Rebirth of a Female General

Chapter 179
Ma Shaduo was so angry that she cursed, but Wen Zhemao turned a deaf ear.

"Not a single one."

Wen Zhemao gave an order to the archers.

Ma Shaduo turned her head to stop drinking, but Wen Zhemao covered her mouth.

Wen Zhemao clung to her ear and smiled jokingly: "If you want to see them tortured by the poisonous blood of a poisonous person, and die in pain that would be worse than death, I can temporarily spare their lives."

Ma Shaduo stared blankly, staring blankly at the pawn opposite whose face had begun to distort, murmured and couldn't speak.

The poison in a poisoned person's blood is fatal, but it doesn't take effect immediately.

With such a degree of skin contamination, the time of poisoning will be greatly delayed, but because of this, the time for the poison to erode the human body will be longer, and the onset will be more painful and lasting.

Ma Shaduo looked at the poisonous-haired soldier twisting his limbs, just trying to relieve a little pain, trembling all over.

She had never seen such a terrifying situation, as if the evil spirits crawled out of hell were dismantling their limbs.

Mashaduo couldn't bear to see this scene, and wanted to turn her head away.

But Wen Zhemao pinched her chin and twisted her face, making her face more cruel scenes.

But this man, who is more hateful than a ghost, still whispers in her ear with a smile: "Is this beautiful scenery suitable for Her Royal Highness's heart?"

Mashaduo was forced to face everything directly, and watched as the soldier couldn't bear the pain of the poisonous hair, twisted his hands and feet, cut his chest open, and his internal organs mixed with blood dripped all over the ground.

"enough!"

Mashaduo couldn't bear it any longer, tears rolled down her eyes, and she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Let him go! Let him go! Don't torture him anymore..."

After witnessing a living person distort and disembowel himself, all of Mashaduo's arrogance dissipated.

She cried and begged in an almost pleading tone: "Give him a happy time...give them a happy time..."

Satisfied, Wen Zhemao gestured for the bow and arrow to start.

A round of arrows was shot out, this time, no one raised their shields to resist.

The example of poisonous hair is in front of us, and no one wants to die in such pain.

Seeing the soldiers fall down one by one, Mashaduo couldn't stop crying, and she seemed to be out of strength. It was only by Wen Zhemao that she could stand up with all her strength.

Wen Zhemao happily admired the despair and fear on Mashaduo's face, his cold eyes swept over Harry Hun on the ground, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly.

See, all those who mock and humiliate him will eventually escape from his grasp, or become playthings, or sleep forever.

Without Harihun fighting against him and holding Mashaduo in his hands, no one in the Xirong army would challenge him.

Wen Zhemao showed a smug smile, and said to the messenger: "Send the order, the whole army will retreat."

The fact that Bai Shu came to help from Moxi City shows that Gesangoro did not put enough pressure on Yacheng.

Regardless of Gesangoro's reason for not putting enough pressure on Yacheng, or Bai Shu's willingness to leave Yacheng and come back, they have suffered heavy losses in this battle.

Stay in Tahrir, wait for Fenhan or other places to free up their hands to support Tahrir, they will only become giant beasts trapped in a cage, and sooner or later their sharp minions will be worn off and become meat on the chopping board , at the mercy of others.

Besides, the Xirong people are not good at defending the city.

At this time, withdrawing from Tahrir, and jointly attacking the three cities with Gesangoro, and capturing the entire western border, is the best choice.

As for Bai Shu's army outside the city...

Thinking of the scene where Meng Shulan and others had no choice but to survive under the poison, Wen Zhemao's mood became even more joyful, and even his steps became a little lighter.

Ma Shaduo was dragged away by Wen Zhemao, listening to Wen Zhemao softly humming a brisk ditty, her heart trembled uncontrollably.

Only at this moment did she truly realize that this man fled to Xirong like a bereaved dog to ask for help, showed great hospitality to her, was humiliated by her in every possible way, and even showed his affection with a face, but after leaving Xirong, his nature was exposed and fell in love with her. The man who looks at both sides is actually a cold-blooded, heartless beast who kills without batting an eye!
No, even if a beast has affection and understands human feelings, he is not even as good as a beast!
He is the evil spirit who escaped from the underworld!

Ma Shaduo gritted her teeth with hatred, but she learned how to behave, and no longer confronted Wen Zhemao head-on.

Wen Zhemao was very satisfied with Mashaduo's obedience. He put her on the horse and put him in his arms. He glanced provocatively at Dotulu, who was crunching his fists, and said to the well-organized army: "Go out from the north gate. Attack Er County and attack General Gesangoro back and forth."

After all, he took the lead in riding his horse and walking ahead.

Only 3 or troops remained, and followed with their heads down, lifeless.

Now that Wen Zhemao dared to abandon Harry Hun and the others, if he encountered the same situation in the future, he would definitely not care about their lives.

They wanted to fight back, but the princess was still in his hands!
Unless they don't plan to go back to Xirong, they have to take into account Mashaduo's life and death.

Ma Shaduo, who was originally here to supervise Wen Zhemao to prevent him from using his power for personal gain to kill their Xirong warriors, became Wen Zhemao's bargaining chip to hold Xirong soldiers back.

Complaints gradually arose in Xi Rongbing's heart, and Mashaduo secretly hated her own waywardness.

If she listened to her father Khan and her eldest brother and didn't secretly follow the army to Wu'an, or obediently follow the envoys back, at this time, she, Xi Rong Erlang, would not be sent by this devil for taking care of her!

It's just that the matter has come to this point, it's useless for her to regret it.

She can only hope that after reuniting with Gesangoro, she can escape from Wen Zhemao's clutches and let Wen Zhemao be buried with the Xirong warriors!
As if he had guessed what Mashaduo was thinking, Wen Zhemao bowed his head and whispered in her ear: "No Gesangoro, he wants you to die on the battlefield more than anyone else."

Mashaduo stared angrily, and retorted: "Impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?"

Wen Zhemao sneered, "Do you think that if you follow him to the barracks and take good care of him, you can make him forget what you did and fall in love with you? Don't dream. Don't forget, his sweetheart died because of you hand."

"I do not have!"

Mashaduo scolded Wen Zhemao angrily, "You were the one who killed Alenatasha!"

"really?"

Wen Zhemao asked back, with a sullen smile, "You were the one who was tied up, and the knife was in your hands. I just gave you an idea and made you make up your mind. Who knew you were so careless, and your name happened to be Ge Sangoro witnessed it with his own eyes, the way your hands are stained with the blood of Aknatasha."

Mashaduo recalled the scene of that day, Gesangoro's cold eyes, and felt like falling into an ice cellar.

Appreciating Mashaduo's despair, Wen Zhemao smiled softly, as if seeing the most pleasing thing in the world, he couldn't stop laughing.

After a long while, Mashaduo recovered from Wen Zhemao's laughter, trembling all over, and the anger in her heart burned her internal organs.

(End of this chapter)