So in a moment of hesitation, Jeddah bared his chin, many fighters with very strong striking ability have a glass chin, and Jeddah is no exception - just like Andre, the UFC champion bulldog thousands of years later. Alovsky, like him, loses his resistance as soon as he gets punched in the jaw.

And Ding Yi seized this opportunity, did not get up, but a clean left hook, directly knocked him into the air instantly, and he was already in shock before he fell.

"You're my slave." Ding Yi said to Jeddah, who had been woken up, "Take your horse and Tara's cubs, and follow me." The latter got up from the ground and suddenly threw his fist at Ding without warning, but Ding Yi, who had been prepared, dodged his fist and struck him in the chin again, oh, poor chin.

When he was woken up again, Ding Yi repeated to him what he had just said, and he had to squeeze a few words out of his mouth full of blood: "Yes, master." ”

Boyan Timur was not very happy, and neither were the Warat soldiers around him.

So Tara, who was hastily bandaged, collapsed there, and no one paid attention to him, and everyone felt that it was this guy who made the man on the grassland lose face. Ding Yi asked Tara's cub a little strangely, "You don't go to take care of your father?" The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy shook his head, and even spat at Tara on the ground.

"He's not my forehead!" The young man's eyes were like a wolf, and he stared at Tara and gritted his teeth, "He rode into our tribe and set fire everywhere, killed Eqige, and snatched Ehe and me, I always remember, always remember!" ”

Eqige means father, and Ehe means mother.

Ding Yi looked at Jeddah. The latter nodded, confirming the boy's words.

"Give him a chance, kill him, and then you'll be free, and his horse and weapons will be yours." Ding Yi patted the young man on the shoulder, said this to him, and then got on his horse and hurried to Boyan Timur and Yingzong, who had already walked away, and behind him was Jida, who had followed honestly, dragging a few war horses and a dozen sheep.

The boy looked at Tara, who was slumped on the ground, and pulled out his scimitar.

After settling in Yingzong, outside the yurt. Ding Yi stopped Boyan Timur and wanted to chat with the latter. But who was Boyan Timur? The younger brother of the actual ruler of Warat, how could he go to chat with Ding Yi, a low-level civil official? Dante Yi ignored the other party's indifference, nor did he care about the scimitar drawn by the guards beside him, and just said to Boyan Timur: "You want to get money and food." You'll have to talk to me. ”

Ding Yi added: "This year's horse price is also my responsibility to negotiate with your envoy." ”

He's certainly not trying to pull hatred. Boyan Timur, who finally stopped, also knew this.

Ding Yi was proving it to him. His influence on the Ming court.

He pressed the price of horses to one-tenth, and the Ming court actually recognized it, so there was this national war. For Boyan Timur, this is such a simple idea, but he is by no means easy to follow: "If it is true, I will give you this opportunity." Now ......"

Ding Yi got out of the way, smiled and didn't say anything more.

When Boyan Timur left, Ding Yi handed the folded battle flag to Jida and said, "Find a flagpole." Hang it up. Then he pointed to Yingzong in the yurt and said to Jeddah, "Where is he, where is the flag; Until your head leaves your neck, this flag cannot fall. ”

Jeddah nodded and left.

There were a lot of flagpoles abandoned on the battlefield, and soon Jeddah found one back, and Ding Yi could see that Jeddah had washed the Mingzi battle flag that he had peed on, and the Mingzi battle flag fluttering in the wind was lonely, in fact, it didn't have much meaning, but for Ding Yi, it was meaningful.

Even if it's just a symbol.

Since Yingzong had said that Ding Yi was his friend, Boyan Timur quickly sent his men to Yingzong to send a small yellow gate to wait for him—of course, he was captured on the battlefield. Ding couldn't help but laugh when he saw this person, because this guy was the eunuch who was in Yingzong's tent before, and he really didn't meet in life. The little yellow door Chong Ding saluted, and then went to wait for Yingzong.

Ding Yi sat outside the yurt and looked at Jeddah, who was guarding under the Ming Zi Battle Flag.

The world is really mocking at times.

Several horses came from a distance, and when they got closer, Ding Yi looked at Tara's cub.

It's also the cub who killed Tara.

Although Ding Yi did not stay to watch, Ding Yi could still see this from the smell of blood on the boy's body, the blood stains on his clothes, and the nervous tremors brought about by the first killing.

"What's your name?" Ding Yi rolled a cigarette roll with tea leaves and asked the young man.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Jeddah under the flagpole not far away, and finally spoke: "Hulegan." If Jeddah hadn't been here, he would have been reluctant to mention his name, because Hulegan was definitely not a good name, and it meant like mouse in Mongolian.

Ding nodded, lit a cigarette of tea, and did not speak again.

He was waiting for the boy to speak, and he always had to speak unless the boy wanted to stand here with his horse like this all the time.

"Ehyuk is old." He said this to Ding Yi.

Looking at his age, women in this era generally give birth very early, and his mother is likely not to be more than thirty years old, but thirty years old in this era is really old. Ding Yi somewhat understood what this boy meant, and after this boy killed Tara to take revenge, he felt confused.

Because his mother was old, he felt that Ding Yi couldn't look at it.

So, what should he do?

Fight for Ding Yi? Grazing for Ding Yi? He had to find a way to live.

"What do you have?" Ding Yi, who was holding a cigarette, asked the young man.

This made the boy's eyes light up: "Knife! My arrows are also accurate! ”

Ding Yi took off the tea cigarette roll from the corner of his mouth, spit out a puff of smoke, hooked his finger at the young man and said, "Draw a knife and cut me." ”

The young man shook his head: "You are a good master, I will not cut you." ”

"Just cut it." Ding Yi picked up the long knife with a sheath and said to the young man.

Jida on the side looked at the young man's hesitation, but he laughed, but he was hit twice in the chin, the flesh in his mouth was rotten, his teeth were swollen, and the scar on his face was really ugly than crying: "Your knife, can you still cut the master?" What a fucking self-taker! "This guy is not only a master, but also has excellent talent, if he is allowed to practice modern martial arts for a year, Ding Yi feels that even if he is in his heyday, if he moves, he will not be afraid of him, and if he is bare-handed, he may not be able to hold him ten out of ten.

The young man trusted Jeddah's words, and reached out to draw the knife, but was hit by Ding's foot on the wrist, but he went to pull out the knife. Seven or eight times like this, a knife couldn't be pulled out, and Gilda covered his chin and laughed.

"My knife is useless." The young man finally understood, let go of his hand and stopped trying, and honestly replied to Ding.

Ding Yi asked the young man to take the bow again, the bow was originally soft, and this young man was not a character with natural power like Chen San, what power did the soft bow have when it was shot out? Ding handed him the bow back, shook his head, and did not speak again. Jeddah clutched his chin and laughed wildly.

The young man stood for a long time, and Ding Yi said to him helplessly: "Tara's three horses are for you, you are free, you are no longer a slave, go back to find your Ehe, and live a good life." ”

"Master." Gilda turned around at this time and interjected, "He goes back, he can't live, although he is not young, but that bitch's ass, hehe......" and said some obscene adjectives, which probably means that this young man is in good fucking shape, which makes the young man look at him angrily, but where will Jeddah be afraid of him? If it weren't for Ding Yi's second hook and cleanly put him down, he wouldn't even be convinced by Ding Yi, a little cub like a young man, Jeddah can pinch a few with one hand, where will he put his eyes," ...... This cub has no bird skills, and the master let him go, and he is bound to be taken captive again...... If the master doesn't want it, why don't you give me that girl, and I'll feed this cub......"

Ding Yi stood up, beckoned to Jida, motioned for him to come, and said to him, "Draw your sword, if you can cut me down, you will be free." Gilda listened and immediately took out the scimitar, he drew the knife faster than this young man, it was really a very fast move, the knife did not speak as soon as he was in his hand, and he swept it out at Ding Yi.

A knife is no better than a fist or a kick.

No matter how good the ability to resist blows is, a knife in the neck is just as deadly.

Ding's side of the body flashed with the light of Jeddah's knife, the long knife came out of the sheath, and swept it from the bottom to the top, if this knife was cut, Jeddah would not die I don't know, it was certain that he would be castrated. Jeddah had no choice but to go back to stop him, and suddenly saw Ding Yi jump up, and immediately his jaw ached, and he went into shock again. Jeddah has the fatal flaw of a glass chin, and Ding Yi flew into it with a knee, how could he not fall?

When he woke up from the water again, Ding held a long knife in his hand and said to Jida, "Draw the knife." ”

This time, Jeddah, whose chin was so swollen that he couldn't speak, shook his head desperately and sat on the flagpole dead and motionless.

Ding Yi returned the knife into the sheath, this is the effect he wants, he can see that Jeddah is not a good person, and it is not good to clean up and obey the girl. To be honest, with Ding Yi's body at present, it is not easy to clean up, but with a knife in hand, it is very different.

"Let's go." Ding Yi smoked the cigarette roll of tea leaves and said to the young man.

The young man shook his head, Ding Yi sighed, and said to him: "I am a Ming person, you are a Warat person, if he leads the army to fight Warat, how will you deal with yourself?" With that, Ding Yi turned his head and said to Gilda, "You are the same, let's go." "This is not comparable to the "Ding" tribe, the people of that tribe, with Ding Yi annexing other small tribes, watching Ding Yi give them slaves, cattle and sheep, and watching the tribe grow, that is a person who has a sense of belonging and benefits, and these two guys cannot be compared. (To be continued......)