"Where is Mansour?"

Yang Feng shouted while sitting upright in his chariot.

The two soldiers immediately dragged His Majesty Kalifa to him. Mansour opened his eyes with difficulty, but could not move. Although he was not directly killed, there were probably not many bones on his body. In fact, he was paralyzed and could only express the hatred in his heart with his eyes.

"Come on your Majesty!"

Yang Feng said.

The two soldiers were confused.

"Jingshuai, he can't stand up."

One of them said carefully.

"Tie him here!"

Yang Feng patted the flagpole erected beside him and said.

The two soldiers immediately dragged Mansour onto the carriage and tied it to the flagpole. Yang Feng's throne was in the middle of the carriage. The mace was tied to the left, and the flagpole with Mansour tied to the back of the right. The dragon hugged the sun and moon flag on the top of his head was fleeing in the wind. This was very unique. Mansour's hair was pulled back on the flagpole and was just looking up, looking ahead with a sad and angry face. The surging torrent of cavalry in front of him were raging among the great cannibals who were fleeing. Most of these fleeing princes and nobles were princes and nobles. The howling Khurasan soldiers kept knocking them over and trampling them under the horse's hooves, constantly piercing them with spears, cutting off their heads with scimitars, and even simply squeezed them into the surging river water. The noble women were directly caught and tied to the captured war horses or camels with ropes.

This is also considered the change in Heyin in the Dashi version.

"The heaven has trampled all the bones of the ministers and the inner treasury is burned into beautiful ashes. I like this tune. Come and send the respected Majesty Kalifa back to the palace!"

Yang Feng said proudly.

Immediately afterwards, the driver activated the four horses pulling the cart in front. The special chariot immediately started to accelerate. Four hundred cavalrymen on both sides of the chariot followed closely and rushed straight to the killing battlefield ahead. At the same time, Yang Xianzhong led five thousand cavalrymen to arrive. These cavalrymen with one man and two horses were the first to cross the river on wooden bridges. After crossing the river, they ran at full speed and rushed around Kufa City like Yang Feng to reinforce. Their arrival completely announced the arrival of the doomsday of the fleeing cannibals. Five thousand cavalrymen joined the bloodbath without hesitation.

Of course, Yang Feng didn't care.

His chariot, surrounded by cavalry, walked across the battlefield and headed straight for Kufa City.

Soon a large number of defeated Dashi Army appeared in front of them. These Dashi Army soldiers looked at Yang Feng's chariot and Mansour beside him, and dodged the team with grief and anger. Even if they were ten times or ten times the Tang army, they had no courage to rescue their monarch. The demon lying on the throne made them only fear. Just when Yang Feng arrived at the city of Kufa, more Dashi soldiers and fleeing princes and nobles rushed out of the city desperately. Behind them, you could already see the dust of thousands of troops rolling up in the sky. Yang Feng proudly rode his chariot and rushed straight to the city gate. The Dashi soldiers and fleeing princes and ministers also looked at him with grief and anger, and then hurriedly dodged to the side.

He rushed into the capital of Dashi like this.

The city was also in chaos, with the defeated soldiers fleeing princes and nobles, and the poor people who took advantage of the situation to rob the imperial capital.

Yang Feng continued to move forward like a god.

All the cannibals in chaos along the way were so scared that they hid aside quickly and gave him a smooth road.

Soon he arrived at the palace in Mansur, and at this time, the first group of Khorasan cavalry who arrived rushed into this city without defenders. They began to sweep the entire city with the sound of horse hooves of death. When Yang Feng got off his chariot and stepped into the palace with the fearful eyes of the eunuchs and women in the palace, all the gates of Kufa were also opened, and hundreds of thousands of troops continued to pour into the city. All Khorasan, Sogdian, Tuqishi, and Persian soldiers began their carnival, and the wail of the cannibals resounded throughout the sky.

And just as they began to slaughter the city, the gate of the palace was closed immediately.

Marshal Yang is going to rest.

He no longer cared about the outside world. Unless it was bad news, don’t disturb him. Leave everything to Yang Xianzhong and Abu Musilin.

Then the screams of women in the palace rang out.

It is unknown how the commander rested in the palace. The accompanying cavalry did not even guard outside. The commander Yang was resting inside, so no one dared to disturb him. These cavalrymen also joined the carnival. In fact, there was no management in Kufa City at this time. The rushing army of more than 100,000 people completely dispersed what they like to do. Even some people who saw that there were too many people in the city turned around and rushed to another larger city in the north. They even dug up several famous tombs there. The Tuqishi and other armies in the south, who had gained a lot of harvest because of the bloodshed of the fugitives, continued to occupy a city in the south.

After all, there is no way to just rob the army of more than 100,000 people in Kufa City. Unfortunately, this area has been a political center of the Great Food that has been in the area for nearly a hundred years. The achievements of the construction of countless Great Food people from generation to generation have been completely turned into ruins.

Moreover, this area is full of wealthy families with big food.

Their killing led to a complete reshuffle of the political structure of the Dashi. Although there are still people in the Hashem family outside, it is impossible to effectively control the country. The reshuffle of the political structure will definitely bring about civil war and division, which is almost no suspense. It is conceivable that the Dashi will be divided in the future.

This is Yang Feng’s primary goal of this trip.

This carnival of killing and looting feast lasted for three full days, and three days later, as the palace gate opened...

"Uh, isn't it over yet?"

Yang Feng stood in front of the palace gate in shock and said.

The capital of the Great Food in front of him was beyond recognition. The dead bodies and blood everywhere were emitting a rotten smell. The original prosperity had completely become a ghost realm. Two Khorasan soldiers were riding horses by, and behind them was a half-dead Great Food man, and the silk clothes on their bodies represented the identity of a nobleman who was once high.

"Journey handsome!"

The two Tang soldiers guarding in front of the gate immediately stepped forward to salute.

"There are too many dead bodies in the city. Gong Yang is afraid of plague, so the army is stationed outside the city. There is nothing left in the city. It's just that some idle and boring soldiers come in to search for the hidden big cannibals."

A soldier said.

"Go and find some iron shields!"

Yang Feng said without comment.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go on your way!"

Then he turned to the opposite palace gate and said.

Dozens of eunuchs walked out of the inside with a large wooden cross, followed by a large number of female slaves in the palace in long skirts, just like they were serving Mansour on a patrol, surrounded the cross that was supposed to be the throne, and walked towards the city gate along the streets full of dead bodies. The soldiers who were happily playing games immediately gave up their prey when they saw it, and then rode on horseback like soldiers guarding the two sides.

Mansour on the cross obviously recovered his spirit. He was tied to the cross and kept making various curses and wailings like wolves, and even memories of the past...

Well, he is not very sane.

Soon, the Emperor of Great Food was carried to the gate of his capital. Outside there were endless tents, endless horses and camels. The invaders who had just looted the city were running out of the tents. Many people were wearing their clothes while walking, looking at the scene on the city gate with confusion. At the same time, a carriage reached the steps inside the city gate. Several Tang soldiers ran up to the city wall with small iron shields and piled up at Yang Feng's feet. Yang Dashuai picked up two small iron shields and looked at Mansour.

"Your Majesty, I'll make you a good thing!"

He said with a smile.

After saying that, he paired the upper and lower edges of the two small iron shields together, then stretched out his hand to slowly apply it. With the increasingly skillful use of soul energy, the two small iron shields were like the most advanced welding, and welded them together as his palms passed.

"demon!"

Mansour said something difficult.

It was obvious that he had acted crazy and stupid before.

"Uh, I like being your demon!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

In this way, he gradually connected the shields into a tube shape, while the soldiers and the eunuchs on the side worked hard to dig a deep pit on the rammed earth in the city wall. Yang Feng's new iron barrel was put in, filled the soil and buried it. On the part exposed on the ground, Yang Feng continued to connect shields. In this way, in the eyes of more than 100,000 gazes outside the city, a huge chimney with a diameter of nearly meter continued to increase its height until two and a half meters high.

"Please go on the way!"

Yang Feng, who had finished his work, said to Mansour.

The soldiers rushed forward with laughter, quickly untied Mansour, and under Yang Feng's command, he used an iron chain to rush out to tie him to this terrifying chimney...

Well, this is a gun.

Speaking of car splitting, Yang Feng and others have played many times, which are not fun for him, but this famous cannon has not been played yet. Since Mansour has a different identity, he has to give him a way of death that matches his identity. He has used the Mongolian move, so he will definitely not be able to use it anymore.

After tied up Mansour, a consecrated slave had already brought firewood under the supervision of the soldiers.

At this time, Mansour already understood what Yang Feng was going to do. He struggled in horror on the big iron pillar, and even begged Yang Feng regardless of hatred. Unfortunately, the soldiers outside also understood at this time. The tsunami-like scream made Yang Feng apologize to him with a little regret. At this time, a female slave picked up the firewood poured with crude oil, and a female slave next to her lit it with a torch, looking as solemn as the handover of the sacred flame.

The female slave who took the firewood looked at Mansour with hatred, and before Yang Feng could order, she stuffed it into the gap under the pillar without hesitation due to the irregular shape of the shield.

All the female slaves cheered and rushed forward, picking up the firewood one after another.

"As a man, you really failed and you are ashamed of your name!"

Yang Feng said speechlessly at Mansour.
Chapter completed!