Soon, a tall old man was brought over. His eyes were fierce and the tip of his nose was aquiline. His skin was very rough because the grassland wind was dry and hard.
Shen Mingzhu examined him for a moment, then raised her eyebrows, "Old man, do you think it is right or wrong for your son to kill others?"
The old man stood proudly and said, "They deserve to die. My son is the eagle of the grassland, soaring in the sky. You sheep and rabbits should be hunted by him."
In one sentence, Shen Mingzhu understood his logic, and she smiled slightly, "I see, then I want to verify a question."
The old man glanced at her warily. Shen Mingzhu ignored him and waved his hand, "Send him to the prince."
Hou Shou took the order and took the people with him.
However, Shen Mingzhu took the people back to the camp where the fire was raging. She smiled lightly, without a trace of anger, annoyance, or any pride. She said loudly: "I burned your home, and I also gave you instructions.
There is a clear path, go back to the north, don’t stay in Mianzhou. Otherwise——”
The corners of her lips curled up slightly into a cruel smile, "When I see you next time, I will definitely kill you and leave no trace of you alive."
After saying that, she waved her hand to let them go, then turned and left.
"Stop!" A young man rushed out and shouted: "Just wait, I'm going to kill you!"
Shen Mingzhu paused, turned her head slightly, and caught a glimpse of a stubborn young man. He was only wearing underwear, but he was still so proud.
She couldn't help but hum, and said lazily: "Of course, you are welcome at any time, if you have the ability."
After saying that, she stopped looking at them and left to meet Xiao Xian.
As soon as they left, those people seemed to be scared and started to cry loudly. The cries kept coming and going.
The young man's name was Ata. He was Wu Mu's nephew. His father had been killed by Shen Mingzhu's men before. He clenched his fists and wrote down the woman's face.
One day, "One day," he shouted, "I will kill you! The god of the grassland is my witness!"
As he said that, he turned around and ran away.
His mother quickly called him, but he left without looking back.
Shen Mingzhu, who was threatened by him, didn't take him to heart at all and quickly went to meet Xiao Xian.
Although Xiao Xian only brought 20 people with him, it was not difficult at all to stop Wu Mu's 300-man cavalry.
He flew up, waved his sleeves, and a soft and domineering inner force was swept out. With a bang, he was able to knock down two galloping horses.
Those people were suppressed with one move.
Then the specially trained soldiers jumped out of the darkness one after another, and without any sound, they swung their flying scythes directly onto the necks of the cavalry.
The flying sickle was modified by Shen Mingzhu based on the blood droplets. It is more dexterous, can attack and defend, and can be used far or near.
The sickle is a crescent knife with an extremely sharp blade. The poison is specially tempered in order to kill the enemy.
They were not as kind to these cavalry as the old, weak, women and children in the camp.
At the beginning, the sword was struck one by one, and the sickle was thrown out with a blue soul-stealing cold light. The fine steel chains during this period were all customized according to the master's skills.
If you have the talent for long-distance attack, then go long. If you are suitable for close range, then go short.
When Wu Mu and others came to their senses, about fifty cavalry were already dead.
