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.
The two Northern Territory soldiers who were guarding Song Ziling wanted to hold Song Ziling down and kneel on the ground, but his feet were as if they were 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, the Dongchen people, kneel to heaven and earth, to our parents, to the emperor, and never to the people of 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, looked at Song Ziling with admiration in his eyes, and asked, "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 to bow his head and kneel to his enemy.
"You have some backbone, kid!"
Yeluye admired Song Ziling even more in his eyes, but it was a pity that Song Ziling was not his son.
Song Ziling didn't answer. Yeluye looked at him for a while and asked someone 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.
"How dare you not kneel down when you see our general," the Northern Territory soldier who sent him in said in Northern Territory dialect and punched Song Ziling in the stomach.
Song Ziling didn't understand what he was saying, and frowned in pain. Seeing that the man was 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 thrown to the ground by a boy from the Dongchen Kingdom."
Already."
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, exchanged a few blows with him, and punched him on the nose.
"Ouch..." Suo Lang screamed in pain, covering his nose and squatting on the ground.
"Are you OK?"
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.
Because it was a tent where prisoners lived under the stairs, the tent was very simple and contained nothing.
There is a pile of hay, which should be 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 on his face.
Seeing that he was awake and the man was still laughing, Song Ziling frowned, raised his shackled feet, and kicked the man directly in the stomach.
His strength was so strong that 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 clay bowl next to it with two steamed buns in it, so he guessed that this person was coming to deliver food to him.
Seeing him asleep, he wanted to abuse him and pour soup on his face.