After transmigrating into a mermaid, I will monopolize three thousand favors

On June 700, Cong Ji led [-] elite troops to Wannan City at full speed.

Wannan City is currently guarded by the Empress Dowager Zhou's uncle, Zhou Yun. Zhou Yun was a first-rank hussar general. Duan Ruizhi's division will surely annihilate the entire army.

Cong Ji was thousands of miles away and couldn't command Zhou Yun, so he came to Wannan City on purpose.

After the city gate was opened, Cong Ji did not see Zhou Yun who was supposed to greet him, only Zhou Yun's deputy general cupped his hands and said, "The final general will pay homage to Your Majesty."

He sneered: "Where is Zhou Yun?"

The lieutenant general said respectfully: "The general feels cold occasionally and is resting in bed."

Cong Ji said sarcastically: "The reason why General Zhou is afraid of Zhou Chu is because he occasionally feels the wind and cold? I have never heard that the wind and cold can make a general become as timid as a mouse."

Before the lieutenant general could speak out, the soldiers on the left and right were already showing expressions of indignation.

Obviously, these officers and men's hearts are towards Zhou Yun, not the Southern Jin Dynasty. If they can't be changed, they will be of no use.

Cong Ji slowly scanned the faces of each soldier, and said with a smile: "The military pay you consume every day is the hard work of the common people. Do you think you are worthy of the common people? Your parents, brothers, sisters, and wives need your protection urgently. You think you are worthy of it." Are they? You should know that to Zhou Chu, you are not human, and neither are your relatives. They are just living and eating like human beings. Do you know that Zhou Chu captured this land 40 years ago? Wannan City?"

Seeing some soldiers nodding their heads, he continued: "After Zhou Chu captured Wannan City, he first massacred the city, leaving only men and women under 20 years old, and then selected beautiful men and women to commit adultery/fornication, and killed ordinary men and women. Cut off the head, peel off the skin, divide it into several pieces, put it in the pot to cook, and reward the three armies. After the beautiful men and women satisfy their lust/desire, they will also be cooked and eaten by them. In the end, this Wannan City Turned into a ghost town."

He paused, his smile was still there, but his eyes were as sharp as a blade: "Do you hide in Wannan City because you want to be their dead souls, or to be their venting tool, or to be their food? "

All the soldiers were silent.

Cong Ji then asked: "What do you want your relatives to be theirs?"

After saying that, he said to the lieutenant again: "Take me to see Zhou Yun."

The deputy general didn't like Cong Ji because Cong Ji was a tyrant, but what Cong Ji said made his heart shake.

As promised, he immediately brought Cong Ji to Zhou Yun's bed.

Cong Ji looked at Zhou Yun, who had a ruddy complexion, but lied that he was occasionally feeling cold. With a movement of his fingers, "ten steps" came out of the sheath, and a silver light appeared, and he chopped off Zhou Yun's head involuntarily.

The blood splattered from Zhou Yun's mouth stained his eyebrows and eyes. After he wiped it away with his hand, he picked up Zhou Yun's head and walked out of the magnificent bedroom.

His move was not on a whim, but had been planned for a long time.

Zhou Yun has 50 elite soldiers under his command. It is a risk to kill Zhou Yun, but if he does not kill Zhou Yun, the 50 elite soldiers will not be able to be used by him. Undoubtedly, with these 50 elite soldiers, the Southern Jin Dynasty had a chance of winning.

There were so many soldiers outside, Zhou Yun's head either opened his mouth to scream, or his face was full of horror, and what's more, he raised his sword and pointed at Cong Ji's heart.

Fortunately, this little pawn's skill is not so good, Cong Ji never even returned to the capital, and his life was killed with just a flick of a finger.

He tapped his toes, and in the blink of an eye, he had hung Zhou Yun's head over the city gate.

When he was seven years old, Cong Ji had seen Zhou Yun who was returning to court as a teacher. At that time, Zhou Yun was sitting on a sweaty and bloody BMW. His armor was heavily scarred, and his limbs were not spared. However, Zhou Yun looked resolute and straight back, as if God of War, taught him to think that as long as Zhou Yun was there, the Southern Jin Dynasty could enjoy peace forever.

It's a pity that the Zhou Yun at that time has long since disappeared, and now Zhou Yun has degenerated from a god of war to a rat who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

According to seniority, Zhou Yun is Cong Ji's uncle, therefore, Cong Ji looked at the dead head and said in a low voice, "Uncle, please go."

Afterwards, he patrolled a group of soldiers, and said calmly: "If you want to avenge your General Zhou, I will wait here; if you want to defend your home and country, then follow me to fight the enemy."

After a few breaths, he raised his voice and said: "Since no one wants to avenge Zhou Yun, you all go out with me to kill the enemy."

On June 50th, he rearranged [-] elite soldiers and formulated a strategy.

On June [-]th, when the sky was not yet clear, he took the lead in surprise attacking Zhou Chu.

In fact, he has never been on the battlefield, and he has never killed so many people. It should be because of his bloodthirsty desire, he only feels happy.

It wasn't until he was exhausted that he supported his body with "ten steps", tried his best to raise his head, looked up at the jade plate, and said in his heart: "Wen Qi, I kill people like hemp, it is really wise to leave me."

Suddenly, a person rushed out from the mountain of corpses and grabbed his throat.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's neck, strangling him to death.

Then, he let go of his hand, and the corpse fell limply to the ground, mixed with other corpses.

All he could see were corpses and gunpowder smoke, while his armor was covered with blood, layer after layer, most of which had already solidified, and a few were struggling to flow downward.

He took a breath, and his nasal cavity was instantly blocked by the smell of blood.

He suddenly felt that he was about to die, but his body was still standing.

The next moment, he seemed to see Wen Qi, wearing a white shirt, as clean as moonlight.

Afraid of tarnishing Wen Qi, he hesitated for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand to Wen Qi, wanting to embrace Wen Qi in his arms.

Wen Qi dodged sideways, frowning, not even willing to do anything to him out of the corner of his eye.

"Wen Qi, I am happy with you." He suddenly felt that even expressing his heart was a tarnish/sultry to Wen Qi, and immediately stepped back a few steps, away from Wen Qi.

"Your Majesty." He suddenly heard someone calling him, and immediately said angrily, "Don't disturb me."

After a while, he realized that Wen Qi was not in front of him, and there was only a battlefield like purgatory in front of him.

He looked sideways, saw that it was Duan Ruizhi, and asked, "Did you count the number of people? How much did we lose?"

Duan Ruizhi reported: "510 people were killed, 620 were seriously injured, and 91 were slightly injured."

He is Cong Ji's confidant, promoted by Cong Ji himself, and he has always admired Cong Ji.

Seeing that Cong Ji was covered with injuries, he sighed and said, "Your Majesty is also seriously injured."

"Really?" Cong Ji knew that he only cared about killing people, and his body was full of flaws. The guards couldn't protect him at all. It was natural for him to be seriously injured, but he didn't feel any pain.

He went back to the barracks with Duan Ruizhi, entered the tent, and the doctor treated him.

Perhaps it was because he had killed too many people today, even though it was still June [-]th, he could easily suppress his bloodthirsty desire.

After the dressing was finished, Duan Ruizhi brought food, Cong Ji used it a little, and then put down the bamboo chopsticks.

Duan Ruizhi persuaded: "Your Majesty should use more."

"It's enough." Cong Ji waved his hand, "Retire."

Duan Ruizhi did not retreat, but said: "Your Majesty killed Zhou Yun, the Zhou family will definitely not let it go, if His Majesty is useful to the last general, the last general will die."

After learning the news of Zhou Yun's death, the Zhou family will not only not let it go, but will probably take the opportunity to make trouble.

Because of his illustrious military exploits, Zhou Yun is quite prestigious both in court and among the people.

And this prestige is enough to incite people's hearts, making Cong Ji unable to secure the throne.

But for Cong Ji, Zhou Yun was the mainstay of the Zhou family, without Zhou Yun, the Zhou family would have nothing to fear.

The Zhou family's arrogance is growing day by day, and they cannot stay any longer.

On June [-], [-], and [-], the fighting ceased temporarily.

On June [-]th, at the moment of ugly hour, the three princes of Zhou and Chu led more than a hundred people to raid the Southern Jin army camp at night.

Cong Ji hadn't rested yet, and raised his sword to fight.

This week, the third prince of Chu was very skilled in martial arts. The two of them tried more than a hundred moves back and forth, but they couldn't tell the winner.

Another half an hour later, the third prince of Chu was defeated this week and retreated again and again.

Since the night was dark and Cong Ji was not familiar with the terrain here, he didn't plan to pursue the victory to avoid falling into a trap.

He was about to deal with the enemy army who covered up the third prince Zhou Chu to leave, but unexpectedly, the third prince Zhou Chu shot back with his carbine.

He was caught off guard, and his right cheek was cut open by the third prince Zhou Chu, revealing a little white bone.

The pain didn't make him hesitate, instead he leaned forward and slapped the third prince Zhou Chu.

The third prince Zhou Chu couldn't dodge in time, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Cong Ji didn't dare to take it lightly, but he didn't expect that there was a hidden arrow ready to go.

The third prince of Zhou and Chu raised his sword and fought with Cong Ji, but not long after, he was defeated again.

Taking advantage of the trend, he used himself as the bait patiently and quietly, leading Cong Ji to show his flaws.

With a flick of a finger, the dark arrow pierced through the night, piercing Cong Ji's heart inch by inch.

Cong Ji was bleeding profusely in an instant, and his face was pale.

He didn't care about his injuries, and he made fierce moves, intending to take the life of the third prince of Chu this week.

However, he only severely injured the opponent, and the opponent was rescued by his subordinates.

Only then did he lower his eyes to look at his heart, and then calmly said to himself: Is I going to die?How nice it would be to see Wen Qi for the last time?How great would it be if I could see myself and Wen Qi's children?

He thought about it for a second, if he doesn't see it, he won't see it, his current appearance is horrific, and he will definitely frighten Wen Qi and the children.

His mind gradually became lax, his body swayed, and he finally fell to the ground.

On June [-], he had a persistent high fever and was on the verge of death.

He didn't get better until June 27, but the high fever still persisted.

On June [-]th, at noon, he was half asleep and half awake. He heard the sound of swords and swords, and immediately flew out with force.

One person after another died under his sword. He was so red-eyed that no one could dissuade him, and he didn't even notice that the wound burst.

kill!kill!kill!

Before dying, the only thing he can do is to kill more enemy troops.

This means he can protect his people more.

kill!kill!kill!

He killed all the enemy troops on the scene without leaving any armor, and he himself was pale, like a ghost.

He stared at the bloody "Ten Steps", and for a moment, he didn't distinguish between enemy and friend, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at a soldier who was born and died with him.

The tip of the sword reached the soldier's throat in an instant, just one stab could kill him.

kill!kill!kill!

He withdrew the sword with difficulty, his temples throbbed, and the veins on the back of his hands were all bulging.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his sword and stabbed at the corpse of an enemy soldier.

Again and again, not long after, the corpse had already turned into minced meat, and he himself had turned into a man of blood.

When everyone saw this, they were deeply frightened.

Only a figure rushed behind Cong Ji and raised his hand to embrace Cong Ji.

Cong Ji smelled a familiar smell, was startled, turned his head, stared at the merman whom he hadn't seen in January and 21, and said softly: "Wen Qi, I miss you so much."