Fifteen minutes ago, inside the tunnel.
Bamo led two teams of men quickly toward the depths of the passage. Along the way, they saw people lying on the ground, some unconscious from choking on the smoke, and others already hacked to death.
His hand holding the curved sword at his waist was trembling slightly.
That damned Wu'e, and that invader, how dare they treat the people of Xiliang like this! He will make them suffer a terrible death.
Want to blow up the entire tunnel? Dream on! He's going to make those two die in this tunnel today.
As he thought about it, he quickened his pace, leading his men rapidly toward the deepest part of the tunnel.
Ue could already see the place surrounded by patrolling guards from afar.
Fortunately, he didn't give up on lighting fires along the way, which filled the entire tunnel with a considerable amount of smoke.
Although he was also feeling dizzy from the thick smoke, he was much better off than the patrolling guards who couldn't leave.
Unable to leave, many of the patrolling guards had already become dazed, only managing to hold on to the warehouse behind them.
Ue gripped his scimitar tightly, and taking advantage of the smoke obscuring his vision, he quickly approached the nearest guards and slashed at them.
In an instant, dozens of guards fell to the ground.
Seeing many of their companions fall to the ground instantly, someone finally noticed something was wrong and immediately shouted, "Assassin! Be on alert!"
Those who had been staring blankly suddenly drew their scimitars and began hacking away at the swirling smoke around them.
However, there was nothing unusual in the smoke.
U'e merely chuckled and, gripping his scimitar, slashed at the guards once more.
Just as he was about to enter the warehouse, the guards fell one by one, but suddenly a number of people poured out of the smoke-filled passage, wielding curved swords and slashing at him.
The one leading them was Bamo.
Bamo, holding a large sword in one hand, shouted, "You audacious Wu'e, how dare you deceive us, Xiliang! You'd better give up your life!"
As he spoke, he swiftly slashed at Wu'e with his broadsword.
Wuer quickly retreated, and just as he dodged Bamo's broadsword, a curved blade slashed at his shoulder.
He immediately lowered his body, dodged, kicked away the person who was attacking him from behind, and was about to break through the encirclement of several people.
However, Bamo did not give him that chance. With a flash, he filled the empty space, wielding his broadsword with great force, and once again slashed at Wue.
The others also took out their curved swords and stabbed at the person in the center.
Wu'e glanced at the gleaming scimitar in the smoke, frowned slightly, and continued to swiftly decapitate the people around him with his scimitar, dodging the scimitar thrusting towards him.
However, the large sword still slashed down on his back.
The pain of his torn skin made Wu'e groan, and he took the opportunity to lunge forward and escape the encirclement.
Upon seeing this, Bamo merely snorted coldly, his tone filled with sarcasm, "General Wu'e, have you been carving too many murals?"
Compared to your former self on the battlefield, you are now far too weak.
If you give up cooperating with that intruder now, kneel down and beg for mercy, I might consider sparing your life.
Aren't you quite adept at this kind of thing? You've been fawning over us Xiliang people for almost a year; you should be quite used to it by now!"
If this person hadn't acted so servilely, just like the dog he kept, he wouldn't have trusted him so much.
Who could have imagined that the great general who once fought bravely on the battlefield and wiped out enemy after enemy would eventually become a dog who only knew how to flatter and had no dignity?
He's used to being a dog, and now he actually wants to be a human again; he can hardly believe it.
Ue listened to this without any emotional fluctuation, and said only: "You don't need to provoke me. I have always known what my purpose is."
In the past, flattery was done for one's own sake and for the sake of the Xia people.
Fighting you now is also for my own sake, and for the sake of the Xia people. My goal has never changed.
After leading the Xia people to their deaths on the battlefield once, he realized that there was no point in continuing to fight like that; the Xia people would die sooner or later, until they were extinct.
Rather than die on the battlefield, it would be better to surrender to Xiliang and give the Xia people a chance to survive.
He would do anything to prevent the Xia people from disappearing from this world.
Upon hearing this, Bamo merely narrowed his eyes, his grip on the broadsword tightening unconsciously. "Do you know what I hate most about you Xia people?"
People like you, who keep talking about the Xia people as if they're doing something really great, are actually nothing but a bunch of rotten mud.
That was true before, and it is even more true now.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his broadsword and slashed fiercely at his opponent.
The Xiliang people behind him also followed at the same time.
Ue was forced to retreat steadily, and his body was covered in wounds, but he still did not fall down. He gripped his scimitar tightly and fought with the people around him.
Bamo found it laughable and thrust his broadsword directly into the man's chest.
With a "whoosh," the broadsword pierced through Wu'e's body.
At the same time, the Xiliang guards thrust their scimitars at him.
Ue's already sluggish movements came to an abrupt halt. He swayed, then, having exhausted all his strength, collapsed to the ground.
Bamo sneered, stomped hard on Wu'e's head, and said, word by word, "I said it before, you Xia people are a pile of mud."
"What do you think you can change? The people of Xiliang spared your lives; you should be grateful. Don't even try to change anything. You can't, and you don't deserve it."
After saying that, he raised his foot to kick Wu'e hard in the head again.
However, at that moment, several arrows shot out from the smoke-filled passage.
With a series of whooshing sounds, many Xiliang guards fell instantly.
Bamo was startled by the sudden appearance of the arrows and immediately swung his broadsword to defend himself.
However, the rain of arrows became increasingly dense, and those who were already dizzy from inhaling so much smoke collapsed to the ground one after another.
In the end, only Bamo and a dozen or so men around him remained standing.
The rain of arrows vanished in that instant, replaced by a continuous surge of ragged Xia people wielding scimitars, charging straight towards them.
Instantly, the sound of swords clashing echoed through the tunnel.
Bamo was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events. Just as his broadsword pierced through the corpse of a Xia person, more Xia people rushed towards him.
Those men completely ignored the large knife in his hand and kept pouncing on him until they knocked him to the ground.
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