The dim light of the stars and moon shrouded over Licheng. Whether it was the warrior or the herdsmen outside the city, they all received three taels of liquor from Li's mansion to celebrate the arrival of the Queen Mother.

The bonfires were lit, and the warriors and herdsmen sitting around the bonfire were happily drinking spirits and barbecued lamb legs.

The fragrance of mutton came out, making people salivate. It has not been so happy for a long time. It is rare for the Lord Li to be very compassionate. The Empress Dowager arrived at the grassland of Licheng. Everyone forgot the unhappiness and forgot the war in Qilian Mountains. Under the fermentation of alcohol, many people sang loudly.

Leaving the palace, there were also lights and colorful decorations, fresh little lambs, a whole tray of beef, fine wine and horse milk, all presented to the Queen Mother's wine table.

Nuerchi and the Empress Dowager sat on the same kang, talked about family matters, talked about the migration of their tribesmen to the Lishui grassland, and talked about the courage of their children and nephews.

The Empress Dowager gently pinched a ball of lamb and tasted it briefly, but she kept sighing. Qijin Mansion is good everywhere, and the imperial chef in the palace is also very skilled, but there is no longer a taste of this.

Nurchi laughed and brought a glass of milk to the empress dowager. The brother and sister talked more happily.

But when Nuerchi was chasing the tent, he found that something seemed to be missing in the tent. He couldn't help but have a gloomy face and called a small manager and asked, "Why haven't Coconut Skill come back yet?"

The manager said: "I'm afraid it's coming soon!"

Nuerchi felt a little worried, but he was soon diluted by the festive atmosphere. He thought to himself, maybe they had encountered a wolf pack on the grassland. The wolf pack is the most terrifying creature on the grassland, especially at night when the herdsmen bumped into them, and most of them were to be buried in the wolf's belly. However, the coconut technique brought hundreds of warriors, and it would never happen, and it would be delayed at most.

Nurchi laughed happily, raised the large cup of beef bones that were filled with wine, toasted the Queen Mother, and said a bunch of auspicious words.

The Empress Dowager picked up the horse's milk and said with great enthusiasm: "We all wish the Khan on the grassland to be wise and brave, to enter the pass as soon as possible, and to lead my Jurchen athletes to establish great achievements!"

The nobles in the tent were filled with blood, and they raised their wine cups together and said, "Wu Tu!"

The banquet lasted for more than an hour. In the desert at midnight, there was a biting chill in the north wind. The bonfire and the strong wine that was left untouched could not resist the cold. The herdsmen wiped off the water stains one by one, extinguished the bonfire, and planned to go back to their tents.

It was at this time that the vague sound of horse hooves came from the depths of the grassland. The careful herders couldn't help but be stunned. They were thinking, when is this time, and there would be someone who would come back with the horses? They were thinking, maybe it was not necessarily the wild horses that were frightened at night. Of course, they did not realize any danger. In the past few years, the Jurchens defeated all tribes in the desert and established the most powerful empire on the grassland. The various tribes on the grassland had already bowed to the Jurchens and had no time to avoid the Jurchens from afar, so how could they dare to appear on a large scale near the city?

As for the Xixia and the Khitans, even the lowest herdsmen did not agree. The Khitans have become dogs of a family. Although the Xixia people were lucky enough to defeat the Jurchens, they were so far from the city to the border of Xixia. When did they dare to extend their tentacles and footprints here since the founding of the Xixia Kingdom?

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and several Jurchen warriors rode on their horses excitedly and said, "It must be that the little prince of Coconut Art is back!" So dozens of warriors rode out quickly on horseback and galloped towards the horse hooves.

Under the hazy night sky, horse-riding knights rushed out of the darkness. Not far away, there was a small hill. On this hill, you could see the dim bonfire from the city.

Chen Ao stood on the hill with the seated horse restraining him. The half-height weeds swayed in the horse's belly, rustling, and the north wind blew his face, making it seem like a layer of frost on his face, and his expression could not even stretch.

Chen Ao looked in the far direction and heard the faint singing and the whimpering sound of the north wind. The stars and the bonfire on the ground shone together. Chen Ao closed his eyes, his eyes clear and shining.

"Gold, silver and jewelry, I'm here, Queen Mother, I'm here!" He shouted, any sound in this wilderness would be obscured by the sound of horse hooves.

The guard behind him felt embarrassed and showed a strange expression on his face. Gui Zhihuan smiled under the night sky with his ghost face. However, this beautiful smile was blocked by the mask, otherwise it would be enough to become a landscape in the darkness.

Chen Ao pulled out the Shangfang sword at his waist and saw a team of horses flying by under the hill. The sword forward pointed forward and said, "The Jurchens do not do birth, they make a living by robbing. They are like jackals and beasts. They kill them, rob their ill-gotten wealth, and do their way for heaven!"

Chen Ao suddenly felt that gentlemen were indeed different. They had to say something about killing people. In this way, their waists will not be sore and their legs will not hurt, and they will not even have a psychological burden to rob.

Chen Ao stroked the sword forward again and said, "Kill!"

The guard camp behind him broke out. In the darkness, millions of war horses galloped in one direction from all directions, with swords, bows, arrows and spears all thrust out. When approaching countless tent sheep and horse pens, everyone burst out with a final roar: "Kill!"

The herdsmen in the tent realized something strange. They didn't have time to put on their jackets and came from the tent. At the same time, the crying of women and children also became chaotic. The men wanted to resist, but it was too late. Before the outermost herdsmen arrived at their horse ring, they were knocked to the ground by the whistling cavalry. The sound of horse hooves stomping on his ribs. He whistled, opening the prelude to the night of murder.

There were too many cavalry rushing over, endlessly, like locusts in the fields, covering the sky and densely packed with endless ends. Cavalrymen rode their horses quickly, holding their weapons high, and crashed into the bonfire. The fires splashed everywhere, igniting tents everywhere.

Rows of cavalry vanguards ignored the herdsmen at all. After the speeding collision, they quickly accelerated their horses, crossed the mound of Licheng, and then released their horses to rush into the core of Licheng. There was no bonfire in the city, and the thin clouds covered the stars and moons in the sky. The cavalry rushed into this place, so dark that they could not see their hands.

"Kill!" The team roared in front of the team, and countless iron hooves followed closely. The clear eyes emitted a bloodthirsty light.

Someone lit a torch, and the buildings outside the city were sparse and mostly wooden structures. If they set fire, they could immediately burn the nobles in the city to ashes. However, the lieutenants obviously did not want to do this. The Regent's order was to rob him of his mother, not burn him of his mother, and once he set fire, nothing would be left.

Hundreds of buildings and streets in the city, any figure that appeared was immediately killed by the cavalry that rushed forward. Then the cavalry surrounded the buildings, three layers inside and three layers outside. Unlike the herdsmen's gathering points outside the mound, there were crying children and women everywhere, wailing before death, and fire everywhere, but here was surprisingly quiet and terrifyingly quiet.

Chen Ao ignored the killing outside the mound. The reason why this jackal-like nation is so unscrupulous is that no one has ever beaten them. They only know the pleasure of killing, but never feel the pain of being killed. Today, Chen Ao wants them to experience this pain in their body. Taking so many prisoners back will obviously slow down their progress, so the order he issued was to kill all Wanyan Aguda's mother family first.

More than a hundred torches illuminated the open space of Li's palace as bright as day. Hundreds of bright Confucian swords reflected the dazzling cold light under the flames, which made people dizzy, especially those lieutenant's eyes, with wolves, and when Chen Ao came over, everyone raised their chests. A battalion officer quickly came to Chen Ao's horse, took advantage of Chen Ao's horse to get off the horse, and whispered: "This is the Li's palace of the Jurchen Tartars, and the Queen Mother must be inside."

Chen Ao said lightly: "Don't hurry, let the soldiers search for buildings one by one, and remove the people first."

"Abide by the order!"

In the darkness, the command was conveyed: "Search!"

The gates of buildings began to be knocked open, and then the military horses with torches rushed in. After leaving the city, the wailing sounded, and the woman's screams were particularly loud. Gui Zhihuan hit the horse next to Chen Ao at some point, and she said lightly: "Can women and children kill them too?"

Chen Ao pursed his lips without saying a word.

In the darkness, in buildings, the soldiers found a person, a rebellious man and a screaming woman, and everyone was pulled onto the long street. Under the flames, the long sword was raised and slashed down sharply; then there was a muffled voice: "Next..."

Chen Ao suddenly looked back, glanced at Gui Zhihuan, and said lightly: "Women can give birth to children, and children will become jackals when they grow up. The Jurchens set a precedent for massacre. I am just a toddler in Handan."

Gui Zhihuan said nothing, stood aside indifferently, his faint eyes fell on a pool of blood on the long street.

When all the sounds of the surrounding buildings came to an abrupt end, Chen Ao waved his hand and said, "Follow me to leave the palace."

"As for order!" Hundreds of captains were vanguards, Chen Ao and his guards were in the squadron, behind them were hundreds of Hengshan warriors, seven or eight hundred people, rushing in.

Li Wang Mansion is the most majestic building in Licheng. The wooden corner tower and Qiongfu stretch for hundreds of meters. This place may have been the residence of a Khitan prince, so there are still many Khitan architectural styles. The places where torches shine on are extremely luxurious. Compared with this down-and-out Licheng, it is really a thousand times better.

A few Jurchen guards rushed towards him in despair from the darkness. Then dozens of spears were aimed at them. Before they could get closer, countless spears thrust forward, causing them to sag.

The lofts everywhere were quickly controlled by the soldiers, and anyone who appeared outside the house was also killed. This magnificent building with carved beams and painted buildings is now like a naked young woman, presenting in Chen Ao's eyes.

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Chapter completed!