As Ying Zige asked, there was a sudden roar between heaven and earth, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the dark sky, seeming to separate the fused heaven and earth.
"Tick-tock...tick-tock...clatter!"
The rain that had been accumulating for a long time finally started to fall with this flash of lightning, and in a moment it changed from a drizzle to a pouring rainstorm.
The rain kept washing away the blood on the ground, extinguishing the burning flames.
Ying Zige, Meng Hu and even the hundreds of Hu Ben around them stood upright in the rainstorm, letting the rain wash over them, waiting for the answers from the group of people in front of them.
Slowly, the blood of the hedgehog armor on everyone's bodies was washed away by the rain, revealing the original black armor again, but the group of people remained silent.
Just when Ying Zige was about to give up on this group of people, suddenly a voice came from the ragged crowd.
A voice that, although immature and timid, was extremely clear and firm.
"It's from Qin!"
The crowd started to commotion, Ying Zige's eyes lit up, he instantly walked up to the child who made the noise, pointed at the child with a big knife and asked.
"Boy, please think carefully before answering."
There was another commotion in the crowd, and a thin old figure next to the child suddenly stretched out a pair of dark and dry palms, took the child behind to protect him, bowed to Ying Zige and said: "General, forgive me, little Que'er.
She is young and ignorant, and she contradicted the general with her words, and she asked the general to go around her for the sake of her youth."
"Um……"
Ying Zige looked at the old man in front of him, frowned slightly, and hummed in his nose, but continued to stare at the child behind the old man with a pair of shining eyes, as if waiting for her answer.
"We are Qin people, we are Qin people, and we are Qin people. Grandma said that our ancestors have lived in Qin for generations, so our ancestors have been Qin people for generations, and they cannot change even if they die."
Under Ying Zige's aggressive gaze, the child suddenly broke out, violently broke away from the old man's withered hands, appeared from behind, and shouted loudly at Ying Zige.
"Haha! As long as you are from Qin!"
Ying Zige laughed for a while, then continued to look at the group of people and asked with contempt: "Since you say you are from Qin, but now your behavior is not worthy of these two words, Jiujiao Lao Qin will never
You are slaves, what are you doing?"
"Creak!"
As Ying Zige's words came out, the commotion in the crowd became more intense, and there were sounds of bone friction caused by clenching fists.
Suddenly two people yelled at Ying Zige: "We are from Qin, but we also have to think about our clan. The Han Dynasty gave up this Xiliang Qin land. If we are not slaves, then the whole village will be destroyed."
Even if we are young, why do you say we are not worthy?"
Haha! If you are doing it for the clan, do you still want to be slaves?"
Ying Zige laughed heartily when he heard the roars of the two people, and then continued to ask.
The crowd looked at each other in silence.
"Do you still want to be a slave?"
Seeing that no one responded, Ying Zige suddenly roared angrily, covering up the roar of wind and thunder, covering up the crashing rain, and shaking everyone's ears.
There was no words for a moment.
Slowly the wind and rain began to linger, and the light that was blocked by the dark clouds gradually returned.
The boundaries between heaven and earth are gradually becoming clearer, and it’s dawn!
"Jiujiao Lao Qin will never be a slave!"
When the first ray of light passed through the dark clouds and shone down, the group of slaves who had been silent for a long time finally answered again.
Fifty or sixty slaves shouted in unison for the first time, and their roars spread throughout the camp.
Ying Zige slowly closed his eyes, picked up the sword and pointed it at the group of captured Qiang people.
"As Qin'er, if you don't want to be a slave, then kill them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of tiger warriors came forward and handed each of them a big knife and retreated solemnly.
A group of slaves stopped shouting and looked at the group of Qiang prisoners pointed by Ying Zige with their swords in hand.
Looking at the countless Qiang people who had shown off their power and even abused themselves, they were all gathered together like quails in the water, trembling.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
With the flames of blood and hatred in their eyes, they looked at each other, drew their swords at the same time, and wanted to move forward to kill.
"Thump thump!"
Just when the sword light flashed, the group of strongman prisoners suddenly knelt down on the rainy ground at the same time, roaring and yelling loudly. At the same time, they pushed out more than a dozen Qiang children, kowtowing their heads, foreheads Tears and blood even oozed out, mixed with the rain and faded, sliding to the ground.
An old Qiang man stood up tremblingly, walked out of the crowd of people who were kowtowing, knelt in front of Ying Zige, and said hoarsely: "Sir, these children are not taller than a wheel. Please follow the instructions." Follow the rules and let them live. Don't worry, sir, they will not take revenge. The defeated have no rights. This is the fate of us Qiang people. As long as you spare their lives, they will be your most loyal warriors in the future."
Ying Zige raised his head and looked at the groups of Qiang people kowtowing and the dozen or so Qiang children kneeling in front of them with a serious look.
Looking at those pure eyes that should have been innocent, at this moment, under the background of the wind and rain, they showed fear, reluctance, and hatred.
"Haha! Loyalty? Gu Buqiu!"
He suddenly closed his eyes and smiled wildly. Then with a flash of cold light, he slit the old Qiang man's throat with a knife.
"The loyalty of aliens is unnecessary. Kill them!"
The old man's throat was slit, and streams of cold wind mixed with rain came in. He looked at Ying Zige helplessly, opened and closed his mouth, but fell down helplessly.
At the same time, after hearing the word "kill" from Ying Zige, fifty or sixty slaves, male and female, old and young, with fire in their eyes, killed the Qiang captives at the same time.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The sword flashed with a hint of cold light, and the rain washed away the blood and flowed across it.
Fifty or sixty people took knives and started slashing, hacking, and sweeping at random.
When the blade falls, it will inevitably raise a cloud of blood mist and fly up a large amount of flesh and blood.
The Qiang captives screamed and cried, resisting with their flesh and blood, and were finally chopped into a pile of flesh by random knives and paralyzed on the grass eroded by rain, which mixed with the rain to nourish the earth under their feet.
Bloody mud, corpses.
The rain fell slowly, getting lighter and lighter.
A ray of sunshine slowly appeared in the sky, and the Qiang captives on the ground no longer made any sound.
Some of the fifty or sixty Qin slaves were still chopping meat, and some were paralyzed on the ground, making no sound.
Ying Zige walked up to him and his warm voice rang out.
"Now I admit that you are the sons and daughters of our Qin land. Qin people will never be slaves. The old Qin people in Xiliang Qin land will never be slaves. You have washed away your shame with the blood of the Qiang people. Then, what happens next? Who is willing to continue to follow us and win glory with blood?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Zige ignored everyone, turned around, jumped on his horse, raised his sword and shouted: "Let's go to the next Qiang tribe!"
