Wuer Village, wine cellar.
Sun Shaozong stretched out his hand to pick up the huge steamer in front of him, glanced inside with a blank expression, and asked without looking back, "Is it steamed here?"
"Return to your lord."
Shen Lian's face was a bit more gloomy than the black ashes at the bottom of the pot, and he heard him bow his body and clasped his fists and said, "Several Han women who angered the people of Wuerzhai were steamed to death in this place. of!"
After a pause, he gritted his teeth and added: "And after they died, they were stripped of their flesh and fed to other captured Chinese girls as food!"
It is precisely because they have been forced to eat several meals of human flesh that those women subconsciously chose to take revenge by eating them alive.
bang~
As soon as Sun Shaozong shrank his hand, the lid of the steamer slammed down. He tapped the steamer a few times with his fingers, and suddenly said, "This steamer doesn't look like a barbarian's craftsmanship."
Shen Lian hadn't noticed this before, but now that he was awakened by Sun Shaozong, he hurriedly looked at it carefully and compared it with the surrounding objects.
really!
Not only the steamer, but also the stove below it is completely different from other utensils.
Shen Lian hurriedly gave Yin Cheng a wink, Yin Cheng retreated knowingly, and after a while, he escorted a barbarian back from the outside.
"Your Excellency, spare your life, Your Excellency, spare your life!"
When the barbarian saw Sun Shaozong, he immediately kowtowed like pounding garlic, but his mouth was in serious Han Mandarin.
Hearing that he could speak fluent Mandarin, Sun Shaozong asked curiously, "Who are you?"
The barbarian was very alert, he knew whether he was alive or dead, and it was entirely up to the evil star in front of him to call the shots, so he hurriedly said: "The villain Bajing is a merchant in this Wuer Village, and he usually buys and sells in this village. It's all the little guys who are responsible."
"The villain is not only familiar with the conditions of Tongxi's villages, but also the customs and customs of Kangxi, Daixi, Huaxi, and Xunxi."
"If the official is willing to spare the life of a small dog, the young is willing to saddle up for the official army and die!"
These words made Sun Shaozong a little moved.
After all, the Wuxi barbarians have always been closed, and the so-called Han guides only know more about the most civilized Tongxi barbarians.
To go deep into the mountains and attack other barbarians, it is natural that the more the leading party like Bajing, the better.
However, Sun Shaozong did not respond in a hurry. Instead, he pointed to the steamer and asked, "Is this steamer made by your Wuerzhai?"
Bajing looked at the steamer, and immediately shook his head like a rattle: "Although there are craftsmen in Wu'er Village, they can't make such delicate objects-I heard that at the end of the Song Dynasty, a Han craftsman fled into the mountains to avoid disaster and built it for the village. some brewing utensils."
"It is also relying on these utensils that the Tongxi wine produced in the village has greatly increased the production, in exchange for today's prosperity."
Speaking of this, Bajing slammed his head on the ground and said with a heartache: "Every time the villain remembers this, he is grateful for the kindness of the Han craftsmen, and deeply hates the actions of Qiaxi and others for revenge!"
This guy really gets away with it.
Sun Shaozong stroked the steamer, imagining the mood of a Han craftsman when he built it more than a hundred years ago; imagining the tragic scene of a Han woman crying and dying in it a few months ago.
After a long while, he asked indifferently: "There are still a lot of people hiding in this stockade, can you find them out?"
Bajing's prostrate body trembled suddenly, but then she said categorically: "The villain must do his best!"
"It's not about trying, it's about doing it."
Sun Shaozong said, turned around and walked outside, leaving a sentence without looking back: "I don't care what method you use, after half an hour, there will be at least two hundred men in front of the gate."
Although the killing in front of the village gate completely destroyed the fighting spirit of the barbarians in Wu'er Village, only 60 or 70 people died under Sun Shaozong's sword.
However, when Lu Jianxing and Shen Lian led the teams to set fire to each other, more than a hundred people were slaughtered sporadically.
But together before and after, it only accounts for about 30% of the youth in Wuerzhai.
This is not in line with Sun Shaozong's original intention of destroying the enemy's living strength.
However, if the search continues, the timing of retreat may be delayed; secondly, if the enemy is in the dark, it will inevitably lead to more casualties of the official army.
That's why he arranged such a trial task for Ba Barley.
No matter how far the barley can be completed in the end, after half an hour, the officers should also set off down the mountain.
After leaving the wine cellar, Wang Zhen hurriedly brought a few personal guards, holding up Teng shields to the left and right, so as not to be attacked by the barbarians on the way.
Sun Shaozong ignored them, and just silently went to the gate of the village, and saw that there were already a lot of women, children, old and weak in the open space on the left side of the arrow tower.
Seeing that Sun Shaozong came back with his personal guards, the barbarians, women, children, old and weak were a little uneasy, but after a long commotion, seeing that he was just standing by the side, and there was no special behavior of the society, then the deadly silence gradually returned.
I have to say that Naba Barley still has some skills.
Not long after Sun Shaozong waited under the arrow tower, he saw young and strong barbarians being escorted one after another.
Of course, the more people who were escorted were the old and weak women and children among the barbarians.
Nearly half an hour later, there were already six or seven hundred barbarians crowded in front of the door, about 20% of them were young adults, which must have exceeded one hundred people, but they were still far from the standard of two hundred people.
"Master!"
After being escorted by Shen Lian, Bajing knelt down from far away, walked on his knees in front of Sun Shaozong, and pleaded with tears: "I beg you to be more lenient, Bajing will definitely be able to find more men!"
"No need."
Sun Shaozong untied Frostmourne from behind, and handed it to Bajing: "Put this sword on the ground, and the one taller than the hilt will be treated as a young man, and kill it!"
Bajing slowly got up from the ground and took the giant sword tremblingly.
Although he also guessed that the sword would not be too light, looking at Sun Shaozong's relaxed appearance, he still underestimated the weight of Frostmourne.
He took it in his hand and dropped it down, almost flashing his waist.
Bajing hurriedly leaned the sword on the ground, and saw that the tip of the sword was inserted into the ground, but the hilt was still a little higher than himself, and he could not help but secretly relieved.
Taking his own stature as a reference, there are at least half of the young adults present.
Who would have thought that when he just thought of this, he heard Sun Shaozong add: "If there are less than 200 people taller than the hilt of the sword - you can make up for it with your own life."
The blood on Bajing's face faded in an instant. If it wasn't for Frostmourne, he would have collapsed to the ground.
The young and strong barbarians present can't count to two hundred, doesn't this mean that they are dead
At this time, Sun Shaozong called out to two guides who spoke rough language and repeated what he had just said to Bajing to the barbarians present in barbarian language.
While the barbarians in the back were in an uproar, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in Bajing's heart!
If this official wants his own life, why bother
Is it...
Bajing turned to look at the clansmen who were still clamoring under the pressure of the officers and soldiers. A bit of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He suddenly gritted his teeth and slammed Frostmourne into the ground.
After confirming that the giant sword would not fall down for the time being, he found a small log from the vicinity, held it high with both hands, and slammed it against the hilt of the sword!
bang~
bang~
bang~
One, two, three...
At first, the barbarians behind him were still a little confused, but as less and less of the sword was exposed, some people gradually saw his purpose.
This barley is clearly trying to kill the little cubs in the stockade!
So the sound of cursing and begging suddenly boiled over to the sky!
Some mothers with half-year-old children by their side even began to recklessly attack the defense line of the official army.
However, Barbara turned a deaf ear, just picked up the log again and again, and nailed the sword into the ground, until the height of the hilt...
Less than three feet!
Thanks to book friends 'Lotuselise, Xing Yiming' for the reward.