People have two sides! This is how Chen Zao is now. Even Mao Xingjian didn’t expect that Chen Zao, who is always by his side and respects others, would have such a arrogant scene!

With his hands on his back, Chen Zao walked proudly in front of the Cheyenne who was kneeling in the snow, looking tall and above, and said with a finger pointing at the condescending tone and like a charity.

"The Heavenly Kingdom is rich. You barbaric and humble barbarians were not qualified to join my China, but the prince was kind and thought that even beasts should have the opportunity to be educated. This is why you gave you barbarians a chance! Remember, it is the kindness of the prince who got all this!"

Mao Xingjian couldn't help frowning in surprise, but thinking that these guys couldn't understand Chinese, he did not stop Chen Zao after all, but did not give him a chance to finish speaking. The prince had already stretched out his hands forward and wanted to help the clan chiefs kneeling on the ground with a kind attitude of a benevolent man who welcomed the return of the lost prodigal son.

He had just taken a step, but suddenly there was an anxious and horrifying cry behind him.

"Big nephew/Crown Prince! Come back quickly! The barbarian is cheating!!!"

He turned around in surprise and looked at Han Xiaomo, who was running and panting while running, and holding a bow and arrow. Mao Xingjian almost subconsciously showed a headache. But before he could scold him, he was behind him again. The irritable wind suddenly rang out, and then some hot liquid splattered on the back of his head.

Turning back again, Chen Zao, who was bent over and was still preaching, had disappeared, and an iron axe with a slightly rusty trace appeared in the middle of a pile of splashing red and white liquid.

Everything was heard in the flash. Before Mao Xingjian could react, another iron axe suddenly appeared in front of him. Behind the axe was the hideous face of a patriarch warrior from the Apache tribe he had seen.

Puchi~ A piece of arrow tail appeared tremblingly on the Apache warrior's neck, and a mouthful of blood choked out of his mouth. The man threw the axe and knelt on the ground with his neck covering his neck. At this skill, Dongfang Meng picked up the gun in horror and shouted.

"The barbarian rebels! Protect the prince!!!"

The crackling gunshots sounded, and they jumped up from their kneeling positions. They rushed towards Mao Xingjian with their axes as if they were electrocuted. Several blood holes burst out from their bodies and fell to the ground screaming. But behind them, the Indians also threw out the heavy javelins at their hands. With the same sound, the two panics ran out, and the black pearl sailors who were pulling Mao Xingjian back toward the Indians also stumbled forward with blood.

Looking at the metal harpoon spearhead piercing them and blood dripping, Mao Xingjian's expression stopped again. In his unbelievable eyes, the two urged guards used their last bit of strength to push his shoulders and push him back into the crowd.

"Protect..., Prince..."

In just a few seconds, the cheerful welcome field became a slaughtered Shura field. He suddenly took out the weapons hidden behind his body, and five Indians rushed forward like crazy. The onlookers were fleeing back in fear. The escaped slowly and was directly chopped to the ground by the fierce axe, and then killed by the messy axe on the cold snow.

The bright red blood splattered the white snow into a red and black area, and there were screams of fear and screams of death everywhere!

The street was full of panic fleeing people. Several guards pushed Mao Xingjian and fled to the upper level. In front, Shangguan Meng gritted his teeth and kept pulling the trigger forward with his gun. At the front, a sailor who had already met him threw the bullet to load in horror, and then he stabbed it hard into the neck of the man who was closest to him with a bayonet. But then, another black-footed man's axe slashed into his shoulder again. In Mao Xingjian's dull gaze, the guard raised his head and let out an unwilling scream.

Bang~ Snow dust splashed, Mao Xingjian simply sat down softly on the ground, shook his head in disbelief.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

But just one second later, he was pulled up again, pushed him behind him, and shot another arrow. Three meters away, a man with a bloody axe rushed up to chase and chop, covering his neck and suddenly fell to the ground. Han Xiaomo then turned around anxiously and shouted.

"Big nephew! Is it okay?"

"Old Zhao, Lao Jin, block them! Cover the prince back to the inner city!"

"knew!"

With a dull agreement, the veins on the forehead were beating due to fear and tension. He held a knife with both hands, but Geng Geng's neck was still as fierce as a mad tiger and rushed out to the bottom of the mountain.

It seemed like a short street had been running away for a century, and there were fighting and being killed everywhere. The narrow upper city gate was filled with crowds of fleeing people. Han Xiaomo roared desperately, then pushed away the crowd in front of him, pulled Mao Xingjian back to the inner city, and threw him into the snow pile. She also held her knees and bent over and gasped violently.

The cold snow finally made Mao Xingjian come to his senses because of the blankness of his brain. He screamed. He seemed to be crazy and rushed up the city wall and looked down. The outer city was already a sea of ​​fire. At the far end of his sight, a woman holding a child escaped into the house in horror and pressed to the door tightly. Then several men from unknown tribes rushed into the door and rushed in. After a while, he carried two people with fear, one big and one small.

"Let me in!!!"

In a trance, another familiar shout sounded in front of him, holding a bloody Pu Dao. Genggeng's neck panted and ran to the city gate. Behind him were hundreds of six tribes roaring like wild beasts. But in front of him, the sailors and men who entered the city gritted their teeth and roared and pushed the heavy city gate and locked up, locking all the immigrants and Genggeng's neck outside the city outside the city.

"No!!!"

A shrill cry of a woman sounded beside her, and Mao Xingjian suddenly turned his head, but a woman stretched out her hands to the city with a big belly and desperately.

Originally full of fear and despair, but listening to the woman's crying, Geng Geng's neck shaking, his thick and wild old face squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying. He waved his hand gently, then dragged the serrated knife from his hand, and slashed fiercely towards the Indians climbing to the top of the mountain. While slashing wildly, he was also shouting like a madman.

"Come on! Gou Manzi, let's play two more tricks with grandpa!"

Huh~

With a sudden breath, Mao Xingjian sat hard behind the wooden mercedes again, not daring to see the scene of the murder and massacre below, nor dared to listen to the woman's desperate crying. It was not known how long, his collar was suddenly pulled up by a pair of small hands, and his face was pressed in front of him. Han Xiaomo shouted anxiously and angrily.

"Big nephew, cheer up! What to do now!!! Come on and make your own ideas!!!"

Finally, in the roar, Mao Xingjian woke up again and turned his face. What caught his eye were Nangong Bingwen, Shangguan Meng, Han Xiaomo and the others sweating, nervous and fearful faces.

I am the prince! I am the leader of Snake City!!!

After a few violent breaths, Mao Xingjian forced his head to calm down. He leaned over to the inner city again. The large group of immigrants who had just escaped here had all turned into cold corpses. Geng Geng's figure disappeared into the snow. The outer city built on the hillside was full of crackling burning sounds. There were countless Indians everywhere. Occasionally, he could hear the yelling and fighting breaking in. On the side of the city wall, sailors and city residents kept firing, which temporarily repelled the next Indians.

After rubbing the sweat on his forehead, a ferocious feeling was temporarily placed on Mao Xingjian's originally pretty noble man's face. He pointed to the burning outer city, and shouted impatiently.

"Call the men, put out the wine and dismantle the wood! Gu knew how to build a catapult! He smashed the wine and burned all the houses and grains below! It was cold and the land was frozen, and these barbarians couldn't last long, and there was no food! They all had to freeze to death!"

Since the incident, Mao Xingjian finally shouted a useful order, and a large group of people finally found the backbone and broke up in a flash.

There is really nothing missing here. In less than a moment, the large wooden pole that dismantled the beam was firmly nailed to the ground. An iron stick was stuck into the beam along the hole of the tenon and tenon, and it was placed on two standing trees. The seven cannons that killed the Mongolian Khan in Diaoyu City were simply built. A barrel of wine was loaded on the long side and tied the net. More than a dozen ropes were tied to the short end. Mao Xingjian came up in person, rolling his sleeves and other snake city men grabbed the rope and gritted their teeth as if dragging them back.

But before the barrel was thrown out, a huge rock the size of a stool was thrown in first. With a crackling sound, the house next to it collapsed halfway, and unexpectedly caught a dozen people screaming and were buried in the ruins.

How is that possible?

After throwing the seven-pointed cannon, Mao Xingjian ran up the city wall in disbelief and raised the telescope high. The next second, he felt all the blood flowing towards his brain, and his face turned blood red in an instant.

At the foot of the mountain, the Su people's taming cows were humming and pulling about ten exactly the same seven-tip cannon ox carts, slowly stepping into the battlefield. The one who stood in front of the ox cart and was wearing a long robe and a robe and a turban was not Su Yu or who?

"Why!!!"

The fist hit the rough wood hard, and Mao Xingjian's eyes were red with blood, as if he was not roaring as shrill as a human voice.

His three years of hard work, all his faith and spirit, as this man appeared, he was instantly smashed by the waves, like a sand castle on the beach!

"Crown Prince!"

He also ran up the city wall in panic. Nangong Bingwen panic and wanted to support him, but was pushed away by Mao Xingjian.
Chapter completed!