Lao Zhu looked at this strong man with a leopard head and ringed eyes. His body was covered in blood, both from his enemies and his own. There were several wounds on his body and the blood was flowing.

Gu Wenguang shouted, "Don't disturb the king!" He looked disgusted with this brave warrior, but also had a hint of fear and fear.

Lao Zhu, however, stepped forward directly, bent down and helped Wang Xiang up, "You are really strong men. I have long heard that the warrior camp is elite and brave. But after seeing it with my own eyes today, I know that there are no empty warriors despite the great reputation. You are worthy of the first imperial guard of the Ming Dynasty."

title."

While talking, Lao Zhu directly tore off a few pieces of silk from his brocade robe and bandaged it directly for the Prime Minister.

"Your Majesty, we have captured the Tatars, and we will wait for your Majesty." Wang An, the adopted son of the Prime Minister, dragged the half-dead Niha over. Niha was besieged by the Prime Minister and others, and was outnumbered. One of his hands was chopped off, and his whole body was covered in wounds.

He was a bloody man, and it looked like he was already dead.

"You have the courage to wait for the wrath of my Eight Banners to come!" Neha knew that she would not survive, but she still persisted in the end.

Lao Zhu looked at this bloody man and felt his chest and abdomen rolling. The thick smell of blood made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he still tried hard to stay calm.

"I am waiting!"

After saying that, Lao Zhu took out the loaded Franco machine gun from his robe and aimed it at Neha's head.

There was a loud bang and smoke rose.

Neha's head turned into a rotten watermelon.

The whole place was silent.
Chapter completed!