Song Ziling was brought into the tent where the meeting was held. Inside the tent, General Yeluye was wearing armor and sitting on a chair covered with wolf skin, with his generals sitting on both sides.
"General," Qin Yi saluted Yeluye.
Yeluye smiled at him, nodded and said, "Let's go to Dongchen. Thank you for your hard work, military advisor."
Qin Yi bent over and said, "It's not hard work. It's Yi's honor to work for the general."
The two Northern Territory soldiers who were guarding Song Ziling wanted to hold Song Ziling down and kneel on the ground, but his feet seemed to be welded with iron. No matter how hard they pressed him, they did not bend.
"How dare you not kneel down when you see our general." Yeluye's subordinate Ge Tie pointed at Song Ziling and scolded him.
Song Ziling gritted his teeth and looked at the man sitting on the main seat: "We Dongchen people kneel to heaven and earth, to our parents, to the emperor, and never to people from the Northern Territory."
Yeluye smiled immediately when he saw that this half-grown boy dared to look directly at him and say these words without any fear in his eyes.
"Are you Song Heng's son?"
Song Ziling puffed up his chest and said with great pride: "That's right."
"Hahaha..." Yeluye laughed boldly, looking at Song Ziling with a hint of admiration, but soon his face changed and he asked coldly, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Song Ziling said: "I would rather die standing than live on my knees." If he wants to die, he must die with dignity. He will never want his enemy to bow his head and kneel down.
Yeluye smiled again, "You have some backbone, boy!" He admired Song Ziling even more, but it was a pity that Song Ziling was not his son. His son was older than Song Ziling, but he never
If you dare to look him in the eyes and speak, if he glares, that kid will be so frightened that his legs will weaken.
Song Ziling didn't answer. Yeluye looked at him for a while and asked people to take him down and keep him under good supervision. Then he left Qin Yi and General Zong to discuss matters.
Song Ziling was taken to a small tent and his hands and feet were shackled.
"That brat dared not kneel down when he saw our general." The Northern Territory soldier who sent him in had long been disgusted with him. He spoke in Northern Territory dialect and punched Song Ziling in the stomach.
Song Ziling couldn't understand what he was talking about, and frowned in pain. When he saw the man hitting him again, he locked the iron chain in the middle of the shackles on his hand, wrapped it around the man's hand, and flicked the man's hand hard.
The person fell to the ground.
The man obviously didn't expect that he could still do something even though his hands were shackled, so he sat on the ground in shock for a moment.
"Hahaha..." The person who was escorting Song Ziling with him saw him being thrown to the ground by Song Ziling. He slapped his thigh and laughed, "Suolan, you are so useless. You were actually beaten by a Dongchen country."
The kid fell to the ground." Moreover, his hands and feet were still shackled.
Being laughed at by his companions made the young and energetic Suo Lang feel very humiliated. He stood up, made fists with both hands and attacked Song Ziling again. Song Ziling responded by pulling on the chain, and after a few moves with him, he punched him in the face.
On the nose.
"Ouch..." Suo Lang screamed in pain, covering his nose and squatting on the ground. Although the nose is not the most vulnerable part of the face, it is definitely the most painful part to hit.
"Are you okay?" My companion came over and asked.
Solan felt heat flowing out of his nose. He took his hand away and saw that his palm was full of blood.
Suo Lang's companion glanced at Song Ziling who was standing and thought to himself, "This kid is quite powerful."
He helped Suolang leave. When they lifted the tent curtain and left, Song Ziling saw someone guarding him with a knife outside.
Song Ziling never thought about escaping, because he couldn't escape even if he wanted to. He had shackles on his feet, so he couldn't run fast or ride a horse.
Because it was a tent for prisoners under the stairs, it was very simple and contained nothing. There was only a pile of hay, which should have been the "bed" for him to sleep on.
It was already this time, and Song Ziling didn't choose. He was tired and just lay down on the hay and fell asleep.
Is it raining? Half asleep and half awake, Song Ziling felt rain falling on his face. He opened his eyes and saw another person pouring a bowl of soup onto his face. Seeing that he was awake, the man started laughing. Song Ziling
He frowned, raised his shackled feet, and kicked the man directly in the stomach. With great strength, he kicked the man straight away and fell to the ground, arching his back in pain.
Song Ziling sat on the hay and wiped the soup from his face with his sleeves. He saw a chipped earthen bowl next to him and there were two steamed buns in the bowl, so he guessed that this person was here to bring him food. See.
When he fell asleep, he wanted to abuse him and pour soup on his face.