The question of "Rescuing Private Lin Shaoyu" was already written, but when I picked up my pen, no one could answer it.
This time it will be more difficult than rescuing Lin Chong. To save Lin Chong, the enemy does not know his importance, and for Lin Shaoyu, the enemy will definitely take strict care of him. If he tries to repeat the same trick, he may not be able to do it. Even if he can really capture one of the opponent's generals, the opponent will not be able to do it.
May not agree to exchange Lin Shaoyu.
Everyone came up with many ideas, but none of them had much chance of success. After much calculation, it seemed that the only option was hand-to-hand combat. But if it were to be a hand-to-hand fight, what chance would our side have of winning against the tyrannical Rong tribe?
Lin Shaoyu was tied under the city wall, and they could only meet each other for 600 steps, but these 600 steps were a distance that was difficult to cross. Watching him exposed to the sun every day, watching him being tortured under Meng Ziyun's knife, it was very difficult for anyone in the village.
It's all a huge torture.
Mencius cloud!
Cheng Dalei's teeth are almost broken. If this thief is caught, he will be chopped into pieces and fed to pigs.
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Rong tribe camp.
Chimei's illness has been cured. Perhaps it was because Jin Wenwen inspired him to fight and his illness healed without medicine.
Walking in the camp this time, the feeling is naturally different from the previous ones. I used to be the supreme commander here, and walking here was to patrol my territory, but today I feel like I am under someone else's fence.
He saw Fordler.
Fordler was much more haggard than before, with eyes like a very hungry dog.
"Forderer, give me your woman, and I will give you a cow."
"Forder, let your woman stay with me all night, and I'll give you a knife in exchange for it."
Whenever someone passed by Fordler's tent and said these words, they would only get a ferocious look from Fordler.
Everyone in the camp knew that Fordler had seven beauties as beautiful as flowers, but they were kept in the tent like treasures, not allowed to be touched by anyone, even if they wanted to take a peek.
Real men on the grassland can have many women, and they are not like the hypocritical wives and concubines in the empire. In their eyes, women are similar to cattle and sheep, and they can be given and exchanged with each other.
"We brothers are drinking well, come on, come on, I'll let my wife accompany you tonight"
This kind of dialogue has not happened before among the Rong people. It can even be said that it happens frequently.
In such an environment, what Fordler did seemed... not friendly enough.
Muke walked to the tent, grinning like a man.
"I heard that you have seven women. Can your little body bear it, let me have one?"
Fordler raised his head, gripped the knife and stabbed Muke in the lower abdomen.
"Oh, so wild!"
Muke was a general under Jin Wendao. He just didn't expect Fudler to use the sword without saying a word, but naturally such a sword technique couldn't hurt him.
He immediately grabbed Fordler's wrist and lifted him up.
"I am the prince of the Northern Barbarian King. What crime should you be guilty of if you commit the following crime?" Fordler revealed his identity.
"The men on the grassland only respect the true warriors, but they don't respect any prince. A child who can't even hold a knife firmly is not a man."
Mook dropped Fordler, or smashed him down, leaving him bruised and bruised.
As soon as he got up, Fordler rushed towards Muke again, but was easily knocked down. Then he rushed over again and was knocked down again.
Finally, Muke suddenly grabbed Fordler's neck, causing him to turn red in the face.
"Don't offend me again. I will kill you directly regardless of your identity."
Boo!
Fordler was hit hard on the ground. He watched Muke swaggering out of the tent, but he no longer had the strength to stand up. He looked at Chimei with pleading eyes. At least Chimei regarded him as his younger brother.
In the eyes of other princes, he does not exist at all.
Red Eyebrow turned his back.
The light in Fordler's eyes dimmed, and he struggled to stand up, but his arm felt a sharp stabbing pain. The heavy fall just now dislocated his arm.
He really didn't have much strength left, and he could only hear women's screams and men's laughter coming from the tent.
Everyone naturally knew what was going on in the tent, and some people were muttering with obscene smiles on their faces.
"I am Fordler, and I am your master"
"Remember my name, I will protect you from today on"
"As long as you are blessed, no one can take you away, and no one can hurt you."
What a loud and heroic statement, and how childish. But it turns out that I can't protect anything, I can only fall to the ground like a dead dog, listening to that annoying laughter.
How pitiful.
After a long time, Muke came out of the tent with a satisfied smile on his face. He glanced at Fordler on the ground and said with a smile: "The hand is too heavy, I killed one, but I don't think you will care."
Fordler didn't react. At this moment, his soul seemed to have been stabbed through by a bullet.
Muke passed by Chimei and said, "Ninth Prince, I want to call you."
Call... is really a meaningful word. Chimei sneered and stepped into Jin Wendao's tent.
"Are you cured?" Jin asked.
"It's nothing serious. It'll be fine if you just have a good sleep."
"It's nothing serious... Does that mean you can go into battle?" Jin Dao paused: "Are you willing to be a vanguard?"
"Attacking the city?"
Jin Dao nodded: "If the opponent doesn't surrender, I have no choice but to attack by force."
"How sure are you? The other party is not simple."
"It's not easy, but it depends on who it is for. For you, brother, it's certainly not easy. For me, if you say you can break the city in three days, it means breaking the city in three days." Jin Wenwen looked at Chi.
Eyebrow's eyes: "One day, one hour, and quarter of an hour don't count."
"When will we attack the city?"
"Tomorrow at noon."
Before the war, the Rong tribe was busy sharpening their swords, and Cheng Dalei would naturally not be idle in Toad Village.
But that night, a small incident happened in the Rong camp.
Fordler carried the knife and walked into his tent. Through the moonlight, he could see six women huddled together, and one...who was now a corpse lying on the ground, exuding a disgusting smell of blood.
.
The dead are already dead, and there is no sparkle in the eyes of the living, only resigned numbness and bone-deep fear.
Fordler bowed deeply to them.
"sorry."
The women didn't know what he was doing, but through getting along with each other these days, they knew that this man, or boy, was not as scary as other Rong people.
"Don't be sad..."
It seemed that some kind of maternal nature in women's bones came into play. A woman reached out and wanted to touch his face.
Fordler raised the knife and plunged it into her chest, and bright red blood gushed out.
Every time he killed someone, he said sorry, but neither the blood nor the woman's screams could change the expression on his face. He just killed people cleanly, and then apologized cleanly.
Sometimes, if you don't have the strength to protect what you want to protect, destroying it is also a choice.