"Come on, come on! Come all over!"
Du Chengfeng shouted from the front, and the prairie warriors followed closely, but this time they did not raise their weapons, but regarded the rider holding the burning blade in front as their savior - - Even if the other party was an enemy not long ago, no matter what, it is better to be captured by the enemy than to be killed by one of your own people.
Moreover, what reassured these prairie people was that the rider holding the flaming blade did not kill them.
Not only did the other party not kill them, they even greeted them warmly. After taking them to a secluded alley, the rider holding the fire blade even broke through the wall nearby and searched for a gun from the nearby residence. Wine and food were brought out and given to them.
God knows why these supplies were hidden in the wall, but this warm and hospitable atmosphere made these prairie soldiers who had once again escaped death relax.
Just look at the words and demeanor of the Flaming Blade Rider, as well as the fierce momentum in his actions. If the other person is not wearing southern clothes, he is simply a prairie man - and judging from the accent and temperament, he is even Ji. The people from the Qingyang tribe near the north made these prairie warriors more fond of them.
Surrendering to the Southerners might be a bit embarrassing, but surrendering to the brothers of the Qingyang Tribe seems reasonable?
But does the Qingyang Department still exist?
"Now is not the time to talk about this stuff."
Du Chengfeng, who had eaten and drank enough, wiped his mouth and lowered his voice to the hundreds of prairie soldiers who were following him.
"First of all, let's make sure that you don't want to die, right?"
"In no mood."
All the prairie soldiers nodded.
Although they are all good men with strong wills as strong as iron, they will not be afraid of fighting or timid. Even if they are wrapped in horse leather, it does not matter to these warriors who regard death as home - but no matter how they regard death as home, at least they must die in battle. That's fine. What does it mean to be killed by one of your own people for no reason like this?
As their immediate superior, the Imperial Advisor, who was supposed to lead them to victory, was now trying to kill them. Instead, it was the enemy they were fighting with before, the Burning Blade Rider who had slaughtered so many prairie warriors. , but now he is sharing wine and meat with them, even good wine and meat.
It's too ridiculous to be understood. There are some smart people among these prairie warriors, but no matter how hard they rack their brains, they still can't understand what is going on.
Okay, if you can't understand it, then don't understand it. Anyway, they are not dead now, and the meat and wine they eat are real.
Even if they were asked to die now, they accepted it. At least, everyone had a good meal before going on the road.
But the Flaming Blade Rider still didn't kill them.
"Come with me when you're full."
He got on his horse and Du Chengfeng led the way.
"I know you want to live, but it's hard to find a safe place in the city now... Fortunately, I also know a hidden place, and no one will find you there."
Hearing that they had a way to survive, a group of prairie soldiers naturally followed them. After eating and drinking enough, they had completely given up thinking. They would listen to whoever could let them survive.
So, after a short run, these prairie warriors came to the depths of the underground arsenal and came to the huge word "Benevolence".
"It's... really safe here."
The grassland soldiers did not recognize the word "nanren", but they knew that at this moment, the depths of the ground were undoubtedly the safest place - not to mention that they could smell the faint aroma of wine here, and this meant that that The Burning Blade Riders also prepared wine for them.
Such attentive hospitality made the grassland soldiers even more confused.
"This... strong man."
The grassland soldier who looked like a leader spoke with difficulty.
"In the past, the two armies fought, and many people were offended. This is indeed our fault, but now the strong man does not kill us, and even protects us... Why is this?"
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"what is this?"
On the other side of Yanzhou City, Xiang Rong, who was chasing those grassland soldiers, was also quite confused.
Originally, according to his judgment, he should be competing with the monster for food at this moment. The monster would strengthen itself in the killing, and the Overlord's Halberd would gradually regain its strength in the blood sacrifice--and after that, in When the two sides are almost killed, they will engage in a life-and-death battle to see whether he will be eaten by the monster, or whether this overlord's halberd will usher in a new life.
But now, just as his side started killing people in full swing, the other side stopped killing.
Not only did the monsters on the opposite side not kill them, they even took the initiative to rescue the prairie warriors. Whenever he blocked some prairie warriors and was about to kill him, the monster holding the fire blade high would jump out from a distance and shout at these prairie warriors to run away - the most outrageous thing was, The other party actually spoke with the accent of the Qingyang tribe, and the familiar prairie accent almost made these prairie soldiers choose to follow him without hesitation.
Of course, some prairie warriors were a little more cautious. They still remembered how the burning blade slaughtered the prairie people before, so they hesitated for a moment and did not step forward.
Then these smart people had their heads cut off by Xiang Rong who came over.
Under the nourishment of blood and life, this old Overlord's halberd gradually gained a bit of luster, and under the infiltration of evil spirit, some red feathers grew on the side of Xiang Rong's face - strictly speaking Although it is not a good sign, the excessive evil spirit has begun to make him move towards an inhuman posture, but at this moment, Xiang Rong can no longer care about this. He needs the power brought by this evil spirit even more.
As long as the Overlord's Halberd can be restored a little more, Fenghua's changes can be suppressed. As long as more people are killed, everything will be fine!
Just kill more.
So why do these damn prairie people always run after the enemy shouts?
How could he kill him?
"Next time I should shout first!"
Although he was pulled several times, Xiang Rong still didn't understand what the monster wanted to do, but he at least knew how to deal with the monster.
Yes, he is the national master of the grassland, and he has more say among the soldiers of the grassland. When the monster appeared, he first said "Follow me". There were enemies on one side and one of our own on the other. How could those prairie warriors not follow him?
After all, in the enemy's hand, there was a fire blade several feet long. If he waved this thing gently, a lot of people would die.
And the halberd in his hand... He looks like a cavalry commander now, so what's wrong with carrying a weapon?
Compared with the monster carrying the flaming blade, he is more like the savior of these grassland people - not to mention that the monster does not dare to be hostile to him. He can just rush over, force the monster back, and then have it all to himself All the bait in sight.
It can only be said that young people are still too flamboyant and do not understand the principle of restraint. They like to express their evil spirits so much, but they will scare people away.
"Haha, I caught you!"
Seeing that familiar figure once again appear on the street corner in the distance, Xiang Rong couldn't help but smile, and he was about to roar loudly.
But immediately, Xiang Rong couldn't laugh anymore.
"what is that?"
Xiang Rong once thought he was dazzled.
He must be dazzled, otherwise this kind of thing would be unreasonable, really unreasonable.
The monster's weapon should obviously be a flaming blade.
But why is it that what he sees at this moment is the Phoenix General Flag?
"How can it be?"
Xiang Rong rubbed his eyes vigorously.
However, in his sight, the old Phoenix battle flag was still fluttering in the wind.
"Run! Follow me!"
Following the order, many prairie warriors gathered towards the big flag, like birds flocking to the phoenix.
In a daze, Xiang Rong even thought he saw the great Chu of the past.
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