Looking at Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen in the battle, Wu Yisheng couldn't help frowning, ordered to blow the horn of the troops, and hurriedly sent someone to inform Rahul.

In order to mobilize an army of more than 1,000 people, it was necessary to have an order from Rahul, which was issued by Rahul himself, and the purpose was to fear a rebellion.

If there is a rebellion outside the army, not to mention that the strength will be weakened, it will seriously affect morale, and if it is not good, it will evolve into an atmosphere.

Rahul didn't want to be the commander of the light pole, so he ran back to Guishan in the end and spent the rest of his life under the guidance of others.

In the lobby of the gorgeous mansion, Rahul was sitting half-lying, looking at the unconscious beauty on the side with a little breath, thinking back to what had just happened, as if he had not lost his energy.

When he was about to make a move, a soldier suddenly burst in, making him stop his movements and scold him with a slight anger on his face.

"Don't you know the habits of this commander, is it because he has lived too long, or is it deliberate?"

The soldiers bowed down in a panic and said, "Honorable commander, there is an enemy outside the city, and the commander of Wu Yisheng has sent someone to inform and request the mobilization of the army. ”

Finally, when the Han army came, Rahul stood up violently and asked, "How many troops are coming?" ”

The soldiers replied hesitantly: "Yes, there are eighteen cavalry, and the Ukrainian commander has already met the battle, but he has lost hundreds of men, and he has collected troops to defend the city." ”

"What?" Hearing that there were only eighteen horsemen, Rahul's wariness and belligerence that had just risen were completely gone, and he couldn't help but scold.

"It's only eighteen horsemen, Wu Yisheng can't be defeated, and he still has to bother Ben Shuai, are they all a bunch of waste, damn it, really damn it!"

In a fit of rage, Rahul pulled out the sword he had placed aside and swung it at the unconscious woman on the side, the splattered blood making him feel much less angry.

Looking at the headless corpse, thinking of the grace of the dew just now, Rahul felt sorry, this beautiful woman was more satisfying to him than before.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and Rahul stabbed the kneeling soldier to death with a sword, and the soldier thought that Rahul had vented his anger and would not blame himself, so he didn't even have time to ask for mercy.

Rahul looked at the sharp sword in his hand, put it back into its sheath with a little comfort, held the sword in his hand, and turned to gather the soldiers to the castle tower.

When he came to the city tower, he heard the sound of chirping and shouting, Rahul took a closer look, and asked the group of translators beside him, "What are the Han people in the city shouting?" ”

The interpreter replied tremblingly: "He said that they were under the command of the great general of the Han Dynasty, and let the marshal go out of the city to fight. ”

In fact, the words are full of insults, and the interpreter does not dare to say it truthfully, but conveys it tactfully.

The Eighteen Cavalry is so rampant, it seems that these Han people still have some ability, but no matter how powerful they are, they will let them die here today.

Rahul moved his neck and ordered: "The army will go out of the city with Ben Shuai and tear these Han people apart." ”

Hearing the order, the soldiers on the side hurriedly blew the horn of emergency assembly, and Rahul hurried down the tower without waiting for anyone to gather.

The special horn sounded, Yan Da knew that there was a change in the city, and led the seventeen horsemen to retreat quietly and prepare for the battle, and during this period, the city gate was quickly opened.

Rahul hasn't been on the battlefield in person for a long time, and this time he came to Ya*** to practice his hands with these eighteen exercises, and he will deter those dissidents in the army.

Sweeping a glance, Rahul fell in love with Yan Da with the halberd at a glance, drew his sword and shouted: "The one who rides the red horse, leave it to Ben Shuai, and the rest, tear them apart!" ”

When the words fell, Rahul patted down the war horse, which was slightly taller than Han Ma, and approached Yan Da with a sword.

When Yan Da saw a leader of the army who looked like a general coming to kill, he immediately showed anger on his face and swung his halberd upward, wanting to take the life of this alien general who dared to take the initiative to attack.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The two intersected, and the sword and halberd collided several times in a row, and it was difficult to tell who was superior to the naked eye, but in fact, Rahul had already fallen behind.

One inch long and one inch strong, Yan Da held the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, occupying the advantage of the length of the weapon, but at the edge, he fell behind.

The sword used by Rahul is the sword of the Kushan kings in all dynasties, and it is said that after the consecration of the gods and Buddhas, the sword body is never stained with blood, and it is also made of flying stones that are rare in a century.

In this crusade, Vesudeva I gave the sword to Rahul in order to show his determination and respect.

When the sword came into Rahul's hand, it became his weapon and a symbol of his power.

Rahul was able to control hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses outside, and his prestige and family background in Kushan could be guessed without mentioning, and he himself was recognized as the first warrior of Kushan.

Seeing that Yan Da was able to draw with him and still had a slight upper hand, Rahul showed a long-lost solemnity.

"It's an opponent, Yan can finally fight happily today." The several slash marks on Fang Tian's halberd made Yan Da feel distressed for a while, and the killing intent in his heart was a little stronger.

"I didn't expect that among the so-called Han people, you can still meet opponents, and today Ben Shuai will kill you!" The two chattered a few words, and neither of them understood what they meant.

After Rahul finished speaking, he was the first to move, only to see him holding the sword, suddenly cutting his palm quickly, and muttering quietly in his mouth.

Seeing Rahul self-harming, Yan Da swung the Fang Tian Painting Halberd offensive, and suddenly became curious, but then continued to swing away.

Just as Fang Tian's halberd was about to fall on Rahul, a burst of Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded next to Yan Da's ears, shocking his ears numb, and his offensive couldn't help but slow down again.

Seeing that it had worked, Rahul was overjoyed to swing his sword and slash at Yan's neck, ready to kill him with one blow.

When danger came, Yan Dahan's hair stood up, ignoring the irritable Sanskrit sound in his ears, and waved Fang Tian's halberd to resist.

With the cooperation of Sanskrit Yin that suddenly appeared, Yan Da was suppressed and had no ability to fight back, and was in a precarious situation.

And at the moment when the Sanskrit sound sounded, in the dilapidated Taoist temple of Tianzhu Mountain, Zuo Ci, who was meditating, opened his eyes violently and said coldly: "Hundreds of years of stability, it seems that those people can't help it." ”

After Zuo Ci finished speaking, he quickly got up and went to the mountain behind the Taoist temple, and in front of an old and dusty stone offering table, he began to recite the ancient incantation.

At the same time, in Yangzhou, Qingzhou, Yizhou and other places, there were many people like Zuo Ci.

As the telekinesis of these people rose to the ninth heaven, in a palatial palace in the clouds, a middle-aged man who exuded coercion slowly opened his eyes.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the man said to himself with a little anger: "These people in the West can't help but stretch their hands too long, even if they can't get it, they won't be able to take their turn." ”

After the man finished speaking, he waved his big hand, and his face, which had been slightly ruddy in absorbing mental power, suddenly turned much paler.

"Hmm." The man calmed down, shook his head and said, "It seems that the seals of these ants are still too strong, and the loss of mental power outweighs the loss, and I don't know when it will be broken again." ”