At the top of Fuzhou city, three people's heads were covered with blood and blood. Two of them had gradually rotted, and it was obvious that they had been cut off for a while.

The King of Ying stood on the city tower and stared at the three heads silently. With the lessons from Ji'an Prefecture, Fuzhou City was very strict in the investigation of the people entering and leaving, and both men and women had to search for their bodies. These three were the officers and soldiers who were captured by Xingzang.

After torture, the second person caught a month ago could not bear to eat or beat him. In the end, he was the reconnaissance brave man from the Flying Tiger Camp. However, he didn't know what the Flying Tiger Camp did. Although he could see that he didn't tell lies, he finally chopped his head.

But the investigation was so strict that I found that the Qing Yao had dispersed many bewitching leaflets last night, which was really unpredictable.

Looking at the official army camp not far away, the King of England was silent. Jing Xiang was a man with many tricks and was unpredictable, but he was besieged by Fuzhou. Could it be that he was so blinded by victory and took a big move?

In the shade of a small wood under the city, Han Jinchun put down the mirror in his hand and said, "The fake king is on the city."

Ye Zhao, who was fighting with Harric, got up and took the Thousand Mile Mile Mile sent by the guards and looked at the city tower.

His eyes condensed on the three people hanging high. After looking quietly for a while, he threw the Qianlijing to the guard, turned around and sat back on the soft pier.

Han Jinchun signaled, and the soldier behind him pushed his wheelchair to Ye Zhao. Han Jinchun sighed, "Master, the three masters of the know will love you, and I'm still in peace."

Ye Zhao nodded slightly and fell into a spoil.

Seeing a little dragon being plotted by the prince, Harric said helplessly: "I'll say boldly that the master is not so compassionate on the chessboard."

Obviously, he could not force the bandit into Fujian, and Harric felt deeply sorry.

Han Jinchun said sincerely: "A kind person is not in charge of the army, but the prince is invincible!"

Ye Zhao waved his hand and signaled Harric to make a move.

Harric said carefully: "Can a servant admit defeat?"

Ye Zhao was amused by him and said, "No."

Harric had no choice but to think there with a frown. Han Jinchun smiled. Lao Ha was more like a jester in front of the prince, always making the prince happy, but the name of fox hunting has actually resounded throughout the southeast.

"Master, here you are here!" A guard saw the flag slogans from the distance from Qianlijing and hurriedly stepped forward to report.
Chapter completed!