Ittihad was running away desperately. There was a loud clang, and when he was about to run out of breath, he finally took off the eight-petal helmet on his head.
This fine steel helmet, which Etihad liked very much, was thrown away by him like spit.
Crash! The skirt armor, arm guards, etc. were also thrown to the floor, but it was not taken off by Ittihad himself, but by his bodyguards.
After the armor was taken off, Ittihad finally looked less conspicuous, and his whole body felt much more relaxed, so his mind became more flexible.
He knew that he had a big problem this time, and the destruction of Shule City was already certain, but there was not a chance at all.
Ittihad half-closed his eyes and ran wildly with the support of his guards. He began to think in his mind. There were fires in the east and north of the city just now. The pagans in the west of the city must have been incited by someone.
They also opened the east city gate located on the moat, but fortunately they could only open the east city gate. The passage there was narrow, and the Khotan army was due north, so not many people would be able to get in for a while.
So Ittihad still had a chance. As long as he ran back to the Governor's Mansion, he could run through the secret passage behind the Governor's Mansion to the edge of the Royal City. The Royal City of Shule was the original residence of the Taohuashi people's governor of Shule Town.
Although it is said to be a mansion, it is actually a fortified city within a city. After Saktu Bragg Khan regarded Shule as his de facto capital, he fortified it and stored enough food in it, so it might be possible to hold on to it.
Screams continued to sound, and the crowd behind him began to boil like boiling water. Ittihad saw countless Askar and God Warriors who had stripped down to their underwear and were running away frantically, much faster than he, the governor.
Much more.
Suddenly, a huge force came, and Ittihad, who was running out of breath, was pushed to the corner of the street by a thick warrior. It turned out that someone thought he was running slowly and blocked him in the middle of the road.
road.
If anyone dared to offend him, the governor of Shule, Great Ilik, in this way on ordinary days, Ittihad would not mind letting him rot in prison slowly.
But this time, he very wisely did not make any unnecessary moves, not even a scolding, but got up and ran away.
However, he still couldn't understand that the people in golden armor on the opposite side only brought a few dozen people, but there were thousands of people on his side. How could these thousands of people be dispersed in a rush by dozens of people?
‘嘘嘘嘘!’ came the crisp sound of horse hoofbeats. Who would dare to ride a horse while escaping? Could it be that some brave warrior with conscience discovered it and came to draw firepower and provide cover for him, the governor?
But as soon as he raised his head, Ittihad knew that he had thought too much. On the horse was a Khotan general wearing a phoenix-winged helmet. It was the man in golden armor that Ittihad could not forget.
The man in golden armor ran in front of them on horseback, and then dismounted directly at the end of the street. He didn't have any weapons in his hands. He just stood there and had a powerful force. There were at least hundreds of fleeing people on this path, but they all hesitated.
Those who dare not go there.
"Where is Ittihad? If someone wants his life, tell them who Ittihad is, and the rest can leave!"
As Zhang Zhao spoke, he took off a well-made eight-petal helmet and a piece of skirt armor from his horse, and then threw them to the ground with a bang.
"A certain person is Duke Fengtian of the Jin Kingdom. The wall in the west of the city was collapsed by a certain person. A certain person means what he says. Of all the people here, I will only kill Ittihad. The rest will survive, but don't try to deceive them!
"
Zhang Zhao was covered in blood, even on his face. Just now, he used only a few dozen people to directly break up the last psychological defense line of the God Warriors, but Ittihad also lost trace at that time, but fortunately, he
Following Ittihad's golden armor on the ground, he chased after him.
It's just that the people here have almost all taken off their armor, and everyone is wearing only a few pieces of clothing. He really can't recognize who it is Ittihad.
"It seems that they don't want to say that I appreciate your dedication very much and are willing to risk your life for a so-called nobleman who is usually aloof and shouts at you!
Come on then, whether you can survive depends on whether you have the ability to escape from someone's sword!"
Zhang Zhao slowly pulled out the horizontal sword on his horse and put on the diamond mask. Although there were hundreds of people on the opposite side, Zhang Zhao was not afraid at all. They did not dare to come over!
The crowd seemed to have been immobilized, but no one dared to go up.
What a joke! Not to mention that they are now too timid and just want to escape for their lives. Even on weekdays, they would not dare to provoke the man in golden armor opposite.
In the silent confrontation, the shouts of killing in the distance became closer and closer. It seemed that part of the Khotan army also rushed in from the west gate.
Finally, the defeated people who did not dare to attack Zhang Zhao gradually gathered together. Instead of resisting, they vacated Ittihad and his three guards.
"Kill him!" Ittihad roared. Even if the people around him didn't betray him, he couldn't wait any longer.
Because the Khotan army was almost here, he had to run back to the governor's palace quickly, otherwise he would not be able to enter the royal city at all. If he could not enter the royal city, he would not be able to organize and hold on.
While roaring, Ittihad quickly picked up a broken knife that someone had thrown away from the ground. The three guards also pulled out daggers and other objects from their waists. The four of them howled and rushed towards Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao took a long breath. Although he had been fighting for more than two hours, he didn't seem to feel tired at all. The only thing he wanted to do was to chop Ittihad in front of him into pulp!
First, a knife was struck at a guard holding a hatchet. The blood-soaked horizontal knife slashed from top to bottom with a dark red light.
The hatchet guard screamed, and a huge blood groove was drawn from his right shoulder to his chest and abdomen, and a section of green intestines slipped out at once.
The second knife was pointed and stabbed. Zhang Zhao did not pause for a moment, and his speed reached the extreme. "Pfft!" The guard holding the short knife was stabbed to the core.
Zhang Zhao finally had time to draw out the horizontal sword, but the third guard did not dare to come up at all. He was holding a short sword and wearing single clothes, shivering in the cold wind.
Around Zhang Zhao, hundreds of people were running away from him on their hands and knees. Even though so many people passed by Zhang Zhao, no one dared to give Zhang Zhao a blow, and no one even came close to him. Everyone was running for their lives.
"roll!"
Zhang Zhao tilted his head, and the third guard, as if he had been granted amnesty, dropped the dagger in his hand with a clang, and fled as fast as he could, without even looking at Ittihad.
Ittihad breathed heavily. He wanted to say a few harsh words to make himself look like a character, but it was as if someone had blocked his mouth with something. He opened his mouth twice and made some noise.
It hasn't been sent out either.
"Put down the knife, you can't beat me. Put down the knife, I won't kill you!"
Zhang Zhao's voice was a bit lazy, as if he was coaxing two family members with a bag of bread in his hand on a quiet afternoon warmed by the sun.
Ittihad gasped louder, and there was a look of despair in his light green eyes, because he did not see any kindness from Zhang Zhao, but was full of jest, just like he had dealt with other people who refused to change.
Just like the pagans who believe.
"Kill you Kafir!" Finally, the Great Ilik of the Kara Khanate, Governor of Shule, plucked up the courage to make a move befitting his status.
Zhang Zhao grinned. He inserted the horizontal knife into the soil, picked up the short-handled hammer on the ground, and then kicked Ittihad to the ground.
Then, he pulled up the thigh of the tough governor who wanted to die, and smashed his knees with a hammer.
"Want to be a hero? It's not that easy!" Zhang Zhao said while looking at Ittihad who was rolling and screaming on the ground.
"I think those believers in Shule City who have been persecuted by you will be happy to see a governor who is still alive!"
This chapter has been completed!