Will Niu Weibang kill Tianhao?

The answer is no.

But that doesn't mean he can trust Tianhao as much as he did before.

The King of Thunderhorn must have known that the rumors about the rebellion of the Lord of Rock City were all lies, but he couldn't pull out the thorn planted in his heart———— there were traitors in the prison, who could guarantee that this omission would not spread to the guards around him? If even those who have sworn allegiance cannot be trusted, then what else is true in this world?

Tianhao's various behaviors and actions of loyalty may be deliberately disguised in Niu Weibang's view.

This is the result that Wu Yuan wants.

He doesn't have enough power to control everything, but he is the spokesman of the gods and knows how to use the resources at his disposal. Sometimes you don't need a knife to kill someone, a sentence or two, a small action, is enough to decide a person's fate.

But that's not enough.

The flask was small, and Wu Yuan counted it, drinking a total of six glasses.

The cider in Rock City tastes good and is sweet.

A little celebration is not indulgence. It's best to feel a little drunk, just enough to stimulate the brain and keep it high without losing your cool.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door outside.

Wu Yuan knew that it was a cronie around him. As a clan witch, he has no shortage of followers, killing one and two, killing several more and more.

The deity is a banner, higher than the king.

Stand up, walk over, and pull the door open. The cronies knelt outside, their foreheads pressed against the ground, and their humble voices revealed absolute respect: "My lord, the carriage is ready to leave at any time."

"Let's go!" Wu Yuan lightly touched the top of his cronie's bowed back casually: "The gods have seen your efforts, and you will get the ladder to the door of heavenly happiness."

Some people want to be in this world, some people want to die, and some people want to enter heaven after death, although even they themselves don't know what kind of existence it is.

"Thank you, God, and thank you." His waist was more bent than before, and his face was almost on the ground.

It's time to go to Barehoof City.

This is a signal that Wu Yuan released to the outside world two days ago. He is a clan witch, and the sacrifices on this side of Thunderhorn City have been completed, and the next thing is the relevant rituals for each of the clans to go out of the walled city. It's a long and hard journey, and if it's done honestly and step by step, next spring will come. In fact, shamans of any race would not do this, and at most they would pick major cities for sacrifices. Small villages have their own practices, and the local priests are up to the task.

This excuse is so good that no one can fault it.

No one knew that Wu Yuan's destination was Fangs City.

"Rock City is bound to collapse in the war. Young man, you will fall badly and break your bones. ”

……

Pig territory, black tooth department, Changfeng village.

The village was devastated, with four breaches in the surrounding wall, the gate almost shattered, the wooden walls on both sides torn down, and the entrance more than three times wider, with an overall length of more than 100 meters.

The battle is over.

The Ox soldiers armed with swords searched the rooms in small teams. Those who did not have time to escape were dragged out of their hiding places, and the tips of their guns and long knives threatened them to concentrate in the central clearing, and they squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, and at the slightest movement, the vigilant soldiers immediately rushed over and slapped them wildly, causing blood from the corners of their mouths and swollen faces.

The elderly and the women mingled, and the children were among them. It was impossible to escape, all the captives were numbered according to their heads, in groups of ten, men and women in the prime of life were mixed with the old and weak, and anyone who fled in any way was punished together and put to death in public.

More than 50 wooden poles have been erected around the square, with stiff corpses stuck in them, guilty or not, and the ruthless system of sit-in-action will make you understand what reality is.

The killings continued.

The injured Changfeng Zhai people were brought out one by one and screened by the captain and leader of the ten heads of the Niu clan. Those with less serious injuries can stay and join the prisoner of war corps. The seriously wounded must die, their hands and feet cut off in battle, unable to move, and even if they survive by chance, they are no different from waste. What's more, they are not cattle people, and it is a waste of food to live.

This is a necessary link for all tribes of the northern barbarians after the end of the war. The dead were a reward for the living, and it is said that in ancient times, barbarian ancestors would kill prisoners en masse after victory to satisfy the demands of all the armies under their command.

Zonggu was very satisfied with the spacious meeting hall of Changfeng Village. He sat on a temporary chair and looked at the leader of the stockade standing in front of him with his hands tied behind his back: "How are you thinking about it?" Surrender! ”

This is a brave pig man, and a leader of the pig people who seems to be able to win over.

He was very heroic in the battle: he was stabbed in the abdomen and twice in the shoulder, but he was unwilling to retreat, and led the few remaining Pig warriors to fight back, almost killing the Niu army that had already rushed into the stockade. If it weren't for the timely reinforcements of Zonggu's commanders, it would have taken more time and more casualties to capture Changfeng Village.

The wounded leader's abdomen was bandaged, and despite its thickness, it was stained red with a large amount of oozing blood. Because of the excessive bleeding, he looked very weak and shivered all the time, not because of fear, but because he was very cold, and there was a feeling that he could freeze to death at any time because of the uncontrollable feeling.

It was already snowing outside.

He didn't answer Zonggu's question directly, he shook his body, his bloodshot eyes wide, and stared at a pig man standing opposite.

"I ...... I know you. He gasped for air, his anger and fear had long since faded with time, and the shock in his heart gradually calmed down, turning into a puzzle that troubled his thoughts: "More than ten years ago, in Fangs City...... The King's Birthday, All Tribes...... All the leaders of the stockade went to celebrate with gifts, and I sat with you, and you ...... Your name...... Let me think about what your name is...... You ......"

The burly pig man held the long knife in his right hand, looked at him quietly, was silent for a moment, and nodded slightly: "You have a good memory, my name is Black Tooth."

"Right...... That's right...... That's it, that's the name. The wounded leader swallowed hard a mouthful of bloody saliva and let out a fierce angry roar: "Why are you on their side? Cattle people...... When did you take refuge in them? You...... You are a traitor! ”

"Everyone has their own choice." Blacktooth moved his left arm, which was too tightly bound by the armor, and let out a slight muffled sound of metal colliding: "I don't want to die." I'm also the leader. I've got to feed the people down there. I used to be a man of the Steel Tooth Division, and I didn't have enough crops to eat in the field, and I had to give a large amount of wheat to the patriarch every year. I know it's a shame to surrender, but what can I do? Just for a little so-called loyalty, watching the whole village starve to death? ”

The wounded pig leader's eyes were even more bloody, and he let out a trembling voice of extreme resentment: "If it weren't for you leading the way, they wouldn't have found this place at all." You are still at the forefront, helping the cattle people to kill their own people. You...... This is betrayal! ”

Blacktooth smiled faintly. After staying in Rock City for so long, seeing countless new things, and being brainwashed by the political commissar appointed by Tianhao many times in a row, he is no longer the reckless and impulsive village leader he used to be: "Whatever you say, that's your freedom." If I die and can feed the rest of the people in Gushanzhai, then I will admit it. ”

"The king has never treated you badly." Grief welled on the wounded leader's face: "He invited us to a birthday party, and that was ...... That was the moment when I felt the most glorious. ”

"That's what you think." The voice of the black tooth did not bully, but there was a kind of coldness that rejected people thousands of miles away. He has seen a lot of this kind of thing, and he has been accused by many pigs, he no longer has any emotions at the moment, he feels like a machine, and he only knows how to carry out orders.

He won't help persuade him to surrender.

The three armies of Rock City, Thunder Horn City, and Mishui City each had their own commanders, and in order to facilitate the battle, Tianhao sent 1,000 pig warriors to each of the other two friendly armies. Heiya kept in mind Tianhao's repeated instructions before departure———— don't participate in anything other than combat, even if Zonggu or Zongguang asks you to do so, you must refuse. You are just a warrior and do not get involved in political struggles that you are not familiar with, or even completely unfamiliar with.

Black Tooth doesn't know what "politics" is, his thinking is very simple———— Tianhao rescued himself from the mess of the pig clan, he gave everyone in the Gushan cottage a chance to eat and live, if even such a person can't win the favor and make himself willing to follow, then he really doesn't know what the real leader is.

Young Zongguang had little patience, and he had lost interest in this seemingly ineffective persuasion. He drew his saber, put it on the neck of the injured leader, and shouted: "In a word, do you surrender or not?"

The pupils of the pig leader suddenly contracted, and he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. After a long time, he let out a long sigh, his expression became sluggish, and he slowly raised his head with deep sadness and helplessness, turned his body, and looked at the Zonggu standing opposite: "...... You promise to spare everyone you caught? ”

"Of course." Zong Gu smiled gently: "I never do anything to someone who lays down his weapon."

"You've got to give us food." The leader of the pigs had obviously lost the determination to resist to the end, not so much moved by the words of the Black Tooth, but because he himself had new ideas about life and the future: "And clothes, this winter is too cold, if you want to take us away, you must give the old man and children enough clothes, otherwise they will freeze to death on the road."

"No problem." Zong Gu stepped forward slowly, smiling: "It seems that we have reached a consensus. Next, it's your turn to convince those people out there. ”

The battle is over, and all the captured pigs are concentrated in the clearing. Not everyone is willing to raise their hands in surrender, many people are reluctant, they have fierce eyes, if it weren't for the scruples of the Niu soldiers to be angry with their families, and the damn system of joint sitting, many people would have looked for an opportunity to escape.

When the wounded leader walked out of the house, the pig people gathered in the open space let out an exclamation, and the calm was broken, countless pairs of eyes looked at him, no one spoke, and all the pig people were waiting for his orders.

Zong Gu stood behind the injured leader, his hands crossed in front of him, he smiled faintly, and his deep voice could only be heard by Zong Guang, who was standing next to him.

"This is a very prestigious guy."

Zong Guang subconsciously grabbed the handle of the war knife inserted in the sheath and straddled diagonally on his waist, and his voice was not higher than that of his father: "Then you still keep him?"

"He's very useful to us." Zong Gu replied slowly, taking half a step to the side. At this time, the clouds in the sky were not as thick as before, and a ray of golden sunlight shone on the earth, and the tall body of the leader of the pig people blocked this extremely precious warmth in the cold winter, and Zonggu did not want him to enjoy it alone.

Zongguang didn't ask.

The wounded leader began to address the pig-man standing at the foot of the steps.

The content is very simple, nothing more than to explain the current situation and make everyone lay down their arms and surrender.

Zong Guang's nervous mood gradually relaxed. Father was right, it was a good move to persuade the leader to surrender. Only by keeping him alive can the captives of the pigs be at ease.

Whether you like it or not, there is no suspense about it getting to this point. Although the mood of the captives who accepted the facts was low, they were no longer as angry as they had just been. Zong Gu smiled and glanced at the captain of the guard who was waiting next to him, who nodded knowingly, walked down the steps quickly, and whispered orders to the ten and hundred heads below.

The pig squads quickly lined up and accepted the food distributed by the cattle people in order.

Two pieces of heterozygous dough per person.

We'll have to wait a while for the soup. The soldiers were gathering all kinds of loot, and the war dead were piled up in one place. The northern barbarians do not have a professional chef in the true sense, the broth is very simple, chop and cut into pieces, throw it into a large pot and add water to boil, and put a little salt if possible, otherwise it is a pot of boiling water with a fishy smell of white and greasy foam.

Food can soothe the mood, not to mention that this hybrid dough cake tastes very good, with meat and salt, which largely relieves the tension and anxiety of the pig captives.

Zong Gu kept smiling, and in front of all the captives, he shook the injured leader's hand, shook it gently like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and climbed his left hand on the other's shoulder and patted it affectionately a few times.

The expression of the leader of the pig people was not very natural, he was very unsuitable for this kind of occasion, his lips opened several times, but he couldn't make a sound, he lowered his head, and his mood was a little low.

"We are friends. I will not treat anyone who is willing to cooperate and obey him. ”

Zong Gu smiled: "Come on, eat something first, I still have some things to discuss with you."

All the captives saw the leader turn around and follow the clan into the room.

It's okay to surrender, at least you can save your life.

The food of the Niu people is good, maybe they can live better with them than they do now.