When Zhao Si heard this, he disagreed and raised his eyebrows, as if he had no concern when he heard the name of a rich man outside the city.

Genghis Khan? What is that?

With a "oh" sound, Zhao Si continued to walk forward, but after two steps, the sweat on his forehead came down in a flash.

Mongol!

As if a rabbit was poked into the pain, Zhao Si suddenly jumped to the street, his whole body tensed into a bow, and his panic looked from his eyes wide open in panic, looking at the crowd behind him in panic, holding the iron ruler hand tied to the waist with both hands, as if it was not an iron ruler, but a big knife.

"Who!? Who is the Mongol?" Zhao Si's voice changed a little and was a little funny because of his nervousness, as sharp as a eunuch.

"Shh!" His nephew quickly comforted him: "Worry, uncle, that guy didn't know that I had seen through him yet. When I took off this ring, I didn't expose him. These Hu people are all brave people. Once they have to fight with us, they are not a good place on this street, which can easily cause chaos."

"What should I do?" Zhao Si was restless and looked around: "What if they still have accomplices?"

This cannot be blamed for being timid, because it is the wartime, and news of Mongolia's invasion in the south is everywhere. The refugees who escaped from Henan have brought countless horrifying stories. According to rumors, the Mongolians are portrayed as monsters with three heads and six arms, eating raw meat and drinking blood, and are extremely powerful. They can each take ten, killing people like picking up grass. It is naturally a terrifying thing to hear in the ears of these people in the south who have not been under war for a long time.

Although Zhao Si is very strong on weekdays, and in the eyes of ordinary people and rogues, he is actually a fool with a harsh and cowardly appearance. He is a arrogant man, but he becomes timid when he encounters a person who wants to live. At this moment, he immediately sweats countless times when he hears the word "Mongols".

"It's locked, don't be afraid. If you really have a party, you'll jump out to save them." His nephew is a man who has seen the world. His vision and courage have been trained in business, and at this moment he acted more like a captain than Zhao Si. He gave an idea: "It's better to go back first, report to the Master of the Mansion, set up a safe arrangement in the government office, and wait for the uncle to take them back, and catch the turtle in the jar. Do you think?"

The two of them suddenly ran to the side of the road and muttered, which had attracted the attention of others. They looked at them strangely. Zhao Si had no idea. When he heard this, he nodded quickly and nodded. His nephew ran away first.

Zhao Si forced himself to calm down, but in fact, he pretended to be fine and continued to walk back with the people, fearing that a group of Mongolians, as big as gorillas, suddenly jumped out of the crowd watching the excitement on both sides of the street, shouting nonsense words that he couldn't understand, and chopped and killed them randomly.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong along the way and we arrived at the government office smoothly. As soon as we entered the gate, the two heavy doors were closed tightly with a slam. Countless soldiers rushed out from behind the screen wall and bent their guns, bent their bows and arrows, surrounded the people who had been escorted from outside.

Zhao Si cleverly flashed to the side and rushed to the Xiangyang prefect who was standing on the high steps behind the soldiers and shouted loudly: "Main Master, Main Master, Mongolian fine works are here! It's here!"

His shout was like a command gun, and the soldiers who were facing a great enemy immediately raised their swords and guns, and the sharp weapon rushed towards a group of Hu people, turning the inexplicable Wu Yan and others into a small circle.

The blade of the spear was pressed against Wuyanhulihan's Adam's apple, and it could penetrate it one inch further.

Wuyan Khan has come down. Why is it that if you fight in the Song Dynasty, you will be killed?

He quickly called his friends to kneel down, kneel in front of him and kept kowtowing: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, sir, we are Khitan merchants, Khitan merchants, not Mongolians, misunderstanding, I have a good understanding, there is a way to guide you, here..."

Before Wu Yan finished calling, he felt something was wrong.

Behind me, there seemed to be a figure standing without moving. The burly figure cast a big shadow on the ground, as solemn as a mountain among the swords, guns, swords and halberds.

Who is so kind? He doesn't know how to accept it if he suffers a loss.

Wu Yan looked back and saw in surprise that Shi Maruan, the new friend who was rescued from the river, was squinting his eyes, with a smile on his lips, standing there with a stern smile, as steady as Mount Tai.

"Shi Ma, don't you kneel down yet!" Wu Yan was angry and anxious. Is this time for a moment of courage? If you are not afraid of death, don't implicate everyone.

Shi Maruan changed his honest appearance when he was on the boat, turned a deaf ear to his words, and did not look at Wu Yan at once. Instead, he raised his thigh and kicked Wu Yan on the back.

Then he stepped on Wu Yan's body and stepped forward with his head held high.

The fierce and indifferent expression on his face was completely different from Shi Maruan in Wu Yan's impression.

Wu Yan lay on the ground, completely stupid. What happened?

All his guys were stupid, is this Shi Ma Ruan still the one?

Song Bing, who was surrounding him, thrust a thud and pushed the formation forward. The tips of dozens of long spears moved from Wu Yan's throat to the man who suddenly stood in front.

"It's him!" Zhao Si's nephew shouted at the right time. He stood behind the soldiers, beside the governor of Xiangyang, pointed to the man who stood straighter than himself without fear, and shouted: "That ring, even if it was taken from his fingers! He was a Mongolian work!"

Mongolian fine work!?

Wu Yan and others' eyes were extremely wide open, with shock, surprise, anger, and fear in their hearts, and they were all highlighted on their faces, which were twitching expressions.

Shimaruan, who had been with me for many days, is it a Mongolian fine work?

But it doesn't matter how they feel in their hearts anymore, and no one cares.

Everyone present focused their attention on the Mongolian man who seemed to be unaware of his enlightenment in the enemy camp.

The prefect of Xiangyang was a civil servant, with a thin and thin old man with white hair and beard. He was calm and fluttered his sleeves: "Take it!"

"Slow!" The Mongolian man's voice was louder than him, and the real sound was like a bell. He shouted out that the tiles on the lobby of the government office were shaking the soil down.

Song Bing, who was holding a spear, unconsciously shrank back slightly. The man's voice was too strong. Although he was not very tall, similar to an ordinary Song Bing, his strength was because of his stubborn figure. His arms exposed outside Ma Yi were twice as thick as ordinary people, and his whole body was bulging. It was completely imagined how well the muscles covered by Ma Yi were developed. If there were weapons on his hands, it would be even more terrifying.

The man was surrounded by everyone, but it seemed that he was not surrounded by him. He had no intention of fear and fear. After sweeping around with a ruthless gaze like a wolf, he stared at the prefect in front of him through the ten layers of heads, and even smiled.

The prefect who was staring at him was inexplicably flicked in his heart. It seemed that a bug flew out of the eyes of the Mongolian man and shot onto him, causing an inexplicable cold air to fill his body.

"I am Kublai Khan, the Prime Minister of the Han area of ​​the Great Mongolian Desert! Who dares to take me?" Kublai Khan's mouth smiled, but his words were extremely cold. He raised his hand and pointed at the prefect of Xiangyang: "Take me quickly to see your Jinghu Commander Jia Sidao, which delayed my trip. You can't afford to be guilty!"
Chapter completed!