Although the changes on the battlefield are changing rapidly, for these rebellious Qiang troops, what is happening in front of them is too exciting.

This sudden and great change, many people have not yet turned their minds, and they heard a young captain who is a close confidant of Amara waving a spear and shouting: "Avenge Amara and kill all these Han dogs-"

Although under Wei Ye's unscientific deterrence of force, this little Wu Chang had no choice but to work so hard. Amara was not only the leader of their Qiang army, but also the leader of their tribe. Amara is dead, and even if the Qiang soldiers used by Amara flee back to the tribe, they don't have to live.

Not to mention that their property will be plundered by the clan, and their wives and children will be reduced to slaves of others!

If you can avenge Amara, maybe you can save a little bit.

However, at this time, the starring actors of this Qiang chaotic script are no longer these arrogant and superstitious Qiang troops who believe in their own strength, but even the position of director and producer, these Qiang people who planned this bloody night also have a tendency to be unsafe-

Straddled on the back of the war horse captured from Amara, Wei Ye pointed his sword trick forward carelessly, and the Liujia arrow brought a flash of fire, and shot the little Wu Chang who was trying to use his mantis arm as a cart off the horse.

When their vaunted absolute force really hits the iron plate, the biological instinct of human beings to seek advantage and avoid harm will replace the unbeatable arrogance that has been cultivated.

The rest of the Qiang people looked at the immortal warlock with a wicked smile on their faces, and they could only let out bursts of screams, and even those ownerless war horses refused to care, so they turned around and squeezed into the street that could only accommodate two ox carts in parallel, crowding one by one to escape from this battlefield!

For these opponents who had already fallen into fear, Wei Ye didn't bother to dirty his hands, he just waved the order flag: "All the troops, listen to the orders of the official and kill Hu!"

Witnessing the divine power of their own commander on the battlefield, these young people of the Righteous Society all shouted and chased after them.

For these young people who have just entered the battlefield, the greatest value of this battle is nothing more than to let them see blood. It's just that let them, the local warriors from Liangzhou, understand that these Qianghu, who have plagued Liangzhou for more than a hundred years, are not as terrible as those adults and gentlemen think!

Looking at the backs of these young men waving steel guns on their horses and chasing the dead, Wei Ye smiled with satisfaction, then turned his horse's head, and raised his hand to Tie Shan, who was serving by his side with a cautious face: "Brother Tie, please take off the head of the rebel general and hang it on the pole head, this is the precursor of this official to quell the chaos!"

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In the Great Mosque, the old man Ibn stood in front of the altar of fire, pressing his heart with one hand, but holding on to the branch of the pomegranate tree for sacrifice with the other.

The Zoroastrian priest of his status has already had some subtle feelings in some things.

This pain, as if the atrium was torn apart, was a clear reminder to him that the soul of Amara, the most promising of his children and nephews, had gone to the underworld and was returning to the bosom of Ahuramazda step by step.

Liu Chuang was sitting on the edge of the fire altar, although he was still tied up by the five flowers, but now he had seen his ending, but he was much more relaxed and comfortable than other captured Han officials. At this moment, he could still gaze at the old man Ibn's pained expression with a hint of schadenfreude.

But the old man stood still for a moment, his face flushed and white, and then his complexion returned to its normal complexion.

The raven that the fire demon had turned into also flew into the Great Chapel through the skylight at this moment, landed on the edge of the fire altar, looked at the old man Iben, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The old man didn't care about the raven's eyes, he just nodded, and squeezed out a voice from his throat: "You're right, after all, the old man is still the enemy!"

He lowered the hand that was clutching his chest and walked slowly to a parishioner who was responsible for protecting him in the great mosque. This sectarian had a silk deer sword pinned to his waist, which was captured from Liu Chuang.

As soon as the old man reached out his hand, he pulled the sword out of its sheath, and just held the sword and walked in front of Liu Chuang step by step.

And Liu Chuang also raised his head, staring nonchalantly at the old man Ibn who was walking towards him step by step.

The Han officials around looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, and they were almost stupid. More people looked at the bright Lu Lu Jian and felt chills all over their bodies.

They couldn't help but secretly sue in their hearts: "Even if you want to kill someone, just kill him Liu Mingting, we didn't offend you Zoroastrian to death!"

The old man Ibn walked closer, raised the Lulu sword and swung it down, and immediately cut the hemp rope on Liu Chuang's body.

Liu Chuang was also not polite, and gently moved his hands and feet, which were tied up a little numb, and then stood up and stretched out a hand towards the old man Iben.

The old man had already surrounded several parishioners, watching Liu Chuang's movements with a wary expression. But the old man Iben, who was protected by them, waved his hand indifferently, held the Lulu Sword in his hand with both hands, and handed it to Liu Chuang: "Liu Mingting, this is as you wish!"

Liu Chuang didn't answer, held the Lulu sword in his hand, and walked towards the Han officials who were tied like gourds.

Even if these Han officials are dull and mediocre on weekdays, looking at Liu Chuang's extremely hideous face under the light of the Zoroastrian flame in the fire altar, this life-and-death moment has also come to understand.

At that moment, the most senior county court Gong Cao shouted with a crying voice: "Liu Mingting! Liu Mingting! We are all criminal ministers who fail to defend the land! It is we who are blind on weekdays and do not see the intentions of these Qiang people! We are incompetent, and we deserve to die! But we criminals are really not worthy of Liu Mingting to defile the sword in his hand!"

The cry of this county court gong cao was terrible and out of tune, but Liu Chuang didn't care how he shouted for mercy, and stabbed him in the chest with a sword!

Blood foam seeped out from between the blades of the sword, and the half-old Gong Cao was still with his mouth open and his tongue moving slightly, but he couldn't say a word, so he rolled his eyes and fell softly.

Liu Chuang stepped on the dead man's chest, pulled out the Lu Lu sword, and walked towards his second target without looking at the corpse under his feet.

But in an instant, he killed three people with stabs, and the rest of the Han officials were so frightened that they screamed and crawled all over the ground like taro worms, so that they could try to stay away from the red-eyed Liu Chuang!

The old man turned his back to the altar of fire with a blank face, and threw pieces of tamarisk wood into the "sacred fire". And at his feet, the blood of those dead officials was bubbling up under the fire altar, and like a living thing, it climbed around the fire altar and poured in towards the "holy fire".