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

His logic is simple.

Since Pabala is dead, wouldn't everything be fine as long as Yan Changqing is killed?

He swallowed with difficulty, and the hand holding the hidden arrow trembled slightly.

There is no other reason, it’s just that Yan Changqing is too scary now.

After the battle with Pabala, although he was not covered in blood, his murderous intent reached its peak.

In addition, the internal energy containing the aconite poison was circulated, which covered his handsome face with a layer of black and blue. He was as cold as the angry Vajra enshrined in the temple, releasing a chilling pressure.

Not to mention, there was Pabala's head with his eyes open tied to his waist.

Can I really kill such a god of death?

The man began to doubt, but then he supported his trembling right hand with his left hand to steady the direction of the sleeve arrow.

Yan Changqing, he must die!

Otherwise, Juyan City would really become the territory of Dajing.

And these people will only be a surcharge to Yan Changqing's glorious military achievements.

It's not that he has much patriotism towards Tubo, but he knows that under Dajing's rule, they will no longer be able to do whatever they want as before.

However, just as he aimed, he was stared at by a sharp gaze.

Yan Changqing's gaze was like a sword that had been tempered in a cold pond for thousands of years, making him feel cold from head to toe and completely frozen.

It was discovered!

He opened his mouth hesitantly, about to say something to defend himself, but he saw Yan Changqing raise his hand and a cold light rushed towards him.

Everyone exclaimed and scattered around, making way for an open space.

He fell to the ground with a thud, a shining sword stuck in his right shoulder, the hilt of the sword still trembling slightly.

The force was so great that it nailed him to the ground.

The sleeve arrow rolled to his hand.

Yan Changqing dismounted from his horse and walked towards him step by step.

Only his right shoulder was pierced, and his injury was far from fatal.

But he clearly felt the approach of death.

Getting closer.

The man let out a frightened "ho ho" sound from his throat, and stretched out his left hand in vain to scratch at the sky, trying to ask for help from the people around him.

However, even if these people really had some ideas, they were frightened by this sudden change. Seeing Yan Changqing approaching, they tacitly dispersed to both sides to make way for him.

Yan Changqing walked up to him, looked down at him, and kicked the sleeve arrow away with his toes.

The sleeve arrow rolled on the ground for more than ten feet, and wherever it passed, everyone tried to avoid it.

It was as if this was not a hidden arrow, but some kind of poison that would kill anyone who touched it.

Then Yan Changqing's personal guard leaned over, picked up the sleeve quiver and handed it to Yan Changqing.

Yan Changqing took it, raised the sleeve arrow high, turned half a circle to the left and right, and signaled to everyone.

"If you don't want to submit to Da Jing, I advise you to stand up immediately. Don't use these little tricks. They won't work on me."

After understanding the translation, everyone fell silent.

Who wants to stand up at a time like this?

Stand up and die?

They secretly groaned in their hearts and couldn't help blaming the man who tried to assassinate Yan Changqing.

Who could have imagined that the Tibetan nobles who rode arrogantly on the heads of slaves and Han people would one day be in danger of losing their lives?

It can be considered as retribution in this life.

No one dares to speak.

When it comes to dealing with enemies, Yan Changqing never knows what it means to be merciful.

He slowly pulled out the long sword that pierced the enemy's right shoulder, and a few flashes of sword light flashed, cutting his tendons in his feet and hands.

With all four of his limbs crippled, the man lay on the ground, his body convulsed, wailing in pain.

Every time he shouted, the hearts of the people around him trembled, and they looked at Yan Changqing with even more fear.

Yan Changqing originally did it for them to see.

"I heard that lighting sky lanterns is very popular here?"

Yan Changqing held up the bloody sword and slowly asked the person who was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

"Light the sky lantern."

As soon as these three words came out, everyone trembled.

When they used slaves to light sky lanterns for fun, they never thought that this cruel punishment would one day be used on themselves.

The person lying on the ground was completely speechless.

"Please, I didn't mean to offend the general, just give me a break!"

He was so frightened that he burst into tears and begged desperately.

However, Yan Changqing didn't just say it to scare him.

He understood the principle of killing the chicken to scare the monkey when he was nineteen years old.

"Tell them that I will seek military merit for those who carry out the punishment of burning sky lanterns on my behalf." Yan Changqing continued to add fuel to the fire, "When the court officially confer the title, the rank will be promoted one level."

Since they have to surrender, they have to plan for the future.

Throw out some sweet treats and let them compete among themselves first.

The person who wins in the end not only bears the hatred of others, but also the family of the person he personally burned to death.

You can't use common sense to deal with the Tibetans.

They only obey the strong.

They will listen to whoever has the bigger fist.

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of these Tibetan nobles began to be full of vigilance when they looked at each other.

The originally united front completely fell apart due to conflicts of interest.

They are all surrendered generals, but the promise of "promotion by one level" doesn't it mean that he can immediately suppress others?

Such a temptation, even if you know there is poison behind it, you will still swallow it with pleasure.

Just as they were competing fiercely for the executioner, team after team of Yan Changqing's personal guards entered from outside the mansion.

They were originally waiting outside the City Lord's Mansion, but now that Yan Changqing changed his plan, they appeared openly and clearly to strengthen their control over the City Lord's Mansion.

Seeing these guards, the Tibetan nobles finally felt relieved.

Since life and death are in the hands of the other party, it is better to concentrate on grabbing the position of executioner. If you get it, it will be of great benefit to you in the future.

Yan Changqing issued a series of orders: conduct a carpet search of the City Lord's Mansion, find out all the hiding people, and keep them under centralized custody; kill the Tibetan soldiers loyal to Pabala.

Finally, those who survived were asked to clean up the bodies.

He himself took his personal guards to take over the defense of Juyan City and sent a signal to the troops stationed outside the city to enter the city.

After finishing all this, it was already dusk.

The setting sun is as red as blood, and the afterglow of the sunset is intertwined with the sky, dyeing half of the sky red. The color is so strong that it is almost weird.

Under such sunlight, the fresh corpses that were continuously carried out of the City Lord's Mansion cast a shadow of fear over the entire city.

Ordinary people didn’t know what was going on. Every household had their doors closed and no one was walking on the streets.

Yan Changqing didn't plan to explain for the time being.

At this time, there is a vacuum zone for power to take over.

This was the best situation until the troops outside the city could move in.

The first army of 500 people appeared in the field of vision. Seeing that the situation was settled, Yan Changqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a risky move, and he won the gamble.

However, there has been no news of the lady who escaped from the tunnel.

Where is she?

A heart that misses you can no longer hold back.