Liu Ziqiu walked very slowly, and it seemed that he might fall with every step, but neither Meng Wuzha nor Jin Bo dared to despise him in the slightest, after all, they had both seen the majesty of Liu Ziqiu slapping the boulder with their own eyes.

No one spoke in the valley, no one moved, only the cold wind blew through it, and it was terrifyingly quiet and extremely depressing.

Meng Wuzha finally couldn't help it and shouted: "Liu Ziqiu, you come to persuade you to surrender!" ”

Liu Ziqiu was only a hundred steps away from Meng Wuzha at this time, but he no longer moved forward, nodded from a distance, and said, "Not bad! You have no way out, put down the butcher's knife and turn back! ”

He has rested on the top of the mountain for so long, in fact, most of his physical strength has recovered, and he has no problem walking and talking. But this kind of physical strength and internal force are two different things, and the exhausted internal force takes more than ten days to recover, and in the first few days, he is not even as good as a helpless scholar.

Although Liu Ziqiu is brave, he is not reckless. In such a certain situation, he certainly would not risk his life and run in front of Mughuza and Jinbo.

Meng Wuza took the initiative to speak, and he didn't have the idea of capturing the thief and the king. Seeing that Liu Ziqiu was not fooled, Meng Wuzha knew that there was no chance, sighed lightly, and said, "Where is my son Keree?" I want to meet him. ”

"He's dead, he's dying miserably, it's better not to see him." Although Liu Ziqiu's physical strength was not good, his eyesight was not affected much, and he could see clearly that Kelie's body had become a pile of flesh, and even his head was broken. The loss of a son in middle age is already a great tragedy in life, and it is too inhumane for Mughuza to see the tragic situation of his son's death. Although they were hostile to each other, Liu Ziqiu couldn't bear it.

Mughuza was not very surprised to hear the sad news of Kreh's death, and when he found an ambush in the valley, he had expected such an outcome.

Meng Wuzha slowly jumped off the horse, suddenly knelt on one knee, and said loudly: "Lord Liu, it is the old man who is obsessed with the ghost for a while and is against you. The old man is willing to surrender, I only ask you to promise the old man one thing! ”

Liu Ziqiu said lightly: "At this time, you still want to talk to me about the conditions?" It's late! You are no longer qualified to negotiate terms with me! ”

Meng Wuzha was stunned for a moment, turned his head and ordered: "Throw away your weapons, dismount, and surrender!" ”

There was a sound in Ding Dingdang, and more than 400 people threw away the scimitars in their hands, and even threw away the bows and arrows hanging from their waists, and jumped off their horses and fell to their knees. This time it was clear that it was the Murwei people who knelt on the ground, and the Xianbei people who were still riding on the horses looked panicked.

Liu Ziqiu nodded and said, "If you are lost, you are a true hero, Meng Wuza, take your people and retreat to the side." Rest assured, Liu will not embarrass them. ”

Mughuza suddenly pulled out a short knife and put it on his neck, and smiled miserably: "As a tribal leader, Mughuzha has caused many parents to lose their sons, many wives to lose their husbands, and many children to lose their fathers. After making such a big mistake, what face did Mughoza have to go back to see his people alive? I only hope that Lord Liu can promise Meng Wuzha one thing, although Meng Wuzha has no regrets in death! ”

Unconsciously, Meng Wuza's name for Liu Ziqiu has changed, and he no longer calls himself an old man, and now he even regrets his intestines.

Liu Ziqiu was suddenly a little curious, couldn't help but take a few steps forward, and asked, "Meng Wuza, you are a responsible man, Liu admires you." If you have anything, just say it, as long as Liu can do it, he will never shirk. However, there is a saying that goes ahead. There are no eyes on the battlefield, and life and death are in peace. But the battle is over, and Liu will definitely not embarrass you and your people again. ”

After a pause, Liu Ziqiu continued: "Liu Mou has long said that everyone lives in the land of the West Sea, so they should be like a family. Patriarch Mughuzha, after you take everyone back, you can tell the other clansmen what Liu said. Liu has nothing else to ask for, just to hope that everyone can live a good life with plenty of food and clothing. ”

Meng Wuzha was stunned on the spot, unable to speak for a long time, and in a blink of an eye, old tears were rampant. When he heard the news of his son's death just now, he didn't cry, but now after listening to Liu Ziqiu's words, he actually cried.

Liu Ziqiu was very surprised, took a few steps forward, and persuaded: "Patriarch Mengwuza, the matter is over, let everyone get up." Didn't you just say that there were any more requirements? Let's talk about it, it's not early, it's getting dark. ”

"Mughuza doesn't really have any requests, he just wants to ask Lord Liu to let my clansmen go back to the tribe. I didn't expect that without Meng Wuzha opening his mouth, Lord Liu had already decided to let us go, I, I am really a villain! Meng Wuza wiped away his tears, stood up from the ground, turned around, and said to the people who were still kneeling on the ground, "Listen, from today on, Lord Liu is the big leader of our Murowei tribe, and no one is allowed to disrespect him!" ”

Although the population of Murowei is small, it is extremely brave and good at fighting. In the past, every time Murong Fuyun fought abroad, the first thing he thought of was to let the Murwei people take the lead. Now, with Meng Wuzha's words, all the people of Muwei are about to fall to Liu Ziqiu, Jin Bo's face is green, and he is about to speak, when he hears Meng Wuzha say sharply: "If anyone dares to be disrespectful to Lord Liu, I will not spare him if I am a ghost!" ”

The last sentence was said in the language of Murowei, Liu Ziqiu couldn't understand it, and just as he was inexplicable, he saw Meng Wuzha kneeling down again. This time, Meng Wuzha was facing the clansmen, with his back to Liu Ziqiu. Although Liu Ziqiu couldn't see Meng Wuzha's face, he felt that his kneeling posture was a little strange, and he was suddenly shocked and shouted: "Not good! ”

But it was too late, and the mungu tilted his body and slowly fell, and a pool of blood gradually seeped in, staining the snow on the ground red. The Mughuza people all knelt on the ground, wept bitterly, shouted to the heavens and the earth, and spoke a language that Liu Ziqiu did not understand.

Although Meng Wuzha is a little more utilitarian, he can be regarded as a hero of the previous generation, and he ended his life in this way, which made Liu Ziqiu sigh, and couldn't help but want to step forward and bow well, but he heard a "whoosh" sound of breaking the air, and a knight standing next to Jin Bo was letting go of his right hand holding the bowstring and stretched out to the quiver.

Suddenly, there were two more "whoosh" sounds, and Zhang Liang, who was closely following Liu Ziqiu, had already shot two arrows in a row. Zhang Liang shot a series of arrows, and the last one came first, one arrow knocked the opponent's arrow away, and the other arrow hit the knight's throat. The knight had just put one hand on the quiver, and before he could draw the arrow, he shook his body and dismounted.

This hand-held series of arrows was amazing, and the remaining Xianbei cavalry no longer dared to act rashly, and some even quietly threw away the scimitars in their hands. These Xianbei cavalry are also brave, and if they were placed in the past, they would not hesitate to fight to the death. But Liu Ziqiu's attitude towards the people of Murowei gave them hope.

Who wants to die as long as they have the opportunity to live? These people also have wives and children in their families, and if they die, the pillars of the family will fall, and the lives of the old and young wives and children will be even more difficult, and even become slaves of others.

The arrow just now was shot by the knights beside Jin Bo, and when he saw that Liu Ziqiu had moved forward several times and had already entered the range of the bow and arrow, he wanted someone to shoot him an arrow to create chaos and create an opportunity to escape. These Xianbei people not only have good riding skills, but also excellent archery skills, but they didn't expect that the arrow that was bound to be won by them was easily defused, and even Jin Bo couldn't afford to resist.

Liu Ziqiu had already heard Lin Qiaoer say that the man she saw by the bonfire that day was her husband Jin Bo. Now that he had dealt with Mughuzha, it was his turn. Liu Ziqiu waved his hand, and Wen Hao, who had been impatient at the mouth of the valley, urged the war horse to come in.

Xianbei is a horse archer, although he is equally fierce when wielding a scimitar, but Wen Hao and his thousand-man team use a horse lance. The horse lance is much longer and heavier than the scimitar, and with the impact of the war horse, the ordinary Xianbei cavalry is simply unable to use the scimitar to open it. A few Xianbei cavalrymen who wanted to step forward to stop were pierced through their chests in the blink of an eye, and they were strung on the horse lance like a sugar gourd. The rest of the people did not resist again, obediently threw away the scimitar, dismounted and surrendered, and knelt on the ground just like the Murowei people just now. However, the people of Murwei had already been pardoned by Liu Ziqiu, and they were leading the horse and silently retreating to the side.

Jin Bo also saw the opportunity quickly, rolled off the horse with a bone, knelt on one knee like Meng Wuzha just now, and said in a loud voice: "Lord Liu, don't do it, don't do it, Jin is willing to surrender!" ”

The situation has been completely controlled, Liu Ziqiu no longer has to worry about being plotted, walked forward with his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "Then what do you want?" ”

Jin Bo's request is very simple, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, as long as you can go back safely, you can say anything. But he was much more cunning than Meng Wuza, and shook his head again and again: "Jin doesn't dare to ask for anything, just let Lord Liu deal with it." ”

Liu Ziqiu sneered: "Do you want Liu to let you go back?" It's actually very simple, as long as you hand me something. ”

Jin Bo "chuckled" in his heart, Liu Ziqiu wouldn't want his head! The expression on Jin Bo's face changed, and he finally gritted his teeth and asked, "I don't know what Lord Liu wants?" ”

Liu Ziqiu smiled and said, "I heard that Master Jin has a recipe in his hand that can cure Xiaohu's illness. As long as you can get this recipe, Liu will not only let you go, but also give you a big gift! ”

At this time, if Jin Bo didn't know that Lin Qiao'er had already told all his conspiracy and was tricked by others, then he would have been in vain for so many years. But now that man is a swordman and he is a fish and meat, even if he knows, it is too late, and the most important thing is to go back alive.

Jin Bo couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Lord Liu, think about it, from ancient times to the present, how many eunuchs have been in power, and who of them doesn't want to heal their crippled bodies?" With their power and money, they can't get this recipe, where did Jin, a small scholar, come from? Only that stupid woman would believe that Lord Liu should not be like her. ”

Liu Ziqiu's face sank suddenly: "Since this is the case, Liu can't help it!" ”