Before Zhang Qishan finished speaking, he received a heavy slap on the cheek.
Pingshan yelled: "What nonsense did you say? If you say more, I will kill you!"
As he spoke, he threw down his sleeves and went to check on the injured.
These tribesmen are all members of his tribe. It is not too much to say that he has been playing with them since he was young. More than a dozen people have died along the way. If he makes any mistakes, the tribesmen will not let him go.
Zhang Qishan covered his face and staggered away. A Wu Dynasty slave soldier stepped forward to give him a hand and whispered: "Brother Qishan, they came back so fast, those oily heads we touched..."
Zhang Qishan glared at him: "What are you afraid of? If you don't take the dead man's things, you won't take them for nothing.
Please tell the other brothers that this Pingshan is not a good thing. We must leave immediately if we find an opportunity.
Don't guard me, go to work, be careful of being caught."
The slave soldier hummed twice and quickly went to help set up the tent.
Zhang Qishan touched the small package in his arms, with a hint of sinisterness on his face.
He originally thought about getting some benefits by following the Pingshan tribe, but after this battle, he saw that the Wuda tribe was not easy to deal with.
And Pingshan couldn't really trust people like himself from the Wu Dynasty. Maybe he would be defeated again and would vent his anger on himself, so he might as well return to the Wu Dynasty immediately.
It's just that the thief doesn't leave empty-handed. He comes even if he comes, and there must be something to gain.
The Di people like to bring mascots, and those dead people have valuable things like agate seeds, jade wolf teeth, etc.
He is not greedy, and each person only takes one piece, which can be exchanged for silver as long as it is brought back to the Wu Dynasty.
Pingshan didn't wait for the tent to be set up, and asked people to prepare the body for burial.
According to the rules of the Di people, after death, these people need to be smeared with balsam, carefully combed, wrapped in cowhide and dragged behind the horse, and allowed to run in the direction they choose. When the drag rope breaks, the body will be buried in a deep pit dug locally.
But under the current conditions, there is no way to hold a funeral. We can only dig a deep pit next to them and bury them together.
Just after cleaning up the two corpses, someone whispered to Pingshan.
Pingshan's face was gloomy, with a murderous look in his eyes: "No wonder my tribe has had bad luck during this period. Even Bawan died inexplicably. It turns out that something dirty came in."
The tribesman said: "What are you going to do, headman? This kind of filth can only be eliminated by asking a wizard to do it."
Pingshan said in a cold voice: "The more ruthless you can do to the filth, the better. If there is no wizard, just bury them alive, and it will be just right for our people to be buried with them."
Zhang Qishan was directing people to set up a tent when he heard someone calling him to help move the corpse.
Zhang Qishan did not doubt that he was there, and just as he was about to take advantage of the chaos to grab some more things, he went over with three Wu Dynasty slave soldiers.
The pit was dug one person deep, and several corpses were placed beside the pit. Pingshan sat on a saddle next to him, staring at him coldly.
Zhang Qishan was about to salute when he saw Ping Shan wave his hand and several Di tribe members stepped forward and pushed him to the ground.
"Search them and throw them into a pit!"
Zhang Qishan struggled and shouted: "Ping Shantou, why, why, we didn't do anything?"
Pingshan just sneered, and the Di tribesmen immediately tore open the belts of Zhang Qishan and others, groped around inside and out, and took out several small packages.
When I opened it, I found some rough agate stones, a few unpolished jade and wolf teeth, and ordinary earrings.
Zhang Qishan stopped struggling. He was originally a gangster, so he had no means of self-defense. Those shady stolen goods had long been hidden in secret places.
Most of the things found out now are common to everyone, and they are nothing at all.
Without evidence, Zhang Qishan had the confidence: "Ping Shantou, if you want to bury us with you, don't find a reason to accuse us wrongly. You must know that we have resentment in our hearts, and what we bring to you is not shelter, but the most vicious curse."
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Several other slave soldiers of the Wu Dynasty were so frightened that they cried bitterly: "We don't accept it, we don't accept it!"
Pingshan picked up a small earring in the package, brought it to Zhang Qishan and said sternly: "You stole dead people's things, what is this? This is our amulet, something we have worn since we were children. This earring is my own hand."
It’s for Aba. You can’t steal anything, but you want to steal this longevity pendant.”
Zhang Qishan's face froze. These earrings were obtained by playing dice when they were at Xuyang Grassland. They were not stolen now at all.
This Pingshan was so determined to save his life and others that he even lied.
But I can't just tear my skin off directly.
He suddenly looked at one of the slave soldiers: "Qingshan, you must have stolen it, right? How could you do such a thing!"
The slave soldier who was called by his name trembled all over: "Big...big brother, I didn't take it!"
Zhang Qishan turned to Pingshan and said, "Headman, this Qingshan is my half-brother. He is ignorant and has offended the souls of the dead. He will be punished as he wants. Can you forgive him by making him do hard labor?"
Pingshan ignored it at all: "I won't listen to the explanations of you Wu Chao pigs, just fill in the holes!"
Zhang Qishan was anxious: "Since the leader wants to kill us, why not use our lives to get more benefits."
"Your life is worthless, and I don't want to see your face again. Just bury it! Go over there and continue to be a slave to our people."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two slave soldiers were thrown into the pit, and their cries were earth-shattering.
Zhang Qishan no longer dared to show off. While struggling with the Pingshan tribe soldiers who were pulling him, he shouted to Pingshan: "We are willing to go to the Wuda tribe as undercover agents to help the leader open the road."
Pingshan raised his eyebrows and waved his hand to stop the clan soldiers: "I'll throw it away later. What do you mean, are you willing to go to the Wuda tribe and open the door?"
Just now, the clan soldiers said that someone stole the amulet of the deceased. Without thinking, he thought it was these slave soldiers who were doing something strange.
After returning after this failure, he was holding back his anger and wanted to vent it, so he decided to bury these Wu Dynasty pigs with him.
Unexpectedly, the stolen goods were not found.
Pingshan could not lose his dignity in front of others, so he could only talk about it with an earring. If Zhang Qishan dared to refute again, he would be beaten to death.
But when he heard Zhang Qishan say that he could open the wooden wall of the Wuda tribe, he decided to listen a few more words.
The Uda tribe's crossbows were so powerful that just two arrows made him feel terrified.
It would be nice if someone went to explore the way, anyway...
He looked at Zhang Qishan and thought to himself: He is going to die anyway, so just use it one more time.
After only a few words, he walked around the gate of hell. Zhang Qishan's face was already dripping with cold sweat. He nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes!"
In the Wuda tribe, Song Liyun did not rest at this time. After Xiao Shitou and Zhao San were taken away by Song Dekui, she simply washed up and asked the beggar about the situation in the tribe.
"Young madam, don't worry. As long as we don't go to war, the Pingshan tribe will not be able to break through. When Wu Dan and the others came back in the middle of the night, I sent someone to deliver the news to madam. Now madam should be on her way back with her troops!"
The begging nun was sitting by the fire pit, holding hot tea in her hand. She looked very weak, but she still had the energy to accompany her.