"Master Beishan Villa, are you surprised to see me?"
Zhao Ming leaned down and showed a warm smile.
Because of the mask, there was no blood on his face, and his smile looked particularly friendly.
It's just that the whole body is covered with plasma, but this face is clean, and it is closely associated with warmth, but it looks like a devil in the eyes of Beishan and other Maoming Anbu people.
"Zhao...Sir Zhao, thank you, thank you! I was blind to the fact that Taishan had been so aggressive with you before. Please, Chief Zhao, please let us, Maoming Anbu, go."
As he said this, Bei Shan lowered his head and his eyes were tangled. He knew very well that whether their Mao Ming Anbu could still exist today depended entirely on the young man in front of him.
I saw him kowtow violently again and begged, "Please, Chief Zhao, save our Maoming Anbu!"
The kowtowed head no longer lifted up this time. It hit the ground like a loyal believer praying for help from the gods.
"I don't quite understand what the owner of Beishan Villa means!~"
He was answered by a cold and suspicious voice.
Hearing this, the owner of Beishan Villa trembled all over. He slowly raised his head and looked into Zhao Ming's eyes again.
What I saw this time was naked coldness.
His eyes wandered, and he quickly seemed to make up his mind. He nodded and got up and walked towards Wang Beibei.
"Old man, we have been saved anyway. The worst we can do is to take the tribe out of here. The grassland is so big that there is always room for us!"
Seeing Beishan coming over, Wang Beibei persuaded in a low voice. When he saw it was Zhao Ming, he was also very shocked, but after the shock, there was a feeling of awkwardness.
Especially when he saw the owner of the village, Bei Shan, kowtowing in front of others like an ant, he felt even more unhappy.
"Give me your knife!"
"ah?"
"Give me!"
Seeing that the old man had such a tough attitude, Wang Beibei still hesitantly took off his sword and handed it over.
After taking the knife, Beishan was seen gently stroking the blade, as if he was looking at a peerless sword.
Wang Beibei looked a little confused. Isn't it just an ordinary saber? It comes in handy....
Phew!
"you you...."
Wang Beibei looked at the kind Beishan in front of him in disbelief, and then looked down at the blade that had been inserted into his chest.
The blood quickly soaked into the skirt of the clothes, and soon spread through the clothes to cover most of the chest.
Gurgling blood flowed on Wang Beibei's chest, and he held the blade with a look of disbelief on his face.
"The village owner! You... why... why?"
Hearing this, Beishan closed his eyes and sighed, "Wang Beibei, as I said before, you will be punished if you do something wrong.
We don’t have to die under the iron cavalry of the Outer Mongols, but now for the survival of the tribe, we can only let you die! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked Wang Beibei, knocking him to the ground, and pulled the blade out of his chest.
In an instant, blood sprayed out like a fountain. Wang Beibei was lying on the ground and his body began to cool down rapidly. His eyes were fixed on Beishan, the owner of the village.
Just as he couldn't figure out how Zhao Ming came to help, he also couldn't figure out why the owner of the village would do something to him.
However, Beishan didn't even look at him once more, and then looked at Zhao Ming with a flattering smile.
"Sir Zhao, are you satisfied? As for me, don't worry, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter. But I still want to take advantage of this period to settle the tribal affairs.
If you feel something is wrong, I will leave it to Chief Zhao to deal with it. "
Listening to these and looking at these, Zhao Ming did not expect that Beishan would be so ruthless.
He wanted an explanation, otherwise he would not be able to accept the people from Maoming Anbe.
"Oh? Master Beishan Villa, what you said is interesting. Did I ask you to do anything?"
Zhao Ming asked with a smile.
Hearing this, the owner of Beishan Villa was slightly startled, then nodded repeatedly and said with a smile, "Yes, yes! These are just old people who are good at making decisions."
"Did you hear that? The owner of the Beishan Village massacred the ranch workers without any reason, brutally killed a shepherd, let me take him down!"
Zhao Ming shouted loudly, and the next moment the two brothers quickly got off their horses and captured the old man Beishan.
Kitayama was being escorted with a smile on his face. He knew that Maoming Anbe was fine.
As for myself... one wrong step, one wrong step after another! ~
As people grow older, they see many things more clearly than others.
But before he was dragged down, he still shouted, "Sir Zhao, please treat our Maoming'an tribe well! They don't know anything. Everything was discussed between me and this bastard Wang Beibei."
Zhao Ming didn't look at him but just waved his hand, and Beishan was quickly dragged away like a dead dog.
He doesn't have much time to deal with such a bad old man. There are still many things to deal with tonight.
Searching for victims and guarding against further invasions from foreign Mongolia are extremely important.
"Master Zhao!"
Just then, Monkey ran over with a group of cavalry.
"What's going on with the Darhan tribe?" Zhao Ming asked directly.
The monkey had just come from the Darhan tribe, and with him was an acquaintance, Baoshan, the shepherd of Darhan.
"Master Zhao, the Darkhan tribe is very honest. Let this guy talk to you!"
As he said this, the monkey threw the treasure mountain tied to the horse's back off the horse.
"Baoshan thanks Chief Zhao for the rescue, but why? I..."
"alright!"
Zhao Ming waved his hand to interrupt Baoshan.
"I don't want to hear a lot of words, and I don't want to say anything. All I have to say is, I'll give you a cup of tea.
Divide all your men into two, the old and the weak, and the part that can mount and fight.
Leave those who can fight to me, and obey orders. If you don't, you'll be killed! "
Zhao Ming's words were concise and to the point.
If Baoshan had just defended himself when he opened his mouth before, Zhao Ming would definitely treat them the same way he treated Maoming Anbu.
But when he opened his mouth, he was filled with confusion and gratitude, without any intention of defending himself.
This is already essentially different from Maoming'anbu.
Zhao Ming didn't know what the two departments had conspired before, but he was sure that Darhan was smarter than Maoming'an.
"Sir Zhao! I will obey orders! Our Darkhan Department is willing to serve you!"
After hearing this, Baoshan agreed almost without thinking.
What happened tonight can be regarded as a disaster for their Darkhan tribe. Almost half of the young men suffered heavy casualties, and many women and children were robbed.
After this, the Darkhan tribe of three to four thousand people may only have one or two thousand people left, falling from a medium-to-large tribe to a small-to-medium tribe.
After giving orders to Baoshan in Darhan, Zhao Ming began to instruct his brothers to maintain vigilance and at the same time urged the herdsmen to pack their bags and drive away the herds of cattle, sheep and horses as soon as possible.
The only good news is that the Outer Mongolians were in such a hurry that they didn't care about the cattle and sheep, but they also suffered a lot of losses due to the chaotic situation.
But the number is still considerable, but it is a time-consuming and laborious task to drive so many people, cattle and sheep to Huozhongtun.
And Zhao Ming had to do this, otherwise with Huo Zhongtun's food reserves, it would be almost impossible for so many people to survive this winter.
"There's still a big battle!"
Zhao Ming sighed as he bent down to pick up a lost Manchu bow.
