Feng Bin, who was watching his men ruthlessly massacre the Muhar tribe, suddenly received the news.
"Lord Commander, the old man who just claimed to be the high priest of the Muhar Tribe wants to see you."
Feng Bin raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I thought they could be so tough.
Bring him to see the general! "
"promise!"
Soon, Bayan Mengke, who was still energetic just now but now as languid as a candle in the wind, appeared in front of Feng Bin again.
"General Feng, let them stop!"
Feng Bin glanced at him and sneered: "Why?"
Bayan Mengke sighed: "The general just wants to kill enough people to give an explanation to Tian Khan. Our Muhar Department will provide enough people to take over Tian Khan's punishment. General, please stop."
"Hmph! If I had known this would happen, why would I have done it in the first place! Just now, I asked you to send someone out by yourself, but you didn't want to. Why are you willing now?"
Feng Bin said coldly.
"I am too arrogant. Please show mercy, general." Bayan Mengke could only say in a pleading tone.
With that said, he knelt down directly in front of Feng Bin with a plop.
After a long time, Feng Bin finally snorted and ordered: "Let everyone come back!"
"promise!"
Someone immediately went to deliver the order, and Feng Bin turned to Bayan Mengke who was still kneeling on the ground and said coldly:
"I only give you half an hour. After half an hour, all the damned people will come out with their hands tied.
If there are not enough people by then, if there is one less, we will kill two more!
It's up to you! Don't say I didn't warn you ahead of time. "
"Thanks! Thanks General! We'll be ready!"
Bayan Mengke knocked his head heavily on the ground, Feng Bin snorted and turned around to leave.
At this time, the Yunzhou Army, who had just killed people on sight in the tribe, quickly retreated amidst the sound of the horn to withdraw their troops, and lined up again and stood back at their positions.
Pork, who was blocked outside just now, hurried in and helped the high priest up on the ground: "High priest, are you okay?"
Bayan Mengke waved his hand, turned around and ordered: "Let all the clan members gather together. We only have half an hour. If we exceed it, if one person is missing, the other party will kill two more."
"Damn! They bastards!"
As soon as Pork heard this, he clenched his fists and was about to explode, but the high priest shook his head and stopped him.
“Okay Pork, don’t mess around, otherwise you are harming the tribe.
The jungle of the jungle means that we are not as strong as the other party, so we can only act according to the other party's rules.
Go and inform everyone! "
"Yes, High Priest."
It was obvious that Pork was still unwilling, but he was not stupid. He knew that the high priest was right. He alone could not save the entire tribe. If he went back and acted impulsively, he would only end up harming the entire tribe.
It's fine if he dies, but he can't drag down the tribe, just like the soldiers just didn't want to drag down their families because of themselves.
Soon, all the senior leaders of the Hamur tribe gathered together. After listening to the conditions conveyed by the high priest, someone immediately asked: "How should these candidates be selected?"
The high priest's eyes were deep, and he said after a while: "Prioritize the selection of the old people in the tribe. We old guys are of no use anymore. If we can leave more young people for the tribe, it will be worth it."
Everyone was silent, and then nodded in unison. There was nothing unacceptable to them.
When the White Disaster comes on the grassland, the elders in the tribe will always be placed at the outermost edge of the tribe. To put it bluntly, these elders are destined to be sacrificed on the grassland.
"But the number of elderly people is still far behind."
There is humanity.
Bayan Mengke wrapped the cotton clothes around him tightly, and then said in a cold tone: "Then use a woman!
Especially the women snatched from those small tribes, fill them all in!
They are the disaster stars. If it weren't for these damn small tribes, how could our Muhar tribe be so humiliated! "
Bayan Mengke's eyes flashed with hatred.
The other people in the tent obviously had the same idea, and without even hesitation, they nodded in agreement, taking women, especially the tribesmen who were captured from small tribes, as the basis for their decision.
But after final calculation, the number of people was still not enough.
At this moment, the curtain of the big tent was suddenly opened, and the door was densely packed with strong men from the Muhar tribe.
"High Priest, let us make up the final number. We are all orphans. The tribe has raised us. Now it is time for us to repay the tribe!"
Bayan Mengke and others came out and took a look. Unexpectedly, they were surrounded by tribesmen outside.
And at the front of the crowd, there were many young men from many tribes.
Many of them are known to the high priest. Their parents died fighting for the tribe and they were raised by the tribe.
Now that he took the initiative to stand up, Bayan burst into tears instantly, but he didn't know how to refuse.
After a while, after forcing back the tears from the corners of his eyes, Bayan Mengke took a deep breath and nodded heavily.
…
Half an hour later.
Outside the Muhar tribe, a series of people with their hands and feet bound slowly walked out towards the Muhar tribe, and then under the guidance of the Yunzhou Army, they walked to where they should stand and stood up.
This process lasted for nearly half an hour before it was over.
During this period, the soldiers of the Yunzhou Army noticed that all the women among these people were laughing, and they did not look afraid at all.
Of course they are not afraid anymore. They are all women from the tribes that were annexed by Muhar. When they learned that the Muhar tribe was forced to come by Tian Khan, they wanted to kill twice the population of their tribe as punishment. They are going crazy with joy!
Retribution! retribution!
They killed their father, brothers, children, mother, and even all their relatives, and also destroyed their tribe. Now it was finally their turn to suffer. How could they not be happy.
Even if they understand that they are also regarded as the top ones, they are still very happy because they know very well that their numbers are not large.
In order to make up this amount, the Muhar tribe will have to shed a lot of blood no matter what.
Sure enough, they saw many young men from the Muhar tribe in the crowd.
This made them even happier.
Even if you are going to die next moment!
Whoosh whoosh! ! !
There was a sound of machine gunfire, and the overwhelming rain of crossbow arrows instantly enveloped the crowd on the opposite side that they had arranged to stand together.
With the sound of sharp weapons being penetrated into the flesh, these Muhar people who were selected for death were instantly harvested one after another like wheat, and they fell down in rows!
In the hands of the crossbows, some hands were shaking.
Such killings put too much pressure on him. It was not like being on a battlefield, life and death. This was naked massacre!
Feng Bin, who was patrolling, saw him, walked to his side, looked at his trembling hands and suddenly said:
“Once upon a time, my parents were killed by these Tatars.
In the eyes of these foreigners, we Song people are just two-legged sheep, their spare food.
Now, it's just tit for tat.
Hold the weapon in your hand tightly so that every arrow it shoots can hit the Tatars, even if it is just for the Song people who were mercilessly killed by them. "
The next moment, the crossbowman's hand stopped shaking, the crossbow machine stabilized, and he changed the crossbow box three minutes faster than others!
The force of pulling the trigger is also stronger!
…
(End of chapter)
