"Mr. Song, please speak?"
"Hunt without killing." Song Che said softly, "Hunting never says that you must kill the prey."
Bach looked at Song Che and his voice became colder: "Since I can remember, there has never been a living animal in the hunt. Mr. Song...could it be that he saw that he was a Liang man and wanted to save his life?"
"I admit that I have this idea. After all, he is my compatriot. I can't bear to slaughter him like an animal. However." Song Che paused and waved to Bach, indicating that he could come over and whisper.
Bach was doubtful and put his ear to Song Che's. After listening to Song Che's words, his eyes widened: "Is Mr. Song's words true?"
Song Che pointed to his head: "If this plan goes wrong, Your Highness can kill Song Xiang."
"Okay, this is what you said!" Bach and his entourage waved their hands, and everyone put down their bows and arrows and retreated.
Song Che shouted to the slave on the tree: "Fellow, they won't kill you, why don't you come down first?"
But the slave hugged the tree trunk tightly, cried and shook his head vigorously, "I don't believe you, I don't believe you..."
Song Che felt a little heartbroken for no reason. Look, what did he force him to do?
"Get the fuck down right now, or I'll shoot you to death with an arrow!" Bach cursed.
"Yes, fellow man, if we really wanted to kill you, we would have done it a long time ago. Hurry up, hurry up." Song Che urged. If he didn't hurry up, these hunters would really lose their patience if they couldn't save everyone.
The slave shivered and shrank down from the tree. His hands and feet were turned purple from the cold, and he was shivering with fear and cold.
Song Che pulled out his knife, cut off two pieces of the velvet robe, threw it to the slave and said, "Here, wrap your bare feet. We still have a long way to go, so don't freeze."
The man picked up the piece of cloth on the ground. The warmth of a foreign country and the timely help made his eyes wet with tears in an instant.
"If the man bleeds or sheds tears, hold it back for me." Song Che commanded.
The man hummed heavily, wiped the tears from his face, wrapped his feet, limped to Song Che's side, and helped him lead the horse.
"Everyone, listen. If you see prey later, don't shoot them. Just capture them. I will be of great use." Bach ordered his followers, and then continued to search in the woods with his hunting dogs.
Although the slaves hid very secretly, they still had nowhere to hide in front of the hunting dogs with keen sense of smell. Soon, the second slave was found in the snowdrift. When he was dug out, he was almost unconscious from the cold. , Song Che drank several large gulps of wine for him before he calmed down a little,
Then Song Che incorporated him into the team again, and as before, cut off his own velvet robe to make him a pair of cotton boots to prevent his feet from freezing.
"Mr. Song, the lives of these slaves are not even worth as much as your velvet robes, so why are you doing this?" Bach and many of his followers expressed their disbelief at Song Che's behavior.
How can I say that I have no clothes, but I share the same robe with you? All people of flesh and blood are brothers. Song Che didn't bother to explain to him that a nation that took pleasure in killing people would not understand this emotion.
Gradually, the third slave and the fourth slave were found by hunting dogs one after another and joined the team at Song Che's call.
With this move, many slaves hiding in the forest "looked at the wind and descended" and walked out without any need to say hello.
Two hours later, the hunting was about to end. There were nineteen more slaves in Bach's team, and Song Che's velvet robes were all divided up.
"Mr. Song, if we bring so many living people back, it will be difficult for Sultan and Kuimu to convince you, right?" When approaching Linkou, Bach was already a little worried. He pulled out the knife on the saddle and said, "Why don't you let me kill them?" , anyway, hunting only counts heads!”
The slaves were panicked, like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and they crowded behind Song Che in panic.
Song Che said sternly: "Has Your Highness forgotten what I just whispered? These slaves are just a lure. Don't throw away the watermelon for sesame seeds."
Although Bach did not kill anyone, he did not put down the knife in his hand.
"It's actually very simple for Your Highness to convince others," Song Che turned around and said to the slaves behind him: "Listen carefully, from now on, you are all slaves subdued by Prince Bach himself. Since you have fought, you must have scars;
If you want to survive, you must cooperate in performing this cruel trick. Now you are fighting each other and creating some scars on your faces. "
The slaves looked at each other, each felt cruel, rolled up their sleeves and started beating each other. They have no choice in order to survive.
Song Che couldn't bear to see his compatriots killing each other, so he looked up at the sky helplessly. The gray color seemed to have made him cry.
"Hit me! You're welcome, hit me hard!" Bach and his entourage watched with gusto.
Song Che clenched his fists tightly, having no choice but to rely on others and be controlled by others, otherwise he really wanted to go up and slap these guys who were gloating about their misfortune!
"Your Highness."
"how?"
"Since they were subdued by you yourself, if you can also bring some injuries, it will be more convincing, and the Great Khan will think you are braver." Song Che said softly.
Bach hesitated for a moment, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, and he drew the knife and slashed his left shoulder. Without even blinking, he said to his entourage: "Listen carefully, the knife wound on my hand is... When I was catching slaves with my own hands, I was accidentally injured by the slaves, do you understand?"
All the followers responded and understood.
Soon, all the slaves were bruised and swollen. Song Che asked them to tear off the strips of cloth on their feet, then tied their hands with ropes, and Bach led him out of the woods.
Sudan and Kuimu had already returned to the meeting place. They each had a basket of bloody heads in front of them. Sudan had a proud face and Kuimu had a sullen face. It was obvious that the former had hunted more prey than the latter.
"Look, the third prince is back too!"
"Hey, how did he catch all the slaves?"
"Great Khan, the third prince...he is injured!"
Bach turned over and dismounted, covered his bleeding arm, knelt down in front of Timur, gritted his teeth and said:
"Father Khan, Mr. Song said that today is your birthday and it is not appropriate to kill. After hearing this, I thought it was reasonable, so I did not shoot these slaves, but went to capture them with my bare hands. Unexpectedly, I still underestimated the enemy and was accidentally killed. He grabbed the saber and wounded his arm..."
All the attendants hurriedly followed suit and knelt down, "It was us who failed to protect His Highness, please be punished by the Great Khan!"
When Tamerlane saw that Bach was injured, he immediately sat up in shock and hurriedly called out: "Send the imperial doctor quickly to treat my son's injury!"
Looking at Sultan and Kuimu, I felt so envious and envious.
"2024, all your wishes come true, happy new year everyone!!"
