But they could only see the incoming object. By the time they reacted, the arrow feathers were already in front of the officials.
As soon as the knife in the officer's hand was raised close to him, the arrow had already penetrated his throat.
It was just that the force was slightly weaker, so the subordinate officer was not killed immediately.
But death from such a fatal injury was only a matter of time. The officer covered his neck and stared, his expression became more painful and his breathing became rapid.
Compared to the two Gohars who were killed in one blow, the officer's injuries could have been saved if they were treated in time and treated by someone with high medical skills.
However, subordinate officials obviously did not have such an opportunity.
After experiencing extreme pain, he closed his eyes unwillingly.
The Mongolian soldiers witnessed the long-term struggle of their subordinates with their own eyes, and they were even more frightened.
The Mongolian soldiers in Xicheng were leaderless for a while, and the remaining officers retreated one after another. The sharp arrows were obviously aimed at them.
Who knows who will die next?
The officers held their knives in front of their necks.
"Shield protection! Find the person who shot the arrow!"
The officer gave an order and ordered the Mongolian soldiers to raise their shields and form a group. The shields protected them tightly.
Qi Yuan smiled even more as he looked at the turtle shells on the city wall.
It takes two or three deaths to gain a long memory. There is a huge difference between the Mongolian soldiers in Ancheng and the elite soldiers in Ulimu.
But it is enough to deal with the herdsmen on the grassland.
It is indeed difficult to kill with sharp arrows under the shield, but the Mongolian soldiers' sight is also blocked.
"master?"
Qi Yuan tightened the reins, and the prone wolves around him stood up one after another.
An Jiu spoke and looked at Qi Yuan who was about to cause trouble.
"Close to the city gate and prepare the next plan."
Hearing this, An Jiu looked up at the many eagles hovering above his head, nodded and walked to the front of Qi Yuan.
The people in the turtle shell were very worried, and they could only let the soldiers on the outside observe the situation through the gaps.
"Wolves! It's wolves!"
"The God of Death is coming, the God of Death is coming!"
The Mongolian soldier's voice penetrated into everyone's ears.
Qi Yuan and An Jiu were wearing hoods and black clothes. A dense pack of wolves surrounded them and stared at them eagerly.
"The wolves are surrounding them!"
The Mongolian soldiers saw joy in their voices when they saw the Central Plains people surrounded by wolves.
"real??"
The officer came closer and saw the two people surrounded by wolves through the gap.
The wolves' eyes glowed and they pounced on the two men. The horses lay down, and the two men held bows and arrows in their hands and kept waving to drive away the wolves. It was obvious that they had no time to worry about themselves.
The officers were overjoyed to see this.
"Quick, archers, prepare! Release arrows, release arrows!"
The officer ordered his men, and the turtle shell opened to reveal the people surrounding him.
Qi Yuan looked at Meng Bing and smiled even more.
The circling eagle rushed towards the wall, and the clay pots smashed against the archers.
Meng Bing's expression changed drastically when he looked at the eagle and saw the oil on his clothes.
"It's a scam, hurry up..."
A rocket shot through the air, and the archer who spoke immediately fell to the ground.
The fire snake sprang up along the oil, and soon affected the Mongolian soldiers next to it.
The turtle shell with its gap exposed was completely destroyed by the fire, and the Mongolian soldiers who had gathered together were in chaos because of the sudden fire.
The fire spread to more people between stampedes.
Rockets kept coming and igniting, and clay pots were smashed into the turtle's shell.
The officers who were protected by the regiment now became the turtle in the urn.
There was a sea of fire on the city wall, and the screams of the Mongolian soldiers floated over Ancheng.
An Jiu looked at this scene and put away his bow and arrow and looked at Qi Yuan in shock.
Where did these eagles get their clay pots and oil? ?
What kind of oil can burn so fiercely?
Qi Yuan took off his hood and looked at Ancheng not far away with satisfaction.
"God's will is upon me."
An Jiu saw Qi Yuan avoid talking and didn't dare to ask. After all, he had seen more strange things than this.
The more you know, the sooner you will die, An Jiu believes in this principle.
Flames shot into the sky on the city wall, and the Mongolian army in An city was in chaos.
Qi Yuan held the reins with one hand, and the wolves followed him as they wandered out into the night.
If a king comes, all living beings will regard him as their master.
Eagles circled high in the sky far above, while wolves raised their heads and roared.
Such a scene was like the arrival of a god, which shocked the remaining Mongolian soldiers in the city to the point where they didn't know what night it was.
No matter how many times he watched this scene, An Jiu would be agitated, let alone this group of Mongolian soldiers who had already broken through their inner defenses.
"Go out of the city and surrender, offer the city without killing."
Qi Yuan took off his hood, and the handsome young man's brows showed a domineering look that looked down upon the world.
From Qi Yuan's eyes, he seemed to be able to see that it was natural that the world would be in his hands. It seems that this person was born to be the master of the world.
Qi Yuan's words fell into the ears of the Mongolian soldiers. The Mongolian soldiers, who had already been frightened to death, dropped their scimitars one after another.
The horses that died at the city gate were climbed on by their hands and feet and used to get out of the city.
The Mongolian soldiers who left the city grabbed the ground with their heads and kowtowed for mercy.
"God above, I am willing to serve my Lord for the rest of my life as a believer in the true God!"
"Spare your life, spare your life, we are willing to surrender and beg for your life!"
…
An Jiu looked at the kneeling Meng soldiers in front of him and was speechless for a moment, subconsciously looking at Qi Yuan.
But he couldn't understand Qi Yuan's calm expression.
"Very good."
After a while, Qi Yuan showed a warm smile and rode towards the city gate.
The two groups of Mongolian soldiers knelt on both sides, looking down at the wolves following the young man in front of them.
The horse's corpse had been moved away by the Mongolian soldiers, and the Mongolian soldiers who were left behind by Qi Yuan still kept their posture of lying on the ground, looking submissive.
An Jiu faced the Mongolian army to protect Qi Yuan as he entered the city, but Qi Yuan himself did not even spare a glance to the person kneeling on the ground.
These Mongolian soldiers are different from Zaha's herdsmen. Those herdsmen are also victims of the war, so Qi Yuan can show them a way to survive.
And these Mongolian soldiers crawling on the ground, ha!
How could their hands not have the blood of the people of Ancheng? How could they be merciful when they burned, killed, looted, and enslaved the people of Ancheng?
Now we are not on the grassland, but on the battlefield.
Being kind to them is an insult to the people of Anseong!
Qi Yuan wore a faint smile, leaving the young man's still not broad back.
The Meng soldiers who lowered their heads saw the figure of the God of Death disappear, and immediately got up from the ground and ran towards the grassland with all their strength.
All of a sudden, the people who just wanted to serve Qi Yuan as their master turned around and ran away.
How could they endure having a Central Plains man sitting on their heads? They couldn't defeat them, and the elite soldiers of leader Ulimu would definitely be able to conquer this place!
The Mongolian soldiers fled in all directions, scorning the ridiculous kindness of the Central Plains people.
Qi Yuan climbed up to the tower and watched the fleeing Mongolian soldiers take out Daxuan's flags from their arms and arrange them and hang them high.
The flag fluttered in the wind, and the wolves outside the city also began hunting.
There is no doubt about the fighting ability of the hungry wolf.
In front of Qi Yuan, they were well-behaved pets, but in front of the Meng soldiers, their true nature as hungry wolves was fully exposed.
massacre?
Since he was regarded as a totem, he was buried in the belly of a wolf.
Qi Yuan took off his black cloak, revealing the white robe underneath and hung the jade pendant around his waist.
Encircled by Linglan, Daxuan’s picture of the country will start from here.
Qi Yuan watched Ancheng's full face exposed in the sky and tightened his hair tie.
It's time to turn over.
