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

The inner city gate creaked open, the sound of the hinges turning echoing through the barbican.

Yelü Mulang's face was covered in blood, but his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

He saw Qi Shan behind the door, a man with a knife.

"The Eternal Heaven has opened its eyes!"

Yelü Mulang roared and charged forward, dragging his spiked club.

Qi Shan stood in the center of the doorway, his long sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

Chen Chong saw it clearly from the city wall and was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

"What is Magistrate Qi up to?!"

Meng Da grabbed his arm.

"If Magistrate Qi says it's nothing, then it's not a penny less! Brother Chen, why are you chickening out?!"

Chen Chong's face was deathly pale, and his fingers were trembling.

"That's Yelü Mulang! Yelü Da's own nephew! A fierce general who has slain three commanders of a thousand!"

The other county soldiers on the city wall also changed their expressions upon hearing this.

The greatest warrior of the Yelü tribe, he went to the battlefield at the age of fourteen, killed a thousand households at the age of sixteen, and led thirty cavalrymen to break through an army of two thousand at the age of twenty.

There's a saying circulating in the Han army: "Yelü is invincible if he has less than ten thousand men, but if he has ten thousand."

This Yelü Mulang is the madman who dared to charge into battle with less than ten thousand men.

Meng Da was stunned. He was a rough and uncultured man, but he seemed to have heard this phrase before, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The county soldiers gripped their swords even tighter, their knuckles turning white.

Below the city, Yelü Mulang had already rushed into the gate, his spiked club whistling as he swung it down towards Qi Shan's head.

"Han Chinese! Prepare to die!"

The spiked club whistled through the air, its iron spikes reflecting the red glow of the torch.

Qi Shan turned to the side, the blade grazing his nose, but he didn't even take a step back.

The long sword was thrust upwards, the back of the blade striking the iron handle of the mace.

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

Yelü Mulang's arm trembled, his tiger's mouth felt slightly numb, and his heart skipped a beat.

The strength of this Han Chinese? No, that's not right.

Before he could think any further, Qi Shan swayed and slipped into his arms like an eel, his knee slamming into his waist.

With a muffled thud, Yelü Mulang staggered back three steps, his back slamming against the stone wall of the city gate.

"General!"

Three guards charged forward, wielding scimitars whose blades reflected the red glow of the torches.

Qi Shan slashed horizontally with his longsword, the blade flashing in a semi-circle.

The first guard's scimitar was knocked away by Qi Shan's blade, which spun out and landed on the door frame with a buzzing sound.

The second stab pierced his throat, and blood splattered onto the bluestone wall.

The second guard slashed at Qi Shan's nape with his sword, but Qi Shan didn't even look. He pulled a short sword from his waist with his left hand and stabbed it into the guard's heart.

The tip of the knife protruded from his back, with bits of meat clinging to it.

The third guard was a beat too slow, and Qi Shan kicked him in the chest, the sound of his sternum cracking clearly audible.

He was sent flying backward, knocking over three comrades who were rushing up from behind.

Three breaths.

All three guards fell, their bodies piled haphazardly at the entrance to the doorway.

Yelü Mulang steadied himself against the wall, looking at the corpse on the ground, his maniacal laughter slowly freezing.

"you…"

Qi Shan flicked the blood off his longsword, and the blood droplets hit the stone wall with a pattering sound.

"He has beheaded three commanders of a thousand?"

He took a step forward.

"There are no skilled warriors in the Han army."

Yelü Mulang's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"court death!"

He swung his spiked club and charged again, this time with all his might, his feet shattering the floor tiles.

The spiked club came crashing down from above, with the force of splitting Mount Hua in two.

Instead of advancing, Qi Shan retreated, shrinking his body and crawling under the spiked club, the tip of his blade stabbing diagonally towards Yelü Mulang's knee.

Click!

The long knife pierced the kneecap, the tip emerging from behind the knee, bringing with it a cloud of blood.

Yelü Mulang let out a mournful howl, like a wounded wolf.

His right leg buckled, and he knelt on one knee, the spiked club clattering to the ground at his feet.

Qi Shan drew his sword, and blood spurted out.

Yelü Mulang clutched his knee, his body trembling violently, cold sweat streaming down his face, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter another sound.

He raised his head and stared intently at Qi Shan.

"Who are you? Who exactly are you?"

Qi Shan looked down at him, a long sword pressed against his neck, the blade close to his Adam's apple.

"County Assistant of Qingyang County"

"Qishan".

Yelü Mulang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had heard of this name when Li Long died, but he didn't take it seriously. He was just a constable; how much ability could he have?

The knife was now pressed against his neck, its blade icy cold, making his Adam's apple constrict.

"Didn't you want to give it a try?"

Qi Shan spoke in a calm tone, as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.

"Let's see if I can break the Yelü tribe's undefeated myth."

Yelü Mulang was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

"You think killing me means you've won? My uncle has two thousand iron cavalry! They'll be there tomorrow! Then, not a single person in Qingyang County will be spared!"

Qi Shan looked down at him, the firelight reflecting off his face, creating a clear contrast between light and shadow.

"Two thousand iron cavalry?"

He turned the hilt of his knife.

"Then let your uncle come and collect your body."

A flash of light, and a head rolled to the ground.

Fresh blood gushed from the neck cavity, splattering onto the bluestone wall and flowing down the cracks between the bricks.

Yelü Mulang's head rolled half a circle on the ground and stopped next to the corpse of a personal guard, his eyes still wide open.

It never closed until its death.

On the city wall, all the county soldiers were dumbfounded.

No one spoke, no one moved.

Only the wind blowing from afar across the city walls made the torches howl.

Chen Chong opened his mouth, his lips trembling for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"He...he killed Yelü Mulang? He did it all by himself?!"

Meng Da swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Of course! Everyone saw it!"

He suddenly smiled, the smile slowly spreading from the corners of his mouth to his ears.

"Yelü Mulang! That Yelü Mulang who beheaded three commanders! Our County Magistrate Qi chopped off his head with a single stroke!"

This statement was like lighting a powder keg, causing an uproar on the city wall.

"Damn it! That's Yelü Mulang!"

"Dead! Really dead! I saw the head fly up with my own eyes!"

"He was human too! He could die!"

The county soldiers' voices grew louder and louder, eventually turning into deafening cheers.

"Long live Magistrate Qi!"

Someone raised a knife above their head, waving it and shouting.

"Long live!"

All the county soldiers on the city wall were shouting, their voices echoing in waves, shaking the city bricks.

First it was one or two, then it was everyone.

The swords and spears were held up in dense rows, forming a forest of iron in the firelight.

Qi Shan bent down, picked up Yelü Mulang's head, and walked out of the gate by the hair, reaching the center of the barbican.

The fire was still burning, the stench of burning flesh was overwhelming, and the ground was littered with charred corpses and the skeletons of warhorses.

He raised the head, his voice not loud, but clear amidst the cheers.

"Beat the drums!"

"Tell everyone! The head of the Yelü tribe's greatest warrior is hanging right here!"

Chen Chong personally beat the war drums, the deep, resounding beat echoing throughout the city.

At the foot of the city gate, the people heard the drumbeats and opened their windows one after another.

Someone ran into the street with a lantern and saw county soldiers waving swords and spears on the city wall. They heard them shouting that Yelü Mulang was dead.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the county.

The entire Qingyang County was in an uproar.

"The Magistrate of Qi County killed Yelü Mulang!"

"The Yelü tribe's greatest warrior is dead! They will die too!"

Inside the county government office, Zhao Bingkun heard the shouts outside and his brush fell to the paper with a thud.

He stood up, walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked at the dense torches on the distant city tower, listening to the deafening cheers.

Jia Qinghan stood behind him, her voice trembling slightly.

"Did he really do it? Did he really kill Yelü Mulang?"

Zhao Bingkun removed his official hat, his voice hoarse.

"Yelü's warriors...were killed by a Han Chinese?!"