There are two sides to human beings! This is the case with Chen Zao now, even Mao Xingjian didn't expect that Chen Zao, who follows him on weekdays and respects people, would have such a domineering scene!

With his hands behind his back, Chen Zao walked arrogantly in front of those Cheyenne people kneeling in the snow, looking high, and said in that condescending tone, pointing with his fingers like almsgiving.

"The Celestial Empire is rich, originally you barbarians and lowly barbarians are not qualified to enter my Huaxia, but the prince is merciful and thinks that even beasts should have the opportunity to be educated, so I give you barbarians a chance! Remember, it's the prince's kindness that you got all this!"

Mao Xingjian couldn't help frowning in astonishment, but thinking that these guys couldn't understand Chinese, he didn't stop Chen Zao after all, but he didn't give him a chance to finish, the prince had already stretched out his hands forward, and wanted to help up the clan chiefs who were kneeling on the ground in a benevolent posture to welcome the return of the lost prodigal son.

He had just taken a step when an anxious and frightened cry suddenly sounded behind him.

"Big nephew/prince! Come back! The barbarian has a !! of deception."

Turning his head in shock, looking at Geng Geng's neck running panting and Han Xiaomo holding a pair of bows and arrows, Mao Xingjian almost subconsciously showed a headache, but before he could scold, it was behind him again, and the irritable wind sounded suddenly, and then, some hot liquid splashed on the back of his head.

Turning back again, Chen Zao, who was still preaching with bent over, his head with Western eyes and the appearance of a standard teacher had disappeared, and in the middle of a pile of splattered red and white liquid, a slightly rusty iron axe appeared there.

Before Mao Xingjian could react, another iron axe suddenly appeared in front of him, and behind the axe was the hideous face of the patriarch warrior of the Apache tribe he had seen.

Puff~ A tail of an arrow trembled and appeared on the neck of the Apache warrior, choking on a mouthful of blood, the man threw the axe, covered his neck and knelt on the ground, this kung fu, Dongfang Meng picked up the gun in horror as if he had just woken up from a dream and shouted.

"Barbarians rebel! Protecting the Crown Prince!!"

The crackling gunshots rang out, jumping up from the kneeling position, and the several Indian axemen who were carrying the axe to Mao Xingjian were like being electrocuted, and a few blood holes burst out of the crackling body, and they fell to the ground screaming, but behind them, those Indians also threw the heavy javelins in their hands violently, and in the same pop, the two black pearl sailors who ran out in a panic and pulled Mao Xingjian back with their backs to the Indians also staggered forward with blood.

Looking at the metal harpoon spearhead that pierced their bodies and dripped with blood, Mao Xingjian's expression froze again, and in his disbelievable eyes, the two deadly guards used their last strength to push him back into the crowd by the shoulders.

"Protect ......, Crown Prince......"

In just a few seconds, the welcoming field of joy turned into a slaughtering Shura field, and he suddenly took out the weapons hidden behind his body, and one by one the five Indians went crazy and fanatically laid forward, and the onlookers fled back in fear, and those who fled slowly were directly cut to the ground with an axe, and then hacked to death by the messy axe on the cold snow.

The white snow was red and black with red and black splatters of blood, and there were cries of fear and dying screams everywhere!

The street was full of panicked fleeing crowds, several guards pushed Mao Xingjian to flee to the upper city in a panic, in front, Shangguan gritted his teeth and held the gun and kept pulling the trigger forward, in the front, a sailor who had been hit by the face threw the bullet to be loaded in horror, and then stabbed the bayonet into the neck of the man with the nearest open nose, but then, another black-footed man's axe slashed into his shoulder, in Mao Xingjian's sluggish gaze, the guard raised his head and let out an unwilling scream.

Bang~ The snow and dust splashed, Mao Xingjian simply sat on the ground softly, shaking his head in disbelief.

"How so? How so? ”

But just a second later, he was pulled up again, pushed him behind him, and shot an arrow violently, and three meters away, a Shoshone man who was carrying a bloody axe and was crazy to chase and slash covered his neck and fell to the ground violently, Han Xiaomo turned around anxiously and shouted.

"Big nephew! You okay? ”

"Lao Zhao, Lao Jin, stop them! Cover the prince's return to the inner city!"

"Got it!"

With a dull answer, the green tendons on his head were beating with fear and nervousness, holding a two-handed knife, but Geng Geng's neck was still like a mad tiger and rushed out of the mountain viciously.

Just one street, but it seems to have escaped for a century, there are fights and killings everywhere, the narrow upper city gate is crowded with fleeing people, Han Xiaomo roared desperately, only then pushed away the crowd in front of her, pulled Mao Xingjian back to the inner city, and threw him into the snowdrift at once, she also held her knees and bent over and gasped violently.

The cold snow finally made Mao Xingjian, whose brain had been blank, come back to his senses, and screamed, he also seemed to be crazy, and slammed into the city wall to look down, and what caught his eyes was that the outer city was already a sea of fire, and at the far end of his vision, a woman holding a child fled into the house in horror, and slammed the door on the door, and then several men who didn't know which tribe slammed the door viciously and went in, and after a while, they came out with two heads full of fear, one big and one small.

"Let me in!!"

In a trance, another familiar shout sounded in front of him, carrying a bloody Pu knife, Geng Geng's neck panted and ran to the city gate, behind him, there were hundreds of beast-like roaring six Indians, but in front of him, the sailors and strong men who entered the city were gritting their teeth and roaring and pushing the heavy city gate to creak and squeak and confine, closing the immigrants outside the city and Geng Geng's neck.

"No !!"

A terrible woman's cry sounded beside her, Mao Xingjian turned her head sharply again, but it was a woman with a big belly and desperate stretching out her hand to the city.

It was full of fear and despair, but listening to the woman's cry, Geng Geng's neck shook, but the broad and rough old face squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, waved his hand lightly, and then dragged the sawtooth-like knife in his hand, and fiercely slashed at the Indians who climbed to the top of the mountain, while slashing wildly, he also shouted like a madman.

"Come on! Dog brute, two more tricks with grandpa!"

Call~

Wheezing suddenly, Mao Xingjian once again sat behind the wooden battlement, not daring to look at the scene of the slaughter below, nor daring to listen to the woman's desperate cry anymore, until he didn't know how long, his collar was 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! Now what!!! You have an idea!! ”

Finally, in this roar, Mao Xingjian came to his senses again, turned his face, and saw Nangong Bingwen, Shangguan Meng, Han Xiaomo, and their faces full of sweat, nervousness and fear.

I'm the Prince! I am the leader of Serpent City!!

After a few violent breaths, forcing his head to calm down, Mao Xingjian probed into the inner city again, a large group of immigrants who had just fled here had all turned into cold corpses, and the figure of Geng Geng's neck disappeared into the snow, and the outer city built on the mountainside was full of crackling and burning sounds, which had been occupied by an unknown number of Indians, and occasionally you could hear the shouts and fights that broke in, and on the edge of the city wall, sailors and city citizens kept shooting, Instead, the Indians next to each other were temporarily repulsed.

Rubbing the sweat on his forehead, a hideous look was temporarily placed on Mao Xingjian's originally delicate noble face, pointing to the burning outer city, he shouted impatiently.

"Gather all the men, gather all the wine, and tear down the wood! Lone knows how to build a trebuchet! Throw the wine down and burn down all the houses and food stores below! It's freezing cold, these barbarians can't hold on for long, and there is no food! I'm going 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 they dispersed.

There is really nothing lacking here, in less than a moment, the big wooden pole of the demolition beam was nailed into the ground solidly, an iron rod was stuck into the girder along the hole of the tenon, and it was put on two standing logs, the seven cannons that killed the Mongolian Khan in Diaoyu City were simply set up, a barrel of wine was loaded on the leaky net tied on the long side, and more than a dozen ropes were tied to the short end, Mao Xingjian personally came up and rolled up his sleeves and other Snake City men grabbed the rope and gritted their teeth like dragging it back.

But before the barrel could be thrown out, a boulder the size of a stool was thrown in first, and with a clattering sound, the house on the side collapsed in half, and more than a dozen people were buried in the rubble screaming.

How can it be?

Throwing the seven cannons, Mao Xingjian ran up to the city wall again in disbelief, raised the telescope, and in the next second, he only felt that the blood all over his body was rushing to his brain, and his face instantly turned blood-red.

At the foot of the mountain, the Sioux bull tamer hummed and pulled the same dozen identical seven-pronged ox carts, and slowly stepped into the battlefield, the one standing at the front of the ox cart, wearing a long robe and scarf, was not Su Yu or which?

"Why !!"

The fist slammed into the rough wood, Mao Xingjian's eyes were red with blood, and he roared as if it wasn't a human voice.

His three years of hard work, all his faith and spirit, with the appearance of this person, was like a sandcastle on the beach in an instant, instantly shattered by the waves!

"Prince!"

also ran up the city wall in a panic, Nangong Bingwen panicked and wanted to help, but was pushed away by Mao Xingjian weakly.

"Prepare to break out!"

(End of chapter)