Zhang Qishan was just thinking about defending, but when he heard these words, he stood up.
He moved so fast that he threw away the Udajun who was controlling him next to him and pounced on Elder Shan.
He held a dagger in his hand and pressed it against Elder Shan's neck, shouting with a ferocious face: "Get out of my way, or I will kill this old guy!"
The people of the Wuda tribe dispersed in an uproar, some people surrounded Elder Shan, and some people protected Song Liyun.
When the two slave soldiers of the Wu Dynasty who followed Zhang Qishan saw that the situation was not good, they turned around and tried to run away, but were hugged by Xiao Shitou and Wu Dan and began to fight.
The scene was awkward for a while. Wu Dajun surrounded Zhang Qishan but did not dare to take action.
Although Elder Shan is not a leader, he is an elder of the tribe and is still in charge of defense. If he is injured by these Wu Dynasty people, it will be okay.
Behind the wooden wall, groups of Uda tribesmen ran out with sticks, swords and guns, and soon they were surrounded on three levels inside and three levels outside.
Looking at Zhang Qishan, who was furious in the crowd, and the Uda tribesmen who were holding weapons and surrounding people, but did not dare to act rashly.
Song Liyun shook his head helplessly: Villains can always survive. Isn't this too cliche?
However, it is a normal reaction for a dying person to grab a handful of life-saving straws.
The only thing to blame is that Elder Shan was too trusting and was taken hostage in front of his own house.
This farce can't go on any longer, and don't bother the begging auntie to come out in the freezing cold.
She pushed aside the people in front of her and walked directly to Zhang Qishan. She stretched her hands forward, revealing her bare wrists, and said with a smile: "What's the use of catching an old man? He can't even run away fast. I'm the young lady."
More valuable, catch me!"
Elder Shan was strangled by the neck, his face turned purple from holding back, and he spoke with difficulty: "Young madam... you can't do this..."
Just when Zhang Qishan had this intention, he left Elder Shan behind without waiting for a reaction, grabbed Song Liyun's wrist, and shouted: "You brought this to your door yourself..."
Before he finished speaking, his limbs twitched and he fell to the ground.
Song Liyun retracted his hands into his sleeves and hummed softly: "That's right, I delivered it to you by myself. You must be chewing your teeth!"
Soon, Zhang Qishan and two Wu Dynasty slave soldiers were tied into rice dumplings and dragged back to the valley.
Xiao Shitou glared at Zhang Qishan with anger, wishing he could kill this evil man with a knife.
Over the years, he had been beaten and cold, and he only managed to survive by missing his parents.
Although I met the young madam now and knew that my mother was still alive, the other young madams did not tell her and would only know if she went back.
Xiao Shitou was not a fool. He knew that something must have happened at home, so the young lady did not mention it.
But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable he felt like a cat scratching him.
Song Liyun gave Zhang Qishan a cold look: "Take me to the Pingshan Department and don't have any other thoughts. You are a slave seller and you should know the consequences of returning to the Wu Dynasty."
Zhang Qishan's head was filled with mush and he was dizzy. He didn't know what happened to him, and why he fell to the ground numb all over.
At this moment, looking at Shi Shi's blood-red eyes and the Uda people holding knives around him, his heart sank to the bottom of his heart, and he just complained secretly.
Could it be that the gods of Dilu Grassland really didn’t protect me, a native of the Wu Dynasty?
Ever since Ashledo caused the earth-shaking in the Mida Valley, he has been on bad luck, and has been unsatisfied no matter what. It seems like a big hand is controlling everything.
A few hours later, in the camp where the Pingshan tribe was temporarily stationed, clan soldiers were coming and going, sorting out the horse's fodder and saddle stirrups.
Pingshan sat in the tent with a sullen face, while several tribesmen were having a loud quarrel.
Now that there is no Bawan by his side, it is like losing an arm and a leg.
Originally, Zhang Qishan could also say a few words of satisfaction, but that person was a rebellious Wu Dynasty man who would actually steal the deceased's belongings.
Foreigners really cannot be trusted!
No one could come up with an idea, so he had to discuss it with several tribesmen. Now the tribesmen were arguing about when to launch an attack.
Excluding the injured, there are still fifty-four tribesmen. If the two sides faced each other head-on, they would be strong enough to flatten the Uda tribe.
But if the Wuda tribe doesn't come out to fight, they can't fight head-on.
It's just that the people and horses here lack support, and they are all half-starved and half-fed. After two days, they have to return to the tribe immediately.
At this moment of silence, Pingshan had already cursed the young master of the Wuda tribe, his old man, and his dead brother in his heart. It was these people who made him squat in the snow and suffer.
However, he did not think about how reckless he was to lead his clan soldiers to attack thousands of miles away.
Even without Song Liyun reporting the news, the Wuda tribe would certainly suffer some losses, but it would not be easily wiped out.
Pingshan is agitated.
He beat Zhang Qishan and kicked him out. He didn't take his words of wanting to open the Wudayuan Gate seriously, but he still had some luck and hope in his heart.
The Wuda tribe has good relations with the Wu Dynasty people, and maybe Zhang Qishan can enter the valley and work as an undercover agent.
Zhang Qishan waited until night to open the camp gate and set fire to the food and grass inside, so that he could take advantage of the chaos and break in.
The people in the tent were so noisy that their faces turned red.
Some people want to go outside the Wuda tribe and yell at them now, forcing the Wuda tribe to come out and fight.
Some people also think that everyone has been traveling for days and suffered two failures, so they need to have a good rest and wait until night to attack the Uda tribe.
Among them, there was also a mention of Zhang Qishan and others, but what he said was that they should kill the sacrificial soul with a knife.
There were many complaints in his words that Pingshan actually believed in foreigners.
In this chaotic situation, someone came into the tent and reported that Zhang Qishan had returned with a woman, saying that she was the captured young Madam Wu Da.
His words were not taken seriously at all, and the quarrel was still going on.
Pingshan yelled: "If you make any noise again, get out."
There was a sudden silence in the tent, and everyone who was still fighting like a black eye reacted and hurriedly followed Pingshan outside.
At this time, a chrysanthemum green horse stood outside the camp of the Pingshan Department.
On the horse, Zhang Qishan sat stiffly and showed no intention of dismounting. His face had a complicated expression. It was unclear whether he was scared or frightened.
In front of his horse, a woman was tied with a cloth strap.
The woman was wearing a green brocade dress and her hair was in a bun from the Wu Dynasty, and her hairpins were messy due to the bumps.
When Pingshan arrived, several Pingshan soldiers had already surrounded the woman, laughing and joking.
A few feet behind Zhang Qishan, more than a dozen Uda troops were reining in their horses and yelling, as if they were afraid that their young lady would be kidnapped and did not dare to follow him.
Song Liyun didn't take the Pingshan soldiers in front of him seriously and just looked around at the simple camp.
The horses were not unsaddled, but only took off their bits and were grazing in the grass next to them. They were still alert.
The area is too scattered and exceeds the power range of the beast repellent.
People came out of several low tents from time to time, and it seemed that some people were already resting.
Pingshan's eyes fell on Song Liyun, and he couldn't move away immediately.
Compared with the red-cheeked Di women, Song Li is not tall, and her white porcelain skin and almond-shaped eyes are as delicate and cute as a loving lamb.
Pingshan did not expect that the relationship between the Wuda tribe and the Wu Dynasty was extraordinary, and even the wives of the tribe were different.
The beauty of Mrs. Wuya was widely spread on the grassland.
Now Mrs. Wu Da is not only from the Wu Dynasty, but also so beautiful.