"Little man, there seems to be no Ming army defense here." In a secluded alley in Hami City, a Wala soldier lifted the bluestone slab on the roadbed above his head and looked around, but found no human figures or The reflection of the weapon made him let out a long sigh of relief.
He came out of the tunnel, immediately turned around and helped Mahamu out. Mahamu also had a gray face, his face was still stained with soot and dirt, and he looked extremely embarrassed. When he entered the city, he was also smoked and blocked by the Ming army, and the tunnel's back road had collapsed. After going through several forked roads, I finally found one that the Ming army had not discovered yet.
But at this time, there were only about ten warriors left behind.
After the dozen or so people got out of the hole and breathed greedily the cool night air for a while, they had enough energy to take in the surrounding environment. Mahamu found that the shouts of killing coming from the east were somewhat distant, as if they had penetrated deep into the city of Hami.
"Little man, what should we do next? Should we kill and seize the city gate, or create chaos in the city..." someone asked Mahamu.
Mahamu is also in a dilemma. Now that their way back is cut off, they can only move forward bravely. But if we think about seizing the city gate again, these ten people alone are not enough to fill the gap between the defenders...
Even if they were set on fire and killed in the city, these ten people would hardly cause any trouble.
After thinking for a long time, Mahamu looked at the palace in the center of the city: "If we don't go to the city gate, let alone divide our troops and set fire. If we divide our troops at this time, we will be quickly suppressed by the Ming army."
"Let's go to the palace. Wu Nasili only has his weak bodyguards around him. If we can kill him, we will definitely scare him like a rat scurrying around and disrupt the situation."
"As long as Wuna is frightened, the army outside the city will still have a chance!"
It cannot be said that Mahamu still did not forget his loyalty to Wala despite being in desperate situation. Just analyzing the current situation, attacking Wunasili's palace at this moment is his only way to survive. So they avoided enemy sentries all the way, and finally reached the outside of Hami Palace without any danger.
Although other places were heavily guarded, they didn't encounter even a single night guard along the way. It seems that those people deliberately vacated this road.
Although Mahamu had some doubts, he had already arrived here and could only convince himself that he was protected by the Immortal God. He pulled out the scimitar from his waist, turned to the Wala warrior behind him and said: "Show my flag and make the noise louder. Divide two people into setting fires and shouting everywhere."
"Wunasili is just a loser, and he won't have many warriors under his command. Let's create momentum first, and we will soon be able to scare this fat rat!"
The arrangement was finalized. Mahamu took a few steps forward and killed the two men guarding the palace gate with a few swords. While he was killing, he shouted in Mongolian: "Mahamu from the Choros tribe has entered the city! Obey Yesudie'er Khan, God of Immortality spares your life!"
"Mahamu from Choros tribe has already entered the city! Obey Yesudie'er Khan, God of Immortality spares your life!"
Accompanied by shouts of death and flames, Mahamu's banner brought fear and chaos to the Hami Palace. The originally quiet palace suddenly became noisy, with screams and running sounds breaking the silence of the night.
"Surrender, Sudie'er Khan, the Immortal God will spare your life!" Mahamu was slashing while paying attention to the situation in the palace. When he saw that the originally dark palace was now brightly lit, and there were many soldiers arriving in the distance, he knew it was time to evacuate.
"Retreat! Find a way to hide in the city. When the Khan breaks the city, we will be the first to succeed!"
He had already brought the flames of war to the entrance of the Wunasli palace. Judging from the panic in the palace, the fat pig in Wunasli must have been frightened out of his wits. This first victory over the city is basically a certainty...
But he had just led the people to hide in the darkness when he heard a shout that shocked him and made him inexplicable:
"No! King Mighty is dead!"
"What?" Mahamu was stunned for a moment. His first reaction was that one of his warriors was so fierce that he actually fought his way into the palace and took off Wunasli's head...
But when I thought about it again, I felt something was wrong. I had never thought about killing Wuna Shili...
"The one who killed the mighty king was Mahamu from Choros tribe!"
"No, Mahamu from Choros tribe killed King Mighty!"
But in just a moment, as if they had been premeditated, such Mongolian shouts rang out from all directions almost at the same time. The guards who were guarding the Wunasli Palace were instantly in disarray. Some people hurriedly entered the palace to check the situation, and then there were more exclamations: "The king is dead! The one who killed the king was from the Choros tribe. Mahamu!”
"I... how... is this possible!" Mahamu looked confused, not understanding how he could become the murderer of King Mighty. However, before his mind could turn around, he could already hear footsteps coming from all directions. The suddenness of the situation left Mahamu with no way to hide.
"Mahamu is here, capture him!"
"Catch the murderer of King Mighty, Mahamu is dead!"
"I...I'm not, I didn't..." Mahamu, who was captured on the ground, still wanted to argue. Immediately, a knife hilt was slapped on his cheek, and several big teeth fell out immediately, followed by another piece. The rag full of sour smell was stuffed into his mouth. Mahamu whimpered, but could no longer say anything.
The same goes for other Wala warriors, who were tied up by the Ming army, which was far more numerous than them.
"This... Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" While being escorted, Mahamu saw a monk in black crying sadly, running past several soldiers with staggering steps.
"Your Majesty, this poor monk has yet to repay his kindness to me. Why did you just go away like this..."
Like a black cloud, the monk in black quickly turned into the temple and was no longer visible...
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The next day, dark clouds rolled over the city.
In the city of Hami, most of the original colorful Mongolian flags have been replaced by white ones. On the city, there are many Mongolian Khans wearing white scarves on their heads. Last night, the despicable Wala used a tunnel to sneak attack the city of Hami. The great and noble mighty king Wu Na accidentally encountered the Wala people who entered the city and was brutally killed by the Wala people.
Yesudie'er is despicable and shameless and no longer deserves the name of the Great Khan of Mongolia.
Although Wu Na Shili was usually arrogant and extravagant, he was also very generous to his close friends. He always has a personal guard of nearly ten thousand people, Qie Xue, who is loyal to him and gives him the confidence to control the city of Hami.
As soon as Wu Na Shili died, these personal guards, Qixue, who had received Wu Na Shili's favor, immediately became mourning soldiers, and they put their full anger on the head of the Wala people who killed their king.
This bodyguard, Qie Xue, always stayed inside and outside Hami's palace and did not participate in the city defense battles. Now that their king is dead, they no longer need to guard the palace. During his lifetime, the king listened to the advice of the Imperial Preceptor most, so under the dispatch of the Imperial Preceptor Yao Guangxiao, this bodyguard Qie Xue also joined the defense team. In order to avenge the Great Khan, the imperial advisor made an exception and took out a lot of gold and silver from the king's warehouse to boost the morale of the soldiers defending the city.
Up and down Hami, everyone was united and the momentum was like a rainbow!
(End of chapter)
