Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

Prince Guizi revealed his identity, and excited smiles appeared on the corners of everyone's mouths.

Major General Wu Qianli had never been killed before, but it was indeed the first time for the Prince.

Killing a devil prince will definitely have a greater impact on the devil than killing a major general.

"Except for that devil prince, none of the other devils will be left behind!"

With a wave of Wu Qianli's hand, all the soldiers excitedly approached the Devils' team step by step.

"Baga, stop now! Don't get any closer!"

Every time the soldiers took a step closer, all the devils subconsciously took a step back.

But soon, they were cornered and unable to retreat.

"ah!"

A devil major couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his command knife and rushed towards Wu Qianli with a roar.

Chen Kuan took a step forward, swung the rifle away, and at the same time stabbed the bayonet straight into the major's chest.

"Pfft!"

The bayonet was pulled out, and blood gushed out. The pure white bayonet was instantly stained red with blood. The dripping blood reflected the blood on Chen Kuan's face from a distance, making it particularly permeable.

Chen Kuan showed a ferocious face, and shouted viciously at the devil: "Anyone who is not afraid of death, come up to Grandpa!"

At this time, Jing Wei on the side stepped forward and patted Chen Kuan on the shoulder: "Chen Battalion Commander, save one for me, I haven't killed a devil for a long time."

Chen Kuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, stepped back a few steps, and gave Jing Wei his seat.

Seeing this scene, all the devils suddenly felt humiliated.

Among them, the lowest rank is Major, but what are these idiots doing?But are they lambs in a slaughterhouse?

With a roar, another devil, Shao Zuo, roared and rushed towards Jing Wei.

Jing Wei didn't have a weapon in his hand. When the devil Shaozuo's command knife slashed down, he dodged sideways, and at the same time grabbed the devil's arm with one hand, and with a sudden force from his shoulder, he directly knocked the devil down on the ground.

The command saber he had seized was held tightly by his backhand, and the next second he threw it heavily, piercing directly into the devil's chest.

"it is good!"

Suddenly, a burst of cheers came like a tsunami.

Wu Qianli curled his lips, thinking to himself: If you kill a devil, you will kill the devil. This is too much pretense!

Although he thought so in his heart, even Wu Qianli had to admit that this method was of great help to improve morale.

Compared with Wu Qianli's side, the devil's expression was extremely embarrassing at this time.

Ju Sen's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his hands unconsciously touched his waist.

"boom!"

The moment Ju Sen was about to take out his gun, the gunshot rang out, and Ju Sen fell to the ground.

For a while, his eyes were fixed on Wu Qianli, full of disbelief.

Wu Qianli snorted coldly: "Don't play anymore, let's make a quick decision, except for the devils who are captured alive, all the rest will be killed."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded, and then gunshots rang out, and the officers around Prince Guizi fell to the ground one after another.

"Baga! Let go of me, you untouchables!"

Even though he has been tied up, Prince Guizi still curses at him.

"Snapped!"

The other soldiers couldn't understand the island language, but Chen Kuan could. Amid Prince Guizi's cursing, he gave him a hard time.

This slap directly slapped Prince Guizi honestly, and also slapped him dumbfounded.

Soon after, Prince Guizi was brought back to Feihu Ridge.

Such a big official naturally attracted Quan Feihuling's attention, both soldiers and civilians gathered around the Qianshan Square.

The devil faced down the mountain, knelt on the ground, and looked at the crowd around him in horror. At this moment, he realized that almost everyone was staring at him with anger and endless hatred.

Beside him, Wu Qianli held a big knife, and the reporter stood aside, ready to record this historic moment at any time.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his body, and also on the blade.

Wu Qianli flipped the big knife in his hand, Yu Hui flashed past with the cold light of the blade, and swung it down under the terrified eyes of Prince Guizi.

"Crack!"

The sound of the shutter, Prince Guizi's cry before he died, and the sound of Wu Qianli's sword breaking through the wind came out at the same time.

The sword swung down, and Prince Guizi's head rolled to the ground.

The blood stained the blade and the ground red, and the afterglow shone on the blood, taking away the last trace of warmth.

Amidst cheers and cheers, Wu Qianli handed the big knife in his hand to Chen Kuan, and turned to look at the reporter.

"Is it all filmed?"

The reporter nodded: "I have captured it, do you want to shoot other scenes?"

Wu Qianli nodded: "Take all the pictures, and you will publish them later, and someone will pay you the fee later."

The reporter laughed: "Head Wu, look at what you said."

"Beheading Prince Devil is big news. Even if you don't give us money, we have to come here."

Wu Qianli nodded, but was not polite to him.

This is not the Eighth Route Army's own newspaper, but an international reporter.

The Eighth Route Army's own reporter capabilities are limited, and the report of beheading the prince is mostly circulated within China. If the devil commanders in each theater reach a consensus, then the news is likely to be suppressed.

But international journalists are different. They have their own channels, and the devils can't cover them. In less than two days, the news will be known all over the world.

And this is the effect Wu Qianli wanted.

No matter what the ghost prince is here for, the news of the ghost prince's killing will definitely be an effective blow to the devil's morale.

The reporter was also very helpful, and the report was prepared that night, and it was released immediately the next morning.

As Wu Qianli expected, once the report was released, the whole country was in an uproar.

The morale of the devils all over the place fell off a cliff instantly, and the faces of the devil commanders in each theater were full of disbelief.

The phone calls of Taishi Iwamatsu Yoshio and Beiping Tada Hayao almost exploded within a day, and they all asked what was going on.

Yoshio Iwamatsu was also stunned. According to the original time, he should be able to receive Prince Guizi in three days.

But what he didn't expect was that what was waiting was not the prince, but bad news.

"How can this happen, how can this happen?"

"It's only been a few days since I took office as the commander of the First Army, and my ambition has not been fulfilled before such a big problem has occurred?"

Yoshio Iwamatsu sat slumped on a chair, staring blankly at the roof, completely dazed.

"Kawamura-kun, what else can we do to save the situation?"

His chief of staff, Yutaka Kawamura, shook his head: "Your Excellency Yansong, Tubalu has been prepared for this time. The newspaper is German, and we can't suppress the news."

"At this time, I'm afraid the news has already spread internationally, and I'm afraid the country has already known it. The next best result for you may be to be dismissed from your position."

Kawamura's words were very euphemistic, but Yoshio Iwamatsu knew very well that his fate would never be so simple.
At the same time, heart-piercing cries came from the palace of the island country