Li Zijing opened the curtain and first observed the environment inside the tent.

The tent was very spacious and could accommodate more than a dozen people at the same time. With the faint light from the lantern, Li Zijing's expression gradually changed from leisurely to shocked.

Then, the pupils shrank suddenly.

A black arrow jacket with a waistband, a set of cotton armor, a green skirt, a green trousers and other clothes were thrown aside in a mess.

A woman's hands and feet were tightly held down by two Shun soldiers wearing thin arrow jackets. A Shun soldier in front of her was raising and lowering his hands on her.

The faint crying that I heard just now has now turned into a numb groan.

The woman bit her lip, refusing to make any more noise, almost drawing blood from her bite. Her eyes were like a dead fish, but Li Zijing's sudden intrusion did not give her any hope.

The slightly fishy north wind blew into the camp from the battlefield in Pingchuan outside Jindou Pass. The soldier Shun who was riding on the woman suddenly concentrated and slowly turned his head.

"Who?"

After watching intently for a long time, the panic on the soldier's face gradually dissipated, because Li Zijing was now wearing the same attire as an ordinary old soldier.

"How dare I want a subordinate like you?"

"Please give King Xiao Chuang an explanation as to what my subordinate did wrong!"

Such people are not qualified to be called rebels at all!

"Tied!"

Since he is not an officer, there is no need to be afraid.

"Subordinate."

"Borrowing General Zuoying's old soldiers to use."

Seeing that there was no movement from the woman for a long time, Li Zijing stretched out his hand to test her breathing, but found that she had died at some point.

The rage boiling in Li Zijing's heart gradually dissipated, and he stood on the high platform and said quietly.

"I took her with my blood and sweat from the capital and brought her back to my hometown to give birth to my son. If you want her, go back and grab her yourself!"

The three Shun soldiers were all frightened by this sudden situation, as if they had received an electric shock, and fell into a state of half-stupidity.

He gave up after seeing several veteran soldiers from Zuoying standing solemnly.

"Still, I have to go back to the General Military Mansion to ask about this matter."

Several people set off immediately and strode into several nearby tents, causing a burst of commotion.

The old soldier was kicked to pieces, and he didn't care about the little intruder or the intruder. He stood up and clenched his fists and approached, wanting to ask for an explanation.

Liu Fangliang turned sideways, deliberately looking away from the woman's disheveled body, and said lightly.

Li Zijing stood up, his tone filled with murderous intent that he had never seen before.

"Otherwise, even if my subordinates find General Quan's head, they will still have to ask clearly!"

Liu Fangliang's face showed a slight frown, and he realized something. He pondered for a long time, and then nodded slowly.

"My subordinates have met the boss!"

Li Zijing said nothing more and suddenly pulled out the Yanling knife from his waist.

Arriving outside the camp, I looked at the deserted camp.

"Hehe, okay."

Reaching out his hand and slowly closing the woman's eyes, Li Zijing closed his eyes and gasped, his voice slightly trembling.

The panic on the Shunjun boss's face was wiped away, and he was all smiles.

After giving the order, the remaining two Dashun soldiers looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes flickering and indifferent.

"Don't worry, General Zhi. We will fight again in a few days. My subordinates will definitely take the lead bravely!"

"Stop!"

Liu Fangliang's eyes moved slightly, remembering that Emperor Yongchang did not explicitly prohibit sergeants from coercing people to accompany the camp, then he sighed and said coldly.

Li Zijing's bone-chilling voice suddenly reached his ears. The Dashun soldiers who were holding their swords trembled all over, with heavy cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

When they saw that the person coming was Liu Fangliang, they were all shocked. The old soldier even picked up his pants and stood up, walking forward with a few steps on his knees.

Li Zijing was not a saint, and he was not a wealthy man. He could not do anything while watching a woman being bullied to death in front of his eyes.

Li Zijing sneered, ignored them, walked in, half-crouched, picked up the dress on the ground and covered the woman.

After a while, Liu Fangliang, who was full of shock, finally came to his senses, turned around and nodded to the Zuoying boss he had brought.

Soldier Shun snorted disdainfully and turned back.

The faces of the three soldiers were all staring at the new commander, and the fawning expression on the old soldier's face was stagnant.

"This is your Majesty's third younger brother. He is the commander-in-chief of your department and was personally appointed by His Majesty."

Even another Dashun soldier felt the killing intent coming towards him, with goosebumps all over his body and his heart pounding with anxiety.

The two of them had no doubt that as long as they hesitated for a moment, the sharp blade would easily cut through their necks.

A new general who had just arrived treated his subordinates so harshly. The veteran soldier was not only shocked but also dissatisfied.

"Then I'll feel relieved."

Not long after, several old soldiers walked out of the camp sleepily. Feeling the cold wind, they immediately turned around and returned to their accounts.

This time, the two Dashun soldiers did not hesitate for a moment and almost subconsciously responded in unison.

Seeing that the old soldier was tied up tightly, Li Zijing put away his knife and looked behind him.

The woman's eyes were widened and she stared straight in front of her. Her eyes were so fixed that Li Zijing felt a chill in his heart.

Dark clouds were covering the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck Guancheng, illuminating the front camp in an instant.

With a loud shout, the three soldiers turned around immediately.

The two Dashun soldiers did not expect such a thing to happen. When they disobeyed the order, they were beating drums in their hearts and fighting fiercely.

"Be more restrained. We will go to war again in a few days. It will be difficult to fight if we use up all our strength."

The veteran soldiers have been with the camp for many years. From Camp Breaking to Dashun, they have survived many fierce battles and have always been the backbone of the team.

"Does the boss have the right to control his subordinates?"

The sound of rapid footsteps came from behind. Liu Fangliang rushed over and opened the curtain. He was stunned and speechless for a moment.

"These ladies were obtained by following His Majesty into the capital. What are you doing to make a general?"

The Yanling Sword was slowly placed on the shoulder of a Dashun soldier. The blood stains from the Qing army still could not hide the cold light of the blade.

"Take the body and find a place to bury it in the pass."

"I'll just say it one last time, tie it up."

Even when he came to wait under the stage, he stood crookedly, talking in various local dialects, and his face was full of dissatisfaction.

"I obey my orders!"

The Shunjun boss and the two ordinary soldiers all had their eyes lit up, and then they looked at Li Zijing who was standing aside.

Li Zijing stepped forward and suddenly kicked the old soldier with full force, catching the old soldier off guard and knocking him to the ground.

"Calling the troops together, I have something to say."

From Gao Yingxiang, the first king of Chuang, to Li Zicheng, the current emperor of Yongchang, they all regard Lao Benbu as their top priority and have never treated him so poorly.

Li Zijing's attitude is very puzzling.

Driven by fear, the two people's already weak will was shattered in an instant, and they tremblingly held down the old soldier.

These old soldiers from Zuoying had all fought in the battle last night. Not only did they respect Li Zijing, they also had nothing to say about Liu Fangliang.

The rumble of thunder, like the sound of drums, accompanied by the rapid pouring of rain, makes people uneasy.

The black paper was fluttering in the wind. Li Zijing, wearing an arrow jacket covered with scars, stood on the stage with a knife on his face with no expression on his face.

Looking at the more than 100 people in the audience, Li Zijing slowly shook his head.

"If you haven't come out yet, there's no need to call again."
Chapter completed!