While asking questions, Jin Xuan had already raised the shining dagger.

The Jiannu messenger didn't have time to think, so he nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Very good." Jin Xuan nodded, and then asked, "Should we ask Xianglan Banner to retreat to Shandong?"

Jiannu's messenger shook his head hurriedly, keeping his eyes on the dagger in Jin Xuan's hand, fearing that it would suddenly drop.

"This is the right thing to do. You can avoid suffering." Jin Xuan smiled slightly, and then at the moment when Jiannu's messenger also relaxed, the dagger suddenly cut across his neck.

The Jiannu messenger's eyes instantly became dull.

Looking at Jin Xuan blankly, he seemed a little unbelievable.

Wu Batan and a dozen Yiding were also a little surprised.

This slave courier was very cooperative, why should he be killed?

"None of these slaves is innocent." Jin Xuan wiped the blood on the dagger with a towel and said, "Whose hands are not stained with the blood and tears of our Han people? They all deserve to die!"

Wu Batan and a dozen Yiding were awe-struck when they heard this, but they secretly thought in their hearts that Mr. Jin is a ruthless character. If nothing happens in the future, it is best not to provoke him, otherwise not only will their lives be in danger, but they will also be unable to do anything.

Fortunately, even the body becomes mutilated. For example, the Jiannu just now will probably only be a eunuch in his next life.

By this time, the old, young, women, children, and the border troops had all left.

Jin Xuan immediately shouted: "Master Wu, let's go back too."
Chapter completed!