The crossbow bolts flew by, causing the Turks who came forward to retreat and hide, shouting and making chaos.
When Luo Ying saw this scene, he not only did not panic, but became more and more excited. The Turks did not dare to shoot arrows, obviously because they were worried about accidentally injuring the tribal leader, so he was so scared that he quickly asked: "You ladies are polite, please help me."
Who is the leader of this tribe?"
"Him!" A woman pointed at someone.
When Luo Ying saw that it was the person he had captured, his eyes turned cold and he warned: "Go in and hide first. Remember to lie down on the ground to avoid the arrows."
"I'm not afraid. Can you let me kill that beast with my own hands? He killed my whole family, insulted my innocence, and burned my little sister alive. She was less than ten years old, so she bit him because she refused to be humiliated."
The woman mustered up the courage to speak, her panicked eyes showing a bit of persistence and sincerity.
After saying that, I burst into tears and was filled with grief and anger.
Luo Ying couldn't bear to refuse, and said truthfully: "Don't worry now, there is still use, I will kill you later."
"Master Xie, I live just to wait for the opportunity of revenge. As long as you let me kill him with my own hands, I will work for you for the rest of my life." The other party said gratefully, his eyes were red, and he stared at the other party without going in.
Others also stared at the man, wishing they could eat his flesh, and were unwilling to hide in the tent.
Luo Ying sighed secretly and came to the man. Just as a wave of Turks rushed up and tried to rescue him, Luo Ying said coldly: "If you want to survive, let them stop, otherwise I will kill you now."
The other party jabbered a lot, but I couldn't understand.
Luo Ying was already prepared and shouted: "Interpreter!"
An interpreter hurried over and looked at the rushing Turks with some fear. But when he thought that the top leaders of the tribe were being controlled, he became emboldened and shouted in Turkic language: "Stop all of them, or I will kill your leader."
The voice trembled due to nervousness, became sharp and harsh, and spread far away.
The leader often has a high status in the tribe. The attacking Turks stopped one after another, looked over reluctantly, and yelled something. Luo Ying could not understand a word and was too lazy to understand. He stared at the leader and threatened him.
He said: "Can you speak Tang Chinese? If not, there is no use keeping you."
The other party jabbered again, with an angry and nervous expression on his face.
Luo Ying didn't understand a word, but knew that the other party didn't speak Tang Chinese, so she looked at the interpreter.
The interpreter quickly said: "Those outside were yelling and asking for help. This person asked us who we were and threatened to release us immediately, otherwise we would be killed."
"Ask the identities of the other prisoners. Are any of them willing to surrender? Tell them to surrender without killing, otherwise they will die tonight." Luo Ying looked at the other prisoners, with a fierce light in his eyes.
When everyone saw the murderous intent in Luo Ying's eyes, they all took a step back in fear and whispered something.
The interpreter chatted with everyone for a few words and said to Luo Ying: "They are all tribal elders, shamans, managers, etc. They spoke in a bad tone and said that they would be willing to let us go as long as we let them go."
"Leave this kind of nonsense to the ghosts."
Luo Ying snorted disdainfully. Qin Huaidao's iron-blooded skills when he conquered the Japanese country flashed in his mind, and he decided to imitate him. He raised his knife and cut off one arm of the tribe leader, causing blood to pour out.
The other party screamed, cold sweat sprung up on his painful forehead, and he stared at Luo Ying. He couldn't understand that Luo Ying actually dared to kill him without any warning, and he yelled something with a ferocious expression.
The interpreter quickly said: "Sir, he said that if he had the guts to kill him, none of us would be able to leave alive."
Luo Ying stared at the other party and sneered disdainfully: "Since you want to die, then I will grant you a favor. After killing all of you, we can then go out. Even if we all die in battle, we can still kill most of your tribe's troops. By then you will
How can we survive? We can’t escape being annexed by other tribes.”
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The other party's expression changed drastically, and he stared at Luo Ying, as if he wanted to eat someone.
Luo Ying continued without hesitation: "Insult me, a woman of the Tang Dynasty, and you deserve to die!"
After saying that, he raised the knife and dropped it, only to see streaks of swords suddenly appear, followed by a head falling to the ground.
Even a mere tribal leader dares to threaten him, and he doesn't know whether to live or die.
After killing Luo Ying, he suddenly remembered his promise to the young lady and looked over apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was so angry that I forgot to agree to your request."
The women did not speak. Instead, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed solemnly. The woman who asked to kill him said, "Thank you, Master, for helping the sisters to avenge themselves."
"Get up." Luo Ying said casually and looked at the others: "Interpreter, ask who is the shaman of this tribe. This is the last chance. If you don't surrender, kill them all."
An old man suddenly said in unskilled Tang dialect: "If you surrender, can you really ensure everyone's safety?"
"Are you this tribal shaman?" Luo Ying looked at the other person with eyes like a hawk.
At this time, a large number of Turks in the periphery saw their leader being killed and rushed forward excitedly. Luo Ying grabbed the old man, took a few steps forward, and shouted coldly: "Tell them, if they dare to take another step forward, I will kill you all."
The old man yelled a few words, and the angry Turks stopped again and said something unwillingly. The old man said a few more words, and then said in Tang dialect: "In this land, you annex me, and I annex you, it is normal.
, but these are all internal disputes among the Turks. You are from the Tang Dynasty. If we put down our weapons, why do we believe that you will not kill indiscriminately?"
Luo Ying had no reason. He just wanted to win over the tribe and perform meritorious service. He was a little confused when he heard the question. He suddenly remembered Luo Tong's words and had a problem in his heart. He shouted: "Because my master is interested in this land and plans to take it, and you
They will all become my master’s subjects, and there will be no need to kill them indiscriminately.”
"Who is your adult?"
"You are not qualified to know this now. You have only two choices. Persuade everyone to put down their weapons and surrender, or I will kill you all, then fight with your tribesmen, fight them out, and then bring the army back after dawn. You will suffer heavy losses.
What can we use to resist? We will wipe out the entire clan in a matter of minutes." Luo Ying threatened.
"Who are you? Why do you want to occupy this land?"
"You talk a lot, let's make a choice." Luo Ying interrupted, with a very strong attitude.
The other party closed his eyes in pain, unable to make a choice. If he did not surrender, the top leaders of the tribe would die. Without the top leaders, the tribe would be in disarray. Even if they killed all the people in front of them, it would still be a miserable victory. The strength of the tribe would plummet, and it would be a matter of time before it was annexed by other tribes.
, not to mention that these people in front of them also have a large army.
When the army comes to kill them, they will never surrender again, and that will be the time of death.
But he is unwilling to surrender. The tribe has four thousand capable warriors, but the opponent only has a few hundred people. Why?
It's hard to choose at the moment.
Luo Ying saw that the other party was not willing to give in and was still lucky. He snorted coldly and looked at a soldier: "Cut off the head of the person you detained."
The opponent raised the knife and dropped it without hesitation.
A head rolled to the ground, which was shocking.
Luo Ying looked at the old man and said coldly: "I'll give you three breaths of time to think about it. After three breaths, I'll kill another person."
"you--"
The old man didn't expect Luo Ying to be so fierce and decisive. He would really dare to kill everyone if he didn't agree. He panicked and said quickly: "My Jinyan tribe has four thousand warriors who can fight. Why are you so brazen that you can kill everyone out of the tribe?"
And severely inflict heavy damage on us? This statement is really unconvincing. Unless there is a competition, the tribe sends out 100 people and you send out 10 people. If your army can win, it is enough to prove the strength of the battle. We have nothing to say and are willing to surrender.
, if we lose the fight, you let him go, and I promise to give him a gift, how about that?"
Turks value the strong. If a hundred people cannot defeat ten, the tribe will be able to do better in the future by being loyal to the strong. But if you win the battle, you can save the entire tribe. As for giving out gifts, it is just a rhetoric.
, and after sending them out, they mobilized troops to pursue them, and then the abacus clicked.
Luo Ying didn't see the old man's conspiracy, but he felt that a fight would be a good way to shock, establish prestige, and win over the tribe, so he immediately agreed: "Keep your word?"
"Of course!" When the old man saw that Luo Ying had been fooled, he was overjoyed and immediately shouted a few words. The angry Turks gradually became quiet and retreated, leaving a large open space. Many strong people came forward and lined up, staring at everyone eagerly.
Luo Yingsi had no fear, there were only a hundred people, but for the sake of safety, she shouted: "Captain, follow me out to kill the enemy and show off the power of our army."
"Follow the order!"
The captain is the most powerful person in the team. There are exactly ten captains in the two battalions. They roared and strode out, holding knives in both hands, and moved forward side by side, like an indestructible human wall, carrying a sense of pressure.
Ten people came out, a hundred people came out, and the momentum of a thousand people came out.