Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 354
The villains of Broken Gold Town!

Zhang Qishan was still trying to defend himself just now, but when he heard these words, he stood up abruptly.

He moved so fast that he even threw away the Wuda army who was controlling him, and threw himself on Elder Shan.

Holding a dagger in his hand against Elder Shan's neck, he shouted ferociously: "Get out of the way, or I will kill this old guy!"

People from the Wuda tribe dispersed in a hurry, some surrounded Elder Shan, and some protected Song Liyun.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the two Wu Dynasty slave soldiers who followed Zhang Qishan turned around and wanted to run away, but they were hugged by Xiao Shitou and Wu Dan and began to wrestle.

The scene was embarrassing for a while, the Wuda army surrounded Zhang Qishan but did not dare to make a move.

Although Elder Shan is not the leader, he is a tribal elder and still in charge of defense. If he is injured by these Wu Dynasty people, it will be fine.

Behind the wooden wall, a group of Uda people ran out with sticks, knives and guns, and soon surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

Looking at the irritable Zhang Qishan in the crowd, and the Wuda tribe who surrounded them with weapons but did not dare to act rashly.

Song Liyun shook her head helplessly: The villain can always come back from the dead, isn't this too clichéd?

However, it is a normal reaction for a dying person to casually grab a life-saving straw.

If you want to blame, you can only blame Elder Shan for being too arrogant and being taken hostage at the door of his house.

This farce can't go on any longer, don't disturb the beggar again out of the cold.

She pushed aside the people in front of her, walked directly to Zhang Qishan, stretched her hands forward, showing her bare wrists, and said with a faint smile: "What's the use of catching him as an old man, he can't even run away fast, I am Young Madam More valuable, catch me!"

Elder Shan was strangled by the neck, his face turned purple, and he said with difficulty: "Young Madam...it can't be like this..."

Just as Zhang Qishan had this intention, he threw away Elder Shan without waiting for a reaction, grabbed Song Liyun's wrist, and shouted: "You brought this to the door yourself..."

Before he finished speaking, his limbs twitched and he fell to the ground.

Song Liyun retracted her hands into her sleeves, and snorted softly: "That's right, I delivered it to the door by myself, so you've lost your teeth!"

Soon, Zhang Qishan and two Wu Dynasty slave soldiers were tied into rice dumplings and dragged back to the valley.

Xiao Shitou glared at Zhang Qishan angrily, wishing he could kill the villain with one blow.

Over the years, he has been beaten and cold, and he survived only by missing his parents.

Although I met the young lady now and knew that my mother was still alive, the other young ladies didn't say anything, as long as they went back, they would know.

Little Shitou is not a fool, he knew something must have happened at home, so the young lady didn't mention it.

But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable he felt like a cat scratching.

Song Liyun gave Zhang Qishan a cold look: "Take me to the Pingshan Ministry, don't think about other thoughts. You are a slave seller, so you should know the consequences of returning to the Wu Dynasty."

Zhang Qishan's mind was full of mud and he was dizzy, he didn't know what happened to him, why he fell to the ground numb all over.

At this moment, looking at Shi Shi's blood-red eyes, and the Uda people with knives around him, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he just groaned secretly.

Could it be that the gods of the Dilu Grassland really didn't protect him, a man from the Wu Dynasty?
Ever since that Ashiledo turned the world upside down in the Mida River Valley, he had bad luck, and he was not happy in any way, as if a big hand was controlling everything in the dark.

A few hours later, in the camp temporarily stationed by the Pingshan Department, soldiers from the tribe were arranging the fodder and saddle stirrups for the horses.

Ping Shan sat in the tent with a gloomy face, while several tribesmen were arguing.

Now without Bhavan by his side, it was like losing an arm and adding a leg.

Originally, that Zhang Qishan could say a few words to his heart's content, but that person was a rebellious Wu Dynasty man, and he would steal the belongings of the deceased.

It's really unbelievable for foreigners!
No one could come up with an idea, so he had to discuss it with a few clansmen, and now the clansmen were arguing about when to launch an attack.

Excluding the wounded, there are still 54 clan soldiers. If the two sides face each other head-on, the Uda tribe can be crushed in terms of strength.

But if the Wuda tribe doesn't come out to fight, he can't go head-to-head.

It's just that the people and horses here lack backup, and they are all half-starved and half-fed. After two days, they have to return to the tribe immediately.

At this moment of silence, Ping Shan had already cursed in his heart the young master of the Wuda tribe, his old man and his dead elder brother. It was these people who caused him to squat in the snow nest to suffer.

But he didn't think about how reckless he was to lead his clan soldiers to attack for thousands of miles.

Even without Song Liyun's report, the Wuda tribe would certainly suffer some losses, but it was not easy to be wiped out.

Ping Shan was restless.

He beat Zhang Qishan and kicked him out, he didn't take his words of earning money to open the Wudayuan Gate seriously, but he still had some luck in his heart.

The Wuda tribe has a good relationship with the Wuchao people, maybe Zhang Qishan can enter the valley as an undercover agent.

When Zhang Qishan opened the gate at night and burned the food and grass inside, he could take advantage of the chaos and enter.

The people in the tent were blushing.

Some people want to go outside the Wuda tribe to yell and curse now, forcing the Wuda tribe to come out to fight.

Some people also think that everyone has been on the road for several days and suffered two failures. They need to rest well and attack the Wuda tribe later in the evening.

One of them also mentioned Zhang Qishan and others, but it was said that the sacrifice soul should be chopped off with one knife.

There is no shortage of complaints in the words that Pingshan still believes in foreigners.

In this chaotic situation, someone came in and reported: Zhang Qishan came back with a woman, saying that it was Mrs. Wu Dashao who had been captured.

His words did not attract attention at all, and what should be arguing is still arguing.

Pingshan roared: "If you keep arguing, get out."

There was a sudden silence in the tent, and everyone who was as black-eyed as black corns reacted, and quickly followed Ping Shan to run out.

At this time, there was a Juqing horse standing outside the Pingshanbu's camp.

On the horse's back, Zhang Qishan sat stiffly and didn't intend to dismount, with a complicated expression on his face, he couldn't tell whether it was shock or fear.

In front of his horse, a woman is tied with a cloth belt.

The woman was wearing a blue brocade dress, and her hair was in a Wu Dynasty bun, and her hair was messed up because of the bumps.

When Pingshan arrived, several Pingshan soldiers had surrounded the woman laughing and laughing.

A few feet behind Zhang Qishan, more than a dozen Uda soldiers were reining in their horses and yelling, as if they were afraid that their young wife would be held hostage and did not dare to approach him.

Song Liyun didn't pay attention to the Pingshan soldiers in front of him, but only looked around at the simple camp.

The horses did not unsaddle, but took off the bit and grazed in the grass next to them. They were still vigilant.

The area is too scattered and exceeds the power range of the beast repeller.

From time to time, people emerged from several low tents, and it seemed that some people were already resting.

Ping Shan's eyes fell on Song Liyun, and he couldn't move away immediately.

Compared with the red-cheeked women of the Di nationality, Song Li is not tall, her porcelain-like skin and almond-shaped eyes are as soft and lovely as a little lamb of love.

Pingshan did not expect that the relationship between the Wuda tribe and the Wu Dynasty is very different, even the wife of the tribe is different.

In the past, the beauty of Mrs. Wuya spread widely on the grasslands.

Now Mrs. Wu Dashao is not only from the Wu Dynasty, but also so beautiful.

(End of this chapter)