Everyone was stunned when they heard Wang Lang's words, such a high-end thing as sending spies, everyone can be said to be unheard of, this time Wang Lang can be said to have opened a precedent in this world, and he can be called the ancestor of spies in this world.

"Lang, is this going to work?" Dark Cloud said with some concern.

Wang Lang smiled: "Don't worry, as long as we release the news, those slaves who can't survive will definitely try their best to escape to our side, as long as we describe our side as a god-like place, I don't believe that those people are not moved, and we have defeated the enemy, and the powerful image of the tribe will also be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people." ”

Wuyun touched his beard, thought for a while, and said, "It sounds reasonable, but can we trust this slave to do such a difficult thing?" ”

The corners of Wang Lang's mouth curled, and he looked at the wings kneeling on the ground with a smile, and said, "Do you say we can trust you?" ”

Wang Lang's smile made Wing feel a little chilled, and he subconsciously shuddered, and quickly replied, "I must keep this secret." ”

"Your companion is still here, if you dare to leak this plan, I don't mind letting him go back too, your companion is very loyal to your tribe, if you let him know about it, what do you think will happen to the betrayer, so I don't need to tell you!" Wang Lang said coldly.

Wing was shocked when he heard this, if those nobles of the Fire Tribe knew that he was a traitor, what was waiting for him would be something more terrifying than death, Wing's face was a little pale, and he quickly replied: "I will definitely not leak this matter." ”

"Excellent! There are still a few of your people who didn't die in this war, and it's a waste of food to keep them, so you don't mind sending them to the gods. Wang Lang said lightly.

Wing frowned and thought about it, understood what Wang Lang meant, killing the former clansmen, although there is some psychological burden, but if you don't kill them, then it will be you who will die, Wing struggled in his heart for a while, and finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said: "I will send them to the gods." ”

Wang Lang nodded and said to Jianya, "Bring those people over, and bring that companion of his." ”

Jianya was still in shock at the moment, such a complicated plan, he didn't know how Wang Lang thought of it, he didn't hear Wang Lang calling himself in a trance, and the dark clouds kicked him before he came back to his senses.

It didn't take long for Jianya to walk over with three wounded captives and Yun, kicking them to the ground.

"Give him a weapon!" Wang Lang said to Jianya.

Toothy smiled at the pale wings and threw the bronze sword hanging from his waist to him.

"Let's do it!" Wang Lang stared at the wings coldly and said.

Wings trembled and picked up the weapon on the ground, even if he had been mentally prepared before, but when he really faced his own people at this moment, the pressure in his heart was more than several times greater, and the bronze sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

The few people kneeling on the ground immediately understood what was about to happen and began to struggle frantically, but under the violent beating of Jianya and others, they soon collapsed on the ground.

Yun stared at the wings with cold eyes, and scolded viciously: "Shameless traitor, aren't you afraid that the gods will punish you?" ”

He didn't dare to look directly into Yun's eyes, lowered his head and gritted his teeth and didn't answer his words, he knew that as long as Yun was alive, he would never be able to raise his head in front of him.

"Why, aren't you going to do it, you have to think about the consequences." Wang Lang looked at everything in front of him playfully.

Wing Yanyan's body trembled subconsciously, glanced at the three clansmen who only had one breath left, and finally made up his mind, holding the bronze sword and walking in front of several people.

Although the weapon in his hand has not been used, the sharp edge makes it easy to know at a glance how to use it at this time.

Wing raised the bronze sword, and stabbed at the three clansmen on the ground with a hideous face, the sharp copper sword easily pierced their fragile chests, and after a few muffled snorts, three fresh lives left this world like this.

After killing the three of them, Wing collapsed to the ground, looking at his blood-covered hands, his eyes a little distracted.

"Come, traitor! Why don't you kill me, as long as I don't die, I will definitely kill you. Yun watched his companion fall in a pool of blood, and roared at his wings in a frenzy.

Wang Lang watched all this calmly as if watching a play, he was completely accustomed to this kind of thing, and he didn't know if he was born a butcher or a pervert deep down.

With a wave of his hand, let the cloud be dragged out, with this matter, Wang Lang is not afraid that the wings will betray him, it is intolerable to anyone who betrays, and after handing over this vote, the next plan can begin.

"Very good, I will release you in a few days and let you return to the Fire Tribe, don't forget what I explained." Wang Lang said lightly.

Wing nodded weakly, now he has no way back, if he leaves here and does not return to the Fire Tribe, but runs away from his stomach, then he will die faster, he knows that there is no way to survive on this grassland alone.

After letting the wings be taken down and locked up in solitary detention, Wang Lang came to the corpses of the fallen soldiers.

"Lang, the corpses of these warriors must be buried as soon as possible, in such a hot weather, it will not be long before they will decay and bury themselves in the earth, so that their souls can leave their bodies and go to the gods." Lin Huo said with some sadness.

Wang Lang nodded and said: "We must prepare a decent funeral for them, the clean-cut woods in the north of the tribe is the place where they are buried, you take people there to prepare a cemetery for the warriors, and send the warriors on their way tomorrow." Wang Lang said in a deep voice.

Lin Huo nodded, and led a few people out of the tribe with tools.

After Lin Huo left, Wang Lang asked people to bring clean water, squatted down, and carefully scrubbed these dead soldiers, which was the only thing that could make him feel at ease now.

At noon the next day, all the tribe came to the prepared cemetery, no one spoke, and a feeling of grief lingered in everyone's hearts.

Wang Lang looked at the sky, the sun had risen to the middle at this time, and said to everyone: "Let's start!" ”

The spearmen lined up in a neat line, slowly marched to the side of the fallen soldiers, and in pairs, carefully lowered their comrades into the pit and gave a military salute.

Wang Lang walked to the side of the grave and sprinkled soil for each soldier, and muttered: "Brave soldiers, your courage is worthy of praise from the world, your greatness has been passed down in songs, and will be remembered by future generations, may you be happy in the world of the gods, and the warriors will go all the way." ”

After the short eulogy, the soldiers were buried, and Wang Lang erected a wooden tablet in front of these graves, and carved the words "Tomb of the Warriors" with a dagger.