"If you move, you die; Call, also die. "Sit down," he said, pointing a knife at a man standing on the periphery, "Die." The man fell to the snow at once, and in a moment blood spilled from him, but the nerves of the others were crumbling, and no one paid attention to them, and the bodies of the dead were exposed with bloody holes that had passed through their bodies.

This is what Ding Yi said that the heavens are helping him, if it weren't for the tailwind, the sound of the strings when those crossbows were fired would have made these Warats wake up. As long as one person shouted, Ding Yi had to withdraw, or it was impossible to even withdraw. There was more than one prisoner shed, and there were four or five places that Ding Yi passed by on the way here, and he specially selected this one, the direction of the wind, the sentinels, and the escape route were all the best.

But they couldn't hear the sound of the crossbows.

What they saw was the legendary Akshasa appearing before their eyes, carrying the head of their tribe's little Khan.

Whoever dies is cursed by the Rakshasa will die immediately.

No one has ever been able to kill an Apon Rakshasa as everyone knows.

Ah Pong Rakshasa was in the 100,000 iron horsemen and rescued his emperor, and the Taishi Yexian, the Special Knowledge Academy, the King of Datong, etc., were all powerless.

They began to feel fear, and when Ding Yi was about to move the long knife in his hand, they all fell to the ground, and most of them even let go of the knife in their hand, and no one would not be afraid in the face of death, and the soldiers guarding the prisoners, usually in the ranks, were not very elite.

"The two of them have swords in front of me, and go and kill him, and you will live." Ding Yi said this to the dozen or so people, and then said to the two Warat soldiers who were still holding swords in their hands, "You two, if you can kill two opponents. I will not kill you. If you run into the darkness, it will kill you. Remember, don't make noise, whoever makes a sound, I will kill him, and detain his soul and torture him for a hundred years. ”

Once superstition arises, there is basically no reason or logic to talk about the subsequent events that occur.

Those two men with knives killed more than two opponents, and they hacked to death four guys who were comrades a few days ago. Three more people were slashed before being killed by others picking up stones. Only two people were able to stand up now, and three were lying in pools of blood.

Ding Yi said to the two people who were still standing, "Look, I said that as long as they kill two people, I will not teach them to die." I didn't kill them. You killed it. Well, kill all three of them on the earth. and you can go. Or glare at me again. And then give me a reason to kill you? ”

Before he could finish his sentence, the two Warats, who were standing, threw themselves at the three comrades who had been slashed and stoned them to death.

Neither the murderer nor the slain made a sound.

Ding Yi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's go." I'm not going to kill you tonight. ”

They were pardoned, and they kowtowed to Ding before leaving.

But as they ran into darkness, they fell, just like their former companions. A short arrow fired by an eccentric crossbow pierced the heart.

After the death, a dozen corpses looked more faithful than they had been, three or four around a campfire, performing their duties in the wind and snow. Unless the high-ranking commander of Warat approached the campfire, he would not have noticed the problem from a distance. It's just that the three disciples who moved those corpses were too tired, and the disciple called Du Ziteng gasped and said, "Dead Tartar, it's so heavy, I'm tired to death." Sir, it's too easy to kill people like this! ”

"Why don't we do it again and try it for you? 100,000 Tartars, don't you have a chance? Ding Yi shrugged his shoulders and said this, so frightened that Du Ziteng stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to say more. This is not what Ding Yi wants, but he has no choice, who would have thought that the four Warat sentinels with a bonfire would get together and fart?

He only has four people, how can he kill these people silently without pretending to be a ghost?

Of course, the most unlucky thing should be Xiao Khan, who didn't know what to do in the middle of the night with a horsewhip, maybe he couldn't rest assured that he was a slave; Or maybe some of these dozen dead bodies have some kind of super-friendship relationship with that little Khan? God knows, in short, this one died the most unjustly.

The prisoner shed built by the Warat people was not locked at all, so Du Ziteng still groped for a long time on the dozen or so corpses. Several nine-strand twisted cowhide cords were tied in a dead knot, and it was impossible for an unarmed captive to gnaw out all his teeth, and it was impossible to break the rope.

But for Ding Yi, who was armed with a Damascus scimitar, it was just a knife.

"Whoever argues, who dies." These were the first words Ding Yi said when he entered the prisoner's shed.

Originally, no one made a noise because the door was opened, and the Tartars came in the middle of the night, dragging some dead bodies out and throwing them away, or looking for some handsome captive, and getting them out and ravaging them, and the day before yesterday, the son of a commanding envoy was unwilling to be humiliated and killed. Death is death, and the Tartar is not taken seriously at all, just drag it out and throw it away.

As soon as Ding said the official language of the Ming Dynasty, there were many sounds in the camp shed like countless gnats, but they soon lowered it again, because the people who were awake just now were watching the Warat people who were guarding them, how they were killed by Ding Yi like dogs one by one, they were also people of this era, and they were also in the upper hand and couldn't hear the crossbow string crashing, and they also felt that Ding Yi had some kind of magical power, so many people covered the mouths of their companions.

"Abang Rakshasa , he is Apong Rakshasa !" Those who had just been awake lowered their voices and told their companions, "I waited to see with my own eyes, and he pointed his knife at the tartar and said, 'Die,' and the tartar fell to the ground and died without a word!" He said, 'Death to a scream,' and as soon as the Tartar opened his mouth, he fell down and died! Don't dare to make noise, don't dare to make noise......" was covered and nodded one after another, which one dares to make noise?

Ding Yi's murderous name finally quieted down in the prisoner's shed.

This surprised Ding Yi, it was originally an extremely headache, these captives were noisy, he couldn't kill them like a Varattar, right? Who knew that pretending to be a ghost in this era actually had a far more effect than he expected: "He who can kill comes forward, kneels, and raises his right hand; Those who are powerless to kill will retreat, and whoever makes a noise will ruin everyone's lives or be a traitor, and I will kill whoever they want. ”

This is not to say whether you can kill people by mouth, those who can squeeze their heads out of more than 1,000 people are all strong and strong-bottomed haode people, think about the scene of crowding the bus hundreds of years later, there are only dozens of people, and they can be squeezed away without strength, not to mention the prisoner camp of more than 1,000 people.

Ding Yi held a raised hand, strong and powerful, with a calloon on his hand: "A certain save you, can you die?" ”

"Little Death!" Ding Yi pulled his hand out, Du Ziteng caught it outside, handed him a branch to teach him to bite, pulled his left hand, and another disciple pressed a small seal on his arm, and there were many needle-like protrusions in the small seal, which was what Ding Yi taught Li to cast with the lost wax method, and the spikes were just a little higher than the border, which was the depth of the needle used for the usual tattoos, and then took the ink and painted it, and four seal characters appeared on the forearm of the person's left hand: the dry city of the country.

The other disciple threw the tattooed captive into the darkness and taught him to hide it.

The assembly line operation has always been extremely fast, and the most time-consuming is only Ding Yi's question and answer, which is about three or four moments, and then Du Ziteng consumes another moment, the tattooed disciple consumes two more moments, and the disciple who brings people into the darkness takes another two moments, and it takes less than a snap of his fingers before and after, that is, less than ten seconds.

Of course, it took Ding Yi some time to judge whether this person was strong or not according to the hand he was holding, but after a stick of incense, that is, five minutes, Ding Yi had already selected the people he needed, thirty people. These thirty people, Du Ziteng, put the scimitars, bows and arrows, and sticks of the dozen or so Warat soldiers over, and taught them to pick up the weapons they were good at.

Then Ding Yi didn't ask anymore, only raised his hand, and pulled it out. The thirty who can squeeze out the forefront, it is obvious that they are the most bloody and courageous characters, and the latter belong to the second echelon, Ding Yi doesn't have so much time to choose alone, as long as he dares to kill, he can squeeze it out and raise his hand, and pull it out.

Du Ziteng and the other two disciples naturally stopped giving them tattoos, and drove them to a place where the fire could not shine, and taught them to bend down. Ding Yi's cup of tea was ten minutes of effort, and he pulled hundreds of people, and his hands were sore, so he asked, "How many people?" ”

"Mr. Yu, seven hundred and thirteen people." Du Ziteng silently remembered the number of people all the way.

Ding Yi nodded and said to the remaining captives: "The court is incapable of saving you, Ding Yi is here, but Ding Yi is only a head and two hands, and the court has not given me a soldier or a horse." All I can do is open the door to the cell, and now I will go and kill the guards of the Tartars, and everyone will listen to the thunder and run, and life and death will have to settle their fate. Ding paused and said, "If the thunder doesn't sound, someone dares to go out, and if you want to ruin everyone's lives, you will not die well." ”

Then Ding Yi didn't say anything more, from killing those dozen sentinels, to now it has been enough to have two teas, to have this twenty-minute gap, Ding Yi already feels extremely rare, where do you dare to take risks? The guards of the captives were not only the dozen or so Warats, but the dozen or so were just the night guards of the Warats who guarded the captives.

If all the valets in the tents next to the prisoner shed run out, and there are 2,000 people up and down, what can Ding Yi do if he is mixed with iron? So he immediately taught Du Ziteng and the three of them to lead the more than 700 captives away, but the three disciples were unwilling to leave Ding Yi, so angry that Ding Yi was going crazy. He didn't have time to say anything at all, so he just pulled out his knife.

Du Ziteng and the three of them had no choice but to follow the route of Jihua when Ding Yi came, led the more than 700 prisoners, and went to Beijing in three ways to withdraw without mentioning.

Ding Yi dared to do this, not out of thin air, he didn't take his life so cheaply. (To be continued......)

PS: Is there a monthly pass today?