After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

The head's eyes were wide open, filled with reluctance and disbelief.

The next moment, it slammed heavily to the ground.

At the same time, the corpse on the horse lost its owner and fell down.

"grown ups!"

"Lord City Lord!"

The remaining dozen or so elite soldiers from the City Lord's Mansion swarmed forward and cried out in surprise.

"kill him!"

One of the small leaders raised his red eyes and stared at Yan Changqing.

"Revenge for the Lord!"

Two or three people raised their weapons and followed him towards Yan Changqing.

But more people rode their horses and slowly retreated.

Just a few people were killed off their horses by his personal guards without Yan Changqing even having to take any action.

Those who can follow Yan Changqing into such a dangerous place as the City Lord’s Mansion are the elite among the elite.

After a fierce battle where the few were against the many, everyone was injured, but no one was so seriously injured that he was unable to fight.

On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes.

The more you fear death, the faster you die.

Their way of survival is to fight with life and death, relying on long-term training to acquire precise muscle memory to avoid fatal injuries.

Looking at the retreating enemies in front of him, Yan Changqing leaned over, picked up Pabala's head, threw away his helmet, and tied it around his waist with his long hair.

He rushed towards the remaining soldiers with murderous intent.

As soon as Pabala died, the morale of the Tibetans immediately collapsed.

"The city lord is dead!" The news spread like wildfire.

These soldiers all knew what a cruel master they were following.

Following Pabala, they took advantage of their power to bully and exploit the common people, making countless enemies.

When Pabala was there, he could protect them.

Nowadays, that’s not necessarily the case.

The army's morale was so low that they were defeated by just a few men led by Yan Changqing.

These people just want to escape during the chaos.

Before escaping, they rushed towards the gold and silver items in the mansion that they had long coveted. They stuffed any valuable items into their arms and ran away.

They had to escape from Juyan City before anyone could react.

The grassland is so big, and with their military power, they can just find a tribe to hide in. When the storm is over, they can exchange their things for money, which will be enough for them to eat and drink as much as they want in the next life.

It's not just one person who thinks so.

Soon, all the access control measures at the City Lord's Mansion became useless.

The survivors hiding in various places in the City Lord's Mansion listened to the noise outside and became suspicious.

Could it be that Pabala has come up with some new trick to tease them?

Under the shadow of death, no one dared to come out to investigate the situation.

The city lord's mansion, where blood flowed like a river, seemed like an empty city.

This situation was also far beyond Yan Changqing's expectations.

According to his original plan, Qin Yaoguang and the others would hide after escaping from the tunnel, and after dark, they would send out signal flares and he would rush to reunite with them.

At that time, we can escape back to Yumen Pass together.

After all, this place is under the control of Tubo and is not safe. The elite troops he brought are all outside the city to support him.

Yan Changqing weighed it over and immediately changed his mind.

Pabala died, a large number of Tibetan nobles died, and Tibetan soldiers fled. Is it time for Juyan City to change its owner?

Such a good opportunity cannot be wasted.

The army is in danger.

So, the Tibetan nobles hiding in various corners of the city lord's mansion heard a loud voice, shouting the same thing in Chinese and Tibetan, taking turns.

"In compliance with the order of His Majesty, Yan Changqing, the Prince of Anle, Dajing, has come to recapture Juyan City! Pabala is dead. You are given a quarter of an hour to surrender. You will be regarded as the people of Dajing, and your wealth, status, and women will be retained!"

"I'm sure you all know that our general is strict in disciplining his troops and will not violate anyone!"

"Surrender immediately and I will forgive you for what happened!"

Pabala's invitation to guests is not just a statement on paper.

The wedding he held was of the highest level for Tibetan nobles and lasted for three days.

There were two to three hundred people who received the invitations to enter the mansion alone, plus the slave guards who served them, as well as various opera troupes. On that day, there were as many as six to seven hundred outsiders in the City Lord's Mansion.

These people were killed by Pabala until only dozens of them were left.

Isn't that such a tragic word?

The most deaths occurred at the beginning when no one realized what was happening.

The remaining people were hiding in small groups. After hearing the shouting, in addition to being shocked, they were more worried and afraid of the future.

Where to go?

This can affect their life choices, what should they do?

They need time to think.

But Yan Changqing won't give them time.

"The general said so! In a quarter of an hour, we will set fire to the mansion. When that happens, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

"Do you want to continue enjoying your life or go underground with Pabala? It's up to you!"

"The general also said that we will never force you to do anything, it's all voluntary!"

A quarter of an hour?

Volunteer?

Who among those who have survived to this day has not tried his best?

No one wants to be burned.

They were not ordinary people, and of course they had all heard of the deeds of the only king of a different surname in Dajing.

They have always regarded Dajing as a strong rival.

Even the land beneath their feet once belonged to Dajing.

During the heyday of Tubo, it launched a war against Dajing, but apart from the successful attack on Qiugu by a small-scale team, Yumen Pass was like a nail, firmly nailed to the northwestern border of Dajing, making it difficult for Tubo to move forward.

Yan Changqing, as Dajing's most outstanding general, the hero who recovered Beirong, and the famous god of war in the army, it would be hard for them not to know him.

But one thing is gratifying, Yan Changqing does not have a reputation for cruelty.

The prerequisite is that you sincerely submit to him.

He was merciless towards traitors and those who went back on their word.

The person shouting shouted it several times around the mansion and then began the countdown.

Fear immediately lingered in their hearts.

Finally, one person couldn't help but ask from his hiding place: "What can you guarantee my life?"

Someone translated it to Yan Changqing, who smiled and said, "Tell him that if he doesn't believe me, he can stay out and see if I can set the fire."

When dealing with the Tibetans, who are known for their law of the jungle, intimidation is more effective than gentle persuasion.

Sure enough, when the countdown was halfway through, many survivors of the bloody massacre came out from all corners of the mansion.

Gathering them all together, Yan Changqing took a quick look and found that there were more people than expected, about forty or fifty.

It seemed that the rough and crazy sweep of Pabala just now came to an abrupt end because of me, which in turn saved these people's lives.

They were all frightened by Pabala's madness and walked out trembling with fear.

However, when they gathered together and saw that there were only a few people following Yan Changqing, they immediately had other thoughts.

Human desires are always endless.

When facing death, I think that as long as I can survive, it doesn't matter what the cost.

Once you survive, new greed will arise.

Just like this moment.

Standing in the crowd on the far right of the team was a man with a scimitar on his waist.

He raised his eyes to look at Yan Changqing, quietly took out a hidden arrow from his arms, and aimed it at Yan Changqing under the cover of the crowd.