"After the defeat of Marshal Geshu, the Xuanhua camp no longer had the strength to enter the wasteland, so the barbarians must be planning on our Beijing camp. If I guessed correctly, it was the Beijing army's North camp that marched north this time.

It is possible that the Marquis of Zhongshan personally led the troops. As long as he is around, even if Zhang Dezhen is an internal collaborator of the barbarians, their conspiracy will not be realized."

Yang Ding raised his head slightly, with an extremely determined look on his face.

Others did not wonder why he was so sure, because Yang Ding had not concealed his identity during this period of time, and told them the story of his father and Pei Yue's illustrious military exploits in the north and south over the years in the past windy and rainy nights.

How could such a battle-hardened general be deceived by a mere traitor?

Everyone sighed with emotion, and then someone asked: "Yang Ding, what do you mean when you say you can't continue going north?"

Yang Ding said calmly: "The barbarians captured us into the wilderness because they wanted us to do something, but this requires that our army is defeated. As long as the Beijing camp wins, the temperament of Zhongshan Marquis will definitely not end in a hurry, but will definitely go deep into the wilderness and thoroughly

Solve the hidden dangers of the barbarians. When that time comes, the barbarians will change their minds, because no matter how stupid the other party is, they will not keep more than two thousand of us."

He looked around the crowd with extremely clear eyes: "Either the barbarians use us to threaten the Beijing army, or they simply kill us all. Just imagine, if you were the leader of the barbarians, after losing the crucial battle in the Kuta Mountains, what would you do?

Will he continue to ignore the existence of more than two thousand people? Not to mention that we consume a certain amount of food every day, just these two thousand living people, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, may cause him great harm

trouble."

Everyone nodded in agreement that they could continue to live until the outcome of the war in the south was determined. If the Liang Jing army won and continued to sweep deep into the wilderness, with the cruelty and ferocity displayed by the barbarians, more than two thousand people would definitely be killed.

Kill them all.

"Then what should we do?" someone asked.

Yang Dingdao: "If we reach the home base of the Jiankun tribe, our hope of survival will be even slimmer, so we must try on the road. I have carefully counted the barbarians in the past few days, and there are a total of 367 barbarians. There is no chance of risking one's life.

"

The companion sighed: "Having said that, except for a few dozen of us, the other compatriots are frightened out of their courage. Not to mention the more than 300 barbarians, even if there are only 30 of them, I am afraid they will not dare to take action."

The other person nodded and said: "Yes, even if we attack suddenly, it is impossible to kill all the barbarians. It is good to be able to kill an equal number of barbarians, but the remaining people will still not escape death."

Yang Ding said calmly: "The barbarians are not gods. The key is to kill the leading ghost. Everyone, please tell everyone to eat all the food they secretly saved tonight, and then have a good night.

Take a nap to replenish your energy.”

"Okay!" Everyone agreed softly in unison.

Yang Ding added: "Tell them, if I can kill Guifang, it will prove that the barbarians are not that scary. Now the Beijing army is fighting with the barbarians in the south and has no time to take care of us for the time being. If you want to survive, you must save yourself."

He looked at the young and scarred faces one by one. Their eyes were full of emotion and sadness, because everyone knew that Yang Ding's plan was a narrow escape.

But what if we don’t do this?

Life requires you to move forward when there is no way back, even if you are broken into pieces.

A night without words.

After dawn the next day, the barbarian soldiers stood up and scolded the Liang people as usual, because this place was less than a hundred miles away from Xiata Mountain. Of course, they hoped to return to the tribe as soon as possible, and then they could hand over the Liang people to the care of their tribe, and they could

Leisurely hunting.

However, what puzzled these barbarian soldiers was that the Liang people, who had always been as timid as sheep, dared to disobey their orders. Although they did not take any drastic action, they stayed by the fire and refused to get up.

Some barbarian soldiers beat them violently. The Liang people rolled around on the ground, but no one stood up.

Not long after, a particularly tall and strong barbarian walked over surrounded by more than ten tribesmen. His cold and stern eyes glanced around, and the barbarians stopped moving, and the surrounding area gradually became quiet.

This person is Guifang of the Jiankun tribe, and he is also the small-headed man in charge of more than 300 barbarian soldiers here.

He laughed coldly a few times, gritted his teeth and said, "You Liang people, do you want to die? If you want to die, stand up and I will twist your head off with my own hands."

There was dead silence.

Yang Ding slowly stood up, faced the other party's fire-breathing eyes, and said calmly: "Ghost Square Head Man, we don't want to die, it's just that we haven't eaten for many days and we really don't have the strength to continue going down."

He raised his hand and pointed to the grain carts in the distance that were always in the sight of the barbarians, and said sincerely: "Please give us a full meal, Ghost Square Head Man."

Guifang laughed ferociously and said: "What kind of dog are you? Who allows you to speak in front of me?"

Yang Ding said calmly: "Ghost Fangtou Man, the leader of Hunting Pride asked you to take us to Xiata Mountain. Instead of asking you to bring more than two thousand corpses back, do you really want us to starve to death?"

"

Guifang narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Don't think that I don't know what you are planning, and you want to make trouble just after you have eaten? I say it for the last time, get up and hurry up, otherwise I will kill someone if you are late!"

Before he finished speaking, all the barbarian soldiers around him drew their weapons. Severe panic surged in the eyes of Liang Ren on the ground, and he was about to stand up after the order.

Yang Ding suddenly said loudly: "Ghost Fangtou Man, I heard that the leader of Hunter Jiao Mi was able to pacify the wasteland. Many times it was because he defeated the leaders of other tribes alone. I wonder if the leader has the courage to fight with me?"

Guifang raised his hand to stop the clansman, and said with a sarcastic look on his face: "It seems you have lived enough."

Yang Ding tried his best to calm his mind and said slowly: "If I am lucky enough to survive, can the Ghost Square Head Man agree to my request just now?"

In front of all the barbarian soldiers, Gui Fang naturally could not refuse his wish for death, otherwise there was no guarantee that those arrogant tribesmen would despise him. In addition, the Liang man opposite looked thin, so he said extremely arrogantly: "

Okay, I will send you on your way with my own hands. Give him a knife!"

There was an open space in the middle, and Yang Ding and Gui Fang stood face to face.

The people of Daliang all stood up at this moment, looking at the young figure with complex expressions. Of course they knew that continuing to go north would be a dead end. Even if they did not die from the abuse of the barbarians, they might die in the snow and wind. However, they

They are just ordinary people. Even though many of them are hunters, how can those beasts compare with the brave and capable barbarians?

They believed in Yang Ding's judgment, but after all they couldn't muster up much courage. The silent protest like just now was the limit they could do.

Now that young man has to use his life to fight for a way out for them. Maybe the way out is just an illusion.

The fresh wind blows on my face, blowing into my heart and turning into ice.

Some people turned their heads and couldn't bear to look any further, as if Yang Ding would be beaten to death by that brutal barbarian headman the next moment.

There is a faint fire in someone's eyes, but it may be extinguished at any time.

More than three hundred barbarian soldiers holding weapons spread out and stared coldly at the weak Liang people. As for the duel in the center of the field, there was obviously no suspense in their eyes. Their leader only needed a few seconds to defeat him.

Tear that young Liang man to pieces.

Yang Ding held the strange-looking long knife in his hand, and that familiar feeling surged through his body.

He looked up at Guifang, clenched the long knife with both hands, and took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!