Rodane immediately panicked: "Hey, Yan Qi, what are you doing? I've been talking for so long, do you understand what I mean?"
"If you dare to kill me, Europe will not let you go, and the Pope will not let you go. Don't you think about your future? As the King of War, you are so short-sighted..."
Yan Qi didn't want to listen to Rodane's nonsense, so he raised his sword high and rushed forward personally: "Brothers, let me kill him and turn the world upside down."
"kill!"
Rumble.
There were loud shouts of killing.
The sound of horse hooves spread towards Rodane like a reminder.
"Yan Qi, you're disgusting, are you crazy?"
Roda panicked in her heart and hurriedly ordered Mao Ci to prepare for the attack.
The reason why Yan Qi stayed in contact with Rodane for so long was not because he wanted to hear Rodane's terms, but because he was deliberately stalling for time to allow the Turkic soldiers to recover their strength and to give the Turkic horses a buffer.
The Turkic soldiers and horses have rested, and it's time to start the war. As for what Rodane said, does it make sense?
Just think of it as a fart!
Everything is waiting for Yan Qi to catch Rodane, and then it will be more meaningful to speak.
Seema really worked hard to secure her position as the wise king.
One hundred thousand Turkic soldiers did not swarm forward and charge in formation.
And there was a long queue.
Attack from the side and fly past, harvesting heads.
The knife didn't catch him, and he never stopped. He continued to run forward and harvest the next heads.
How terrifying is the long dragon with an army of 100,000?
The scimitars roared, the horses galloped, harvesting the lives of European soldiers.
Puff puff!
The scimitar flashed and the head fell to the ground.
The Turkic cavalry are absolutely ruthless.
That is, Yan Qi used various tactics to defeat the Turks.
If it were anyone else, when both sides have the same number of people, who would be the opponent of the Turkic cavalry?
The European soldiers under Rodane's command are all tall and bearded, and they look very powerful.
However, once you compete with the Turks, it becomes less interesting.
Whether it was riding skills or bravery, the Turks had the upper hand.
Moreover, the Turkic cavalry's riding and shooting skills were far superior to those of European soldiers.
This fight turned everything upside down.
Rodane watched helplessly as his soldiers died in front of the battle, but there was nothing he could do.
At this moment, how great would it be if the army of iron guns could shoot?
Damn the weather.
Wrong me!
"run!"
Rodane realized that the situation was not good and did not dare to delay any longer. He fled in panic with an army of 20,000 iron guns.
He couldn't control the remaining European soldiers and could only support him.
Yan Qi sneered: "Still want to run?"
He stepped on the horse's back with his toes and shot out like an arrow from a string.
Whoosh whoosh!
Lingbo took a slight step, and phantoms flickered.
Rodane looked back and saw Yan Qi approaching him as fast as lightning.
"No! What kind of movement is this? There are so many Yan Qi?"
Rodane also had her moments.
Not bad at boxing.
He watched Yan Qi come towards him and hit him with his fists.
"Go to hell."
Yan Qi punched out and exchanged punches with Rodane.
boom!
Click!
"Ouch!"
Rodane screamed hysterically in pain, flew more than ten meters away, and fell heavily to the ground.
Not only was the fist shattered, but the arm was also broken.
Rodane was knocked unconscious.
Those European soldiers did not expect Yan Qi's martial arts to be so high.
"Can you actually fly? Yan Qi...is he a god?"
"Comparable to Zeus?"
"Superman?"
…
They were so frightened that even Rodane couldn't care less and ran away.
Yan Qi led the Turkic soldiers to catch up.
While chasing, he roared angrily: "Put down the blunderbuss, and I will spare your life."
Dang Cang, Dang Cang!
There was a clanging sound.
The iron blunderbuss fell to the ground.
They were running for their lives while throwing away their blunderbuss.
Flee in disgrace.
Yan Qi looked at the fleeing European soldiers from a distance, with a look of disdain on his face: "They don't even care about the general. Why should we be afraid of a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death?"
Yan Qi picked up the iron blunderbuss dropped by the European soldiers on the ground, looked at it carefully, and shook his head: "It is crudely made, and it is far worse than Dahua's iron blunderbuss. It can be seen that Dahua's technological power in Europe is at least in the art of forging. It is far stronger than Europe."
Yan Qi said to Xima: "The European soldiers dropped 20,000 iron muskets and countless iron bullets. In this battle, you showed bravery and were not afraid of death. I admire you very much."
"How about I give you 5,000 of the 20,000 iron blunderbuss? The rest will be divided into three, Yuan Hong will have 5,000, Guan Ming will have 5,000, and the remaining 5,000 will be kept for myself."
"real?"
Xima was overjoyed and hurriedly knelt down to Yan Qi: "Thank you, Master Yan, for the reward, and thank you, Master Yan, for your promotion."
He didn't expect that Yan Qi would reward him so generously.
Five thousand iron blunderbuss, how powerful is that?
With these five thousand iron guns, his status skyrocketed.
Facing Jalba, Kulicha, Taiban and others, he was also very confident.
Yan Qi smiled and patted his shoulder: "Do a good job, I'm optimistic about you."
"Master Xie Yan!"
Seema sighed.
It's really worth fighting for Master Yan.
…
Rodane didn't wake up for a long time.
"Stop pretending to be dead."
Yan Qi kicked Rodane on the tail bone: "Get up, do you think I can't hear your heavy breathing? What are you pretending to be?"
"Ouch!"
Rodane jumped up with a cry of pain.
One arm has been broken and the pain is excruciating.
He looked at Yan Qi in horror: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
Yan Qidao: "Don't be so afraid of death. If you die, the Pope will avenge you. Why are you so afraid? I'm very curious. I just want to see if they will take my place for you after I kill you." You take revenge."
Rodane was so frightened that he trembled: "No, no, no, don't kill me, I'm bragging, they won't avenge me, please Lord Yan, be noble and spare my life."
Yan Qidao: "Save your life? It's not impossible. After all, I'm really afraid that the Pope will come to me for revenge."
How dare Rodane answer the call?
Yan Qi was clearly teasing.
If he dared to answer, Yan Qi might slap him with a big mouth.
"Master Yan, please spare my life."
Rodane had no choice but to plead: "Master Yan, we have no grudges or grudges. I..."
"Don't say anything without any grudges."
Yan Qi immediately interrupted Rodane: "You have supported the Great Food Kingdom to harass the Western Regions for many years. This debt can never be written off in one go. Although I won't kill you, you don't want me to let you go. I won't let you suffer. Kudu, how do you know how to repent?”
Rodane was horrified: "Master Yan, what...are you going to do with me?"
Yan Qidao: "There's nothing we can do. I'll send you to the Ottomans and let the Turks play with you, okay?"
"What?"
Rodane was so frightened that he lost his mind: "No, I don't want to go to the Ottomans, I don't want to fall into the hands of the Turks, I don't want it, I will be tortured to death..."
Yan Qi pouted: "I'm sorry, you have committed a serious crime by killing the Western Region. How can I show fairness if I don't torture you? Just obey me, okay? Be good!"
After listening to Yan Qi's words, Rodane rolled his eyes in fear and fainted.
