Changlin stood on the guard tower, holding an eagle horn bow that was almost the same length as his height. This longbow is made of purple wood, which is unique to the northern continent, and has good toughness. His gaze and attention were focused on the spot where the torches were concentrated on the ground, staring at the guy with a panicked face, waving his arms like a madman, trying to lead people to the outside of the stockade.

As soon as the fingers loosened, the tight bowstring let out a low roar, and the feather arrow connected a straight line between the long forest and the target, accurately drilling into the opponent's left eye, piercing the skull with a huge thrust, and the steel arrow dragged a little neuromuscular tissue from the back of the head to the air. In the firelight, the surface of the sharp, sharp metal triangle rolls a palpitating bright red.

Roars of oppression came and went.

"Lay down your arms or die!"

"This is the Rock Village, not a place for you to go wild."

"Whoever dares to move again, Lao Tzu will stab him through the ass with a steel gun, stick it all the way up to the leader, and make him a human jerky."

These threats are not as simple as words. The northern barbarians had the terrible custom of making small bowls out of the skulls of the dead. The "Bone Bowl Master" is a revered and mysterious profession that is said to be able to communicate with the gods, and the bone bowl is distinguished by the status of the deceased and the user. The bone bowls used by ordinary commoners are at most polished and smooth, and if they are bone bowls used by nobles, they should be edged with gold and embedded with precious stones.

The people around the car village were frightened, and they gathered together tremblingly, and more torches were lit in the darkness, illuminating the heavy tower shields that slowly advanced like movable walls on the front and back sides, constantly compressing the activity space.

The leader of the group is dead. His hands and feet were still twitching, as if someone had stepped on him and been fatally injured, but his nerve transmission had not been completely cut off.

More archers appeared on the guard tower.

They even reversed the heavy ballista erected on the tower, removed the elevation support, and the huge arrowhead the thickness of an adult's arm pointed straight at the dense crowd that surrounded them, and at the sound of the order, the controller immediately smashed the steel latch with a mallet, tilting towards the target and died.

After about three minutes of confrontation in a state of panic, the first surrenderer appeared.

Immediately after that, there was the second, and then the third......

The leader of the group is dead, and the people who have lost their discipline don't think there's anything wrong with doing so.

To be alive is to have hope.

Moreover, this is not a surrender in the conventional sense. They both belong to the Lei Niu tribe and belong to the Niu tribe. Relax the conditions of the camp, we are all barbarians living on the northern continent.

As long as the surrender is not to the diminutive whites of the southern continent, there is no problem.

……

It was already dawn.

The hangover felt terrible, and when Yifeng woke up, he felt that his hands, feet, and limbs did not belong to him, and the numbness and dullness that he had never felt before permeated his body, his mouth was sticky, and his thirst burned his throat like fire, and he desperately wanted to drink water.

What gave him even more headache was what had already happened.

It's a rare sunny day in winter, and the dawn shines from the sky to the rocks, dyeing everything pink. The air was still cold, and the biting cold that had been brought about by the night's expulsion of the small amount of heat during the day was still at work. Worse still, the wind picked up, burrowed into people's thin clothes, poured through the corners of the animal skin robes, and ravaged and tore at the skin, and the deeper muscles.

Jian Ping clutched his long-handled battle axe, maintaining a high-alert combat posture, and stood there motionless.

He was furious, but he pursed his lips, his teeth almost crushed where he couldn't see the naked eye, but he was silent for a long time, and he didn't dare to let go of a fart.

The army brought by Xiongkui, along with his and Yifeng's guards, were captured, and not a single one remained.

Looking at Tianhao, who was sitting opposite with a smile on his face, Yifeng subconsciously reached out and touched his face, his fingers touched a dense and rough wrinkle, he felt old for the first time, and the young leader of Panshizhai was like the sun slowly rising in the sky, releasing dazzling light from the morning mist little by little, transforming from warm to scorching temperature.

"Ah Hao, you shouldn't forget what we agreed on last night, right?" The cunning and calculation of adults were reflected in Yifeng, he quickly put himself in his position, his anger quickly turned into dissatisfaction under the fear and warning, and even the tone of his voice subconsciously carried a bit of humility that even he himself was not aware of: "According to the price you said, those people who ran from my village...... Well, I'm wrong, I'm the one who took the initiative to sell it to you, so settle it at the price you gave! ”

Tianhao's smile was full of generosity: "I know that Brother Yifeng is very righteous and has credit." Hahahaha, no problem, I'll let people go to the warehouse to pick up the grain. ”

Yifeng "hey, hey, hey" smiled dryly, and sat there without moving: "There are still a few people who stayed outside the village yesterday. Ah Hao, I don't participate in the matter between you and Xiongkui. But my people ......"

"Speaking of this matter, I just want to ask Brother Yifeng and Brother Jianping to be witnesses." Tianhao interrupted him: "As long as there are people, there will be trouble. The harvest in the field is not good, and when the man is hungry, he will try to find enough to eat. So what happened between me and the two eldest brothers, let's just do business, and nothing else. ”

"But Xiongkui is different from you." As he spoke, Tianhao's words changed, and his fierce and ruthless face appeared without the slightest concealment: "Brother Yifeng, you said that there were six people running in your village. Brother Jianping, there are eleven on your side. What about Xiongkui? He opened his mouth for more than a hundred...... Yard, he really thinks that my rock village is a mud and easy bully? Breaking in with hundreds of people, he thought it was his own home, and he could do whatever he wanted? ”

Yifeng fell into a long silence.

Jianping also sat down in disdain, and laid the long-handled battle axe in his hand flat on his knees. He was a little embarrassed, the effect of the alcohol was still there, and his mind was not very clear, and when he got up in the morning, he heard that there had been a battle last night, and then looked at the prisoners who were controlled, and he suddenly became enthusiastic, thinking that the young leader of the rock village was going to attack him. But now it seems...... Things are clearly not what I imagined.

"What are you going to do now?" After a long time, Yifeng, who had made up his mind, slowly spoke, and he stared at the opposite side with scheming eyes: "Ah Hao, what do you want us to do?" ”

"Just tell the truth." Tianhao replied very simply: "No matter who asks, as long as you truthfully describe everything that happened, including Xiongkui asking you to come to my village to ask for someone, and what he said to me yesterday, not a word is missing." ”