With the roar of Fars' men, the riots of believers below became even worse at this time. In an instant, everyone in the courtyard fell into panic. The guards at the door began to push the believers brutally and ran to Fars' body.

Xiao Yanlou looked at Faerce's body in disbelief. The proud and sacred Sun God was assassinated in an instant!

The cold sweat soaked the back. The coolness brought by the breeze not only made Xiao Yanlou's scalp numb, but also made him involuntarily. When he looked at the blood hole in Fars' neck, a layer of goose bumps began to spread.

The chilling feeling made his legs weak, and the sound of people from the North Mansion lurking here flashed in his mind. Looking at the panicked crowd below, and looking at the guard who was trying hard to squeeze in, Xiao Yanlou couldn't help but feel a black look in front of him.

The Northern Mansion is so cruel... Before Xiao Yanlou could finish sighing in his heart, his eyes found two sharp gazes in the crowd. He was now on him. When he saw the black eyes, Xiao Yanlou instantly felt like he fell into an ice cave. He pointed his hand at Ye Qing and Mu Huali in a conditioned manner, pulled the subordinates of the helpless believers beside Fars' body, shouted: "They are the murderers, they are the murderers..."

At this time, the subordinate didn't care about him at all, and even felt hatred for him. After all, if it weren't for his request, the Sun God wouldn't have come here, let alone assassinated and killed.

Impatiently pinched Xiao Yanlou's neck, looked at Xiao Yanlou with his eyes as if he was blazing fire, gritting his teeth, and wishing to swallow Xiao Yanlou alive: "I tell you, your king of the South Court must give us an explanation for this matter. The Sun God is dead, and even if the murderer is caught, our king will not just forget it!" Xiao Yanlou's cheeks flushed and his breathing was rapid, but even so, he still pointed at the direction where Ye Qing and Mu Huali were just now, and said with difficulty: "I saw the real murderer, right in the crowd... Look over there..."

The two of them turned their heads and looked in the direction Xiao Yanlou pointed at. At this moment, the guards rudely ordered all the believers in the gate to kneel down and check whether there were weapons and blood on them. For a moment, Ye Qing and Mu Huali could not be seen.

At this time, outside the gate, on the more chaotic street, Ye Qing and Mu Huali, who were walking out of the gate successfully, were constantly squeezing in the opposite direction among the crowds, especially Mu Huali's injured shoulders, which had begun to seep out blood in the crowds of shoulders and shoulders, and the white robe had begun to gradually be dyed red.

Xiao Yanlou looked at the kneeling crowd helplessly, coughed violently a few times, and raised his gaze that was crying because of the coughing again, blurring, and vaguely saw two figures like murderers in the distance, suddenly squeezing in the opposite direction.

On the afternoon of July 18, the first year of Shaoxi, when Temujin arrived at Marhan City, it was the time when the defender of Kerman City Lahore surrendered with a white flag. At this time, Kerman City was still in a mess.

With Fars' death, it blew through Kerman City like a gust of wind, and the entire Kerman City instantly fell into a state of madness and abandonment. The defenders on the city faced a coalition of only 5,000 people. Even if they had tentatively entered the range of the bow and arrow, the defenders did not even dare to release a single arrow.

The believers and people in the city were completely collapsed, and the entire city was suddenly in a state of paralysis. Even when Lahore received news of Fars' death from the city and led the team to the scene, he saw several thugs, hooligans, etc. in Kman City on weekdays, and began to smash and loot some shops.

Although they suppressed some along the way, because Fars' death was of great importance and there was a strong enemy outside the city, Lahore could no longer take into account the behavior of the thugs in the city, so he could only send a few personal soldiers to rescue the painful woman who was surrounded by several thugs and was unable to effectively prevent the spread of atrocities in the city.

As a major city of trade and trade, it is adjacent to the Liao Kingdom, so the most affected are the many merchants who are resting here and preparing to go to the Liao Kingdom and Xia Kingdom for trade. At this time, they suffered heavy losses and people were beaten to the point of bleeding, watching the goods being stolen.

After Lahore saw Fars' body with his own eyes, the black blood hole in Fars' throat was shaking in front of him, like a black hole, full of strange and terrifying feeling.

Xiao Yanlou was only concerned about mobilizing the Liao soldiers who followed him to protect his car, and the gold, silver and treasures that would not be stolen by others in chaos. He was busy and panicked, and his subordinates were dissatisfied with him in front of Lahore.

Lahore immediately thought of a way to exchange peace with Xiao Yanlou, so Mo Xiaobao threw down weapons from the Khwarezmian defenders on the top of the city without any effort to get a soldier and a soldier. After opening the city gate, he officially entered the city city.

The sun began to tilt down the western horizon, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the chaotic Kerman City. The original sacred seemed extremely depressed and lonely at dusk.

The entry of the coalition forces made the thugs in Kerman City disappear quickly like a tide, but along the way, you can still see traces of destruction of thugs, hooligans, etc. in the city in just half a day. Some shops were also emitting black smoke at this time. The guys and the shopkeepers were busy extinguishing the fire and calculating the loss of their property.

The first time after entering the city, the five thousand soldiers controlled the defenders in Kerman City under Mo Xiaobao's clear command. They even went out of the city to welcome Mo Xiaobao. At this time, they could not even find a blade on their body.

Under the leadership of Lahore, the tongue man translated Lahore's words to Mo Xiaobao. Xiao Yanlou is now controlled by the Zoroastrianism. As long as the coalition forces do not massacre the city, the entire Kman City will never resist at all.

Some of the white believers were still kneeling on the side of the road at this time, or sitting cross-legged like laity, beside the shops and houses that were robbed by thugs, praying for the dead great sun god Fars.

Xiao Yanlou and his personal soldiers were only about 200, and now they were controlled by Lahore next to him. But Mo Xiaobao has not yet found the shadow of Ye Qing and Mu Huali, which made him break up with K Manchester City without any effort, but he couldn't be happy.

As they were about to follow Lahore into Zoroastrianism, two smiling men slowly walked out at the entrance of a tavern with only half of the door left by the street.

The white robes on the two of them were covered with dust and blood, and one of them was obviously injured on his shoulders. Blood stained most of Mu Huali's shoulders red, and there was still a trace of fatigue and relief in his expression.

Lahore looked at the two men who were not afraid of the Liao coalition forces and walked straight out of the tavern. Just as they were about to scold them, they saw that the coalition general next to him had jumped off the horse's back and rushed to the two men at the first time.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"How is the sweat?"

Mo Xiaobao and Mu Huali spoke almost at the same time. What Mo Xiaobao was concerned about was what he noticed at a glance. Ye Qing wrapped his bandaged left hand, and Mu Huali's first reaction was that he was concerned about Temujin.

"I'm fine." Ye Qing smiled and shook his head. Although he had not seen each other for a few days, the separation of just a few days made Ye Qing completely realize that Mo Xiaobao in front of him was no longer the wandering thief boy in Lin'an City, but a mature and steady young general who could command troops and fight and be the only one.

While looking at Mo Xiaobao up and down, Mo Xiaobao also looked at Ye Qing up and down. Similarly, in Mo Xiaobao's view, in just a few days, he saw a faint feeling of vicissitudes from Ye Qing.

"Let me tell Mu Huali where Temuzhen is now." Ye Qing patted Mo Xiaobao's shoulder and said.

Although the two have not fought side by side in the past few days, both Mo Xiaobao under Temujin's command and Ye Qing who went deep into the enemy camp were actually under great pressure.

Mo Xiaobao was always worried about Ye Qing's safety, and Ye Qing was always worried about whether the flower-planting army would be plotted by Temujin, or... just as he was trying to win over Mu Huali, he would win over Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can.

He believed that Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can were loyal to him, just as Temujin would never suspect that Mu Huali would betray him, but even so, Temujin would worry whether Ye Qing would take the opportunity to win over Mu Huali, or... if he failed to make another plan, he would secretly attack Mu Huali?

After all, there are thousands of people behind Zhong Can and Mo Xiaobao, and Ye Qing and Mu Huali, with the last scout appearing in front of Temujin, Temujin began to pray in his heart that Mu Huali could remain vigilant about Ye Qing and never be fooled by Ye Qing.

The city of Marhan, which was under the 20,000 cavalry, did not stop much effective resistance. Temujin was like a whirlwind, and with the fast speed of the cavalry, he kept harassed the center of gravity of the defense line in the city, making it impossible for him to guess in which direction his main force would attack the city.

As the sunset was all set and the night began to fall, the defenders' defense line, which had been harassed for more than an hour, had already appeared before the confrontation.

When the first oil lamp in Marhan City lit up, a loud noise broke out at the gate to the west, and even the impact of a siege hammer was not survived. The huge city gate made a loud noise of defeat, instantly causing the coalition cavalry to attack the city.

Before the soldiers on the city could ignite the torches, the streets were full of cavalry like long dragons, and mercury poured into the city of Marhan.

The guard general had not yet reacted from the top of the city. He had just turned around and leaned out of the city tower. Before he could reach the steps, silent arrows were yelling at the sky. Amid the riots in the city, they were inserted into the guard general's chest from Boerzhu's hand.

Looking at the arrows in her chest in disbelief, before the personal soldiers around her could react, another rapid rain of arrows shot by. The guard who could no longer avoid them was instantly shot into a hedgehog, and the city defense collapsed instantly and collapsed.

Unlike the army led by Mo Xiaobao, the orderly entry of Kerman City and the coalition forces of the Jin, Song and Liao Kingdoms led by Temujin were far beyond the greed for wealth in the city.

Without even waiting for Temujin to give the order, Borshu's subordinates spontaneously began to burn, kill and loot the victors. Only the Song soldiers led by Zhong Can were still chasing the small group of stubborn defenders of Marhan City, and were completely indifferent to some of the wealth exposed in front of him.

Temujin frowned and began to patrol the entire city under the leadership of his personal soldiers. The military discipline of the Song people opened his eyes, but also made him feel hesitant and entangled at this moment, whether to restrain his warriors.

In the end, Temujin ignored the indulgence of the gods of Qishilie and the Jin soldiers, and also ignored the vent of the hatred of these Liao people of Yeli Zhan against the Khwarezm people, and even ignored the warriors under Borshu and burned, killed, looted, and the city of Marhan.

On the other side, Kerman City, under the night, had already restored its order at this time. It was difficult to see figures in the entire streets of Kerman City. Only Song people and Tatar soldiers were sitting on horseback and speeding back and forth, patrolling the entire city.

Food, supplies and other places have been controlled by them. Even around Zoroastrianism, they are now jointly guarded by the Song people and the Tatars.

In the hall, Fars' body was still so peaceful, his bloodless cheeks looked paler, and the blood hole on his neck was covered by a moon-white cloth. If he weren't as pale as a living person, he would be like a sleeping sun god.

Xiao Yanlou was tied up in front of Ye Qing in big tie. Lahore was standing next to Ye Qing at this time, convincing Ye Qing, hoping that Ye Qing would not order anyone to trample on Fars' body.

Mu Huali's footsteps sounded in the hall, and the boxes of gold, silver and treasures used by Xiao Yanlou were carried in. Without Ye Qing's order, Mu Huali naturally did not dare to deal with these things privately. He could only search together with the others and moved them into the hall, waiting for Ye Qing's disposal.

"Wouldn't it be easier to kill him directly? What's the point of being useless to him? We and Xiaowuli's sect have long been incompatible with each other." Mu Huali proudly opened the box in front of Ye Qing, and the inside was full of yellow gold.

"Don't you want to know how we should go back to Liao Kingdom?" Ye Qing sat on a chair that was originally the sun god who was qualified to sit, and said with a smile: "According to what Xiaobao just told us, Temujin will attack Marhan tonight, so once he won the Marhan, who did not have many Khwarezm defenders, then there will be only one city in Yuye City. After taking the Marhan City, we should go back home, so now, it is time to consider our way back."

"Just because of him? Is he that important in Xiaowulita's eyes?" Mu Huali said disdainfully.

"So I really want to know what Xiaowulishi told him when he sent him to Khwarezm. In addition to inviting the Khwarezm people to send all their troops to deal with us, do they have any other plans? Or will Hara City attack us from behind at this time? But unfortunately, this guy is very stubborn..." Ye Qing looked at Mu Huali and said lightly.

As the commander of the Imperial City Department, he naturally had a way to let Xiao Yanlou speak, but he wanted to see if Mu Huali had any other solutions. Of course, he also wanted the Liao people to die at Mu Huali rather than at his own hands.

Seeing Ye Qing getting up and going out, nodding and planning to interrogate Xiao Yanlou in person, Mu Huali's eyes flashed over the boxes of wealth that Ye Qing ignored. After hesitating, he still asked: "Sir, what should I do if these... these are?"

"Let's leave it here for the time being. What will be decided after Temujin arrives at Kerman?" Ye Qing showed his calmness, as if he didn't care about the gold, silver and treasures in front of him.

Mu Huali admired such a cold attitude towards wealth, but he didn't know that Ye Qing also wanted to take all of these for himself. After all, his pockets are so poor that they are all over the place.

The five routes in the north and the floods of the Yellow River made him not affordable, and he had never had enough money. Although Li Lifang, the Ministry of Works, had given him a lot of money allocated by the imperial court, those floods were like dropping the bucket for the floods.

Ye Qing walked out of the hall and nodded to Mo Xiaobao. Then, behind the hall, among the Liao soldiers who came with Xiao Yanlou, several of them were taken into a room by the soldiers of the old Beiwei Army.

As Mu Huali began to interrogate Xiao Yanlou, the Liao soldiers who were taken away by the old Beiwei Army naturally saw Xiao Yanlou's fingers, which were slowly cut off by the daggers in Mu Huali's hand. A shrill scream sounded in the hall. Lahore, the guardian of the Khwarezmian next to him, turned pale, and looked at the pieces of fingers that fell to the ground. Then, after moving his throat a few times, he couldn't help but retching.

Ye Qing and Mo Xiaobao outside the hall smiled at each other as they heard the shrill screams behind them. Mo Xiaobao smiled and said, "Do you want to blame Mu Huali?"

Ye Qing looked at the starry sky and sighed heavily, then lowered her head and smiled bitterly. Looking at the bright lights and bustle last night, but it became trembling tonight. Kerman City, which was black, sighed: "What do the Tatars feel to you along the way?"

"It's very powerful, very greedy, and you're lucky to fight." Mo Xiaobao thought for a while and replied.

"What about the Liao people? Compared with the ten thousand people who fought in Yeli?" Ye Qing asked again.

Mo Xiaobao recalled the various situations of the Wujiang Army who saw the Yeli War when he briefly participated in the Battle of the Camp last night, and frowned and said, "The Wujiang Army is also very powerful, and it is not worse than the Tatars' combat power. If the Wujiang Army only fights the Tatars, it is difficult to predict who wins and loses, but if..."

Mo Xiaobao suddenly stopped and looked at Ye Qing in surprise and said, "Are you worried that one day when the Wujiang Army fought with the Tatars, Xiaowuli Tserpents would make trouble behind the scenes, so...the possibility of Xiaowuli Tserpents and the Tatars being in the middle and outside the relationship?"

"I hope." Ye Qing looked a little melancholy. The demise of the Liao Kingdom was inevitable. He had said this to Yelu Yue more than once, but she always maintained an optimistic attitude. Although she attached great importance to her own words, she did not really think so in her heart.

What's more, they have now reached the hinterland of the Khwarezmians. For Yelu Yue, with fewer external troubles and only internal troubles, the future of the Liao Kingdom should be bright.

But Ye Qing knew that with his meager strength, it would be difficult to change the trajectory of the Liao Kingdom, and Temujin's growth was inevitable. The Liao Kingdom was right under his nose, and in the future it would inevitably become a piece of fat that Temujin wanted to vomit.
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