The shadows lurking in the darkness turned green when they heard such laughter and curses.
It's not very harmful, it's extremely insulting.
"Oh, Your Majesty, you are so good and bad, people like you so much!!!"
Feeling that the group of bad men and women were going to do something bad in the ancestral temple, several shadows disappeared in an instant.
On the side of the ancestral temple, hundreds of nobles and thousands of disciples gathered here, holding bronze swords and crossbows.
When the spies told them what had just happened, the nobles immediately exploded.
Especially some members of the clan, because they are far away in seniority, they still regard themselves as members of the Shangguo clan.
The ancestral temple will be regarded as a venue for XXOO. Who can bear it?
"bass!"
Chubby Winter Melon directly pulled out his sword.
Although he is the shortest and fattest among all the people, he also has the biggest temper.
"There are only a few hundred soldiers outside the ancestral temple. This is the opportunity God has given us as Shangguo."
"Kill Thief Yang and restore our country's foundation."
The short winter melon pulled out his sword, and his whole aura suddenly changed, like a meat tank.
"kill!!!!"
"kill!!!!"
"kill!!!!"
Everyone roared like a tsunami, set up ladders and rushed into the ancestral temple.
When they came to the square, everyone was filled with joy when they saw it. There were soldiers guarding the outside of the ancestral temple, but there was no one guarding it inside.
"Hahahaha, Yang Gannu is a thief, so arrogant."
"It seems that the rumor that the Grand Master died at the hands of Yang Qian is just a rumor."
"This person is too arrogant."
"Come on!"
When everyone vaguely saw the situation in the ancestral temple, everyone instinctively felt that something was wrong.
I saw the leader with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for something.
But it didn't matter. Xiao Donggua looked at it and saw that he had thousands of people. He was so afraid that even a spit of spit would kill him, a monster who was neither male nor female.
"Yang Qian, you are a female thief, how dare you destroy my Shangguo, destroy my ancestral temple, and destroy our country. I, Shangguo, will fight you until death."
Yang Qian had his hands behind his back and his eyes were cold. He stood still in the face of thousands of people. The momentum of one person actually slowed down the charging speed of thousands of people.
Many of the disciples actually felt fearful when they saw that Yang Qian was confident.
The short winter melon shouted and rushed upwards. Suddenly, countless Xia troops holding shields and wearing armors walked out from both sides of the ancestral temple.
Dwarf Winter Melon waved his hand to signal everyone to stop. Although the opponent was small in number, looking at their equipment and then looking at his own equipment, everyone felt bitter in their hearts.
Others were fully armored, holding long weapons, and those behind were holding crossbows. When the two huge ordnances were carried out.
Everyone is ***.
Two bed crossbows were brought out.
Damn it, you idiot, you don’t have martial ethics!
He immediately ordered everyone to retreat.
Yang Qian was indifferent throughout the whole process. It was just like playing a game. Playing the game normally, with winners and losers, is naturally interesting.
But when the cheat is turned on, everyone knows what the opponent's trump card is, and all that's left is invincible loneliness.
These people stepped back in disorder. From this, we can see the difference between professional players and amateurs.
All idiots know that as soon as Xia Jun, armed with a shield and wearing armor, appears, any sense of confrontation on their side has been lost.
When they fled outside, they saw the gate of the ancestral temple slowly closing.
If there was no way to get through the main entrance, he had to go to the side. But when Dwarf Winter Melon looked from the side, he saw that the ladder he and others had set up had disappeared at some point.
Instead, there were groups of Xia's troops arrayed neatly.
As a result, except for the gate of the ancestral temple, the Xia army on three sides had surrounded them, and their number was already several times their number.
watching
Thousands of people were running from here to there in the wide square, and from there to here again. Their frightened faces made Yang Gan smile with contempt.
"Do you find it interesting?"
Zhang Yumeng's face was full of excitement, and he kept shaking his fists.
"Yes, it's interesting. It's so interesting. It's like a cat catching a mouse."
The other women tidied up their luxurious clothes. They rarely wore such formal clothes.
Sima Xin jumped onto a balcony, drew his sword and exploded.
"You guys, will you surrender or not?"
Thousands of soldiers roared.
"Will you surrender or not?"
In an instant, the momentum was overwhelming, frightening the thousands of nobles and disciples so that their faces turned pale and their limbs trembled.
Dwarf Winter Melon's face was pale. He knew that whether he surrendered or not, it would be death.
But the instinct of survival still drove him to run around with thousands of people, which added some fun to Yang Gan.
Anyway, if you are going to die, you might as well kill him once.
Seeing that the other party refused to surrender, Sima Xin glanced at Junshang, and with the latter's acquiescence, he roared with determination.
"Cum for me!"
"Whoosh whoosh!!!!"
The three parties fired feather arrows at the same time, knocking the thousands of people present off their backs.
At this point, Xiao Donggua stretched out his hand to signal his surrender.
He looked at everyone behind him with blood on his face, full of anger.
"Everyone, I'm sorry for causing harm to everyone. I hope everyone will surrender to Lord Wu An and stop resisting."
Hearing the voice of Dwarf Winter Melon, the nobles and retainers threw away their weapons one after another, their faces full of dejection, but more importantly, fear.
When Xia Guo's arrowheads faced Shang Guo's regular army, they could kill all directions, let alone these people who were not wearing armor, no matter what martial arts they had, they couldn't display it.
Sima Xin's face was full of defiance, and he waved his hands gently.
Countless feather arrows fell from the sky, turning almost everyone present into hedgehogs.
If the arrow enters the body, the person will only lose combat effectiveness, rather than die immediately.
In the entire square, rivers of blood flowed, and people wailed everywhere! ! !
It can be described as hell on earth.
At this time, only the short winter melon and a few diners behind him were left.
His face was full of horror, and all his men were lying dead on the spot, in order to ensure that no fish slipped through the net.
The Huben Army began to step forward to make up for those who were not completely dead.
The short winter melon rushed up the steps, but was held tightly by two soldiers.
"Yang Qian, you don't deserve a good death. You want to destroy all the scholars in our country, you murderer and a common man!"
Suddenly, Short Winter Melon shouted towards the back.
"Quick, use the trick!"
As soon as he finished speaking, among the few diners who were promoted behind him, there was a man of medium stature, but his arms were thicker than ordinary people, and his entire sleeves were stretched tight.
I saw him using the fastest speed to take down the heavy bow and arrow from his back, aim at Yang Gan, set up the bow and shoot the arrow, almost in one go.
Sima Xin was shocked and shouted to the Tiger Army.
"Quick, stop him."
But when the Huben army came to their senses, the feather arrows had already shot towards Yang Gan.
Everyone in the square went crazy, staring blankly at the arrows, as if time had slowed down countless times.
Wu Anjun still looked plain and disdainful.
Suddenly, in the sight of everyone, a slender hand suddenly popped out. It seemed to be very slow, but it didn't know that it was right in front of Jun Shang.
The thick and long feathered arrow seemed to be shooting towards her hand.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, the slender hand grabbed the feather arrow, and the feathers at the tail of the arrow trembled wildly.
Instantly, the whole place was in an uproar.
Everyone stared blankly at that hand. That hand was white and soft, as if it could only be possessed by a woman whose fingers are not touched by spring water.
It seems that just by looking at these jade hands, one can imagine how powerful the woman is.
In an instant, it was as if a nuclear bomb had been dropped in everyone's hearts. The doorman's arms were so strong, yet he was pinched with his bare hands at such a close distance.
What a terrifying power this is.
"Huh? You're quite strong."
Qingqing raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of solemnity.
The archery attendant looked horrified and took out another arrow. When he was about to shoot, he only heard the sound of pulling the string.
Dozens of feather arrows have been inserted into his body, and most of the feather arrows have even emerged from his back.
He opened his mouth and stared at the man on the steps with stern eyes and overwhelming momentum.
He fell to the ground and died.
When the last disciple was killed, Dwarf Winter Melon turned his head with an expression on his face. At this time, his mind was completely blank.
These were the backbone of the entire Fuyan City, and they were all killed within the span of a stick of incense.
Such a ruthless person, with such a ruthless heart, even if the vassal states were destroyed before, they would never be able to reach this level.
When Yang Qian came to him, he suddenly felt that this person was shorter than him, and he felt happy in his heart.
"I have sent a message to you. Those who sincerely surrender can get back a layer of land. Although the time limit is not long, as long as you feel at ease and do not rebel, you can still extend it later."
"Look, it's like this now. I feel very sad when I see it."
Short Winter Melon murmured, "Yang Gan, you thief, I'm dead anyway, no matter what you say, you are right."
"But don't forget, the other vassal states are watching. If you slaughter the nobles like this, let's see how other countries treat you in the future!!!"
The corners of Yang Gan's mouth raised, showing the expression of a crooked dragon king.
"Funny!!! What a big joke!"
"It's you Shang Guo who wants to kill me, why can't I resist?"
"You, Shang Guo, are planning to create a rift between me and the king. Can't I retaliate?"
"You are one of the nobles who wants to be high-density. Is it possible that I can't prepare a trap?"
"If you don't fight back, my trap won't work!"
Yang Gan waved his hand.
I saw hundreds of people from the noble clans who usually didn't stand out very much, walking out from the side.
When Short Winter Melon saw these people, his eyes turned red and he pointed at them tremblingly.
"You, you, are you worthy of Shang Guo?"
"You dare to betray your home country, you are so cruel!"
One of the scholars came out and said disdainfully.
"Hmph, I have the nerve to say that ten years ago, you were the one who contacted some nobles to usurp my family's land, leaving me with no way to sue, and making my father angry to death."
"That's right, you all banded together and excluded us."
"We are not from Shangguo."
"Yes, my mother is from Xia country."
"My father is from Liao country!"
