Barama wants to live.

More than his father.

In his opinion, Dai Shan is old, he enjoys the glory and wealth, eats the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and plays with all kinds of women.

Dead don't lose.

They're different, young, young, very young.

There is still a long way to go.

Didn't Nurhachi also serve as a slave to Li Chengliang in the first place? Didn't it rise like that?

As long as you can survive.

Lie down and taste the courage, endure humiliation.

In time, he Balama may not be able to take the Jurchens to set off a storm in Liaodong again.

So, he can't die. His dad could.

Dai Shan looked at his bruised face, and already knew his son's plan.

He smiled at Barama and let go of his grip on the rope.

With one less person, the situation immediately turned one-sided. The Balama team won the game with ease.

Dai Shan stood calmly in place, ignoring the angry accusations of several teammates behind him.

He was thinking about his life.

His life was brightened by being the son of his father, Khan.

His life was made extravagant by being the son of his father, Khan.

But at this time, he also suffered humiliation because he was the son of his father Khan, and he would lose his life in this once yearning capital of the Ming Dynasty. Ironically, his death gave his son hope for life.

He glanced at Barama and Mazhan.

I moved my mouth, but I still couldn't say the accusatory words.

Because he saw guilt in his son's evasive gaze.

It's good to die, it's good to be dead!

"Executioner!"

Now that the victory and defeat have been divided, Tian Ergeng called the executioner. Ignoring the kneeling begging and cries of several people, he resolutely cut off their heads.

Eight more heads fell to the ground.

"Wang Banban, see no. This is Jiannu! ”

"The slave is wrong."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Unexpectedly, at the most critical moment of the game, the inhumane Dai Shan actually exuded the brilliance of humanity and resolutely handed over the hope of life to his son. Balama, you must not let your father down! Did you see Huang Taiji standing over there? That's your next opponent. Let's go! Kill them! Tian Ergeng explained excitedly.

Although Barama won, she didn't feel happy at all.

He Amma died.

He glanced at Huang Taiji, his own Ang Kechi.

Kill him again, and he will be able to live.

Huang Taiji also glanced at him, his face expressionless.

He didn't want to die either.

In this farce, he sees the humanity that the people closest to him have lost in order to live.

Having lost hope of living, he rekindled his fighting spirit.

"It can be seen that both sides are fighting high at the moment, and the Huang Taiji team has been resting for a while. The Balama team is in full swing. This game is also the last game of the tug-of-war, who will survive the game. To be honest, I really don't know! Surely no one knows. Life and death will be in their own hands, well, no more nonsense. The game begins. ”

Huang Taiji took a deep breath, as long as he could kill this last wave of people, he would be able to survive.

He looked back at the few people behind him, whether they were close to him or not, they were more united than ever before.

The race is on.

When he was just watching, he discovered the characteristics of the tug-of-war of Barama and others.

The first half is fierce, and the second half is weak.

It was estimated that it would be difficult for them to fight against them in the early stage, so he proposed to stabilize first and consume the other party. Wait for the opponent to gradually exhaust his strength and then break out reluctantly, and win the victory in one go.

It turned out that Huang Taiji was right, and Balama and the others tried their best at the beginning, trying in vain to defeat Huang Taiji in a short time. But the Huang Taiji team refused to pull a tug-of-war and only held the middle line steadily. After several attempts to no avail, the Balama team slowly relaxed, and Huang Taiji saw that the opportunity had come.

So there was a loud roar and the last of his strength burst out.

The people behind him also followed his rhythm, and the red cloth moved towards them little by little.

The Balama team was naturally unwilling to fail and used all their strength to feed. But the rhythm has been lost, and the defeat has been decided.

When the red cloth crosses the white line, the whistle for the end of the match sounds.

"Huang Taiji! It was Huang Taiji who won the final victory! He lived up to his name as Great Khan, and he fought all the way, killing his brothers, killing his sons and nephews, and finally winning the right to live! Right now! Raise your hands and cheer for him! Tian Ergeng walked up to Huang Taiji excitedly and said, his words were full of deep ridicule for him.

"Someone! Serve the prepared meals! Let our winners enjoy a victorious lunch! ”

Then a team of arranged people served them a meal.

The meals were very hearty, with chicken, fish, meat and eggs.

Huang Taiji and the others were nervous and tired, and they were already hungry. At this moment, I relaxed, sat on the ground one by one, and devoured it.

"I'll tell you something while they're eating. Due to time constraints, I forgot to mention the last rule of the game. In fact, it is quite simple, even among the eight people who won the tug-of-war competition, only one survived. Although there are not many places, we have set up a great reward for the last survivor. Reward 10,000 taels of silver, and send you home!

Huang Taiji and others, who were eating to their heart's content, became excited when they heard this.

"Why? Didn't you say before that you could leave alive if you won the tug-of-war? ”

"Not by anything." Tian Ergeng held the microphone in one hand and took out a pistol from his arms with the other, and shot it at the protesters, who were directly shot in the head and fell to the ground. He was still holding an unfinished chicken leg in his hand.

"Well, now you have one less competitor. Is there anything you wouldn't like? I'll send him to go first! ”

No.

The companions who were eating roast chicken together just now scattered their tofu brains all over the ground in the blink of an eye, who would dare to speak?

"Of course, you may say that I am not trustworthy! Don't believe me!

I now swear to heaven in front of so many messengers, people, and colleagues! As long as any of you survives, if I make it difficult for him, I will let the heavens thunder and crack, and I will never be able to live beyond my life! You're convinced this time, aren't you?

Still not satisfied? If not, let's get started. By the way, you don't have weapons, but whatever you have in front of you can be used at will. Now, let's get started. In a quarter of an hour, the winner will be decided. Otherwise, they all have to die! ”

After speaking, Tian Ergeng retreated.

In the venue, everyone who had been happily eating stopped at all.

"This is a conspiracy of the Ming people, just to see us kill each other! Believe it or not, whoever wins. None of them will let us get out of the capital alive. "The person who speaks is called A Tongji, and he is a Beizi!

"But he swore it!" Another Beizi, who was about his age, said.

"Are you stupid? Akito has always been cunning, what is the use of swearing. ”

"You have a point." The shellfish looked in agreement, picked up a leg of mutton and ran away, hiding far away.

When everyone saw this, they all got up and scattered and ran away.

"You brainless dogs, you know it's a trick of the Ming people!" Ah Tongji was so angry that he stomped his feet and scolded.

But he overlooked one point.

Can he see the problem that others can't see?

If they do not obey, they all die.

If you are obedient, maybe, you may live?

The seven people were scattered in all corners of the venue, and no one dared to move first, lest they become the ones who were lost.

At this time, Gui Yingcha's loud voice outside the court sounded again.

"Bet on the bet, guess the dealer pays out!"

The laughter outside the stadium contrasts sharply with the tension inside the city. Huang Taiji spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I've always taken you a lot in the past! I am alive, and the Jurchen has a chance to turn the tables! For the sake of Daikin, I beg you to leave me a chance to live! On behalf of the Jurchen tribes, I thank you to thousands of people! After saying that, Huang Taiji actually knelt down!

Zhu Youzhen, who was outside the court, squinted his eyes.

This Huang Taiji is a complete bad pen. Didn't you put on a show in front of me that you could bend and stretch, didn't you strengthen my idea that I would kill you?

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In fact, not only Zhu Youzhen thinks so, but also everyone in the audience thinks so.

Give back the damn big gold.

It's all fucking given to a pot, and there's a chance to turn the tables?

On behalf of the Jurchen Ministries, thank you.

If Xian Khan hadn't asked you to represent Daikin back then, Daikin would have fallen back to such a bleak end!?

Now licking a Bilian and saying let's die, let you live?

What a fucking shame!

Aji glanced at the others, and at the same time looked at Huang Taiji, who was kneeling on the ground.

Then, as if they had made a discussion, they ran towards Huang Taiji at the same time.

Huang Taiji looked at the few people who rushed over and was stunned.

Do you still want to run in front of yourself if you commit suicide?

What a loyalty!

But it wasn't until he saw the murderous aura in their eyes a little closer that Huang Taiji understood.

It's going to kill me!

He hurriedly got up from the ground to run, but was overtaken by the lamb shank shell.

I saw that Beizi stepped forward quickly, rounded the leg of mutton in his hand, and rammed one leg on Huang Taiji's head. Then a person with a big dolphin bone stepped forward and pressed Huang Taiji and knocked on his skull!

Ajitong was the most ruthless, and took a broken lamb stick bone and stabbed Huang Taiji's neck directly.

After a while, Huang Taiji had less air in and more air out.

Huang Taiji, the male lord of the generation, was killed by his own people with food.