The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

When the iron gate was closed again, Isilan Glyy said arrogantly to the Sudanese soldiers: "You see, the current Crimean Khanate is just like this. He didn't do it for long. One day. , The almighty Sultan will know that I am more suitable to be the Khan of Crimea."

At this time, Isilan Glyy seemed to have forgotten. He once said that he wanted to get rid of the Ottoman Turk Empire's control of the Khanate and to be a real Khan.

The Sudanese soldiers would certainly not dissipate the interest of Isilan Glyy, even if they could not get anything from this down-and-out khan.

The Sudanese soldiers can praise and compliment vigorously. Among them, one of the Sudanese soldiers said to have been to the East said the most to Isilan Gley:

"Muhammad Glyy, that is the grasshopper after autumn, will not be able to jump for a few days."

"He is a rabbit whose tail can't grow."

"Also, he is a loach in a cesspit, and he can't make much waves."

"I think of another analogy: the lump on the rat's tail can't squeeze out much pus."

Everyone joked about Muhammad Gley.

Hearing these words, Isilan Glyy became more and more overjoyed. He made a wish to the Sudanese soldiers present, and promised that after he became a khan again, he would make everyone present be Mirza.

In the noise behind him, Divi Imir walked down the tower. He did not return to the banquet hall, but walked up the walls of Azov.

The walls were extremely dim, and the torches that had burnt out fuel tried their best to release the last bit of light and heat.

Divi Imir came to the fort at the corner of the city wall facing the tower, and there was no one on the fort—the Tatar soldiers on duty had already been pushed aside.

"Are you confirmed?"

At this time, a person walked from the other side of the city wall connecting the fort.

"Confirmed, Isilan Glyy is at the highest point of the tower." Divi Imir said.

"That's good." The man walked up to Divi Imir. He was Alan who had received Muhammad Gley's orders together with Divi Imirzan.

Alan took out a fire fold from her waist and lit it.

"Divi, how can I give you this opportunity to do meritorious service?" Alan handed Huo Zhezi to Divi Imir, and said so deliberately.

Divi Imir knows the mixed temperament of Khan's favored servant. He declined: "No, of course, Lord Alan should have done so much. I will do my own thing."

After speaking, Divi Imir turned around and left.

Seeing Divi Imir's back, Alan smiled. He put the fire folder in front of his mouth, and then blew it.

The fire on the fire fold is getting stronger.

"Goodbye, Isilan Gree. Good luck cannot be with you forever." Alan said into the air.

Then, he slammed down the hand holding Huozhezi.

Beside Alan, there was a cannon with a gun pointed at the tower. As the sparks fell into the fire door and ignited, a ball of flame was ejected from the muzzle. Accompanied by the flame is a deafening roar.

Then, Alan fired the other two artillery pieces on the turret one after another.

Three shells hit the tower exactly one after another. The brick-timbered tower was turned into ruins.

Alan blew out the Huozhe with satisfaction. He stepped off the fort and escaped into the darkness.

Below the city wall, the sudden sound of cannon shocked everyone inside and outside the Azov Fort. And everyone who was swigging in the hall also ran out.

And under the burning tower, Isilan Gley swayed open the door under the tower.

At this time, the prisoner, who was still laughing and laughing with the Sudanese soldiers, was bloodstained on his face.

His life is indeed hard. Three shells killed almost everyone in the tower, but Isilan Gley survived.

As soon as he opened the door, Isilan Glyy fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but he climbed three times and fell to the ground three times.

Suddenly, a voice rang in Isilan Gree's ear: "Khan, I will help you."

Then, one hand grabbed the arm of Isilan Gree, and then helped Isilan Gree up.

"Many, thank you." Isilan Gree was about to express his gratitude. Suddenly, the person who helped Isilan Gree shouted: "No, Isilan Gree wants to escape from prison!"

After shouting this sentence, the man ran away quickly, leaving Isilan Glyy stiffly in place.

The guards on the periphery of the tower are Divi Imir's people. They were also dizzy by the artillery fire at first. As the shelling ceased, the guards who were lucky enough not to be hit by the falling bricks from the tower looked up at the tower that had been bombed into ruins. At this time, they suddenly heard that Isilan Glyy was about to escape from prison. Those who accepted Divi Imir's "As long as Ishran Glyy stepped out of the prison, there will be no mercy." The guards commanded the guards one by one. His Tatar bow was aimed at Isilan Gree~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I did not escape from prison, I escaped. "Isilan Glyy shouted. Vaguely, he smelled conspiracy.

The guards hesitated. Because as Isilan Gree said, Isilan Gree is not an escape at this time. While Divi Imir is not here, they don't know for a while whether they should kill the defenseless Isilan Glyy according to the previous order.

Just as the guards hesitated and slowly lowered their Tatar bow facing Isilan Glyy, Divi Imir appeared. Mirza held a bow and arrow and shouted:

"What are you waiting for! Have you forgotten my order?"

This time they shot without hesitation.

Isilan Glyy was less than ten meters away from the guard, and the powerful tatar arrow penetrated Ishran Glyy's body and also took his life away.

In the darkness, Ishran Glyy could not feel any movement except hearing the sound of the tatar arrow penetrating his body.

At this moment, Alan came over.

Alan and Divi Imir walked forward to look at the breathless body of Isilan Glyy. Divi Imir said to Alan loudly, "Master Alan, everyone has seen it, Isilan Glyy. Yi wants to escape from prison, and my subordinates killed him when they had to. When the Khan asks, please report it according to the facts."

"Of course, of course. I will." Alan agreed.

Divi Imir looked at the body of Isilan Glyy again, and a trace of disgust suddenly appeared in his heart: There are so many tricks to kill...

But he knew that he couldn't afford to offend Alan, let alone disobey Muhammad Glyy Khan's will.

"Thank you Lord Alan." Divi Ymir thanked us.