On the wall of the camp!

A middle-aged man dressed in animal skins and wearing a fancy hat on his head looked at the enemy who suddenly appeared not far away with a heavy face.

"Damn it, Dan, you brought them in, you must have offended the gods to cause such a catastrophe for my people!" The middle-aged man's face was gloomy and said, "Come on, sacrifice him to the respected gods, in order to pray for the forgiveness of the gods and relieve this catastrophe for our clan!" ”

Soon, the native who had been discovered by Wang Fugui and the others was controlled by his companions.

It's not just their leaders who are afraid, these people are also afraid.

Take a look at the outfits of the gang across the street, right?

He was wearing bright clothes, a helmet on his head, and even the weapons in his hands were varied, and they looked terrifying.

And the way they set up the formation also made them feel extremely shocked and frightened, everyone knew that once the other party launched an attack, they would not be able to defend it at all.

So!

The only solution is to sacrifice the people who caused this disaster to the gods before they attack, so as to ask for forgiveness from the gods and make these enemies disappear.

"My lord, don't......" Dan looked around in fear, but there was no one who spoke for him.

The sacrifice was undoubtedly painful, and burying them alive or throwing them into a well was pediatric for them, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

And the sacrificial method of their group is even more peculiar, whenever they encounter a catastrophe, they will hold a grand sacrifice ceremony.

And they think that it must be because of their wrong actions that the gods are dissatisfied, and even bring pain to the gods.

Therefore, the sacrificed person had to endure supreme suffering in order to be forgiven by the gods.

And the way they chose was to burn it on fire.

A fire would have been allowed, but the gang thought that they would die too quickly, that the pain they could endure was limited, and that they could not be forgiven by the gods.

So, they made a self-made shelf and fixed the man to it, surrounded by sticks thick with fingers, and thinner branches and leaves wrapped around the sticks.

Then one by one, the flames may or may not burn people, anyway, either burn to death or burn to death.

And because the fire is not big, it is necessary to constantly change the stick to ensure the flames, and it is said that the longest one was roasted on the fire for three days before dying.

And these sacrificed people, whom they call prodigies or goddesses, have been identified since birth, and then until the sacrifice, they have an extremely high status here.

You don't need to do anything, everyone has to show respect when they see it, and they are served with good food and drink every day.

Sacrifice is actually still very far away for ordinary people, because of their humble status, those big people don't look down on them.

Therefore, those prodigies and goddesses often come from the children of the big people in the clan, and what is accepted by the gods is like a god, in fact, it is in this way to ensure that their family's status in the tribe will not be affected for thousands of years.

The thought of being sacrificed before he had a good day was over, Dan's heart was in despair.

"My lord, I seem to know where these people are coming from!" Suddenly, an elderly man suddenly spoke, his eyes still staring at the Tang Army outside the village.

"Huh?"

"They should come from a place not far from my ancestral land, according to the information passed down by my ancestors, they are very powerful, especially when they appear en masse, no one is their opponent, and the reason why we came here is because we can't stand being attacked by them endlessly and flee." The Tang Army in front of him seemed to evoke the seal in the depths of the old man's memory.

Originally, he didn't believe that this legend was true, because they had been here for thousands of years.

But there is such a legend in every family, but no one has ever really seen it for thousands of years.

These are all word of mouth, of course, the suspicion of exaggeration is not ruled out, but at the moment, all this seems to be true?

"Your ancestral land? Where is it? ”

"I don't know, after all, a thousand years have passed, and legend has it that the ancestor wandered on the ocean for a long, long time before coming here."

The middle-aged man frowned and thought.

This old man is not from their clan, and even has a different bloodline from them, and even his appearance is completely different.

He had been taken five years earlier when one tribe had defeated another, and according to the old man, that tribe had migrated from the north twenty years earlier, and he had become a captive at that time.

Because they are good at avoiding the winter here, they will always be carried by them.

Of course, the middle-aged man also chose to take him, and the winter days were indeed much better than before.

"Since you're from the same place, you should be able to communicate with them, right?" The fool knows that now he just wants to talk to the other party and see how to get through this crisis peacefully.

"I don't know, we don't belong to the same ethnic group, and we don't speak the same language."

"Then what's the use of you living?"

"I'll try...... the old man's face was full of confusion, sending people under the fence, do you want to pray for the other party to take him away?

……

"What kind of bird language does he speak?" Wang Fugui asked with a confused expression.

Although I didn't understand, the other party opened the gate of the village, and someone walked out and said it in a whisper.

How did Wang Fugui and the others not know that this was the person sent by the other party to talk?

Besides, Wang Fugui himself didn't plan to kill on a large scale, what he wanted was to bring these people back, and then understand this place, and even let them be used by the Tang Dynasty, this was his purpose.

As for whether to use it or not, whether to kill it or not, that is His Highness's business, and he can't make this decision.

"Why do I think he looks like us?" Someone reminded.

"The same fart, you look at his eyes, his nose, except that his skin color is the same, what else is the same?"

"General, I seem to understand something, but I'm not sure!" Scout leader Sun Ji frowned and spoke.

"Can you understand?" Wang Fugui was stunned, this place is thousands of miles away from Datang, right? Sun Ji can actually understand the other party's words? Is there any mistake?

"I can understand part of it, it's quite different from what I know, when I was exterminating the Turks, I went to the Turkic hinterland to investigate, and met a small tribe there, their language was somewhat similar to what he spoke, and I also learned some from them at that time." Sun Ji said bluntly.

If you don't understand it, just talk about the last two sentences.

Sun Ji said a word to the other party slowly in that half-baked language, and the other party was stunned at first, and then suddenly surprised.

Although Sun Ji's words were a little unfamiliar to him, he really understood them, and he could even be sure that the two of them spoke the same language.

Immediately, the old man began to use the ancestral language, as if to take care of Sun Ji's unfamiliarity, and deliberately slowed down his tone to facilitate Sun Ji's understanding.