Someone took Bilar and others aside, and Zhao Qiang sent someone to call Guo Fei and Qian Lin. After they came over, Zhao Qiang said what he meant.【】
"Right now we are short of manpower, and these Oroqen people can be put to good use. What I mean is to take people to meet with their Ureng. If the other party agrees to help us, then everything will be easy. If not, the village will be massacred.
Okay, let’s settle the old, weak, women and children first. What do you think?”
"I will do whatever President Qian tells me to do. Although the brothers are a little weaker, there is still no problem in slaughtering a small village."
Wu Si patted his chest confidently. He had never taken the Oroqen people seriously. In his opinion, there was no need for the Oroqen people to help them fight the Rakshasa people. He could just slaughter the village.
The amount of food is just enough to keep everyone full, so there is no need to waste time talking about nothing.
"If the other party doesn't agree and slaughters the village, it will inevitably be a bit..."
Guo Fei heard that he would slaughter the village if they couldn't reach an agreement, and he couldn't bear it. He didn't say the following words, but Zhao Qiang knew what he wanted to say. He said immediately:
"Since the other party is a small tribe with more than 400 people, there must be a lot of food in the tribe. We are short of food right now. You don't know how everyone has come here these days. Now there is such an opportunity to feed everyone.
I don’t have to worry about so much other things.” He paused and said, “Of course, I don’t give those Oroqen people a chance. If they know the current affairs, they can provide us with some food and send people to help us fight together.
Rakshasa people, then there is no need for us to commit murder. On the contrary, after capturing the Rakshasa people's fortress, I will thank them again..."
Hearing what Zhao Qiang said, Guo Fei knew that his mind had been made up, and it was useless if he disagreed, so he sighed: "Well, since President Qian said this, then I don't have any objection."
Qian Lin now only follows Zhao Qiang's lead and will naturally not object to Zhao Qiang's proposal.
The matter was settled. Zhao Qiang asked Qian Lin to take care of the old, weak, women and children while he took Wu Si, Guo Fei and Gun Ying into the mountains.
While Zhao Qiang and the others were discussing the matter, Wei Ji had been listening. Zhao Qiang didn't ask him what he wanted, so naturally he didn't dare to talk casually. Seeing that Zhao Qiang decided the matter and didn't want to go with him, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Fortunately.
When Zhao Qiang was preparing to set off, he thought of Wei Ji.
"Wei Ji, you are good. From now on, you will stay with me and help me and those Oroqen people translate."
"Yes, Mr. Qian!"
Wei Ji was excited for a moment. He had the opportunity to stay with Zhao Qiang. Those who are closer to the water will get the moon first. If they have a foothold, they will have the opportunity to get errands in the future. Overjoyed, he hurriedly followed Zhao Qiang towards Bilar and the others.
When Bilar and others heard that Zhao Qiang wanted to follow them to the village, they were a little reluctant, but faced with the black muzzle, they had no choice but to agree.
Wu Si led two teams of gunmen around another group of Oroqen people who entered the mountain, and only fired one gun into the sky. The Oroqen people were so frightened that they threw away their bows and arrows and walked out honestly. Zhao Qiang ordered Qian Lin
The soldiers tied up all the Oroqen people and distributed their bows, arrows and daggers to the transport camp for use. Then Bilal and another Oroqen man led the way to the back of the mountain.
Bilar and the others were very familiar with the situation of this mountain. From the outside of the mountain, Zhao Qiang seemed to have access to a parallel road inside, but after following Bilar in, he discovered that there was a cave inside. A winding path went straight to the mountain under the cover of trees.
It leads to the back mountain.
The back of the mountain was neither far nor close. After walking for about an hour, they saw dozens of houses at the foot of the hillside in front of them. The houses were surrounded by a simple fence just like Songshan Fort.
From time to time there were the sounds of dogs barking and children's noises, and from time to time some men or women walked from one house to another.
After getting closer, Zhao Qiang discovered that the houses of these Oroqen people were all made of pine or birch wood, covered with birch bark, and covered with animal skins. The diameter of the bottom was about seven or eight meters, and the height of some houses was about five or six meters.
There is also a fire pit in the room, presumably for lighting fires.
The people in the village saw Bilal coming with a group of people from a distance, and were not afraid. Only when the other party approached did some older Oroqen people become wary. A young man who first came to Bilal was far away.
cried:
"Bilal, who did you bring to the village?"
At Wu Si's signal, Bilar cheered up and replied: "Uncle Luo Er, these people are going to fight the Rakshasa people in the north. They came here to talk to Ur Leng."
"The one who attacked the Rakshasa people from the north?"
After hearing Bilar's answer, Luo Er frowned and saw that the people behind Bilar were dressed in tatters, but they all carried blunderbuss. They did not look like officers and soldiers of the imperial court, and he couldn't help but be very puzzled.
.Asked Bilar: "Where are the others? Why didn't they come back?"
"other people…"
Before Pilar had finished speaking, Wu Si and a dozen musketeers suddenly rushed from behind him to Luo Er, and instantly aimed their muskets at him.
Luo Er was startled by this unexpected turn of events. He had seen gunshots and knew that if someone was hit at such a close distance, they would definitely be beaten to pieces. He trembled and said: "You... who are you?...
What to do?"
Wu Si couldn't understand what Luo Er was saying, but this didn't stop him from patting Luo Er very kindly: "Friend, don't be afraid, we just want to talk to Wu Er Leng, please go and pass the message and ask him
The old man comes out, we, Mr. Qian, have something to discuss with him."
Wu Si's words were translated word for word by Wei Ji who followed him and gave them to Luo Er and the Oroqen people.
Luo Er and his companions looked at each other, nodded slightly, and one of his companions quickly ran in. Soon, an old man in his fifties or sixties, supported by a group of Oroqen men, came over. In the village
However, the women and children received some instructions and all returned to the house.
"I wonder what all the heroes want from me?"
What surprised Zhao Qiang was that the old man Wu'er Leng could speak Chinese, and he seemed to have seen the world and was not afraid of Zhao Qiang and the others.
Zhao Qiang greeted the men behind Wu'er Leng. There were only about seventy or eighty of them, and they only held some bows, arrows and short knives. He couldn't help but feel reassured.
After signaling Wu Si to expand the gunslinger formation, Zhao Qiang smiled and gave the old man a fist: "Are you Wu'er Leng?"
"Yes, I am the tribe's Mukun Urlen."
Wu'er stretched out his hand to drive away the two tribesmen. He was not afraid at all of the muskets aimed at him. He walked straight to Zhao Qiang, clasped his fists with full Han courtesy and said: "If you have any requests, just tell me. I can do it."
I will let the clansmen do it for you."
"Okay, it's rare that Wu'er Leng is so happy, so let's understand that people don't tell secrets!"
Wu'er was straightforward and straightforward, and Zhao Qiang did not play catch-up. Since the leader of the Oroqen people had seen the world, he could not coax him. He said loudly: "We want to fight the Rakshasa people in the north, but the army is short of food, so when we pass by Guibao, we
I would like to ask the nobles to support us with some food and grass. In addition, I also hope that you can have some warriors who dare to fight with us to fight against the Rakshasa people. After defeating the Rakshasa people, I will thank you heavily on a per-head basis."
"Fighting is not what we Oroqen people are good at, and my people don't want to fight with others. I can't agree to this. I can give you some food, but the heroes have also arrived. There are very few people in our tribe, not many young and strong, so
There isn’t much food. If you ask for too much, we won’t be able to bring it out.”
Wuer Leng spoke very sincerely, and his face did not look deceptive at all, as if the facts were just as he said, without any falsehood.
"hehe."
After hearing Wu'er Leng's words, Zhao Qiang smiled, and then his face turned cold: "Wu'er Leng, now I am not begging you or negotiating with you. I hope you agree. Do you understand? If you don't agree..."
Zhao Qiang pointed at the gunmen behind him: "I am not inferior to you, I can kill all the men in your village with just these one hundred gunmen."
"You dare! If you have the guts, come and try it. Your cannons are more powerful than our bows and arrows!"
Zhao Qiang's words made a young man behind Wu'er Leng become excited. He roared and stretched out his hand to draw the bow, but Wu'er Leng stopped him: "Maleji, don't be impulsive!"
Although Zhao Qiang didn't understand what Wu'er Leng said to the young man, he guessed that he was telling him not to mess around. After the young man calmed down, Zhao Qiang snorted and said to Wu'er Leng: "Don't think these fences can resist me.
People, don't think that your bows and arrows can withstand my fire blunderbuss. Wuer Leng, you are a sensible person, think about it carefully, my patience is limited, I will give you half a stick of incense time to think about it, if you are not satisfied by then.
The answer is, I'm sorry, even if I can wait, my brothers can't wait."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gunslingers behind him shouted "Kill!". Wu Si pulled out his waist hand as if it were no one else, and wiped it casually with his sleeves, not even bothering Luo Luo in front of him.
You and others take it seriously.
The tribesmen behind Wu'er Leng were shocked by the gunmen's shouts of killing. Someone asked in a low voice: "Chief, are these bandits or soldiers?"
Malji's eyes were full of anger: "Have you ever seen such an army?"
Another man was also very angry: "Chief, you can't agree to them. Our people can't go to death with them. The Rakshasa people are very powerful. Many tribes have been slaughtered by them. If they know that our people participated in attacking them,
The stronghold will definitely come to retaliate against us!"
"Does this situation mean we can't agree to it? The tribe is full of old people and children. If we fight, people will die."
"Yes, we don't think about ourselves, we also have to think about the old people and children inside. There should be more than this number of these bandits. Even if we defeat them, we won't be able to defend them if they come in large numbers."
"Stop talking about it."
Wu'er stared at Zhao Qiang for half a stick of incense, thinking that since these Han people are here, they must not be dismissed easily. There are only so many men in the tribe, and they will definitely suffer if they fight, but if they agree like this
On the other side, the tribe's losses were too great.
The time was almost up. Ur took a breath and asked in a loud voice: "I wonder how much food and how many people do you want?"
"There is no need to allocate food to us. I will place some people in your village. My people will eat whatever your people eat. As long as my people are not hungry."
Zhao Qiang ignored Wu Er's pale face and continued: "Men, except for the old, weak, sick and disabled, all men must follow us north! No one is allowed to stay in the village!"
"What?!"
Wu'er Leng originally thought that the other party just wanted some of their men, like strong men, but he didn't know that the other party actually wanted all of them. No matter how calm he was, he couldn't help but get angry.
"This is impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible!"
Zhao Qiang waved his left hand: "Let go!"
The ten gunmen who had already received the instructions quickly aimed their guns at the wooden fences. "Bang, bang, bang!" There was a loud noise, smoke filled the air, and the choking smell of gunpowder filled the air.
Wu'er Leng and his tribe thought that the other party had opened fire. When the black smoke cleared, they discovered that no one had fallen with the gun, but that several wooden boards of the fence had been blown away several feet away, and the surface was densely covered with lead.