"Ge Du! You bitch! Come out! If you are a man, come out!"
Zhang Zhao did not rush directly into the tent to find Ge Du, because he suddenly realized that he might be able to subdue these Uighur horse thieves.
This is more important than killing Ge Du. What he lacks now is people, right?
Moreover, before these Uighurs had time to burn, kill, and loot, they killed so many of them by themselves. They were not stained with the blood of the people in the village at all, and there was no psychological burden on them when they were conquered.
"Blind tiger! Prepare a fox tail for me! If Ge Duda Dagan still dares not come out, I will give this fox tail to him. I never expected that the famous bald tiger in Shazhou is actually a coward!"
Pay attention and be prepared to humiliate Ge Du as much as possible. Only when the insult reaches a certain level can these people take the initiative to cut off from Ge Du.
"Hahaha! Okay! Erlangjun, wait a moment, I'll ask someone to bring one over right now!"
When the danger was over, Qi Blind Hu's mood was very high. The Han men behind him also burst into laughter, and the grievances of the past two days were wiped away in one go.
They were happy, but the Uighurs on the other side all looked extremely ugly.
These Kucha Uighurs were moved by the Tubo people and lived in the Qilian Mountains for sixty or seventy years. They had already been tainted with the customs of the Tubo people in many aspects. Giving people fox tails was the ultimate method for the Tubo people to humiliate the weak and cowards.
Even though the Tubo Empire has now weakened into various Tubo tribes, in the Qingtang and Qilian Mountains, if you tell a Tubo man that you want to have a super-friendship relationship with his wife and daughter, according to the current customs of the Tubo people, they are very Probably won't take it seriously.
But if you dare to give a Tubo man a fox tail, if you are of equal status and strength, and he does not kill you or is killed by you, the family and tribe will be humiliated, and the descendants will not be able to hold their heads high.
So, when Qi Xiaohu took a salted fox tail and shook it towards Ge Du's tent, even Qiongre Duojin, who was lying on the ground with excessive blood loss, blushed.
"Dagan! Dagan! Dagan!"
There were about sixty or seventy Uighurs gathered at the entrance of the tent. They did not come up to confront the Han people on Zhang Zhao's side. Instead, they looked at Ge Du's tent and started shouting for Ge Du.
Because if Ge Du didn't come out, it would not only be him who would be humiliated, but all the Uighur horse thieves.
"Hahaha! What a bald tiger! What a Dagan! He's just a coward, didn't he run away?"
Old Zhang Zhong was particularly excited tonight. It felt like his grandfather told him about the bloody battle with Taibao Gong in Liangzhou and his return to Hexi.
He saw hope!
The Uighurs shouted for a long time, but there was still no sign of Ge Du. At this time, a very tall and strong Uighur man came out and said to Zhang Zhaoyi, cupping his hands.
"Erlangjun! Please allow us to leave for a while, and please wait a moment. We will definitely find Ge Du!"
"You can't do it, Mr. Erlang! Those horse thieves have no faith at all. They will definitely not come back again!"
Qi Xiaohu quickly said, these were dozens or hundreds of Uighur horse thieves, and they knew the location of the stronghold, so letting them go would be a big problem.
Zhang Zhao stared at the tall Uighur for a while, then waved his hand.
"You look like a warrior, so I'll give you a chance to wash away your shame. Even if Ge Du runs away, he won't be able to run far. Bring Ge Du here in two quarters of an hour. I will fight with him. No matter life or death, as long as Ge Du dares to come." , I will take back this fox tail!"
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang Erlang!" The strong man bowed his hands to Zhang Zhao.
"Huangyang'er, let's take five people each and we will definitely find Ge Du." The strong Uighur man shouted loudly. He didn't even use the honorific title of Dagan and called Ge Du directly.
As soon as he finished speaking, about ten people immediately emerged from the crowd. A few of them opened the curtains of the big tent and began to search from the position of the big tent. Another group of people divided into two groups and began to look up and down the stream.
"Sanniang, please take off the armor for someone!" Zhang Zhao saw Cao Sanniang with shining eyes in the crowd at a glance, like a little female cat. He laughed loudly and asked Cao Sanniang to come and remove his armor. Because he decided to do something bigger.
"Blind Tiger, boil the water and ask people to find herbs, preferably dry mugwort or thorngrass. Treat any injuries and bury them as they should!"
"Treat the injuries? Are we going to treat the injuries of these Uighurs?" Qi Blind Hu was stunned immediately, with a look of extreme reluctance on his face.
In the past two days, these Uighurs had disgusted him so much that they almost ate all the sheep in the village and drank all the millet wine that was not much in the first place. Now they were killed like wild dogs, and he had to treat their injuries. ?
Zhang Zhao had already taken off his skirt and armor under Lady Cao Sanni's service, and he patted Qi Blind Hu on the shoulder.
"When fighting men, swords and swords have no eyes on the battlefield. Who lives and who dies depends on their ability! Just now, each of them had his own master. They fought to the death and refused to retreat. They can be called good men. I, Zhang Zhao, still admire me very much. He deserves a certain Treat their injuries!"
After talking for a while, the Uighurs who stood around the big tent in a daze, and were a little surprised, looked much better.
In fact, they don't hate Zhang Zhao that much. They are just a gang of horse thieves, and their relationship is nothing more than fair-weather friends. They are already so difficult that they are horse bandits at the foot of the Qilian Mountains. What does loyalty and friends mean?
In order to survive, even blood relatives have to do that. Just like Zhang Zhao said, many people have long had the consciousness to kill or be killed.
"When you came here, it was Ge Du who brought you here to serve me as your master. A certain Zhang Zhao also wanted to bring you all together to create a better world and live a good life, but this Ge Du is so bold! He actually fell in love with me. Mr. Liao’s wife, do you think I should come and kill him?”
As Zhang Zhao spoke, he walked up to a Uighur who had his thigh stabbed through and was bleeding profusely.
As he spoke, he took out a hemp rope and tied it tightly on the Uighur's bleeding thigh, and then pressed a handful of slightly wet mugwort onto the bleeding wound. Within a few seconds, the bleeding wound It gradually stopped.
Zhang Zhao then took the white linen cloth boiled in boiling water from Shan Niang's hand, washed the wound clean, and then wrapped the white linen cloth around the wound layer by layer.
"Remember, the mugwort needs to be moistened like I did, the hemp rope needs to be tied tightly enough to stop bleeding, and the white linen must be boiled to reduce blood toxins!"
When a group of Uighurs saw that Zhang Zhao was really treating the wounded on their side, they immediately lowered their guard and felt a little shocked at the same time.
In this day and age, it is really rare for people to stop bleeding when faced with a knife wound. Not to mention those who understand medical skills, even those who can write their own names are rare.
"What are you still doing? Come here and help me! Why are you still holding swords and guns? Put them down!"
Zhang Zhao waved his hand very naturally. The first sentence was said to the stunned Uighurs, and the latter sentence was said to the Han Ding Zhuang behind him.
As he spoke, Zhang Zhao walked up to the sword and shield wielder whose head was beheaded by him, looked at the headless corpse and shook his head.
"He is a brave man. If I had not worn a sling today, you would have almost succeeded!"
"Erlangjun, the head is here!" Just as Zhang Zhao raised his head and looked around, Mrs. Cao Sanni came over from a distance carrying a black head with blood clots falling off it.
Zhang Zhao touched his chin, this woman is really not simple! With just a few words, when Zhang Zhong and Qi Xiaohu still didn't understand why Zhang Zhao wanted to treat the Uighurs' injuries, Cao Sanniang already knew what Zhang Zhao was going to do, and even helped him pick up the head of the sword and shield hand. return.
"Erlang Jun wants to bury this warrior, and he will diligently read the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra". He is willing to chant sutras for the soul of this warrior to save him, so that he can reach bliss as soon as possible!"
