I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

"Central Plains man! You're just a dying man, what nonsense are you spouting?"

She flipped her wrist, gripping the dagger in reverse.

The window frames on both sides shattered simultaneously.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Two burly figures burst through the window.

The three people, arranged in a triangular formation, locked Qishan in the very center.

By the dim candlelight, Qi Shan could see the attire of the two newcomers.

Leather armor, curved sword, deep-set eyes and a high nose.

"Hu people? What are they doing here?"

"It seems that the scouts from the Yelü tribe have already infiltrated the county town."

Before Qi Shan could react, the assassins attacked!

"Kill this Central Plains man!!"

Two burly men from the Central Asian tribe suddenly attacked.

One man on the left swung his knife at Qi Shan's neck, while another man on the right crouched down and swept his lower body.

The female assassin retreated, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Cooperate tacitly.

Any other county soldier would have been a mangled corpse by now.

But Qi Shan is no ordinary person!

These methods aren't enough to kill him!

Qi Shan reached one hand into his robes.

A storm gun with a faint blue luster appeared in his hand.

The gun barrel was raised and aimed at the Hu man who was leaping into the air on the left.

"Distinguished guests, prepare to die!"

"What is this?"

The thumb pulls the hammer, and the index finger pulls the trigger.

"Bang!"

A deafening explosion erupted in the enclosed back room.

A dazzling burst of fire shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

The strong smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air.

The Hu man in mid-air suddenly shrank back in the chest.

The lamellar armor shattered, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A fist-sized hole pierced through his chest cavity.

Fragments of bone and internal organs mixed with black blood were sprayed onto the white wall behind.

The Hu man didn't even have time to scream before his massive body slammed heavily onto the floor tiles, twitched twice, and died completely.

The Hu man on the right abruptly stopped moving.

He remained in the stance of wielding a knife, his eyes filled with horror.

The female assassin's cold expression vanished instantly.

She stared intently at the iron pipe in Qi Shan's hand, her mind completely blank.

What kind of hidden weapon is that?

There was no sound of bowstrings, no sound of mechanisms.

With just one clap of thunder, half of the chest of the bravest warrior in his tribe was gone.

???

"Could this be the firearm Father was talking about? But how can it be so powerful?"

"Keep going! These Central Plains people can only rely on firearms! If they get close, they'll just be waiting to die!"

Are we just waiting to die?

Such a huge digestive challenge!

Qi Shan didn't give them time to think.

Before the smoke from the burning gunpowder had even dissipated, he had already moved.

He sheathed the musket back at his waist and gripped the hilt of his longsword with both hands.

Their footsteps clashed as they leaned in close to the Hu man on their right.

The long sword slashed diagonally upwards.

The Hu man hastily raised his scimitar to parry.

"Clang!" Metal clashed.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The barbarian felt his arms go numb and nearly dropped his scimitar.

This Han Chinese constable was ridiculously strong.

Qi Shan flicked his wrist, and the long sword slid down the blade of the curved sword, slicing towards the Hu man's fingers.

The Hu people were forced to release their grip and retreat.

Qi Shan pressed forward relentlessly.

Chop, cut, flick, stab.

There are no fancy moves, just standard military killing techniques.

Each strike is faster than the last.

The wind howled like blades.

The seventh move: Qi Shan kicked the Hu man in the knee.

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

The Hu man swayed and knelt on one knee.

The ninth move: Qi Shan used the back of his sword to deflect the dagger that the Hu people were trying to use to counterattack.

The tenth move: a horizontal slash with a long sword.

A magnificent head soared into the sky.

A jet of blood spurted from the headless corpse's neck, splattering onto the roof beams.

Two elite scouts, in less than ten breaths, one was dead and the other beheaded.

The female assassin was utterly terrified.

She originally thought he was just a Han Chinese official who knew how to use tricks.

The intelligence report said he killed Li Long, but she assumed it was a trick.

Now she understood; he was a killing machine.

escape!

The female assassin lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body rising high as she headed straight for the hole in the roof tiles she had broken through.

Qi Shan raised his head.

He drew the Storm Gun again with his left hand, aiming the muzzle at the dark figure in mid-air.

"Bang!"

A second shot rang out.

"Ah—" the female assassin let out a shrill scream.

A burst of blood erupted from the calf of his right leg, and the bone was broken.

She lost her balance and fell heavily from mid-air, smashing a grand chair.

Qi Shan walked over, carrying his knife.

The female assassin rolled on the ground, trying to reach for the fallen dagger.

A bloodstained official boot stepped on her wrist.

Grind it hard.

The sound of bones cracking was exceptionally clear in the quiet back room.

The female assassin cried out in pain, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Qi Shan bent down and used the tip of his knife to remove the black veil from her face.

A face with an exotic look appeared.

Deep-set eyes, azure eyes, facial features distorted by pain.

"The people of the Yelü tribe are quite good at speaking Chinese."

"Hmph! People of the Central Plains! Kill me! The warriors of the Yelü tribe are not afraid of death! I accept my defeat!"

Qi Shan sneered, "Want to die? Don't even dream about it. If you don't confess, how can I, the county magistrate, let you die so easily?"

At that moment, chaotic footsteps and shouts came from outside the back hall.

Meng Da shouted, "County Magistrate! Protect the County Magistrate!"

"County Magistrate Qi!"

Chen Chong and Meng Da led dozens of county soldiers and constables into the back hall.

Everyone stopped in their tracks as soon as they entered.

The strong smell of blood and the pungent smell of gunpowder mixed together, hitting you right in the head.

Two mutilated corpses of Hu people lay on the floor tiles.

One body was headless, and the other had a large hole in its chest, through which you could even see the pattern of the floor tiles below.

The walls were covered with red and white filth.

Qi Shan stood in a pool of blood, with a desperate Hu woman beneath his feet.

"Protect me? By the time you're protecting me, I'll have been killed by Yelü's assassins long ago."

Meng Da chuckled, "Boss Qi! I got up without even putting my pants on when I heard the noise! ​​It's really not my fault!"

Chen Chong looked around and gasped.

He had been to the battlefield and seen dead people.

But he had never seen elite troops die so tragically.

The corpse, with its chest hollowed out, was wearing double-layered lamellar armor.

This armor is impenetrable to ordinary arrows within fifty paces.

Now it's been torn to shreds like paper.

"Is this... the power of the Storm Gun?" Chen Chong's voice was dry.

Meng Da swallowed hard, his legs feeling weak.

He glanced at Qi Shan furtively, feeling incredibly uneasy. He had once caused trouble for Boss Qi.

Going against this man means you'll be lucky to even have a whole corpse left.

Qi Shan turned to Chen Chong and said, "Drag these Hu people's corpses out and clean them up. Take this woman to the torture chamber."

Chen Chong immediately understood: "Yes!"

.........

The torture chamber.

Qi Shan patted the female assassin's face with the flat of his knife: "I ask, you answer, understand?"

The female assassin gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with venom: "The warriors of the Yelü tribe are fearless! Once the army arrives, you will all be trampled into mincemeat by their warhorses!"