The elite natives dispersed like birds and beasts, defeated in all directions, fled madly, and escaped from Qi'an City in the blink of an eye.
Behind him, Song Biao and Er Meng led everyone, just like chopping up a watermelon, one by one, and kept chasing.
Since you dare to come to Qi'an City, you have to pay the price for offending Qi'an City.
Su Qi'an, Wu Yong and others slowly followed and walked out. Looking at the scattered natives in front of him, Wu Yong sighed.
He glanced around and soon seemed to have discovered something. He shouted, "It's bad, sir, let the little priest escape. If he escapes back to his own territory, he will definitely bring a large number of natives to come back." "
"Sir, send someone to chase you quickly."
Wu Yong was a little anxious. He knew the strength of the little priest of Tucheng very well. This time, due to carelessness and lack of preparation, he led more than 10,000 people to attack Qi'an City just because he was a little priest.
However, Su Qi'an came to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, causing heavy losses. However, for the little priest, these more than 10,000 people were only injured until they returned to their own territory.
With his appeal, the next time he comes, there will definitely be an overwhelming crowd, at least 40,000 to 50,000 people.
These 40,000 to 50,000 people may not seem like much, but the victory lies in their large enough numbers. Su Qian's current Dongshan Army has more than 1,000 people at most. Even if each of them is one to ten, facing 40,000 to 50,000 people, every one of them will drown if they spit.
The more than 10,000 people this time were mainly careless. Su Qi'an lured the enemy deep, and Song Biao and Er Meng attacked and killed them desperately. As a result, everyone lost their minds and became frightened. In addition, the backbone of the little priest ran away. That made them unwilling to fight.
But next time, knowing Su Qi'an's trump card, a siege of tens of thousands of people can kill him as long as he can arrange it properly.
Wu Yong was worried, but Su Qian said calmly, "Don't worry, the little priest can't run away. I have shown my strength this time, and I will not waste this opportunity."
Wu Yong was stunned and looked into the distance. In about the time it took him to burn an incense, at the end of his sight, there was a faint sound of rapid horse hooves.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and in front of them, a team of about a few hundred people could be seen, exuding the momentum of thousands of people, coming at a very fast speed.
The soldiers in this army gave Wu Yong a different feeling. Although they were wearing armor, the soldiers in the team had different weapons.
Some held swords in their left hands and shields in their right hands, some held halberds, some were crossbowmen, and at the front was a group of cavalry.
Especially the young man who was the leader gave people a very dangerous feeling.
A team of several hundred people gave people a strong sense of oppression.
This team is Su Yong's vanguard, the elite of the Dongshan Army's third brigade, and its absolute ace.
With this kind of momentum, Wu Yong had no doubt that if it was this army that had stopped the elite natives just now, there would be no need for support from others.
Just a few hundred of them can take down the elite natives of 2,000 people.
As they gradually arrived, Wu Yong finally saw clearly that there was a group of more than a dozen prisoners behind the vanguard.
Among these people, the little priest was among them.
At this time, the little priest looked a little strange. He seemed to be frightened and his face turned pale.
Just now, under the cover of the elite natives around him, the little priest thought he had escaped. Who would have thought that not long after he left the boundary of Qi'an City, there would be a group of people waiting for him in front.
Su Yong's vanguard only had three to four hundred people, but there were also many natives following the little priest, numbering four to five hundred people.
With such an almost one-to-one ratio, the little priest was not afraid at all. He directly ordered that as long as everyone could rush out, everyone, one by one, would be released from slavery, and everyone would get an acre of land. Reward one hundred taels of silver.
Such a heavy reward naturally inspired the bloody spirit of these indigenous people.
They held maces and rushed over without any scruples, howling and screaming.
In the view of the little priest, these hundreds of people, even if they are powerful, in this kind of head-on fight, are more than enough to at least trap the opponent, not to mention eliminate them.
It's a pity that the idea is good, but the reality is cruel. If this group of people
They are just ordinary soldiers from Jiaozhou, so maybe they can succeed.
But what the little priest encountered this time was the most powerful vanguard in the Dongshan Army after the reorganization.
Everyone in this group of people is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, and their cooperation with each other has reached perfection.
Facing this group of seemingly ferocious, but actually strong but capable natives, in the end, they were attacked in less than a few rounds.
Four to five hundred people were directly dispersed, and what greeted them next was a one-sided massacre.
The little priest's face changed drastically, and he stared blankly at the one-sided massacre. That scene was something he would never forget. In the eyes of the little priest, the vanguard in front of him was a group of devils from hell.
The little priest was so frightened that he couldn't move.
When he came to his senses, a sharp knife was already placed on his neck. Then, without any resistance, the little priest and the remaining dozen people became prisoners and were brought to Su Qi'an.
It's not that the little priest doesn't want to run, but facing this kind of massacre without suspense, where else can he run?
Rather than resisting and being killed, it is better to become a prisoner, so that at least he can have a chance to save his life.
The young priest's decision indeed saved his life. He knew very well that with his identity as a young priest, this fake young man with a mysterious background would not dare to kill him.
When he came to see Su Qi'an, he quickly came back to his senses after being confused just now, and started yelling at Su Qi'an.
"Qi, you are so hidden that you even have private soldiers without authorization. What is the difference between doing this and treason?"
"And you, Magistrate Wu, you and this man surnamed Qi are working together for a woman. You know that he has a large number of private soldiers, but you conceal it and don't report it. As a Daliang official, what are your intentions?"
"I must report this matter to the high priest, county guard, and even the state shepherd. You, Qi, are so lawless and regard the laws of Da Liang as nothing, you are treason!"
"If I arrest this priest today, you won't be able to escape. Just wait. If we don't get through, the news that you have private soldiers will definitely be reported. When the time comes, it will be your death sentence!"
The little priest was shouting crazily here, making Su Qi'an and Wu Yong speechless.
A little indigenous priest from Jiaozhou, who was usually very domineering and did not pay attention to the Law of the Great Liang, did not expect that now, he would talk about the Law of the Great Liang.
It was really ridiculous to hear this word from the little priest.
But the young priest was right. The only thing that could save his life now was the Law of Great Liang.
Moreover, in today's battle, some of the more than 10,000 people would always escape. Su Qi'an himself was not a cruel murderer, so it was impossible to really kill all of these more than 10,000 people.
This was completely unnecessary. The little priest didn't want to make a big deal out of this matter, so Su Qi'an simply went with his will, as long as he didn't regret it when the time came.
Looking at the madly clamoring little priest, Su Qian said with a smile, "Okay, since the little priest wants to kill me so much and wants to make things bigger, I will give you a hand."
"Come here, pass on my order. Just tell the high priest and Qingcheng County Sheriff that the young priest is in my hands now. If you don't want to watch him die, it's best for them to come and I'm here. Anjo is waiting for them."
"If you don't come, then let the little priest collect the body."
After speaking, a chair was prepared behind Su Qi'an, and he sat down directly.
The little priest was being escorted, kneeling on the ground, in sharp contrast to Su Qi'an's leisurely composure, which fully demonstrated his arrogance.
Although the little priest was hateful, he still endured it. When the high priest and Qingcheng County Sheriff arrived, it didn't matter if this fake young man had private soldiers in his hands. Read the book
In the face of absolute strength, this Qi'an is destined to be unable to leave the earth city. He has to pay the price for today's arrogance.
Time passed by, and the high priest and Qingcheng County Sheriff had not yet arrived, but they attracted the people from the nearby Tucheng.
They stood far away, watching from a distance, watching the little priest kneeling on the ground, with shock on their faces.
In their eyes, the little priest has nothing to do with God after so many years.
The difference is, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the master of Tucheng.
Anyone who dares to disobey the little priest will immediately become a corpse in the suburbs within a few hours.
But today, the aloof little priest knelt in front of Su Qi'an in such an almost humiliating way, which really made them feel incredible.
If the little priest lost the last battle in the Rain Temple, he would have lost some reputation at most. In his territory, he was still the aloof master.
But now, the little priest is being held captive like this, not daring to move. What he has lost is not his face, but the majesty of being a god in the hearts of many natives.
Kneeling like this, that deity was completely shattered.
None of the onlookers dared to come forward to argue, and most of them even felt a little happy in their hearts.
The little priest has ruled in Tucheng for so many years, and most of the people who follow him are his lackeys, who have huge benefits, humble slaves like them.
If Su Qi'an hadn't restored their freedom, they had regained their basic dignity as human beings.
In the eyes of the little priest, he was no better than a pig or a dog, a moving two-legged beast. Seeing the little priest in such a miserable state, they were too late to be happy. If possible, they all wanted to step forward and kick him a few times to relieve their anger.
During this long wait, more and more people were watching, and there were many comments from time to time. In the eyes of the little priest, those comments were like countless needles, pricking him hard, making him quite humiliated.
He clenched his hands, still enduring, and glanced around, trying to remember all the taunts just now.
As long as his people come, these people will all die! This is the price of blasphemy and insult to him.
About two-quarters of an hour passed, and finally, dull footsteps sounded in the distance.
At the end of the line of sight, a large number of figures were slowly approaching. Some of these people were local soldiers and some were indigenous people.
The two sides were clearly distinguished, and they were gradually approaching. Before they arrived, an extremely angry voice sounded from the crowd.
"Damn boy, you are looking for death! Let me go quickly, otherwise, Qian City will be destroyed!"
