Chapter 624 Who is itchy?

When Pu Jinshu boarded Zhang Qing's ship, he was surprised to find that an armed confrontation was actually being held on the other party's handsome ship. And it was not an armed confrontation with them, but they were fighting in internal conflicts.

Among the two confronted each other, one obviously had the arrogance of a man. It was also their arrogance that defeated most of the army in the world, which was worthy of pride. But he obviously didn't understand the principle of taking turns. Today, they only know how to ride horses and shoot arrows, and there was no other choice except for being slaves to the Han people.

"Zhang Qianhu, it is your business to surrender. My subordinates and I will not surrender. As long as we send people back, we will always get a ransom!"

Pu Jinshu can understand this disadvantage. At this moment, the battle between the Song Dynasty and the *** direction has been quite frequent, and there are naturally many captives. However, there are many officials who are greedy for money, and as long as you pay some yellow and white things, you can naturally be released.

Like Zhao Fubo, he would not do this. Generally speaking, prisoners of war who could be transformed remain. Those who do not know how to adapt and become slaves will die. The word forgiveness does not exist in Zhao Fubo's dictionary.

"Hey, you two bastards, don't you understand that I am the winner?"

Zhang Qing lowered his sword and looked at the guy in front of him who was obviously not a Song man. His hair was a little gray, but no matter how he looked at the original color, he was not black. One of his legs was covered with wooden legs, and the armor on his body was a vest armor. It was just a knife in his hand, so Zhang Qing knew it.

The long and narrow blade can hold a long handle with both hands. Isn’t this the “Tang sword” used to equip cavalry when Tang Buque’s war horses back then! The people who came onto his boat in front of him were all guys with red eyebrows, green eyes, strange shapes, and even though his mouth was strange, it was definitely Chinese.

"We are the *** Yidu province..."

"Ah, Mr. Pu, it's so wonderful. These guys are *** people. Gentlemen, arrest them and sell them back to Europeans as slaves!"

Zhang Qing was stunned. He didn't expect that the word "***" would become a slave to be sold. He wanted to argue for a few words, but before he could open his mouth, the Song man in white clothes, who looked gentle and kind, spoke up.

"You are honest, brother. But we are the official army of the Song Dynasty. If the *** people fall into our hands, they will not end well. It's a pity that I see you are a dignified Han man, why..."

Of course, Pu Jinshu is not as fond of money as Abu Bakr's pirate. He is a talented person. Of course, he knows that Zhao Fubo's instructions include those who were forced to follow the thief. As long as he is willing to surrender, he will be unrestrained. But if he is loyal to the alien race, he will one day be killed by Zhao Fubo's subordinates.

"Hey, your Nanman..."

Pu Jinshu hasn't heard of this title for a long time. He has been to the Black Food Festival, and except for the unsightly Governor of Aden who once spoke ill of evil words, he has never seen anyone who dares to have a slight disrespect to Zhao Fubo's subordinates.

There, even if Zhao Fubo's subordinates faced respectfully surrendered soldiers and generals, they would sometimes chop their heads up for gold coins. Most of the time, no matter what surrendered soldiers and generals were all taken out and sold to slaves. Over time, Pu Jinshu could no longer bear the slightest disrespect for this slightest.

He suddenly heard the name "Nanman". He waved the double-barrel shotgun in his hand, and the gunman pressed his shoulder. As soon as he pressed his finger, he immediately fired two bombs at the same time.

"boom……"

Eight small iron arrows almost instantly lifted up the entire skull of the person in front of him. The body flew out far away, and when it landed underground, it was already dead. In Pu Jinshu's eyes, a cold light suddenly surged, staring at the guys who were standing beside the people who had just stood and were shot dead by him.

"Who's the ones you guys still have itchy mouths?"

With just one shot, everyone shrank their necks. Especially Zhang Qing, who was standing beside him, was scared. He didn't understand why the young man burst out with thunder when he raised his hand. Looking at the guy who was "ittingling" just now, his mouth was wider than his head. Obviously, Pu Jinshu just now shot at his stinky mouth, and the 8 small iron arrows made his skull, like a colander, flowing out a lot of blood.

"*** people? Humph, what is the person who is *** in front of my house? My highness said that all the kings under the world are the kings. What you do today will be punished by you later! Those who violate the power of the great Song Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away!"

These words are all words that Pu Jinshu often hears when he is still by Zhao Fubo. Today, he uses them to say these things in front of the Song people, and he is always showing off his power, and he can't speak them in his heart.

Until Zhang Qing heard this, he kept tightening his neck. He saw the first shot of a hunting rifle, and there was no one who was not afraid of it. Although he didn't understand what it was, he knew with the development of the Song people's technology, that it was definitely not a magical method.

"What a great firearm!"

Before he could finish his praise, he heard Pu Jinshu's words like a declaration. As a Han general who was a Song Dynasty man and was often bullied under the command of the *** people, he couldn't help but straighten his neck and straighten his chest.

It was not that he was inclined to the storm, but that in the past few years, the Zhao Song court had a slanderous minister and the people were living in dire straits. There were many deadly bandits in the country, but Zhao Song sent troops to suppress them, but he continued to send annual monies to the master who made his ministers surrender.

Just like Martin gave Zhao Fubo, the emperor and the people are like men and women. If one does not like the other, how can one get true love? Zhao Fubo, who is deeply influenced by his teacher Martin, is exactly the opposite thing.

The sword comes out from all directions to benefit the people.

It seems that he has collected less taxes, but he has robbed a lot of money. This is precisely the fundamental reason for the future, the era of navigation, the development of European countries, and the upgrading of wealth and civilization.

On Zhang Qing's boat, Pu Jinshu conquered everyone with just one shot. Look at the *** people, they were so scared that they shrank their necks and stared at them. Pu Jinshu began to arrange their fate. He took his chin and pointed at the soldiers, so that they could know what their fate would be from now on.

"Commander Abu Bakr, these guys are all slaves. As for whether these people are slaves, I still have to talk about them. To be honest, I really didn't expect that I met the old friend of Your Highness's house here!"

"Sir, do you know this bastard?"
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