There were twelve people in the tent, four sitting together drinking, five half lying and half lying down chatting, and three holding weapons standing at the exit of the dungeon passage.
Ji Jie rushed in, and before those guys could react, he cut off the head of a Huns with a sword, and then attacked another person. Rou Yue followed closely, swinging two scimitars in his hand.
The two men's main attack direction was the three standing men, because the others were looking for their own weapons in a panic and could not pose a threat to him for the time being.
In one attack, twelve Huns were killed or injured, mainly because they had no preparation for battle, otherwise they would not have been eliminated so quickly.
Rou Yue stabbed a guy who was crawling out to death, pulled out a machete and said: "There are twenty people outside, and there will probably be more guards inside. Be careful after entering!"
Ji Jie nodded and said: "Don't worry, no one is my opponent! You should also be careful outside and don't let anyone run out!"
The plan of the two of them was for one person to rush into the passage and fight with the guards, while the other person would stay outside and deal with the enemies who rushed out to ask for help, ensuring that nothing went wrong.
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The shaman conference started on time. Wuli Shanyu's face was filled with unconcealable joy. Surrounded by everyone, he came here and sat in a specially built viewing tent, surrounded by soldiers holding swords and guns.
He obtained the Shanyu throne through a mutiny, and what he feared most was that others would try to subvert his rule. Although the prominent figures in the Huns' old tribe were under control, no one could guarantee that this would not happen. The rebels.
On such an important occasion today, nothing should happen.
Wuli Shanyu had always been a little worried. He had this idea since he got up in the morning, and temporarily mobilized more people to protect himself. He thought that someone would be detrimental to him, but he did not expect that the action was not directed at him personally, but at The King of Nanyuan who was imprisoned by him.
The shamans all worked very hard. They danced strange dances and shouted strange words. The Huns who were watching looked at the stone pillars on the earth platform devoutly.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty!" a general whispered in Wuli Shanyu's ear: "More than two thousand people have been deployed inside and outside to guard, and the inspection of pedestrians on several roads entering the city is very strict these days. Even if a few thieves sneak in, they will never harm you!"
"That's good!" Wu Li Shanyu nodded and said: "After this conference, I will reward you based on your merits. You have all worked hard!"
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Ji Jie entered the tunnel very lightly. The passage was one person tall and only three feet wide, allowing only one person to pass. This was to prevent the prisoners inside from joining together to escape. As long as one soldier guarded the exit, no one could Don't even think about making it up alive.
The passage was dark and damp. After walking about ten feet, a bright light appeared in front of him, and Ji Jie slowed down again.
The light is a space of hundreds of square meters, supported by wooden pillars. There are more than thirty guards standing or sitting at the entrance. Inside are eight cells of the same area.
Only one of the eight cells was occupied, and it was the innermost one. An old Huns man and two underage children were lying on hay, looking decadent. The two children were obviously undernourished and had been for a long time. I haven't seen the sun, so my face is sallow.
The old man should be Kuo Lun's father, King Nanyuan, the leader of the Nanyuan clan. The scars on his face and tattered clothes bear traces of being whipped. It can be seen that King Nanyuan has never compromised with Uli Shanyu. Such People are indeed worth saving.
Looking at the thirty guards, the leader has a colorful feather on his head. At first glance, he looks a bit like a Rongdi man. He is tall and tall and is sitting on a chair drinking tea. There was a dark mace leaning against the back of the chair, which seemed to weigh dozens of kilograms.
The rest should be his men, and they use a variety of weapons, including scimitars, short spears, and hammers. There are also people with two sickles-like things stuck on their backs.
Preliminary calculations show that the guards are seven to eight feet away from the innermost cell, which is just beyond the effective killing range of thunderbolt bullets. Although there is still a certain degree of danger, even if Prince Nanyuan and his son are hit by shrapnel, they will only suffer a little. The child had minor injuries that were nothing to worry about.
Okay, let me first let you taste the power of thunderball.
Ji Jie took out two thunderbolts, pulled them to find the fire, delayed them for three seconds, and then threw them.
"Gululu..."
Two dark round objects rolled to the feet of the guards. Several people looked down at them inadvertently, and some even wanted to bend down to pick them up.
"careful……"
"Bang...bang..."
Before the guy in the lead could say "be careful", the thunderbolt bomb exploded, and a puff of white smoke immediately emerged, carrying the unique pungent smell of gunpowder.
Screams rang out immediately, seven people were killed on the spot, and nearly ten people were hit by shrapnel in their bodies, with injuries ranging from minor to severe. Several people who were hit in vital parts kept moaning and screaming.
Ji Jie rushed out. The only ones who were not injured were the few guys who were severely shaken and their ears were buzzing.
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Ji Jie's long sword passed by and several Huns fell to the ground.
The leader was named Yilim, one of the generals under Uli Chanyu. In order to ensure that King Nanyuan was safe in his own hands, he was specially sent to guard it. This man was very brave and well-known among the Xiongnu.
When the thunderbolt bomb exploded, Yilim's left arm was cut open by the shrapnel, but no muscle or bone was injured. He was the first person to see Ji Jie rushing over to react. He reached out and grabbed the back of the chair. He grabbed the heavy mace and smashed it directly towards the person coming.
Ji Jie took a step back and raised his sword to block.
The mace hit the sword hard, causing his right hand to go numb. Yilimu was very strong, and relying on the advantage of the mace, he had the upper hand at first, and forced Ji Jie back with several consecutive moves. Several steps.
"Quick, go up and signal the enemy attack!" Yilim shouted, and a subordinate who was still a little dizzy subconsciously ran towards the passage. Ji Jie wanted to stop him, but was blocked by Yilim.
When the man successfully entered the passage, Yilimu let out a sigh of relief, and several other people also joined the battle. Ji Jie was one against seven.
The shocked people were also Nanyuan Wang and his son. The three of them were lucky enough not to be injured by the flying shrapnel. Their three pairs of eyes were paying close attention to everything happening outside. No need to ask, this must be the person who came to rescue them.
As soon as the man who reported the news had his head exposed, Rou Yue, who was waiting, slit his throat with a knife. He covered his neck and fell down. After a few struggles, he died, leaving blood all over the ground.
Ji Jie did not panic because he was surrounded by enemies. With his extremely flexible sword, he not only deflected Yilimu's killing moves time and time again, but also took the opportunity to stab two of his men.
Yilimu knew very well that he had met an opponent. The opponent's martial arts was very strong. If he couldn't kill him within twenty moves, he might be the one who died. He could only hope that reinforcements would arrive soon.