"Create chaos!" Yan Ming roared.

At this time, they have a chance to escape only if they create chaos and make the city full of people in the dark night. Otherwise, it would be a joke for these 100 or so people to escape in the garrison of thousands of head Manchester City.

The only good thing now is that Yan Ming and they are wearing Xiongnu clothes. And everybody's hair is loose, and once the streets are in chaos, it's not so easy to find them in the crowd.

"Whew-"

The sound of trumpets rang out in the city.

Shan Yu's head was cut off at night, which is a big deal.

The whole head of Manchester City soon became chaotic. Yan Ming gave the head of the military minister Shan Yu to a person next to him, and he himself rushed in another direction with a group of people.

"Head Manchester outside the city to make peace." Yan Ming said.

These special forces are not easy to run away from if they are in groups. But if it is dispersed, everyone's skills are immediately revealed.

They quickly blended in with the Huns, and a few even spoke some Hun dialect, and no one doubted them.

The city of the Huns is better than that of the Han City, there is not such a high city wall, and this so-called second largest city of the Xiongnu is just an earthen city.

The low earthen city walls around it could not stop the footsteps of the Han special forces at all.

Yan Ming followed a few people and ran towards the south gate.

Soon rushed out of a group of Hun soldiers, and when they saw them, Kiri immediately shouted a lot of words.

The tragedy is that none of the people around Yan Ming can speak Xiongnu dialect. Only Yan Ming could say two sentences, he opened his mouth and just shouted out a few Hun words, the Hun centurion on the opposite side had already seen that something was wrong, and with a wave of his hand, his subordinates waved their scimitars and rushed up.

A scuffle is inevitable.

The centurion was very good at kung fu, and the scimitar in his hand was waved, and he rushed straight up.

The Han army beside Yan Ming pulled Yan Ming and wanted to drag him away.

Before the two of them could start running, the centurion flew over with an arrow, and the scimitar in his hand slashed directly at the hand of the Han army.

At the same time, the centurion shouted to the smokers: "...... Run......

The other Yan Ming didn't understand, but they just understood that there was a quick escape in his words.

In an instant, Yan Ming understood that the centurion thought that he was a Hun who had been plundered by the Han army because he could speak a few words of Xiongnu language.

In an instant, the surroundings were full of Hun soldiers.

"Get out!" Seeing that if he didn't run away, a few Han soldiers who followed him were about to die here, Yan Ming shook his hand and scolded.

Several Han army special forces who followed Yan Ming understood what Yan Ming meant, and let them flee for their lives first. At this moment, they have no other choice but this way.

"Retreat!" The Han army retreated with a whistle, killing as they went, while the Huns rushed forward like a tide. The centurion assigned two Hun soldiers around him to guard Yan Ming.

The centurion of the Huns was a careful person, and sent people to guard Yan Ming, on the one hand, to prevent someone from hijacking him again, and on the other hand, to facilitate himself to ask questions for a while.

Looking at the two tall Hun men beside him, Yan Ming wanted to flee in other directions as soon as he turned around. Once they look at it, it will really be no longer the Han Dynasty. Maybe the head will be thrown on the side of the Huns.

Thinking of the bad taste of the Huns, they like to knock off the skulls of hostile forces and make wine glasses. Yan Ming felt a chill. If your head is made into a wine glass, it will be a real cup tragedy.

I heard that the higher the position, the more delicate the wine glass made of the skull, it is estimated that he is a big Han marquis, and the wine glass made of melon seeds on the head is estimated to not even have the opportunity to inlay a gem.

As soon as Yan Ming was about to take away, two Huns stopped him.

Both of them are tall and strong, and their strength is greater than Yan Ming's. One of them also smiled at Yan Ming and said a word of Xiongnu dialect.

It's a pity that Yan Ming doesn't understand. He faked a look of horror.

The two Huns thought he had been kidnapped by the Han army, so they were so scared that they didn't dare to speak. didn't pay attention to Yan Ming, but took him to the city lord's mansion in Manchester City.

As long as he arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, even if Yan Ming had wings on his body, he would definitely not be able to escape from the palm of the Huns.

His eyes wandered, looking for an opportunity to escape.

Helplessly, the two Hun soldiers were left and right, and Yan Ming had no chance to escape.

Because the Xiongnu's Shan Yu had just been killed by the Han army, the entire city was alarmed. Now, the streets are full of Hun soldiers.

Some of the Huns hid in their earthen houses and did not dare to come out.

"Hey." A Hun soldier suddenly pointed to an alley and muttered a lot.

The two of them nodded to each other, and walked towards the alley with Yan Ming. I think it's a short way to the Castle Lord's Mansion.

Entering the alley, the noise outside seemed to be far away.

If you don't run away at this time, you won't have a chance again.

Yan Ming gritted his teeth and quietly stretched his hand to his waist. There were two flintlock pistols pinned there. They were all loaded with buckshot.

He walked and walked, his pace slowing.

The two Huns thought he was walking slowly and took him by the hand. Yan Ming suddenly squatted down, clutching his stomach and screaming.

Seeing this, the two Huns laughed and said in Hun dialect: "This kid has a tummy." ”

After speaking, let Yan Ming squat on the side, and the two of them looked at Yan Ming.

Yan Ming stretched his hands to his waist, held the handle of the gun, and at the moment of squatting, he suddenly pulled out the flintlock pistol and shot it at the two of them.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a Hun soldier on the opposite side fell in response, and his head was half blown away by Yan Ming's shot.

The other person was stunned, and Yan Ming was also stunned. At such a critical moment, the other gun turned out to be dumb.

"You're Han!" The remaining Hun soldiers roared, and before Yan Ming could react, the scimitar in his hand slashed at Yan Ming's body.

The scimitar swept by, Yan Ming's leg was numb, and then it was cold and hot, and a heart-piercing pain came from Yan Ming's thigh.

"You damn Han kid!" The Huns scolded, and Yan Ming couldn't understand it, but he could see that this person hated himself.

The Huns really hated him and grabbed Yan Ming's feet.

He didn't want to kill Yan Ming with a knife, but wanted to throw Yan Ming on the wall and fall to death alive before he could relieve his hatred. Because it was his own brother who had just died.

The two of them didn't need to go to the battlefield, just to be idle defenders in the city, take care of their elderly parents, and earn some food. Unexpectedly, this Han child actually killed his brother.

In anger, he mentioned Yan Ming.

Yan Ming immediately let go and threw the gun on the ground, rolled up, and with the strength of his waist and abdomen, he crashed into the arms of the Huns.

When the Huns saw Yan Ming crashing over, they were still screaming in their mouths, and their eyes were like fire. A hand grabbed Yan Ming's throat.

With a pop, both of them fell to the ground.