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Chapter seven hundred and fifty six.

A tent was built between the Baoketu Coal Mine and the Ming army heading north.

After all, Qu Shixi didn't dare to take risks with the princess Changping. He brought more than a dozen cavalrymen, and he and Shanxi Town military governor Tian Chou rode over with a fat face.

On the other side, the gate of the coal mine opened, and Zhu Mei and her party walked slowly over. As the only bargaining chip for these Sakae tribes, she was given special care. Her hands were locked behind her back by heavy shackles. There were three guns beside her, which was extremely careful.

He was taken to the front of the tent with his hands behind his back. Looking at the green canvas army tent, Changping couldn't help swallowing heavily.

She didn't care about Qu Shisi and Tian Chou, but what made her nervous was the man who sat in the Forbidden City and held up the whole world with both hands. Recently, she had done too much and it was not an exaggeration to call him a rebellious person. If it had been through dynasties, it would have been abolished, especially her current behavior, which could have been called a rebellion.

If it were Chongzhen, Zhu Mai had no doubt that he would be ruthlessly sacrificed, but now if he was replaced by him, would he forgive himself? Will he give more than 50,000 rebellions and even more Bansheng people in the entire grassland a way out?

Changping's heart was beating violently.

In order to express sincerity, the twelve Ming army knights stood facing out, and the twelve Sakaemen stood on the other side. Han Xiaomo opened the tent door, Ang Turi took the lead in, bent down, and Changping followed closely behind. In the tent, a ball of candlelight was burning. Opposite the candlelight was Qu Shisi's gloomy dead face, staring at him with gritted teeth, and the commander Tian Choo on the other side took a step back. What surprised Changping was that he was obviously a little absent-minded.

In addition, when I interviewed Baoketu Coal Mine last time, two Mongolian fat men Zhu Ni had seen were there. On the edge of the tent were Zhu Ni's two miserable guards. One was thinking about how to cut Ding Ding to the palace when he went back, and the other was thinking about how many tall and powerful men would be trained by the Jiaofangsi, and they all looked listless.

"Your Highness, you are endangering the empire!"

As soon as he came in, Qu Shixi couldn't help but roared angrily. The old man was fucked and thin, but his lung capacity was quite large. He flew out more than three meters and jumped on Zhao Dazhuang's face.

However, looking at his annoyed expression, Changping raised her little hand locked behind her to the right and said innocently: "Mr. Qu, I am just a weak woman and was kidnapped by a thug. Can't I understand Lord Qu's words?"

"Your Majesty will make a decision on your affairs!"

The muscles on the corners of his mouth were so angry that they shook a few times. In the end, Qu Shixi did not continue to scold, but instead cast his eyes gloomy on Ang Turi's face.

"If I let Concubine Ming go, I can spare you a life! I will not blame you for this matter!"

"And let the Mongols climb onto our heads and continue bullying us?"

Also not showing any weakness, Ang Turi's eyes were wide open and roaring at them.

"Then how can you release Concubine Ming?"

Finally, Tian Chou spoke. The old general who fought with Mao Jue for many bloody battles, but today muttered weakly in an image that did not match his reputation. He heard this sentence, making Qu Shishi glared at him in anger, and then he turned his eyes gloomy again.

But the words of this slave man from Sakasuke made Changping unable to help but take a breath of air.

"With the Anlie River as the boundary, the Baoketu Grassland is the territory of our Bansheng people. The government army will not cross the boundary. From now on, we will not interfere with each other until we have never violated the river water and will never interact with each other when we die!"

"You want to establish a country? Are you crazy?"

Listening to Changping's sharp shouting, Angturi's solid face must have not changed.

"In the past, our ancestors believed in the Ming Dynasty. Daming watched them fall into Hu Chen and become slaves. I also believed in the government, but the government sold us to the Mongolians again! From now on, we only believe in ourselves!"

Things were a bit beyond Changping's control. Originally, she just wanted to force Qu Shixi to return the Baoketu coal mine, but the requirement of Angturi, the founding of the country, made the matter severe several levels. In an instant, Qu Shixi's face turned gloomy like rain. Even Zhu Ma herself regretted that she wanted to turn around. The shackles she locked behind were caught by Zhao Dazhuang, and at the same time, the gun was against her and took a step back.

"These slaves still want to establish a country on our land? Lord Qu, if you dare to agree, you will regard all the agreements with our Zarut tribe as false. Our Khan will lead a million cavalry and then spread the courage of the Cang Wolf and White Deer on the heads of you Han people who are as cowardly as lambs!"

Good guy, there was no negotiation here, but the other side was raised again. The fatter Mongolian nobleman roared with a bad mouth. He heard that Qu Shixi was almost pissed to death. Is he still young this year? Anyone dare to ride his neck to shit?

But things really made him embarrassed. Changping was not only Mao Jue's concubine, but also the former Ming princess, representing the marriage relationship between the Mao family and the Zhu family and the orthodox nature of the inheritance of the empire! He dared not let her make mistakes, but he promised him to establish a country? Qu Shixiu could not bear this responsibility. The old man turned his head with a headache and fell on Tian Chou, which made him vomit blood. Now he is even worse than his civil servant, and he doesn't know what he is thinking when he shrinks his neck.

"Mr. Qu, please reply to me soon!"

Looking at him with a gloomy look, Ang Turi tilted his head slightly, and Zhao Dazhuang stabbed the barrel of the gun on Zhu Dawei's back again, and the pain made her moan involuntarily.

But this threat also made Qu Shili feel a little nervous. His dark old eyes appeared with a strong ruthless look. He squirmed his lips gloomyly. But before he could spit out the words, a rapid sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded violently outside the tent. The hairs stood up in an instant, and he pulled Zhu Mu backwards again. The blue veins on Zhao Dazhuang's neck burst out and he roared.

"Dog official, cheat?"

This was not what Qu Shisi ordered. He also looked at Tian Chou with surprise, but the imperial marshal still looked half-dead. At this critical moment, an angry shout suddenly rang out of the tent.

"Present women!!!"

Zhu Ma was so smart that she shivered and her little face turned pale. As Ming Jun's tent door was lifted up again, she was crying and nodding with a trembling face: "Old, master, you... why are you...?"

"His Majesty!"

Shen Yunjian and Lin Wanru almost cried, and suddenly knelt on the ground in a sad way. Qu Shisi's eyes widened, while Tian Chou had already prepared to bow. It turned out that he had known it a long time ago.

"The good things you have done in the past few months!!!"

He was furious. As soon as he came in, Mao Jue walked towards him directly, which scared Zhu Mi's calves even more weak. As with Stockholm syndrome, he shook his robber Zhao Dazhuang, shook his tied hands and shouted sadly: "Master, I'm kidnapped, I'm dangerous, don't come over!"

But today, everything is so dramatic. Zhao Dazhuang, who was still murderous just now, suddenly had a big spin. In the unbelievable eyes of more than a dozen leaders of Bansheng, he used his back to block his back and threw Changping out. Is a ballet spinning? Zhu Da was also confused, not biased and just threw it into Mao Jue's arms, just like a classic shot on TV, the two of them were spinning back to the government army.

This was too bloody. The people on both sides were stunned for a few seconds. Then, as if they woke up from their dreams, they raised the gun at their hands and pointed at the other party's nose.

Bang ~

A slap was directly on Zhu Mi's perky little butt. As the editor-in-chief screamed, Mao Jue's eyes were as round as the bull's eyes, and he yelled with a beard and yelling: "It's really a long time since I used the family law! I've been against you, a prodigal girl!!!"

But I didn't have the intention to see them show their love and show their love. While holding up the gun, Angturi was also staring at the boss, and roaring in shock and anger: "Zhao Dazhuang! You are crazy, you are crazy? Why? Why do you betray everyone?"

"Sorry, boss! I was originally under the command of the Jinyiwei and never took it at night! In the 12th year of Chongzhen, I was lurking in the grassland with the caravan. I have never been a Sakae!"

The muzzle was pressed against his temple, and the Oscar winner who could win the Little Golden Man shrugged helplessly.

After stuffing Changping, the girl behind, Mao Jue finally regained some of the emperor's demeanor. He walked proudly to the front of the Infernal Affairs group with his hands behind his back. He slapped away Qu Shisi, who was still trying to talk. Mao Jue waved his hand like a fly.

"For Changping's sake, I won't kill you. You guys can run away. Let me get out to the new world and never come back. If you put down your weapons, I will just pretend that things have never happened."

"roll!"

After humming over the domineeringly, Mao Jue hugged his arms again and walked arrogantly outside the tent, his eyes shattered. Ang Turi moved away the short musket regardless of the situation and suddenly pulled the trigger towards Mao Jue's back. However, in the crackling sound, there was no spark spurt. Zhao Dazhuang stabbed the muzzle on his forehead and said gloomyly.

"Brother, think about it for the people of Baoketu!"

The blue veins swelled up on his forehead and he threw the gun suddenly. Angturi touched the knife at his waist without hesitation.

At this time, an equally incredible voice also sounded in the tent.

"Why?"
Chapter completed!
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