"Okay, don't be so afraid, I won't eat you."
Zhang Qi wiped his face comfortably, threw the linen cloth to a female soldier standing next to him, and said peacefully.
The kneeling people in the tribe thought, thinking that if you didn't start killing people as soon as you came in, they might still be able to believe it.
Look at the water in the pot. The red water is all human blood.
"Speaking of which, you should be the last tribe I attack. So, give me an apple."
Zhang Qi waved his hand, and the Hun man from the Atai tribe who was now promoted to a centurion respectfully presented a green-red apple to Zhang Qi.
This was what he had brought from the world of cavalry and cutting. After the first display, these trapped Huns cavalrymen began to be devoted to him just like the miraculous display in the camp.
After taking a bite of a fresh apple, the juice from the pulp flowed down the corner of Zhang Qi's mouth.
"It's your misfortune too. I had planned to withdraw my troops and go back. Who told you that your warning range was so far away? If not, I would have found you by following the tail you left."
The tribesmen swallowed their saliva. There were not many green vegetables that the Huns could eat, let alone the harsh winter months. The temptation exuded by the green and red apples in Zhang Qi's hand was comparable to a delicious meat meal.
"How about it? I've given you so much time to think about it. Just follow me from now on."
As he spoke, Zhang Qi leaned back, and the traveling horse took two steps forward in time, letting Zhang Qi lean against it.
Ten days of looting and killing have changed Zhang Qi's mental outlook. Now he exudes a bandit spirit, resembling the big boss of the mountain village.
Zhang Qi gnawed on the apple lazily, but his eyes were fixed on the leader of the kneeling people.
This tribe was stronger than the tribes he had plundered before. Not only did they have vigilant rangers, but this tribe also had the most decent counterattack power and will.
In order to capture this tribe, his army of servants killed and wounded more than a dozen people, all of whom were shot through the chest with an arrow.
The man who shot the arrow was kneeling on the ground at the moment, and he was the closest to Zhang Qi. He had also used common words before, but the people in this tribe were waiting for the reaction of the young man who led the tribe, which was strange.
"No, try it."
After eating half of an apple, Zhang Qi threw it in front of the leading young man on the ground.
The latter looked at Zhang Qi with an arrogant look: "Barbarian, put away that face of yours. If my grandfather hadn't brought people to Shan Yuting, you guys would be nothing!"
"Yo." Zhang Qi was aroused by the other party's name. This kid is really brave. The battle has been over for two or three hours, and it was only now that he spoke for the first time.
"You say I'm a barbarian?!"
Zhang Qi became interested.
"Han people?"
Zhang Qi walked to the young man's side and knelt down, picked up half an apple on the snow, and stuffed it into the mouth of a young boy who was looking at it.
"The Han people who are like his mother, the labor and management are upright Qin people!"
"Qin people!! Do you understand, barbarians!"
Perhaps Zhang Qi's words touched some of the young man's inner feelings. The young man who was kneeling on the ground struggled and pounced on Zhang Qi.
Zhang Qixicai, but the female soldiers behind him didn't know that. They didn't bother to care about the Han people or the Qin people. As long as someone wanted to harm their master, it would be treason!
Several female soldiers kicked the young man to the ground and stepped on the young man's face with one foot.
"Bold! What qualifications do you have to insult my lord? If you dare to yell louder again, I will kill you!"
Naqi's foot stepped on the young man's face, and a long knife was pressed against his throat.
"Qin people?"
"The Qin people who were ruled under the Xiongnu tent?"
"Don't embarrass the old Qin people."
Zhang Qi mocked back unceremoniously.
The composition of the Huns is diverse. Except for Shan, who is controlled by the Luotang clan, it has long been difficult to tell who is who.
You just said that the Huns have the blood of Emperor Zhou, and Zhang Qi was not shocked at all.
Standing up in front of the young man, Zhang Qi patted some floating snow on his body and sighed: "It seems that your grandpa is not here, so you are in big trouble."
"Hey, kid, I'll give you one last chance. Bring your people and surrender to me. I'll give you a chance to regain your status as a Qin citizen. It's not impossible to fight in the Han Dynasty in the future."
"You can even surrender to the Huns, so I, a Han Chinese with the same Chinese blood as you, must be more attractive than the Huns."
"What do you think?"
Zhang Qi's eyes were slightly misty. He had no patience anymore. If this person still didn't make enough money, then he wouldn't be polite anymore.
There were only a few hundred people. If he hadn't seen how well they advanced and retreated when being attacked, as if they had military experience, he would have taken action long ago.
"you!"
Being stepped on in the face, the veins in the young man's neck were exposed. He looked at Zhang Qi, and then sighed: "Ask your people to take their feet away."
"That's it."
Zhang Qi shouted softly, and then he put away his knife and returned to Zhang Qi's side.
"Are you Han Chinese?"
The young man stood up and looked at Zhang Qi.
"Yes." Zhang Qi nodded.
The young man looked back at the tribesmen around him, then at the glaring troops around him, and half-knelt in front of Zhang Qi: "The plow tribe... is willing to surrender."
"Isn't it better soon? If you show off your youthful anger, you will get beaten in vain."
Zhang Qi patted the floating snow on the young man's shoulder, and a spiritual point quietly fell.
Maybe it's because the spiritual points are integrating very slowly because they just surrendered, but Zhang Qi doesn't mind. As long as the spiritual points can be integrated, it means that this person really has the intention to surrender.
"What's it called?"
Zhang Qi waved, and two apples were put into his hands. He handed one to the young man, Zhang Qi bit the apple and asked casually.
"Wang Li, known to the outside world as Li Mu Tai."
After surrendering, the young man, Wang Li, was a little stooped. He replied weakly to Zhang Qi, and then bit the apple in his hand as if to vent his anger.
"You have a surname and a name." Zhang Qi looked at him in surprise again.
Then they waved their hands, and the female soldiers stepped forward to distribute food to those kneeling on the ground.
"Your people are still under your control. Don't be discouraged. Isn't it better to fight the Huns with me in the future than to be a dog to the Huns now?"
Zhang Qi casually put his arm around Wang Li's shoulders, which made the young man feel uncomfortable for a moment, but after listening to Zhang Qi's words, he nodded.
"You're right. I asked Grandpa to leave several times, but he always said it wasn't time yet. It would be nice if you came."
Wang Li looked a little melancholy and began to tell Zhang Qi his story.
"I grew up on the grassland since I was a child. When I was a child, I listened to my grandfather telling stories about the Great Wall..."
