"Bring those two men over. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Morton has already made it clear that these two people are the leaders of this group of Hermes-Epitek.

When Ban Xing and Deng Zhan were escorted over, as soon as they gave up their hands, before they could speak, Morton shouted: "What about the Han official named Mo Qin? ”

Ban Xing was neither humble nor arrogant: "Last night was chaotic, Mozi wanted to reorganize the displaced people, and rushed into the camp alone, and then disappeared. Perhaps, it has been ...... by you."

Qu Tu interrupted sharply: "We let the Qiuzi people recognize people, and none of them are!" ”

Ban Xing smiled: "Really? Looks like I can pay one less ransom. ”

Morton sank his face: "Redeem or not, I have the final say." Don't forget that even you are a slave of my Yakhan. ”

Ban Xing owed, and when he raised his head, his face was solemn: "Since the Marquis of Gudu has asked about the Qiuzi people, you should know our origins, these Han people are all the soldiers and their families on the border of my migration. Attacking the tun pawn is tantamount to being the enemy of our dynasty, please think twice. ”

Morton sneered: "Pawn? Where are you going to be tuned? You've already passed the Metropolitan Protectorate, where are you going? Besides, these people look like civilians, so how can they look like soldiers? Even if it's a pawn, I, Morton, want it all. You might as well ask the Metropolitan Protectorate for help and see if Duan Huizong will send troops to rescue you. Hehe, I'm afraid he's being overwhelmed by our Huns at the moment. ”

Ban Xing and Deng Zhan glanced at each other, and finally understood why they were robbed. This Morton actually took advantage of the fact that all the attention of the capital protectorate was attracted by the Huns in the north, and the troops were transferred to the north. As a result, I didn't expect to be so lucky (or they were too unlucky) to catch these fat sheep.

The situation is obvious, and it seems that Morton will not let go easily because of the Han Epitek status of these exiles. These small Xiongnu tribes are like this, when the wind and rain are good, they are kind herdsmen, once they suffer a disaster and can't open the pot, they will turn into evil wolves. There are not many professional horse thieves and robbers in the Gobi steppe, and most of them are such "part-time".

Ban Xing took a deep breath and saluted: "In this case, I am willing to pay a ransom for all Han people with money and goods." How about the bones of the marquis? ”

Morton glanced at the camels carrying the goods: "These are trophies, don't count." ”

Ban Xing said angrily: "This is natural, the ransom Ban will pay separately, I just hope that Guduhou will not hurt the life of any Han people again." Also, please give medicine to the injured. ”

Morton glanced at the Hanmes-mes-epitek captives who were being strung together by ropes, and nodded in agreement. It's not that this person is kind, but these Han people, including the injured, are now all money, and no one will get along with money.

"I hope you Ban can afford to pay the ransom by then." Morton smiled darkly. Nearly 700 Han people, if they are all redeemed, his tribe will be rich. Taking a step back, even if they can't be redeemed, these populations are a valuable asset to the tribe. Each account can be divided into a few slaves, with population, money and food, and only then can the Khan have hope of revival. This vote is too worthwhile, even if it provokes the Ban clan and the Duhu Mansion for this, he will not hesitate to do so.

Morton was full of hesitation and was about to turn his horse, when he heard Gibb's voice behind him: "Huh? What is it? ”

"This is a great gift to the Marquis of Gudu."

It's the voice of the guy named Deng Zhan, what kind of gift? Morton was curious, and turned his head to look—this sight, and gasped on the spot. Cool from head to toe!

After Morton's interrogation, two Huns stepped forward and searched and tied up Ban Xing and Deng Zhan respectively. When a Hun man took out two short red cylinders from Deng Zhan's sleeve pocket, he was surprised. Gibb on the side saw it and couldn't help but ask strange questions.

At the moment when Deng Zhan's two self-defense cannons were searched, Deng Zhan, who had already gathered momentum, lowered his head and slapped his head hammer, knocking the Hun into a broken nose, and blood and tears flowed for a long time. Deng Zhan easily recaptured the two thunder cannons, poked open the sealing film, hooked the rope with his fingers, clamped the rope with his thumb and index finger, and bit off most of it with his teeth, leaving less than an inch.

The camp had just been burned by fire during the night, and although it had been extinguished, the embers were everywhere, smoking and flashing fires, and they could be seen everywhere.

Deng Zhan rushed towards a pile of embers, a shovel leg, soot scattered, and sparks burst out. Gibb and another Hun who searched their bodies were forced back by the fireworks as soon as they approached.

Deng Zhan stuck a thunder cannon in one hand and stuck it into the ashes, and when he was about to take it out, two short sparks rang out, shining with dazzling sparks.

"Morton! Donggeng Fengsui's dead brother is already waiting for you impatiently! I'm here to give you a ride! ”

With a roar, two thunder cannons were thrown at Morton at the same time. In just one breath, two huge earthquakes sounded one after another.

The white horse staggered, and Morton fell to the ground. There was a commotion among the surrounding Huns, and even a frightened cry was heard: "It's thunder!" ”

From Deng Zhan's start to attack, to the explosion of the thunder cannon and the fall of Morton, the whole process, in less than three breaths, almost no one of the Huns present reacted, and the raid was completed.

The two cannons rang out in unison, and Deng Zhan looked up to the sky and laughed, dripping with happiness.

The Huns who reacted rushed up and knocked Deng Zhan down, and Jibu angrily smashed the back of Deng Zhan's head several times with the hilt of his knife, and his head was immediately covered with blood. Deng Zhan's face was dusty and bloody, and he kept choking and laughing. On the other side, Qu Tu also roared and rushed over, drew his sword and raised it high, and was about to chop down—

"Stop!"

With a cold drink, everyone present froze, and their eyes were all focused on one place - Morton slowly stood up, his body trembled obviously, and his orange peel old face was the same as Deng Zhan, mixed with mud and blood, and one eye was also bleeding constantly. The left sleeve was tattered, and blood was faintly visible...... This was due to the fact that he slapped the thunder cannon with his left arm.

Morton raised his hand to stop his left and right support, and moved closer to Deng Zhan step by step. One of his legs was weak, probably trampled by a startled horse, and he didn't know if it was broken.

"Thunder...... Cannon! Morton's voice squeezed out of his teeth, chilling, "Are you...... Who is Fuping Hou Zhangfang? ”

Deng Zhan, who was held down by seven or eight hands and couldn't move, looked unwilling, annoyed by his mistake in accuracy and timing. If two hit at the same time, if one of them didn't explode prematurely, if Morton didn't raise his hand in time to block...... Unwilling to return, since he missed, Deng Zhan was also single, and suddenly laughed: "Do you remember what happened to Donggeng Fengsui back then?" I was one of the few riders who broke through. ”

"Hahahaha!" Morton's laughter was hairy, especially the blood that flashed from time to time in his eyes, which was even more terrifying, "It turned out to be an old acquaintance!" Yay, wonderful. ”

"Tie him up." Morton said to Qu Tu and Gibson, "No one is allowed to hurt him except me." ”

Qu Tu and Ji Bu both shivered and bowed in agreement.

Morton turned to Ban Xing, who was stunned, and grinned: "This person, no amount of money is allowed to redeem him." ”

Half an hour later, all the captives of the Han people were strung together with ropes, and the old and weak and Qiuzi people marched to the depths of the vast Gobi under the supervision of the Huns, pulling carts and horses, leading camels, crying and despair.

Ban Xing and Deng Zhan all have excellent specials, although they are all tied, but they each have horses to ride, and they are led by the Huns. It's just the same treatment on the surface, but it can't hide the huge contrast in their respective fates in the future......

When the sound of hooves faded away, the wailing faded away, the smoke and dust dissipated, a gust of wind and sand blew, and the reeds by the river trembled.

Kiss! There was a sound of water, the surface of the river cracked, and a pale and wrinkled hand reached out and dug deep into the mud on the riverbank...... (To be continued.) )