"It's such a shame that the negotiations failed."
The expression on Ran Min's face was extremely innocent, as if he had just experienced a quarrel and had no choice but to break down the negotiation.
but.
Lord Nasr and the others watched with their own eyes as Prince Pingxi took the life of the Hun without saying a word.
"You've really hurt me!" Lord Nasr's face turned pale, and he staggered and almost fell down.
If it weren't for the help of several family members nearby, he would be lying on the ground now.
"What you said is wrong!" Ran Min's face darkened, looking like he was not to be trifled with.
Just listen to Ran Min continue to say, "These Huns outside are obviously here to take your life. I have eliminated the danger for you. If you don't thank me, why are you still complaining about me?"
When the Lord of Nasr City heard this, he felt angry and annoyed.
However, Ran Min raised his hand slightly and caused a Hun soldier to fall to the ground and die.
Such a powerful 'demon magic' made Lord Nasr very afraid. No matter how angry he was, he did not dare to speak too harshly.
"Your Majesty, what should I do now?" Lord Nasr glanced at the 'iron pipe' in Ran Min's hand and asked with a guilty conscience.
Although there are many domestic soldiers in the entire Fort Nasr, there are hundreds of them.
But the Huns and barbarians outside are all extremely powerful beings.
Starting a war when the numbers are equal is almost doomed to failure.
Ran Min raised the gun in his hand and said to Lord Nasr and others with a smile.
"Don't worry. Before I came, my father gave me this magical weapon, which is enough to ensure that it is safe!"
"What is this?" City Lord Nasr asked quickly.
"This thing is called a fire gun. Once it spurts out, not to mention a rogue, even a tiger will be killed instantly!" Ran Min said loudly.
Everyone exclaimed with joy.
If it is true as Ran Min said, then no matter how fierce the Hunnic barbarians are, there is absolutely nothing to fear.
"Your Majesty, how many of these fire guns do you have?" Lord Nasr asked.
Ran Min smiled slightly when he heard this and silently stretched out three fingers.
"Three?" Lord Nasr said doubtfully.
"Ahem, what's enough for three sticks?" Ran Min curled his lips.
"Thirty?"
"Alas! To be honest, I brought three hundred sticks this time!" Ran Min said loudly.
"Three hundred?!"
Upon hearing this number, City Lord Nasr and others exclaimed again.
They never expected that they would bring three hundred of this magical weapon that penetrates the soul at once!
This brought three hundred 'magic weapons'.
The 'magic weapons' in the hands of King Pingxi of the Han Dynasty must be at least 10,000!
No wonder the powerful Sasanian Empire was defeated by Ran Liang one after another.
When he thought that he was leaning on such a thick golden thigh, Lord Nasr suddenly became less afraid.
"Then quickly invite all the magic soldiers, the Huns will definitely attack in anger soon!" Lord Nasr urged loudly.
"good!"
Ran Min nodded happily, then waved his hand and gave instructions to the soldiers of the Song Dynasty behind him.
"Hurry and get the fire blunderbuss for later use!"
"Raise the banner of my son!"
. . .
Outside Nasr Castle.
Before the Hunnic Zuotian King Tilaer led the fierce Hunnic barbarian soldiers, he had already thought about how to rectify Nasr City.
The Huns' current method of conquering the land is mainly to appease, but this does not mean that they are blindly tolerant.
For example, Nasr City is said to be the most loyal to the Han people, so it is necessary to kill a few people to establish prestige for the Hun Empire.
Anyway, these Kangju people in the river are all cowards. Just sending someone to shout is enough to scare them away.
When the time comes, first deceive the Lord of Nasr City to die, and then beat down all the people in Nasr City as untouchables. This will not only shock people's hearts, but also allow the Huns who massacred the city to make a lot of money.
Therefore, when Tiraë sent a confidant to call out, he didn't take it too seriously and quietly waited for the people inside to come out and die.
"Bang!"
Sudden.
A thunder-like sound came from the front, and then the henchman who shouted was seen lying on his back under the horse.
The blood in Dadan was obviously dead.
"What?"
Tiraë was stunned at first, with disbelief in his eyes.
The Hun who shouted was wearing heavy iron armor, and even the Han people's crossbows might not be able to shoot him to death.
Why did he die suddenly in the blink of an eye?
Immediately afterwards, a raging anger exploded in Tiraah's heart.
"Kangju Dog, you are seeking death!"
Tiraë shouted loudly.
The surrounding Huns barbarians also screamed fiercely and fiercely.
They never thought that a mere Nasr City would dare to attack the Huns.
This is simply a slap in the face!
As the commander-in-chief, Tiraë immediately ordered the entire army to prepare for battle.
First move out the long ladder accompanying the army, and then prepare to attack the city immediately.
Anyway, the walls of Nasr City are not very high, and only a simple long ladder is enough for the Hunnic warriors to rush up.
"King Zuotian, look!"
Suddenly, a Hun soldier next to him pointed forward and said.
Tirah immediately looked in the direction and saw two conspicuous flags raised on the arrow tower of Nasr City.
"What is that?"
Tiraë frowned and asked in confusion.
Those two flags had Chinese characters written on them, which for the purely illiterate Tirae, they were simply heavenly scriptures.
At this time, a Kangju slave next to him who knew Chinese characters stretched his neck and spoke to the Hun leader.
"King of Heaven, it says 'Ran, King of Pingxi of the Great Han Dynasty', and there is also 'Ran, the Protector of the Great Han River'!"
When Tiraë heard this, his eyes were as big as a bull's eye.
"What? There are actually Han people in Nasr City?"
"Okay, no wonder they dare to kill my Hun warriors. It turns out they have really colluded with the Han people!"
Tyrael shouted angrily.
"Brave children, cheer me up and slaughter this Nasr City for me today!"
The surrounding Hun soldiers raised their weapons and shouted wildly.
"Massacre the city!"
"Leave no one behind!"
When these Huns were shouting wildly in the barbarian language, Lord Nasr suddenly felt nervous again.
It was obvious that the Huns outside were completely furious.
If these Hunnic barbarians were to rush in today, the entire city of Nasr would definitely be destroyed.
Now, the life and death of thousands of men, women, and children in the city all fell on Ran Min.
The Lord of Nasr City thought of this and quickly ran to Ran Min and asked.
"Your Majesty, the Huns are about to become ferocious. Are you sure you can hold on?"
