"Okay, don't be so afraid, I won't eat you again."

Zhang Qi wiped his face comfortably, threw the sackcloth to a female soldier standing beside him, and said with a peaceful face.

The kneeling people in the tribe thought to themselves that if you hadn't gone on a killing spree as soon as you came in, they might still be able to believe a little.

If you look at the water in the pot, it's all human blood.

"Speaking of which, you should be the last tribe I attacked, so who, give me an apple."

Zhang Qi beckoned, and the Hun man in the Atai Department, who was now promoted to a hundred chiefs, respectfully presented Zhang Qi with a green and red apple.

This was what he had brought out of the world of horsemanship, and after the first revelation, the Hun cavalry who had been wrapped up began to die to him like the miracle of the camp.

took a bite of the tender apple, and the juice flowing from the flesh left behind the corners of Zhang Qi's mouth.

"It's also your bad luck, I was going to collect my troops and go back, who made your guard range so far, I didn't follow the tail you left behind to find you."

The tribesmen swallowed, the Huns could not eat many green vegetables, not to mention the harsh winter, the allure exuded by the green and red apples in Zhang Qi's hand was comparable to a meal of delicious meat.

"Well, I've given you so much time to think about it, so follow me in the future."

As he spoke, Zhang Qi leaned back, and the traveling horse took two steps forward in time, allowing Zhang Qi to lean on its side.

Ten days of looting and killing have changed Zhang Qi's mental appearance, and now he exudes a bandit aura around him, like a big boss in the mountains.

Zhang Qi was lazily nibbling on the apple, but his eyes were fixed on the leader of those who knelt down.

This tribe is stronger than the tribes he has plundered before, not only does it have vigilant rangers, but this tribe's counterattack strength and will to fight back are also the most decent.

In order to take down this tribe, his servant army killed and wounded more than a dozen people, all of whom were shot through the chest with an arrow.

The man who shot the arrow was kneeling on the ground at this moment, and he was closest to Zhang Qi, he had also used the usual words before, but the people of this tribe were waiting for the reaction of the young man in the lead, which was strange.

"No, taste it."

After eating half of an apple, Zhang Qi threw it in front of the leading young man on the ground.

The latter looked at Zhang Qi with an arrogant face: "Barbarian, put away your face, if it weren't for my grandfather who took someone to Shan Yuting, you local chickens and dogs, but Er'er!" ”

"Yo." Zhang Qi was intrigued by the other party's title, this kid is really backbone, the battle has been over for two or three hours, and he didn't open his mouth until now.

"Call me a barbarian?!"

Zhang Qi became interested.

"Han Chinese?"

Zhang Qi walked to the young man's side and squatted down, picked up half an apple from the snow, and stuffed it into the mouth of a young man who was eager to see through it.

"The Han people of his mother, the labor and management are upright Qin people!"

"Qin people!! Got it, barbarian! ”

Maybe Zhang Qi's words touched a certain scale of the young man, and the young man who fell to the ground struggled and threw himself on Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi cherishes talent, the few female soldiers behind him don't, they don't bother to care about the Han people, the Qin people, as long as someone wants to hurt their master, it is a big rebellion!

Several female soldiers kicked the young man to the ground, and stomped on the young man's face with one foot.

"Bold! What qualifications do you have to insult my lord, and if you dare to shout loudly, my mother will kill you! ”

Naki's foot was on the young man's face, and a long knife was held against his throat.

"Qin people?"

"The Qin people ruled under the Xiongnu tent?"

"Don't embarrass the old Qin people."

Zhang Qi sneered back unceremoniously.

The composition of the Huns is diverse, and except for the control of the Su Yu clan, the others have long been unable to distinguish who is who.

You just said that there was Zhou Tianzi's blood among the Huns, and Zhang Qi was not shocked at all.

Standing up from in front of the young man, Zhang Qi patted some of the floating snow on his body and sighed: "It seems that your grandfather is not here, and you are in big trouble." ”

"Hey, kid, I'll give you one last chance, take your people to surrender to me, I'll give you a chance to restore the identity of the Qin people, and it's not impossible to fight in the Han land in the future."

"You can even surrender to the Xiongnu, so I, a Han with the same Chinese blood as you, is more attractive than the Xiongnu."

"What do you say?"

Zhang Qi's eyes were slight, he was impatient, if this person still didn't enter, then he wouldn't be polite.

It's just a few hundred people, if it weren't for the fact that they advanced and retreated appropriately when they were attacked, as if they had experience in military formations, he would have used his knife a long time ago.

"You!"

Being trampled on his face, the young man's neck was exposed, he looked at Zhang Qi deadly, and then sighed: "Let your people take their feet away." ”

"That's it."

Zhang Qi shouted softly, and then he put away his knife and returned to Zhang Qi's side.

"Are you Han?"

The young man stood up and looked at Zhang Qi.

"Yes." Zhang Qi nodded.

The young man looked back at the clansmen around him, then looked at the army around him, and half-knelt in front of Zhang Qi: "Plough... Surrender. ”

"It's not long before this happens, what kind of young man's heart, he was beaten in vain."

Zhang Qi patted the floating snow on the young man's shoulder, and a spirit point fell quietly.

It may be because it has just descended, and the speed of the integration of the spirit point is very slow, but Zhang Qizhi doesn't mind, as long as the spirit point can be integrated, then it means that this person has indeed surrendered.

"What's it called?"

Zhang Qi beckoned, two apples were delivered to him again, handed one to the young man, Zhang Qi bit the apple and asked casually.

"Wang Li, externally called Plough Mutai."

After surrendering, the young man, that is, Wang Li's waist was a little stiff, and he replied to Zhang Qi weakly, and then bit the apple in his hand as if he was angry.

"There are surnames and names." Zhang Qi glanced at him in surprise again.

Then, with a wave of their hands, the women stepped forward to distribute food to those kneeling on the ground.

"Your people are still under your jurisdiction, don't be discouraged, wouldn't it be better to fight the Huns with me in the future than to be dogs to the Huns now."

Zhang Qi casually grabbed Wang Li's shoulder, which made the young man very uncomfortable for a while, but listening to Zhang Qi's words, he also nodded.

"You're right, I asked Grandpa to leave several times, but he said that the time hadn't come, so it's better if you came."

Wang Li's expression was a little melancholy, and he began to tell Zhang Qi his story.

"I grew up in the grassland, and when I was a child, I listened to my grandfather tell me stories about the inside of the Great Wall........