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The entire battle lasted only a short "two-quarters of an hour" and ended with a complete victory for the Han army.
Under the rampage of the Yulin Guards, corpses were everywhere in the Montuo tribe. The Han army's cavalry carried out Zhu Ling's orders to the end. Anyone holding a weapon, regardless of knife, fork or stick, would not hesitate to kill anyone who was considered a threat.
Fortunately, this world is not bound by the Geneva Convention and there is no organization like the United Nations. Otherwise, this group of wolf-like Han soldiers will definitely be sanctioned by the International Court of Justice.
"What are you waiting for! Hurry up!"
Mengtuo, Jiewu and a group of elders in the tribe were pushed by a team leader named Tieniu and brought them to Zhu Ling.
At this time, Zhu Ling was enjoying the delicacies left over from the tribe's wedding banquet. He was sitting with his soldiers in front of a bonfire, sprinkling the salt and seasonings he brought with him on a piece of roasted mutton.
After chewing a piece of mutton leg in one bite, Zhu Ling chewed for a while, his mouth was full of oil, and his expression was extremely satisfying.
When Mengtuo was brought to Zhu Ling, Zhu Ling asked without raising his head: "Are you the patriarch here?"
Mengtuo snorted, looked up at the sky with an arrogant look, and ignored Zhu Ling.
Seeing that Meng Tuo didn't respond, Zhu Ling raised his head and glanced at Meng Tuo, and then winked at Tieniu standing next to him.
Tieniu understood this and immediately kicked Mento over and cursed: "You barbarian, how dare you pretend at this time! Are you deaf when the general asks you?"
After saying that, he punched and kicked Monto again, until he was lying on the ground in agony.
"Don't hurt our clan leader! Come at me if you dare!" Jiewu shouted heartbreakingly when he saw his clan leader being humiliated.
Hearing this, Tieniu turned around and looked at Jiewu with a ferocious smile on his face: "What are you talking about? Are you laughing at me, Master Jun? I'll go~"
After that, without saying a word, Tieniu picked up the scabbard and hit Jiewu on the head, causing Jiewu's face to be covered with blood.
Seeing such a violent scene in the eyes of the captive tribal women, they were too frightened to speak out.
After another round of punches and kicks, Zhu Ling dropped the half-eaten leg of lamb and said casually: "Okay, okay, stop fighting. I have something else to ask them, general."
Tieniu and his soldiers stopped and forced Mengtuo and Jiewu to kneel in front of Zhu Ling.
Zhu Ling licked the oil on his fingers, then stared at the two of them with cold eyes and asked, "I'll give you a way to survive. Tell you the location of the Utusan tribe and let you go."
Zhu Ling spoke nonsense, and of course the two of them understood the meaning of his words.
The Utusang tribe is the largest tribe in this area, with more than 20,000 people in the tribe. Even if the royal court recruits a large number of strong men to go to the front line of Xuanwu Pass, there are still many warriors who are good at fighting in the tribe.
How dare the Han army in front of us, which consisted of only a few hundred men, dare to attack Utusang? Aren't you looking for death?
"You devil executioners! When the Holy Emperor finds out, he will definitely kill you!" An old man from the Mentuo tribe scolded Zhu Ling.
Zhu Ling frowned slightly and nodded to the soldiers beside him.
Then, the soldier stood up decisively and came to the old man. He grabbed his hair and dragged him out of the crowd. Then he drew out his sword and slit his throat. Hot blood immediately splashed into the air.
"Throw it to the dead!"
Zhu Ling gave an order, and after dragging the old man away, he continued to look at Mengtuo and said, "Don't test my general's patience. Answering the questions I asked honestly will be good for both you and me."
"Kill if you want. We, the warriors of the Mengluo Empire, are never afraid of death!" Jie Wu shouted loudly, not at all frightened by the brutal methods of the Han army.
"This general will honor your loyalty and bravery. If you pull him over, I will treat you like a hero on the grassland and send this brave man on his way!"
After Zhu Ling gave the order, Tieniu and several soldiers immediately swarmed forward and pulled Jiewu out of the crowd, and then brought him to a piece of soft grass.
On this grassland, there were probably dozens of aliens buried in the soil, with only their heads exposed to the air.
Jiewu was pushed into a dug pit, and then buried with soil by the soldiers. Like his companions around him, only his head was exposed above the soil.
Cries, begging for mercy, and curses kept coming from the mouths of these heads. Standing in front of them was a group of cavalry consisting of dozens of people.
From Jie Wu's eyes, he could clearly see that the hooves of those war horses were wrapped in thick horseshoes, and he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.
"Beasts! The Holy Emperor will not let you go! Despicable Chinese dogs, you will not die well!"
Jiewu knew what would happen to him, so he cursed loudly to cover up his inner fear.
Tieniu sneered sinisterly, then mounted his horse and loudly ordered: "General Zhu has an order. These barbarians are disobedient and should be punished. The entire army will obey the order and charge!"
"Drink~~"
"Xilulu~~"
Neat shouts echoed, and twenty cavalrymen stepped on their stirrups at the same time. The horses immediately showed a uniform speed and rushed toward the heads.
"Mother Earth, save your followers!"
"Mom, my son can no longer be by your side!"
"I surrender! I don't want to die! Please forgive me, noble heavenly host, I am willing to be your slave!"
For a moment, each "head" shouted loudly, making the last sound in his life.
"Click da da~ click da da~"
"Xu~"
"Ah~~"
"No~~"
Amidst the roar of the war horses, iron hoofs ruthlessly passed in front of their eyes. Many of the tortured people groaned in despair. Some were frightened to death by this scene and died before the horses' hoofs crushed their heads...
After a while, blood and brains mixed together on the grass, emitting an unpleasant smell. No complete head was found, and it was impossible to tell who was who. The entire tribe was filled with only two words -
hell!
After Tieniu reported back, Zhu Ling still looked at Mengtuo with a cold expression: "Where is the Utusang tribe? If you don't tell them, none of you will survive."
But Mengtuo remained silent and looked at Zhu Ling angrily.
Zhu Ling thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Are you waiting for reinforcements to deliberately delay? I just have something I want to show you."
After finishing speaking, a soldier threw a freshly dried cloth bag with blood stains in front of Mengtuo. The moment the cloth bag was scattered, Mengtuo's last persistence suddenly collapsed...
"Nintz! It's Nintz!"
This head is none other than Ningzi, who is about to become his son-in-law.
Seeing this, Zhu Ling said with a little surprise: "It seems that you know this person? Yesterday, the Japanese general met a team of hundreds of people on the way.
They came towards you with cattle, sheep and countless pieces of salt and cloth, and I killed them along the way. Now it seems that this man is probably your future son-in-law, right?
I'm really sorry. He was unwilling to surrender, so I, the general, had no choice but to kill him. I deeply regret the trouble this has caused you. "
At this time, Mengtuo stopped insisting and immediately asked Zhu Ling with tears streaming down his face: "Are you true to your word? Just tell us about the Utusan tribe and we will be saved from death?"
Zhu Ling nodded and replied ambiguously: "Our Yulin Guards are very trustworthy. As long as you are indeed friends of the Han Dynasty, we can naturally spare your life!"
