After rebirth, the Queen and I are on the run.

Chapter 1097 Is it really a fake Azu?

"Kill the fake Azu, avenge the murdered mountain people, kill!"

"Ah Er, Ah Er?!" The other ancestors on the altar rushed towards the Second Ancestor, but seeing that his heart had been pierced by a bullet, they had no choice but to abandon his body and turn to look at the mountain people who were rushing towards them.

The mountain people, no longer respectful, rushed towards them like howling mountain demons.

Fear gripped the hearts of the Azu people, who hurriedly shouted, "We are the real Azu, not fake ones! All people in the mountains, calm down, calm down, don't be deceived by the Wei army!"

He then pointed in the direction from which the crossbow bolts had come and shouted, "Wei soldiers have infiltrated! Only the Wei army has crossbow carts, so don't be fooled by them!"

However, none of that matters anymore. What matters is that the Azus really did order the old village followers to kill hundreds of mountain people.

The blood feud has been formed. Regardless of whether Azu is real or not, the mountain people will avenge their dead relatives!
"Kill! Kill the fake Azu!"

"We're not fake! Why won't you listen, you bunch of idiots? Do you really want to commit patricide and provoke the mountain god?!"

"Where is Old Zhu You? Quickly come out and shout to tell these traitors in the mountains to retreat and not follow the Wei army in causing chaos!"

Whoosh-!
Whoosh-!
Whoosh-!
Three more crossbow bolts came, piercing through the eleventh and seventeenth ancestors, nailing them directly to the altar and making them sacrifices.

The remaining crossbow bolt struck the plaster statue.

Crack! Boom!

The plaster statue was shot and cracked, immediately shattering and collapsing.

A four-meter-tall plaster statue was shattered by an iron crossbow bolt, and the Azu who witnessed this scene were so terrified that their loyalty was shattered.

Previously, they all felt they could die for the Eastern Desert; now they want to escape.

Indeed, someone escaped; it was Wu Azu who escaped.

This thing had been living a life of luxury in the mountains for too long, and had lost all desire to be loyal to the Eastern Desert. All it wanted was to live and continue to enjoy its comforts. It shouted to its followers in the old village: "No need to hold out to the death, retreat to the old village, retreat!"

The ancestors were taken aback; the old village followers, who had already lined up and were ready to fight the mountain people, were also taken aback.

In the end, not everyone was a suicide squad member. One person ran away first, shouting, "Understood! Escort the ancestors to safety!"

After someone took the lead, the rest of the followers also began to retreat.

"Stop! No retreat! Hold the line and protect the flames!!" San'azu shouted, furious. This desertion was a betrayal of the Eastern Desert, and he would be turned into military rations and devoured by his own people.

However, the third Azu only left 30% of his men behind, while the majority of them retreated with the other Azu.

"The spy has escaped, pursue him!" Jiang Dalang ordered, waving his command flag to signal Xu Sanjun to stop firing the crossbows: "Let the mountain brothers kill the spy themselves and avenge their dead relatives."

"Yes." Xu Sanjun obeyed the order and instructed his soldiers to carry small crossbow carts to pursue the fleeing Azu.

"Form ranks, unleash the arrows, and shoot down all the mountain rebels who dare to kill their ancestors!" San'a Zu ordered, his eyes beneath the mask bloodshot, showing that he truly wanted to be loyal to the Eastern Desert.

Okay, by your choice.

"Catapults! Fire attack!" Jiang Dalang ordered.

Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
One after another, oil canisters came crashing down, smashing into the archers, the altar, and the campfire.

The pine resin, mixed with a viscous substance, was highly sticky and difficult to extinguish, quickly setting the campfire, the wooden altar, and the leather-clad attendants ablaze.

Ahhhhh!
Screams rang out continuously. The Third Ancestor's eyes were bloodshot. He drew his twin swords and vowed to fight the enemy hand-to-hand to the death, shouting, "I will never retreat! I will protect the flame!"

Jiang Dalang and Deputy General Lang's expressions both darkened... They didn't need to know what the flame was. They only needed to know that the Eastern Desert people had created something, and that this thing was very important to the Eastern Desert, but would be a fatal blow to their Great Wei.

"Kill! For Shuer, for Erzi's father, for all the dead mountain people, avenge them!" Aunt Alan shouted, leading her female mountain people team at the forefront.

Mengzi followed closely behind: "Kill the fake Azu and avenge the dead mountain people!"

Whoosh whoosh!
The old village followers who hadn't been burned picked up the fallen large bow and released a large arrow. But this time...

Boom! Clang!
The large arrow failed to hit the mountain people.

Deputy General Lang's thousands of soldiers had already slid onto wooden sleds and rushed to the front, directly using the sleds to form a shield formation to block the large arrows.

One side of these wooden sleds was nailed with sheet metal. A large arrow pierced through the wooden sled but was stopped by the sheet metal.

Even if a bullet pierces through the metal sheet, its force is dissipated, rendering it ineffective in causing harm.

The mountain people were overjoyed and shouted, "Our Wei brothers have blocked the arrows for us! We don't need to be afraid anymore! Charge! Kill those fake Azu!"

Suo Suo Suo!
The mountain people went berserk, wading through the snow and sliding along. Before long, they reached the foot of the altar and began hacking at the old village's followers with their knives.

Duh duh duh!
A series of muffled thuds, transmitted through clothing, echoed in their ears, sending chills down the spines of even the soldiers under Deputy General Lang's command.

This shows how much the mountain people hated these followers for killing them!

"Hold on, hold on! You are warriors! They are just a bunch of mountain folk and hunters. They are no match for you!" San Azu kept shouting.

But the several elders around him had already started running towards the mountain passage.

Seeing this, tears welled up in San Azu's scarlet eyes. In the end, he turned around and fled with the other Azu.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Whoosh-!
Jiang Dalang threw his spear.

The spear moved like lightning, speeding across the snow. The force of the spear created a gust of white wind as it hurtled towards the Third Ancestor.

San Azu felt the strong wind and leaned forward, trying to avoid what was behind him.

however……

flutter--!
The spear pierced San Azu's thigh, causing him to scream in pain. However, he raised his thick and sharp scimitar and slashed at the spear shaft.

With a snap, he broke the gun barrel, endured the excruciating pain, and leaped up to meet Jiang Dalang, who was charging onto the altar.

When Jiang Dalang threw his spear, he had already taken off his heavy coat and was now only wearing a light leather jacket. He moved as nimbly as a leopard, dodging the attack of San Azu's twin swords, and then flashed behind San Azu, kicking him in the injured leg.

boom!
Like a boulder crashing down, the Third Ancestor was jolted in pain.

Jiang Dalang's hands moved swiftly again, one hand blocking San Azu's backhand slash, the other hand using a sword finger to strike San Azu's neck bone from the back.

With three sharp cracking sounds, three cervical vertebrae were dislocated. San Azu felt a numbness all over his body and couldn't move at all.

boom!
Jiang Dalang struck back, knocking San Azu down on the altar.

Jiang Dalang stretched out his gloved hand and ripped off the mask from San Azu's face.

Back in Fenfang Courtyard in Xiangnan Town, Jiang Dalang had wanted to lift the man's sheepskin mask to see what kind of face was underneath.

The ancestors of the old village also all wore masks.

If there weren't differences in their facial features, why would they wear a mask?!
San Azu is not dead yet; he is staring wide-eyed at Jiang Dalang.

Jiang Dalang glanced at him and called down to the altar, "Has anyone seen the Third Village's ancestor? Come up and identify this person! He looks too young; he doesn't seem like the Third Village's ancestor!"

Those who can enter the old village to become Azu are all over fifty years old, and the mountain climate is harsh, so the mountain people all look older.

But the Third Ancestor in front of him looked to be in his prime, the age when he was ready to fight.

“We’ve all seen the Third Ancestor!” shouted the village chief, Aunt Alan, Aunt Wen, and some villagers in their thirties and forties who were still fighting below the altar.