C300 Tianshan Ice Palms

Yu Wenzhao thought for a moment. "Behead these people, hang them up and get these bastards to watch!"

Shitou nodded boldly and walked out of the tent, chasing after Fan Zili.

As expected, the Mongolian soldiers beheaded all those who surrendered, while a centurion mounted his horse and raised his bamboo pole, and with a few hundred heads, he circled around the Wu Dang Mountain