"Hmph, hard bones." The barbarian general took a deep breath, "Take it back, chop it into minced meat, and feed it to my wild dogs!"

Isn’t Jiang Haiping proud?

Then he will crush this pride.

Several soldiers nodded.

They now have less than a thousand men and can no longer attack the city.

Just as they were about to drag Jiang Haiping's body back, a rapid voice fell.

"Military advisor is not allowed!"

Si Fuqing quickly climbed down from the city gate, rushed to the battlefield as fast as she could, hugged Jiang Haiping's body, then turned around and ran away.

"Where did the white-faced scholar come from?" The barbarian general frowned, "Looking for death!"

Jiang Haiping's army of 300,000 was beaten down to only 5,000 or 6,000. His plan to seize Yanmen failed. He was angry that there were still people who dared to mess with him.

He immediately picked up his long knife and slashed at Si Fuqing.

"Crack!"

The knife struck her body.

In an instant, it was a deep wound.

A strong fishy sweetness surged up into his throat. Si Fuqing gritted his teeth and refused to spit out a mouthful of blood, still protecting Jiang Haiping's body.

She could not change the direction of history, nor could she let Jiang Haiping be humiliated by these barbarians.

The barbarian general was furious.

He couldn't deal with Jiang Haiping, and he couldn't deal with a military advisor?

Since you have to die, don't blame him for being rude.

The barbarian general swung his sword and struck out again.

There was another wound on Si Fuqing's back.

Her steps staggered.

The expressions of the only two soldiers left on the city gate changed: "Military advisor!"

"Want to keep company with your marshal? I'll make it happen!" The barbarian soldier made a sound and waved his sword for the third time, "How dare a scholar to overestimate his own abilities like this!"

But the knife failed to hit.

The sound of horse hooves sounded at this moment, running wildly.

Si Fuqing felt a light touch on her feet and she was lifted up. The hand put her on the tall horse, and the owner of the hand turned over and dismounted.

The next second, there was only a "clang" sound, which was the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed.

The barbarian general's eyes widened. He lowered his head blankly and looked at the Dragon Bird Sword inserted in his chest in disbelief.

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood poured out of his throat continuously and he couldn't stop it.

"Ho ho..." The barbarian general covered his chest and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. His huge body fell down unwillingly.

There is no one alive under the Dragon Bird Sword.

The young emperor raised his hand, and the Dragon Bird Sword returned to his hand.

The cold blade was pointed directly at the remaining barbarian soldiers.

His voice was light, but he said: "Exit Yanmen, Paul's body will be intact."
Chapter completed!