Unal's voice was trembling, and he realized that the Han people he faced seemed a little different from those he had faced before.
At least the Han people in Yan State don't have the guts to directly kill people if they disagree.
"It's just a dog. If you kill it, you'll kill it. I don't think the messenger will mind, right?"
As Yuan Qing spoke, he took a step forward as if nothing had happened. The Mo Dao soldiers following him also immediately took a step forward. An invisible pressure suddenly made Unal break into cold sweat all over his body.
"you you……"
"What am I? Is it possible, Master Messenger, that you also think that the sentence he just scolded as a "Han dog" is right?"
As Yuan Qing spoke, he looked at Unal's neck with malicious intent.
The soldiers of the Mo Dao Army who were following behind him immediately put on a posture ready to attack at any time. Mo Dao held his hand behind him, and the tip of the knife rubbed against the bluestone ground, making a sharp stabbing sound.
"Gu——dong——"
"My lord, you are joking. He is responsible for all this..."
Unal swallowed hard and calmed down quickly.
"It seems that the messenger is sensible, but my brother is also a little reckless!"
The smile returned to Yuan Qing's face, but his current smile, in the eyes of these Wuhuan people, was not much different from the devil's smile.
"He deserves this. Even if the general doesn't kill him, I, I, I will kill him..."
After finally saying this, Unal felt that the clothes on his back were wet with cold sweat.
"If this is the case, then please cooperate with us, Mr. Messenger. Anyway, we can absolutely guarantee your safety in the city. Please don't do anything that can easily be misunderstood. Otherwise, it will be People will die! After all, Yanmen is a border town. If the people in this city are angered and do something bad, even our prefect will probably have to hold their noses and admit it..."
The threatening meaning in Yuan Qing's words made Unal feel that he was really stupid today. Why did he have to be this damn bird messenger?
Isn't it nice for him to be in a big tent, drinking wine, eating meat, and playing with women?
I have to come here and have some messy negotiations with these damn Han people.
But now, even if he regrets it, it's too late. People have already arrived, and he can only grit his teeth and carry on.
"Put down all your weapons!"
After gritting his teeth, he finally ordered dejectedly.
"grown ups!"
The soldiers around him suddenly became nervous. This meant that they had put down their weapons, and their lives depended on someone else's thoughts.
"Put the knife down!"
Unal gritted his teeth and yelled again.
"promise!"
Even though the soldiers around him were unwilling to do so, they could only obey the orders at this time and reluctantly put down their scimitars one by one.
In this flash of lightning, Unal had already thought clearly. Ever since they entered this city, their lives had depended on the Han people's thoughts. In fact, the scimitar in their hands could not To put it bluntly, it brings them a sense of security. This is just the last fig leaf.
However, fortunately, there are still 100,000 troops outside the city.
At least in the short term, their life safety can be guaranteed.
Of course, the premise of all this is that they will not anger these Han people.
But thinking about the purpose of his visit, Unal only felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Okay, let's go up and search them to see if he has any contraband on them! All the knives found will be dragged out and chopped by me!"
Although Yuan Qing's face was smiling, those Wuhuan people were really feeling chills down their backs.
Han Sanjin stepped forward again, grabbed a Wuhuan man, and pretended to start groping him.
In a short time, he took out a small half-foot-long dagger from his sleeve.
"What is this? Why didn't you hand it over just now? If you are so shameless, drag me out and chop him!"
Yuan Qing suddenly turned cold. A Mo Dao Army soldier on the side immediately stepped forward, grabbed the unarmed Wuhuan man, and stabbed him with his backhand.
"Sir, please wait!"
While Unal was speaking, the knife had already been chopped down, and a big head flew high into the air, and the whole person's soul was gone.
"That's just a small dagger used to eat meat. Does this count as a weapon? Don't you Han people use it?"
A soldier beside Unal cursed angrily.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I'm really sorry for this. My brothers are used to killing Huns. This knife cuts them in two. It feels so comfortable. You don't know that there are so many foreign races in the world. Among them, only the Huns are the most enjoyable to kill! The number of Huns who died at the hands of my brother is eight hundred if not one thousand! Hey, by the way, I seem to have digressed, where were we talking about just now? "
Han Sanjin followed him. Hearing Yuan Qing's nonsense here, his stomach twitched with laughter. In order to prevent these Wuhuan people from seeing his deformed face, he simply put down his visor. .
Unal's face was even more ugly. He actually wanted to get angry, but after listening to Yuan Qing's words, he felt like he was sweating all over his body.
"This is just a matter of different customs between the two sides. This is indeed not a weapon, it is just a dagger used to cut meat when we eat it..."
The soldiers around him were usually very arrogant and arrogant. He asked himself that even if he met the warriors of the Huns, they would still be able to fight.
But just now, under the hands of these Han people, they didn't even have a chance to resist. They were stabbed in two in one encounter!
Although, on the one hand, it is because they have no weapons in their hands, but on the other hand, the strength of these Han troops is indeed too scary!
They Wuhuan people are also a people on the grassland. Killing people and stealing goods is not a big deal on weekdays. It is easy to kill people, but it is not an easy task to split a person in half at once.
Not to mention humans, even cattle and sheep would have a very difficult time cutting off their heads with one knife, let alone splitting them into two pieces with one knife!
Like other ethnic groups on the grasslands, the Wuhuan people worship the strong. Just now, these soldiers of the Modao Army had already made them feel in awe with their small test.
