In the early morning of the third day, Wang Jian was ready to go, said goodbye to Sheng Yayu and A Ke, and looked at Zhou Miaotong and Miaoxuan, who were silent, smiled slightly, turned around and left.

The four girls went back to the house, either practicing or watching TV, but all of them were a little absent-minded.

Even Zhou Miaotong and Miaoxuan, who are just getting started, are the same.

Men and women, in fact, are the same thing.

Especially in ancient times, this kind of contact directly caused a qualitative change in the relationship between the two.

Even if you don't have feelings, you can quickly cultivate them, although this is also true in modern times, but after all, it is not so obvious.

Although the entire imperial city is under martial law, who can stop the king when he leaves the city, let alone sneaky.

It didn't take much to leave, and when he arrived outside the city, a steel suit covered his body, and his feet breathed flames and took off quickly.

The speed of the steel suit is simply too fast, and the speed is unmatched.

And this is in ancient times, there were no satellites, there were no various high-altitude structures, you just need to be careful of the peaks, and you can easily paddle through.

He flew in the air, and from time to time he made some difficult movements, like a bird, free.

had a lot of fun, and it wasn't until he was reminded in confusion that Wang Jian slowed down, looking at the city under his feet, and couldn't help but sneer on his face.

Shengjing, the Tartars moved their capital here a few years ago.

Although it has only been a few years, it seems that people have spent some effort here, and the construction is not bad.

Looking down from the sky, he couldn't see too clearly because there were no satellites, but there were some signs of prosperity.

These so-called prosperity are actually all obtained from grass valleys. To put it simply, it is to rob and not produce by yourself.

Oh, and it was also produced, and the Han slaves were the most industrious and loyal. They sweated and shed blood for the sake of unification, and they also contributed their wives and daughters, which worked hard.

The masters are naturally high, and they may still fall in love every day.

Well, let's have a female slave and a male master have some wonderful love, and a counterattack or something. It's better to have more than one male master, and compete with each other, then it's even more perfect.

Well, this is all a TV series, so fake that you can't even vomit it.

In the era of slaves with clear hierarchies, I still want to have these, and I can't dream of this reality.

Wang Jian glanced around, determined the location of the palace, and landed in the wilderness.

put away the steel suit, took out the second spear, wiped the sharp spear, and silently adjusted his breath.

After more than ten minutes, all kinds of chaotic emotions such as grief, ridicule, and powerlessness in his body dissipated, and his whole heart gradually cleared.

Half an hour later, Wang Jian's body, exuding a cold killing intent, slowly walked towards Shengjing City.

This was originally a Tartar capital, and there were many patrolling Tartar horses around it.

One of the teams saw Wang Jian, who was not hiding at all, and immediately galloped towards him.

A series of incomprehensible nonsense, Wang Jian directly ignored it, and continued to walk towards Shengjing.

Shout!

"It's the Southern Barbarians!"

"Kill him!"

The sound of arrows came with a low shout, and Wang Jian's gun head flicked lightly, and he pushed away the attack of the arrows.

He turned his head to look at the horse team, ten people, their faces were all dirt and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

But a mouse tail on the back of the head is very conspicuous, and the mouse tail is not the kind specially beautified in the TV series, but a real mouse tail.

A small patch above the back of the head, and the rest are bare.

Well, it's funny, Wang Jian couldn't help laughing.

I heard someone say that "Embroidered Spring Knife 2" does not respect history and makes Zhu Youzhen so insidious.

There are many people who don't respect history, and even get their hairstyles wrong, and I really feel sorry for our audience.

He was laughing, but the people on the other side didn't think it was good intentions, but instead drew their bows and arrows, and a few arrows whistled, but they were easily dodged by Wang Jian in laughter.

"Kill Matt's style, awesome!"

Wang Jian smiled, but his feet were terrifyingly fast.

The head of the gun easily pierced the throat of one person, and he rolled over and kicked the body on the other.

The tartar was hit by the corpse, and his body exploded.

Wang Jian turned over on the horse, pulled the reins of the horse, controlled the direction, and the spear roared, piercing through the heads like sharp arrows.

He can kill everywhere in the Imperial City, let alone here.

He wants to kill, and he is no longer as patient as in the Luding world.

The two worlds are different, and if he wants to set the world, he can't let the society be too chaotic, otherwise it will be very troublesome to sort out.

In the future, as long as it is gradually encroached, it will be liquidated when the time comes.

But it's different here, Daming is still under the control of the imperial court, no matter how chaotic it is outside the gate, it's okay, and it's even a good thing for Daming.

In this case, there is no reason to endure yourself.

Besides, he needs to practice his guns, and it's best to practice them with the heads of these Tartars.

Ten Tartars died at their feet, Wang Jian laughed, pulled the reins, and galloped towards Shengjing.

The movement here has attracted the attention of many slaves outside the city.

When they looked at Wang Jian one by one, they were like looking at the gods, and some were even more excited.

None of these slaves were voluntary, but were taken to work as cattle and horses.

Although I don't know if Wang Jian can help them escape this nightmare, at least he dares to fight, and that is enough.

Woooooo

The heavy sound of the bull's horn conveys a special message.

Soon, when Wang Jian approached the city gate a few hundred meters, the city guards were quickly assembled, drew their bows and arrows, and aimed at Wang Jian who was slowly coming.

If Wang Jian wanted to enter the city, there were many ways, but he had come to the city before.

In order to destroy the city by absolute force, completely destroy the spirit and will of the Tartars.

Someone single-handedly blew up the capital, and this blow is definitely at the level of destroying will.

There must be remnants of the future Tartars, the will is destroyed, the backbone is broken, and destruction is not far away.

Not to mention the southern invasion, it would be good to be able to keep himself from being annexed by the Mongolian people of the collaborators.

It was based on this consideration that Wang Jian planned to take the risk.

He was even ready to consume the stand-in talisman, and it was incumbent upon him to do so for the sake of the land.

Wandering around the horses, slowly marching towards the city gate.

His expression was indifferent, exuding a murderous aura, and his face, which was not handsome, bloomed with unprecedented charm.

A spear, and blood is slowly dripping.

The closer he got to the city gate, the more intense the aura emanating from his body became.

This breath not only made the war horses under him tremble, but if it weren't for his order, they would have been lying on the ground fragile long ago.

A team of Tartars and war horses in front of the city gate were also restless.

Even the people who were on the horse had a strange pressure of black clouds crushing the city.

This makes it impossible for them to maintain the posture of wanton abuse and humiliation in front of the two-legged sheep in the past, but more cowardice under the appearance of brutality, just like hundreds of years later.

"Confused, pay attention to the control of the drone, take a picture of my majestic posture! In this life, there may be only this time to brag. ”

"Yes, master!"

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