle begins, the two are destined to be irreconcilable and irreconcilable. There will be no place for them to be here.

So, since they treated other tribes with barbaric methods, Ye Chunqiu did not mind teaching them what it means to treat others.

The new army students began to clean up the battlefield all over the mountains and fields. The young and strong people were captured. They were injured and whispered on the ground, but were stabbed by bayonets, giving them a pleasure.

This place is full of devastated and corpses are everywhere. Wang Shouren has too many things to do. He was a scholar, and he couldn't help but feel something when he saw this scene.

In essence, there are always a few weaknesses in the feelings of scholars. Although these robbers are hateful, they still feel pity at this time.

Wang Shouren had to stagger his eyes and no longer looked at the broken arms and limbs on the ground, but looked at the sky with a complicated mood, and the sky could not see the end under his eyes.

The Qinglong is already in full bloom.

The profit here is very high. In fact, the delivery of goods from the capital is not far from here, and there are no rivers and mountains on the business road in the middle. At most, it is just a way to Shanhaiguan. However, such a high profit is essentially because anyone who comes out of the customs business knows that it is dangerous outside the customs and needs to be cautious when entering the industry.

Because of this high risk, the price of goods is more than twice that of the capital, and merchants also took advantage of this to make a fortune. Merchants need to hire friends to go out of customs, and because of the risks outside the customs, the guys get generous salaries.

The salary here is at least twice that of the pass. What should come will always come. Everyone puts their hopes on the new army. When the Tatar soldiers point here, they must have been rich merchants, those rich-paid guys, those craftsmen who come with them, and the countless people who are busy making a living, they feel a little regretful.

There is no end to money, but no matter how much money you earn, you have to spend your life.

Their uneasiness lasted for several days. During these days, everyone was unable to sleep or eat, toss and turn, and always felt like a disaster was coming. So everyone hid their own weaknesses, and the market became extremely depressed, and even their faces were listless.

But now, when the battle with the Tu Xie tribe ended, they had a reason to be excited because they knew very well that after they survived, they not only earned money, but also saved their lives. These people in the eyes of the people in the pass had bet right.

They are only left to be glad, glad that they seized the opportunity and occupied a place here first, and the later ones obviously are not so lucky.

The good news sent by the new army began to spread continuously among the patrolmen, and it was also used to declare that the Qinglong, which had a new army, was absolutely safe. It was no different from the capital, Hangzhou, and Ningbo. It was as stable as a rock and there was no worry about safety at all.

At first, some people refused to believe it, but when the Tatar prisoners were dejectedly strung with ropes and were taken into the New Army camp in rags. Seeing the energetic new army return in triumphant success, no one doubted the promises of the Duke of Zhenguo and Zhenguo Mansion.

Firecrackers were lit everywhere in this emerging city outside the pass, and there were endless crackling.

For the new army's students, this is just an ordinary battle. Even some of the subsequent sufferings are suffered, because soon, the Zhenguo Mansion will summarize and reflect on this battle. Is there any problem with the coordination between artillery and infantry, and what problems have occurred in the trench in actual combat. Then, in response to related issues, new practices will begin soon.

Ye Chunqiu returned to his dilapidated Zhenguo Mansion. This great victory did not make him feel better. He thought revenge could relieve his hatred, but when the Blade sword was pulled out and stabbed into Nazitel's throat, Ye Chunqiu saw the dark sword body with blood flowing, and blood overflowing on the blood groove of the sword. Ye Chunqiu suddenly thought at that moment that this sword was a double sword, and its other brother was in the hands of another person, just that person, where is that person now?

Ye Chunqiu sat on the sofa, pondering without saying a word. He closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping, so he was careful when Tang Bohu came.

Tang Bohu was still immersed in the joy of victory, but when he saw Ye Chunqiu like this, he immediately stopped smiling. He tiptoed to put a cup of tea cup, just about to leave.

But someone called him behind him: "Brother Bo Hu."

"What are the instructions of the prince?" Tang Bohu turned around and bowed to Ye Chunqiu.

Ye Chunqiu had already opened his eyes, with a little tiredness, and smiled gently, saying, "I'm afraid you'll have to worry about it, so I have to prepare a good news."

Tang Bohu nodded quickly and said, "Yes, students will polish it now."

When Ye Chunqiu opened his eyes, although he showed complexity, he still restrained his emotions. He curled his mouth at Tang Bohu and said, "You should write more colorfully."

"Ah." Tang Bohu was a little surprised and said, "This... Isn't the prince disliked the most in the past..."
Chapter completed!