Yang Yifei's face was as gloomy as water. If the Tartars in Chang'an City were willing to abandon the city and escape, he wouldn't mind letting them go so that they could return to the grasslands and guide Europe in the future.

But after this incident, he had already sentenced these Tartars to death in his heart. He rarely voluntarily slaughtered himself. It was not that he was lazy, nor that he was merciful, nor that he could not do it, but that he wanted to use Tartars to train troops.

But he was completely angered by the Tartars' behavior at this moment. None of the Tartars in Chang'an City wanted to survive.

"Everyone is ready to attack, and the Tartars he saw are killed without mercy, and no one is left."

Yang Yifei waved his hand to put away a unsprayed heavy machine gun and ammunition, then went to Liu Yuxuan to put away the mortar and shells. After everyone on the watchtower came down, he finally put away the watchtower.

The snipers carried the sniper rifle behind their backs and picked up the automatic rifle. Zhang Yongtian Peng was still carrying the bazooka, and he also held the automatic rifle in his hand.

When all this was done, the Tartars, who were carrying the Han people, had already advanced to within 600 meters. This time, Yang Yifei did not pretend to be a sword flying. His mind power wrapped around him and soared into the sky. With a turn, the black iron sword that had driven the edge appeared in his hand.

When Yang Yifei flew away, Qiu Chuji gave the order and said, "The whole army attacked."

Only Li Mochou led Xiaolongnu behind him and walked slowly, while everyone else ran towards Chang'an City.

For Yang Yifei, hundreds of meters of distance arrived in a flash, and the Tartars did not react at all, and a killing storm was already in the queue.

"Shit..."

The sharp black iron sword entered everything, and it was constantly transformed into a black line in the field, winding and flying in the Tartar array. The Tartars had no time to scream, and their lives were harvested.

The black iron sword moved with Yang Yifei's intentions and kept passing through the chests of one Tartar soldier after another. He would never kill one person by mistake, and the Tartars fell down in groups.

In an instant, nearly a thousand Tartars on the left wing were cleared out, and the black iron sword immediately flew to the right wing, and the Tartars still hadn't even reacted to what had happened.

They were still complacent and secretly praised their wisdom, and rushed towards the enemy with the people, but the other party did not dare to attack.

It took less than half a minute to clean up the left-wing Tartar Yang Yifei. The black iron sword was like a blackboard eraser, and the Tartars were like chalk words on the blackboard. A black line passed by, and all the Tartars on the straight line became dead souls under the sword.

After the Xuan Iron Sword passed a distance, he immediately turned around and flew back. Yang Yifei slaughtered the Tartar soldiers in such a crazy but extremely efficient way.

The Han people on the edge found that the Tartar soldiers fell in a series of falls, and they were still a little confused. They were surrounded by fear at this time, and their minds were blank. They only knew to run forward desperately. How could they react to what happened in a short while?

After more than half of the Tartars were destroyed, they finally found Yang Yifei floating less than ten feet above their heads, and they shouted.

"On the head, the enemy is on the head."

"Tengri is on top, who is that?"

"How could someone fly in the sky?"

"Is that still human?"

Some of the Tartars were frightened, but after all, there were those who were not afraid of death. Under the command of the general, some Tartars set their bows and arrows and shot towards Yang Yi in the air.

Yang Yifei just opened his arms, and all the arrows stopped one foot away from him. The next moment, his arms spread down and the arrows turned around and shot them back.

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

“Ahhhh…”

In this moment, Yang Yifei had already discovered Qiu Chuji and the others' arrival, so he shouted: "Listen, all the Han compatriots, all of them lay down on the spot."

Yang Yifei's loud shout was accompanied by the Nine Yang true energy, and the voice was huge, like a thunder sound. The Han people finally reacted and looked up and burst into tears.

"It's a god, the god is here to save us!"

"I'm asking the immortals to kill all the Tartars and save our northern Han people!"

The Han people knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Yang Yifei. Fortunately, Yang Yifei killed him. The Tartar array was already a distance away from the Han people. After discovering that Yang Yifei in the sky, they were even turning around and running back.

Yang Yifei shouted again with a little annoyed, "Aren't I doing it? I told you to lie down on the spot. Don't you understand the official language?"

“…”

All the Han people were stuck together, and then they decisively lie on the ground. When they lay down, Qiu Chuji and others had no obstacles in their sight.

At this time, they were less than 200 meters away from the Tartar array. At that time, they slowed down and lined up. They picked up the automatic rifle and fired at the Tartar array.

"Da da da da da da...da da da..."

A 50 automatic rifle and 1,500 rounds of bullets were splashed towards the Tartar group. Seeing this, Yang Yifei immediately controlled the black iron sword to fly to the front of the Tartars who were fleeing back, and killed from front to back.

Yang Yifei kept his word. He made the Tartars feel what despair is. In front of them, there were invincible immortals driving flying swords to slaughter, and behind them, the enemy killed them with something they didn't know. The Tartars fell incredibly fast.

The remaining 1,300 Tartars fell to the ground in despair. Some of them were smart, and they also followed the appearance of the Han people and slapped on the ground to pretend to be dead.

Yang Yifei sneered. He was in mid-air and could see the movements of the Tartars clearly. Someone who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, raised a sword blade, and swept it against the ground, and immediately cut it into two pieces.

Quanzhen's disciples emptied a magazine and replaced it in a few seconds, then fired it. When they passed the Han people and the second magazine was emptied, there was no Tartar standing outside Chang'an City.

Seeing this, Yang Yifei shouted again: "Look, all Han compatriots, as long as they can use weapons and think they are men, they will pick up weapons for me and try to kill those injured and immortal Tartars. We should not capture the Tartars and kill them without mercy."

As soon as Yang Yifei said this, most of the four or five thousand people immediately got up. Not only men, but also some women got up, howling and rushed towards the group of Tartar corpses, picked up scimitars and spears from the ground, and whether they were dead or not, they all went up to make up for the whole family.

There are already more Han people than Tartars, and there are still people who can't grab them. When they meet those who are not angry, a group of people gather around and cook.

They desperately vented their grievances of being brutally ruled by the Tartars. From the city gate to this place, at least two or three hundred people were killed by the Tartars because they ran too slowly. Those who had relatives died at the hands of the Tartars even more crazy.

Seeing that these people were quite bloody, Yang Yifei nodded with satisfaction, and then he stared at Chang'an City with a cold look.

There were still not many Tartars on the city wall at this time, only a small number of Tartars squatting behind the female wall to check the situation. They were also the first to discover Yang Yifei who flew from the sky.

When they saw that the robe was slaughtered like a pig or a dog, many people were frightened on the spot. They stumbled down the city wall and reported the situation to Daisun.
Chapter completed!