"Ge Du! You bitch! Come out! If you are a man, come out!"
Zhang Zhao did not rush directly into the tent to find Ge Du, because he suddenly realized that he might be able to subdue these Uighur horse thieves.
This is more important than killing Ge Du. What he lacks now is people?
Moreover, before these Uighurs had time to burn, kill, and loot, they killed so many of them by themselves. They were not stained with the blood of the people in the village at all, and there was no psychological burden on them when they were conquered.
"Blind tiger! Prepare a fox tail for me! If Ge Duda Dagan still dares not come out, I will give him this fox tail. I never expected that the famous bald tiger in Shazhou is actually a coward!"
Pay attention and be prepared to humiliate Ge Du as much as possible. Only when the insult reaches a certain level can these people take the initiative to cut off from Ge Du.
"Hahaha! Okay! Erlangjun, wait a moment, I will ask someone to bring one!"
When the danger was over, Qi Shaohu's mood was very high. The Han men behind him also burst into laughter, and the grievances of the past two days were wiped away in one go.
They were happy, but the Uighurs on the other side all looked extremely ugly.
These Kucha Uighurs were moved by the Tibetans and lived in the Qilian Mountains for sixty or seventy years. They have already been tainted with the customs of the Tibetans in many ways. Giving people fox tails is the ultimate way for the Tibetans to humiliate the weak and cowards.<
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Even though the Tubo Empire has now weakened into various Tubo tribes, in the Qingtang and Qilian Mountains, if you tell a Tubo man that you want to have a super-friendship relationship with his wife and daughter, according to the current customs of the Tubo people, they are very
Most likely they won’t take it seriously.
But if you dare to give a Tubo man a fox tail, if you are of equal status and strength, and he does not kill you or is killed by you, your family and tribe will be humiliated, and your descendants will not be able to hold their heads high.
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So, when Qi Blind Hu took a salted fox tail and shook it towards Ge Du's tent, even Qiongre Duojin, who was lying on the ground with excessive blood loss, blushed.
"Dagan! Dagan! Dagan!"
There were about sixty or seventy Uighurs gathered at the entrance of the tent. They did not come up to confront the Han people on Zhang Zhao's side. Instead, they looked at Ge Du's tent and started shouting for Ge Du.
Because if Ge Du didn't come out, it would not only be him who would be humiliated, but all the Uighur horse thieves.
"Hahaha! What a bald tiger! What a Dagan! He's just a coward, didn't he run away?"
Old Zhang Zhong was particularly excited tonight. It felt like his grandfather told him about the bloody battle with Taibao Gong in Liangzhou and his surrender to Hexi.
He saw hope!
The Uighurs shouted for a long time, but there was still no sign of Ge Du. At this time, a very tall Uighur man came out, raised his hand to Zhang Zhaoyi and said.
"Erlangjun! Please allow us to leave for a while, and please wait a moment. We will definitely find Ge Du!"
"You can't do it, Mr. Erlang! Those thieves have no faith at all. They will definitely not come back after they go!"
Qi Xiaohu quickly said, these are dozens or hundreds of Uighur horse thieves, and they know the location of the stronghold. Letting them go will be a big trouble.
Zhang Zhao stared at the tall Uighur for a while, then waved his hand.
"You look like a warrior, so I'll give you a chance to wash away your shame. Even if Ge Du runs away, he won't be able to run far. In two quarters of an hour, bring Ge Du here. I will fight him, no matter life or death, as long as Ge Du dares to come."
, I will take back this fox tail!"
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang Erlang!" The strong man bowed his hands to Zhang Zhao.
"Huangyang'er, let's take five people each and we will definitely find Ge Du." The strong Uighur man shouted loudly. He didn't even call him the honorific Dagan and called Ge Du directly.
As soon as he finished speaking, about ten people immediately emerged from the crowd. A few of them opened the curtains of the big tent and began to search from the position of the big tent. The other group of people divided into two groups and began to look up and down the stream.
"Sanniang, please take off the armor for someone!" Zhang Zhao saw Cao Sanniang with shining eyes in the crowd at a glance, like a little female cat. He laughed loudly and asked Cao Sanniang to come and remove his armor.
Because he decided to do something bigger.
"Blind Hu, boil water and ask people to find herbs, preferably dried mugwort or thorns. Treat any injuries and bury them as they should!"
"Treat the wounds? Are we going to treat the wounds of these Uighurs?" Qi Xiaohu was stunned immediately, with a look of extreme reluctance on his face.
In the past two days, these Uighurs had disgusted him so much that they almost ate all the sheep in the village and drank all the millet wine that was not much in the first place. Now they were killed like wild dogs, and he had to treat their injuries.
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Zhang Zhao had already taken off his skirt and armor under Lady Cao Sanni's service, and he patted Qi Xianghu on the shoulder.
"When fighting men, swords and swords have no eyes on the battlefield. Who lives and who dies depends on their ability! Just now, each of them had his own master. They fought to the death and refused to retreat. They can be called good men. I, Zhang Zhao, still admire me very much. He deserves a certain
Treat their injuries!"
After talking for a while, the Uighurs who stood around the big tent in a daze, and some of them looked a lot better.
In fact, they don't hate Zhang Zhao that much. They are just a gang of horse thieves, and their relationship is nothing more than fair-weather friends. It is already difficult for them to become horse bandits at the foot of Qilian Mountain. What does loyalty and friends mean?
In order to survive, even blood relatives have to do this. Just as Zhang Zhao said, many people have long had the consciousness to kill or be killed.
"When you came here, it was Ge Du who brought you here to serve me as your master. A certain Zhang Zhao also wanted to bring you all together to create a better world and live a good life, but this Ge Du is so bold! He actually fell in love with me.
Mr. Li’s wife, do you think I should come and kill him?”
As Zhang Zhao spoke, he walked up to a Uighur who had his thigh stabbed through and was bleeding profusely.
As he spoke, he took out a hemp rope and tied it firmly on the Uighur's bleeding thigh, and then pressed a handful of slightly wet mugwort onto the bleeding wound. Within a few seconds, the wound continued to bleed.
It gradually stopped.
Zhang Zhao then took the white linen cloth boiled in boiling water from Shan Niang's hand, washed the wound clean, and then wrapped the white linen cloth around the wound layer by layer.
"Remember, the mugwort needs to be moistened like I did, the hemp rope needs to be tied tightly enough to stop bleeding, and the white linen must be boiled to reduce blood toxins!"
When a group of Uighurs saw that Zhang Zhao was really treating the wounded on their side, they immediately lowered their guard and felt a little shocked at the same time.
In this day and age, it is rare to see someone who can stop the bleeding when facing a knife wound. Not to mention those who understand medical skills, even those who can write their own names are rare.
"What are you still doing? Come here and help me! What are you doing with swords and guns? Put them down!"
Zhang Zhao waved his hand very naturally. The first sentence was said to the stunned Uighurs, and the latter sentence was said to Ding Zhuang, a Han man behind him.
As he spoke, Zhang Zhao walked up to the sword and shield wielder whose head was beheaded by him, looked at the headless corpse and shook his head.
"You are a brave man. If I hadn't worn a sling today, you would have almost killed me!"
"Erlangjun, the head is here!" Just as Zhang Zhao raised his head and looked around, Mrs. Cao Sanni came over from a distance carrying a black head with blood clots falling off.
Zhang Zhao touched his chin, this woman is really not simple! With just a few words, when Zhang Zhong and Qi Xiaohu still didn’t understand why Zhang Zhao wanted to treat the Uighurs’ injuries, Cao Sanniang already knew that Zhang Zhao wanted to
What did you do? You even helped him pick up the head of the Blade and Shield Man.
"Erlang Jun wants to bury this warrior, and he will diligently read the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra. He is willing to chant sutras for the soul of this warrior to save him, so that he can reach bliss as soon as possible!"