What? Let the high courtiers kill the Tartars?

Wu Binghao of the 3,000th battalion and Lu Haibo beside him glanced at each other, not knowing why the Hou Ye was.

These two were born as martial artists and had an innate admiration for literati.

Including the rows of big-headed soldiers behind them, in their eyes, the ministers in the court are all wise men who are knowledgeable and put the world first.

"An Guohou, what are you talking nonsense?

We are scholars, how can we do such a degrading thing?

It just doesn't make sense! Ma Shiying, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, stood up from behind the stage and retorted.

As soon as he got out of the early court, he followed this kid here at the behest of the emperor, Ma Shiying thought that he was letting these Ming humerus go to participate in the prisoner sacrifice ceremony, and by the way, these big-headed soldiers felt valued.

But now? What did An Guohou say?

Let them be executioners? This is simply an insult to those of them who read books!

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

"Yo, isn't this Ma-sama?

I remember that last year, Master Ma also gave a note to the saint, saying that he hated to be stubborn and stubborn, and killed the prisoner for the saint.

How? Now that the opportunity has come, it has become an insulting thing again! Are all readers so contradictory? Liu Hong gradually sneered.

"Humph! This time, that time!

Last year, it was because of the construction of the prisoner, and now the construction of the prisoner has retired, my generation of scholars should be diligent in political affairs for the saint to share worries!

As the Marquis of Daming An, don't you know this reason? Ma Shiying replied.

He suffered two losses, and he was very jealous of An Guohou, a guy who didn't play cards according to common sense.

But now the cabinet has been reduced to paper, and among the six ministries, only he is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites.

Ma Shiying seems to have become the leader of a group of imperial historians, and at this time, the Marquis of An Guoguo made a provocative speech, even if he was afraid, he couldn't swallow his anger.

Otherwise, what is the difference between him and the papier-mâché elders of the cabinet?

"Whatever you Maggi! Do you also know that the captives have retired?

Why did Jianyu retreat? Was it said that you were dismissed by a scholar?

Now that there are so many Tartars on the ground, you have the ability to say that one is dead!

Are you coming? Seeing that Ma Shiying was silent, Liu Hong gradually said contemptuously.

If it weren't for the fact that these Tartars would have been starved and fainted, it is estimated that many officials would be scared to pee.

"Shit! It was fought by 100,000 soldiers of the Ming Dynasty with swords and spears!

Wu Binghao! Come here! Liu Hongjian suddenly said to Wu Binghao, the general of the 3,000 battalion behind him.

Wu Binghao didn't know why, but as a soldier, he didn't hesitate to come to Liu Hongji.

"Take off your armor!" Liu Hong said coldly.

Wu Binghao did as he said, and after a while, his upper body was stripped of his essence, and there were several scars on his dark chest, one after another, with arrow marks on his left shoulder, and even more scars on his right arm.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you see these scars?

These three were left when they went to Suijing to exterminate the three towns in Jiangbei, and this arrow wound was also left at that time!

The knife wound on the right arm is a new injury last month, so keep your eyes open and take a look! Liu Hong gradually pointed to the wound on Wu Binghao's body and said.

In the previous battle at the border pass, the generals talked about the scars on their bodies when they were washing, and Liu Hongjian also heard a little.

Then he asked Wu Binghao to turn around and look at people with his back, and the scars on his back were even more shocking, and he didn't dare to look directly at the few officials who were close.

"This is a Ming general, and the general is the third grade, and the grade is equivalent to the squire of each department, so there is no need to say more.

But look at it, as a martial artist of the third grade of the Ming Dynasty, how many scars are there on his body?

And what about ordinary soldiers?

People, they are using their lives to protect you! Liu Honggradually said a few words, and many people below shed tears.

"And now? Just because the imperial court wanted to give these soldiers some silver, they were opposed by the ministers.

Dare to ask, if the Tartar soldiers come, who do you expect to save your life? ”

"It's these soldiers!"

"It's the iron knight of the Ming Dynasty!" Many people in the crowd shouted.

They are illiterate, but they understand the truth.

"Yes, it's these soldiers, it's them who are desperate!

I don't understand, they desperately defended the Great Wall, and the imperial court did its best to distribute some bereavement pensions and bounties, what's wrong with this?

Lord Ma, and you and other officials, are you so opposed?

Don't you think the court has a lot of money?

Come! Come! Come! Now that these tartars are tied here, which of you will come first?

It's a mule or a horse, pull it out for a walk!

As long as you dare to do it, kill one person, Ben Hou will give 500 taels, kill 10 people, Ben Hou will give 5,000 taels! Liu Hong gradually pulled out the sword from Wu Binghao's waist and handed it to Ma Shiying, who was pale.

"An Guohou, you are so extravagant, the treasury will be emptied by you sooner or later!

It's time to see how you end! As for this murder, I forgive this official for having nothing to accompany! Leave! ”

Ma Shiying couldn't refute what Liu Hongjian said, after all, now the crowd is excited, if he talks about the bereavement and reward, it is estimated that the spittle of the common people can spray him to death.

"Hmph, the treasury is empty, and I can't starve you Ma Shangshu, how many fields and shops do you have in your own home, don't think that Benhou doesn't know!"

Liu Hong gradually said a few nonsense, and Ma Shiying, who had just turned around and was walking, almost fell down with a weak leg.

Everyone knows that An Guohou speaks relatively straight, but if he can expose people so short in public, it is estimated that it is not enough to be called a straight man of steel.

"How? Is there anyone who dares to do it? Five hundred taels, kill one, it's worth several years of your salary! Now or never! ”

Liu Hong gradually said to the many imperial historians behind him.

The civilian leader Ma Shiying ran away in disgrace, and what kind of waves could they make, most people looked left and right, and they didn't dare to speak.

Let them write and scold a certain minister, and they can write and scold the human body without skin.

Anyway, they are officials, and they don't have to be responsible for hearing the wind and playing things, as long as they don't look happy, they can write and scold them, even if they are the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, they can't be harsh with them.

Can they kill someone? Poor God, they probably haven't even killed chickens!

"Soldiers of the 3,000 battalions, now Ben Hou orders you to kill these captives!" Liu Hong gradually regained and walked to the middle of the prison platform.

He didn't have any thoughts about these keyboard warriors, and he still had to rely on these iron-clad men at critical moments.

"Order!" Wu Binghao, a staff general of the 3,000th Battalion, took the lead in drawing his sword.

Most of these Tartars did not understand the Ming language, and in fact they were already starving and lying on the ground.

The soldiers of the 3,000 battalion had to pull the Tartars up one by one, and the Tartars seemed to know what was going to be decided, but they had no strength to speak except to express their fear with piercing eyes.

"Slash!" Liu Hong gradually threw all the tokens in the entire pen bucket to the front of the stage.

Under the blue sky and white sun, swords flashed on the court in an instant, and the soldiers of the three thousand battalions raised and fell with their swords, and dozens of Tartar captives went to see their immortal heaven.

"Your Highness, are you afraid?" Liu Hong gradually saw the crown prince Zhu Cihong beside him clenching his fists as if he couldn't bear it, and spoke.

"No, no, they damn it!" Reason told him that these Tartars had killed countless people of the Ming Dynasty, and they deserved to die.

But at the same time, Zhu Cihong was also a little unbearable in his heart.

Alas, it's still too bookish! Liu Hong sighed gradually.

How could he not see Zhu Cihong's temperament, he originally expected Xiao Zhu to roar and kill a tartar to play.

It seems that it's better to forget it, and it wouldn't be good if you accidentally made some psychological shadows.

Every time Liu Hong gradually remembered that there was a person named Zhu Shou in front of him, if these captives were in front of Zhu Shou, he estimated that this guy could come up with a hundred ways to kill these hateful Tartars!

Alas, it's not the right time to wear it! Liu Hong gradually complained in his heart.

"Call it a day! Go back to the palace with Ben Hou to receive the reward! ”