The other soldiers from the Northern Territory were shocked and rushed to stop the prisoner.
But the prisoner's strength was too great, and even the combined efforts of several people could not pull him back; not only that, another prisoner also broke free from the rope, howling and attacking the soldiers of the Northern Territory.
Seeing that the round-faced soldier was about to have his neck bitten off, and several other soldiers from the Northern Territory were attacked and injured, an invisible force came from a distance and snatched away the two prisoners.
"What's going on?" Feng Danyuan used his inner strength to tap several important points on the prisoners to prevent them from attacking anyone again.
The round-faced soldier Xiaoyong covered his neck and coughed hard, unable to speak at all.
The remaining soldiers from the Northern Territory were still frightened. The long-faced soldier briefly explained the matter to Feng Danyuan, and finally said: "Xiao Yong just wants to see if there are any scars burned by the fire on that man's left arm."
Feng Danyuan frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and injected a stream of "Canghailu" into the body of the round-faced soldier. Soon, the round-faced soldier stopped coughing, and he was still a little dazed.
"Are you from Changhe County?"
The round-faced soldier nodded, then came back to his senses and said respectfully: "Commander Hui Feng, yes."
I was a little confused, how could Feng Shuai know?
"He is Zhou Dazhuang. He has a mother and a wife at home. He left home a few years ago and has not been heard from again?" Feng Danyuan asked about the prisoner's situation.
The round-faced soldier was even more surprised. He didn't say anything about it, but Commander Feng actually knew it.
"Hui Feng Shuai, it should be so. The younger brother and the older brother grew up together, and they won't admit their mistakes."
Feng Danyuan nodded slightly, and a "Canghailu" came out from his fingers, tearing the sleeve of the prisoner's left arm, revealing a large burn scar.
"Brother Da Zhuang!" the round-faced soldier blurted out.
Feng Danyuan stepped forward and put his hand on the prisoner named "Zhou Dazhuang". The blood flow in his body was normal, and he was even stronger than ordinary people, but his eyes were wrong, not like a human, but like a wolf.
After thinking for a while, Feng Danyuan ordered his men: "Go to the Northern Xinjiang Palace and ask Taoist Priest Changsheng to come."
The men took the order and left.
While waiting for immortality, Feng Danyuan checked the other prisoners of the Chishui tribe again. A small number of them were sane, but most of them were like Zhou Dazhuang, with more animal nature than human nature.
"Most of those prisoners who are amiss are Yun people who have disappeared in recent years." Feng Danyuan said to Nanming with a stern face.
"Are you sure?" Nan Ming asked the question in his heart.
"I'm sure. I have carefully reviewed the household registration information of those people, and some of them have portraits, which match up." Although Feng Danyuan is not as good as Wei Zi's photographic memory, his memory is also very strong.
Nanming thought for a moment and then said: "As you said, the prisoners who are in trouble are not from the Chishui tribe. I will ask those who are sane."
This time Feng Danyuan was surprised: "Do you understand what they said?" When he asked just now, he couldn't understand what they said at all.
Nanming replied: "Their words are similar to the ancient language of the Yi people, and I can understand part of them."
Feng Danyuan frowned slightly, the languages of the Chishui tribe and the Yi tribe are similar?
