The Han slaves had so many skilled craftsmen that they were even better at making than they were, even more industrious, more industrious than they were, and above all, there was no sign that the work was as dangerous as working for the savage lords of Europe, who took pleasure in murder. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lord, forgive me for my greed." That day Song knelt on the ground with the most loyal gesture, reflecting on his greed, his sin, and just yesterday, he was about to deprive him of the purity of a beautiful Han daughter who broke his heart.

He felt guilty: "May the Lord Almighty punish me with punishment." ”

His apprentice Halbara trembled his hands and held a book of exquisite rice paper, on which there were works by Su Dongpo, the most famous writer of the Han people, he learned Chinese since he was a child, looked at Su Dongpo's handwriting, ignored the authenticity of the handwriting, and burst into tears, this is a country that teaches people to blush, the reckless and barbaric steppe people want to compare, just like babbling babies, known as the greatest city in Europe, compared with the city of Rome and the Han people, it is simply humiliating to himself.

"It would be nice if I were Han." Halbara looked at the tall cannon not far away and began to pray.

But everything about them is destined to be broken tonight, because they meet a man who has never appeared in this world, but has appeared, and their head is the price of his appearance.

They were awakened from their pleasant dreams by a sudden noise, and two Han Chinese with caracal faces had already appeared in front of them.

"Lord, bless you." Before Narisong and Harbara had even started praying, the big knives in the hands of Li Xiang and Zhou Meng had already cut off their heads.

From the discovery of two Muslims to the cutting off of their heads, the process went so smoothly that Zhou Meng couldn't believe that there was such a thing as a lucky god in this world, and that he was really a child of God who was specially cared for by God.

In fact, Zhou Meng didn't know that this was the result of Li Xiang's quiet release of the wasp drone, using the wasp drone, Li Xiang successfully found these two Arabs who could make giant cannons, after all, the trebuchet that can drop 150 catties of cannonballs is still a great threat to Jiang'an City, although Jiang'an City also has more than 200 tiger squat cannons, but the Mongol cannons are not bad, which will cause a lot of casualties to the Song army, and solving the Arabs is equivalent to saving how many Song people?

Time did not allow them to hesitate, and in addition to the two of them, there were also many Han people in the room. It's just that they have shackles on their hands and feet, and you can't see any look or reaction on their faces, as if they were piled up there like a pile of puppets.

"What to do? What to do? These should all be craftsmen of the Han people, and they are all elites of the Han people. Li Xiang hesitated and entangled, there were too many things to lose in this great country in the future, so that the Han people wanted to find the glory of the past from the country that liked to hybridize, and Zhou Meng had already stepped forward with a knife.

"Brother Zhou, please stop." Li Xiang looked at these Han craftsmen who were huddled in the corner of the room like puppets, and couldn't bear to shout, he was not an executioner after all, his heart was full of sorrow and kindness.

Zhou Meng glanced at Li Xiang, but did not stop, and came to these Han craftsmen in a blink of an eye. Only then did the craftsmen panic, and the cries of panic, begging for mercy, and screams were mixed together.

Li Xiang couldn't help but close his eyes, the elite of the Han people was killed in the last years of the Southern Song Dynasty, which was full of killings, and since then, the backbone of the Han people has also been broken, and they have not been able to pick up after a long time.

It's been a long time, and it seems like a momentary thing. A cramped breathing sounded in his ears: "These are the slaves of the Mongols, and they are no longer Han Chinese." ”

"If you keep them, soon the cannons they make will be aimed at the Han Chinese."

Li Xiang didn't think about it anymore, if he didn't kill and kill, could he still connect their heads? Kindness and sorrow turn into the power of anger, and let the flowers of victory bloom in this land of slaughter.

At this time, it is not the time for disputes, putting aside the shadow in his heart, Li Xiang hurriedly walked out of the room, knowing that if you put a few more fires, maybe you can exchange a few lives for a few lives, this business that is sure to make money and lose no reason Li Xiang would give up.

"Be careful." As soon as he walked out of the door, Li Xiang was instantly knocked away by Zhou Meng's sturdy body, and a long arrow broke through the air, slashing through Li Xiang's position just now, and with a "bell", the sharp arrow hit the ground and hit a trace of sparks.

"Damn, the Mongols are also cheating?" Li Xiang also reacted at this time, and he didn't have time to blame himself for his hesitation, so he followed Zhou Meng's strength, and the two of them rolled over, and then borrowed their right hand to stand up.

At this time, Li Xiang took advantage of the firelight to find that a group of Mongolian soldiers not far away was running towards them fiercely, and the leader was holding a longbow, but it was the appearance of a Han Chinese.

The two glanced at each other, this lamb became the leader of the lion, I am afraid that this lamb is definitely different, either more ferocious than the lion or higher status than the lion, and much higher, maybe this person is his own opportunity.

But the two did not dare to run back, and if they handed over their backs to the Mongols at this time, they would undoubtedly tell the Mongols: Come, put arrows on your grandfather. Naturally, the Mongols' arrows pierced their backs without hesitation.

Li Xiang made a gesture, and Zhou Meng nodded. Suddenly, Li Xiang shouted, and the figures of the two retreated violently, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them retreated into the room without danger.

This is just a proposition of early death and late death, but if you can delay the speed of the Mongols, it is better to die late than to die early.

However, before Li Xiang could help consider whether the Mongols were setting fire or besieging them, the Mongols rushed directly to the room like this, which further confirmed the identity of the person living in the room, which also made Li Xiang feel a little more relaxed, after all, the task has been half completed, and now he has to wait for news from Zhu Wenwu, but before waiting for his news, the most important thing at present is to survive in front of the Mongols, and if he can survive.

There is not so much to care about, and now only with thermal weapons can these Mongols be eliminated.

Li Xiang used the grenades in the memory of the super 3D printer, which was a real grenade, and quietly projected it into the team of Mongolian soldiers, only a few loud noises were heard, and then the flames soared into the sky, and there were countless screams, those Mongolians were immediately chaotic, they were so frightened that they cried wolf howls one by one, scattered and fled, just these few grenades, and destroyed nearly half of the Mongolian Tartars.

Zhou Meng was still preparing to fight to the death, but he didn't expect the sky to descend from the sky and beat those Mongolian soldiers, so he was happy in his heart, and laughed and said: "God help me, Lord Li, let's go!" ”

Li Xiang also smiled: "Okay, while the Mongols are in chaos, let's hurry up!" "Actually, Li Xiang was saying in his heart, it's not God who helps us, but the grenade I put it, but unfortunately I can't tell you. (To be continued.) )