A green light screamed straight into the clouds, and then exploded high in the sky.
Thousands of Champa people present were shocked and surprised. Their eyes could not help but follow the brilliant light, and they raised their necks, like a large group of geese singing to the sky.
They didn't know what this was, and they didn't understand what it meant. They just felt that the Song people who were surrounded at the moment were a bit mysterious and might not be easy to figure out.
This is actually a signal firework sent by Qian Long to indicate that he is in extreme danger.
In addition to the fifty soldiers who came ashore with them when they first arrived, there are more than a hundred elite soldiers on the warships moored in the port. They are fully armed and have extremely strong combat capabilities.
However, Qian Long's main purpose was not to ask for help. After all, given the distance, it was unlikely that reinforcements would arrive in time.
Therefore, the purpose of sending a signal was to notify oneself that something was wrong, and secondly, it was also to show that one was the party being attacked, and to provide a basis for the "legitimacy" of the Song Dynasty's subsequent troop dispatches.
Afterwards, Qian Long drew the knife in his hand and smiled apologetically at Sulie.
"The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and I didn't expect it to come to this point. However, we have a mission on our shoulders, so it's a worthy death. Even if Brother Su is implicated, if Brother Su still has a way to escape, then just leave on your own."
Surya's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he lowered his face and smiled bitterly, "We are just like riding on the same boat now. Don't say that I can't do anything. Even if I can, I can't be alone and ignore my dear brother and others. Since nature is like this, I can only sacrifice my life to accompany you."
Hearing this answer, Qian Long couldn't help but be a little surprised, and looked at Sulie with a little more admiration, "Haha, Brother Su really impresses me. If we meet in the next life, we will be true brothers."
"If you have a close friend in life, you will have no regrets even if you die."
After saying that, Sulie's expression calmed down.
However, Mo Kegui, who was tied aside and listening to the conversation between the two, became anxious. Regardless of the burning pain on his face, he struggled and shouted, "Wait! Are you trying to be serious?"
"Oh, do you think I'm bluffing? If not, it's because you are so worthless that even your own subjects don't care about your life or death, so I have to bury you with you today."
Qian Long was still a little bit worried about the big fish turning into salted fish.
Mokogui was eager to survive and said in a panic, "No, why bother? Can't you just compromise a little bit? As long as you meet the requirements of the priests, they won't really do anything to you, just a little bit." It's just a loss of face, otherwise let me talk to them, there will definitely be room for change..."
"Stop! Judging from your tone, there is indeed something fishy about this matter. Tell me, who is behind the scenes!?"
Qian Long stared into Mokogui's eyes.
Mo Kegui was stunned, and his eyes began to flicker, "No... General Qian, please don't misunderstand. Today is purely an accident. There is nothing fishy, and there is no one behind the scenes..."
"Haha, I believe you." Qian Long sneered, then shrugged, "Since we are all going to die here, it doesn't make any difference whether we say it or not."
Then he no longer wanted to grind his teeth with Mokogui, and said to Sulie, "Please ask Brother Su to pass on a message to these people. From now on, anyone who dares to take even half a step forward will be regarded as an attack. Kill without mercy!"
Surya nodded, cleared his throat, and began to loudly and repeatedly declare to the surroundings in Champa language.
Some people around had hesitations on their faces, but many others were indifferent and made up their minds to follow the priests' orders.
Qian Long didn't care much about their reactions. He tore off a long strip of cloth from his clothes and began to wrap it around the hand holding the knife. Finally, he tied it with a tight knot so that the knife would not leave his hand even after the force was removed.
"Brothers, due to the overall situation, we cannot make the first move, but we don't have to worry too much about fighting back. If someone dares to come up and die, we are welcome. Just take the person's head and provide more support, so that we will not be lonely on the road to hell. "
The sergeants laughed heartily after hearing this, sweeping away the desolate atmosphere, as if they were not going to die but to attend a banquet later. They all followed the same example and tied the hands holding the sword tightly with cloth strips.
Among the peripheral crowd, the three priests of Kanisong gathered together and discussed quietly.
From the moment the signal took off, these guys had solemn expressions, and now they were even more undecided after seeing the Song people's posture.
"Hiss...are these Song people really not afraid of death at all? Or do they really think they can wait for rescue?"
"Unless their reinforcements can fly, but in this case, they have held us back. I don't know what to do next..."
"This General Song named Qian is young and has no hair. I didn't expect him to be difficult to deal with."
"Can anyone tell me how to act in this situation?"
"No, he probably didn't expect things to turn out like this."
"I think so. Who else can stand up to being forced into such a situation, and that one just wants to give them a hard time and take away the majesty of the heavenly kingdom in them, so as to facilitate subsequent operations."
"Those are not things we should worry about. The time is coming now. Is it possible that the believers will really trample them to death?"
"Otherwise, if we back down and give up, where is our prestige? How will the believers view us? No matter how many there are now, as long as there are no new instructions from that person, once the time limit is up, we will launch a believer attack!"
After getting the result, the three of them stopped talking and put on a straight face as if they were upholding justice on behalf of the gods, waiting for the deadline to come.
The closer the time limit was, the more nervous the crowd responsible for the siege became. Even the fanatical believers couldn't help but slow down their breathing and became more and more silent.
On the contrary, the sergeants in the encirclement were smiling, their eyes filled with high-spirited fighting spirit, and they were eager to try.
Mo Kegui and Tang Lu were knocked unconscious and thrown to the ground to prevent them from making any noise and getting in the way if they fought later.
In addition, several of Sulie's followers were trembling with weak legs and feet, and most of the dozen young ladies were frightened, squatting on the ground and sobbing.
There was also one who was still holding on to stand upright, with fear in his eyes but a stubborn expression, which couldn't help but attract Qian Long's attention and curiosity.
It seems to be the young lady who shouted for help earlier. Judging from her appearance and her behavior, she is probably not a girl from an ordinary family, and she doesn't know how she got into trouble.
However, Qian Long had no intention of exploring it at the moment, so he sighed briefly and put it behind him for the time being.
To be honest, Qian Xiaopang never expected that he would reach the end of his life so soon. After a little self-examination, he realized that it was because he was too hasty and not calm enough.
I don't have any regrets. It's too late to regret anyway. I just miss my sister and 'brother-in-law' a little bit.
Guessing that the time limit was up, I heard Kenisong's pretentious voice shouting a few words.
"What is he barking at?" Qian Long asked casually.
Surya seemed to have completely accepted his fate and explained calmly, "It is said to give us the last chance to be heroes who understand current affairs..."
Qian Long was full of disdain, "Fuck you Junjie, a group of cowardly people who only dare to hide behind others and stir up trouble. You tell them to go back and wash their necks clean, so as not to dirty the swords of the Song Dynasty soldiers."
"Ah?" Sulie was surprised and asked doubtfully, "Brother Xian, do you mean that the Song Dynasty is really planning to send troops to occupy the city?"
Qian Long raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that Brother Su doesn't believe it either? Haha, it doesn't really matter, you and I can't see it anyway."
Sulie had no choice but to stuff his shock back into his stomach and relay Qian Long's words loudly, including the phrase "cowardless rats".
Karnisong was furious and furious, jumping on his feet and issuing orders to the believers, vowing to turn the pagans who dared to defy the will of the gods into flesh.
Thousands of believers who received the order began to stir like giant white maggots filling a manure pit.
At the same time, Qian Long looked solemn and ordered calmly, "Everyone is here, ready to kill the enemy!"
The situation is about to break out, and a bloody storm begins.
But what is a little surprising is that even if they are mentally prepared and determined to dedicate everything to the gods, when it comes time to take action, many people in Champa begin to get timid. After all, the vast majority of them are just civilians.
Especially the believers in the innermost layer, facing the sergeant's piercing eyes and sharp blades, felt that their feet were rooted and unable to move at all.
Such a scene made the three of Canisong feel even more embarrassed, and they urged the believers to take action more and more impatiently.
Finally, a man from Champa didn't know whether he was really inspired by the gods or was squeezed by the crowd behind him. He shook his body and took half a step forward.
The Song Army sergeant who was in front of this man immediately had his eyes gleaming, stepped out, swung his sword, and slashed horizontally!
The gushing blood rushed the man's head into the air, and then splashed wantonly, creating a good start...
Half of the sergeant's face was covered with blood. He grinned, revealing his white teeth, and shouted in a deep voice, "Those who offend the country will be killed without mercy!"
Feeling the hot and fishy smell of the blood splashed on their bodies, and the sound of an announcement that might not be understandable, but was like a heavy hammer blowing in their ears, the people who were facing the sergeant were immediately shaken out of their wits, and all retreated, as if they were being overwhelmed. Mailang.
Soon, fear and timidity spread to the surroundings like waves, screams broke out, and the crowd became chaotic and disorderly.
At this time, many people realized that they may have overestimated their courage and devotion to the gods...
Seeing this scene, the sergeant suddenly lost his interest and muttered in disappointment, "Damn it, it's really boring. This coward can't be considered a hero no matter how many he kills."
Of course, there is no shortage of ruthless people in Champa who dare to fight and plunder like flat-headed brothers. Especially after the three priests of Kanisong hurriedly promised generous rewards on behalf of the gods, the fanatics in the crowd had their blood boiling and their eyes turned red. People squeezed in the direction.
Soon, more than ten iron-headed boys penetrated the chaotic crowd and swarmed in front of the Song Army's sharp blade.
Since they dared to bring them to the front, all the sergeants were merciless and sent these dozen fanatic believers back to their gods as neatly as chopping melons and vegetables.
At this moment, the dozens of lives seemed to be no longer frightening to the irrational fanatic believers. Instead, they stimulated more iron-headed boys to burrow in desperately and hit Song Jun's knife.
The believers shed more and more blood, but Kani Song became more and more excited, roaring almost madly, and made various promises to the believers in the name of Shiva, including the here and now, in order to drive them to become more desperate.
The salty sea breeze blows from the east, and the clouds in the sky turn into the shape of the God of Death. With their backs to the westward tilting sun, they raise the terrifying sickle high, intending to swing it down to harvest lives.
Seeing it, the place where Qian Long and others were was about to be completely engulfed by the crazy waves of blood!
