National color raw owl

When Zhou Ting entered the tent, his color changed immediately, he saw that the tent was empty, but there was a wooden stake in the middle, and a naked man was tied to the wooden stake.

This man's upper body was stained with blood, but his hair was disheveled, and his head was drooping. Beside this man, there was something like a wooden barrel and horsewhip. Among them, a barbarian man with a shirtless upper body and a bare head was standing with his hips akimbo. Seeing Feng Polu and others coming in, he immediately lowered his hands.

Feng Polu didn't say much, he went forward, took a look at the wooden bucket, and saw that there was still half a bucket of water in it, without saying a word, he picked up the wooden bucket and poured it on the man with disheveled hair.

The man shivered, took a long breath, raised his head, the first thing he saw was the bald barbarian general beside Feng Polu, his eyes spit fire, and he said sharply: "An Lei, kill me quickly, Otherwise, as long as I can get out alive, I will cut off your head...!"

An Lei also clenched his fists, staring at the disheveled man with resentment.

But Feng Polu said in a deep voice: "Shu Wutai, who do you want to kill?"

The big man was startled, and then saw Feng Polu, and immediately shouted: "Master Hou, it's...it's him, he actually sent someone to kidnap...kidnapping me, I must kill him."

"The enemy is now, and you still want to fight among yourself?" Feng Polu said coldly: "An Lei, why did you kidnap Shu Wutai?"

An Lei straightened his neck and said, "Master Hou can ask him."

"For the sake of the brave blade." Shu Wutai stared at the bloodshot eyes, and said without hesitation: "The brave blade is in my hands, he is not reconciled, so he took advantage of me to lead people out of the camp to hunt, ambush me secretly, and kidnapped me here... ...!" He stared at An Lei and roared, "An Lei, I will definitely kill you...!" He rushed forward, but was tied by the rope and couldn't break free for a while.

Seeing from the side, Zhou Ting vaguely understood something, but was not very clear. At this time, he heard An Lei angrily say: "He didn't tell the truth. Yes, the brave blade is in your hands. I am not convinced, but I didn't think about it." I caught you too much, but what did you say to others behind your back? You said that I was overthinking myself when I competed with you for the Brave Blade, is that what you said?"

"It's what I said." Shu Wutai stared, "What kind of thing are you, you want to get the brave blade? I am the number one warrior in the desert. If you have the courage, we will fight alone."

"Are you looking for death?" Feng Polu snarled, "This general is here, but you still want to argue?"

Shu Wutai and An Lei were obviously quite afraid of Feng Polu, and Feng Polu's snarl made them both afraid to speak out.

"Where is that knife now?" Feng Polu said with a cold face, "Shu Wutai, is it still in your hand?"

Shu Wutai hesitated and nodded.

"That knife is a disaster. You have to hand it over and let me destroy it." Feng Polu said in a deep voice, "From now on, no one is allowed to mention that knife again, let alone keep fighting. If you work together, I will be able to assure you that as long as you defeat the enemy, the Holy Majesty will definitely reward you, and there will be all kinds of rare treasures at that time."

But Shu Wutai frowned, and said, "You want me to hand over the Brave Blade?"

For the barbarians, the ownership of what they get belongs to them. Whether it is an item or their own slaves, only they can control it. This is a deep-rooted concept of the barbarians.

The brave blade is in the hands of Shu Wutai, and from Shu Wutai's point of view, it is of course his own, and no one has the right to intervene. At this time, Feng Polu wanted to hand it over and let him destroy it, and he was a little dissatisfied.

Feng Polu seemed a little reluctant when he heard Shu Wutai's tone, his face darkened, and he sneered, "Why, are you still reluctant?"

There was a cold light in his eyes, Shu Wutai lowered his head, and said: "It's all... all handled by Lord Hou."

Although Shu Wutai and the others are barbarian warriors, they are still full of fear of Feng Polu in their bones.

Feng Polu was the number one general under Feng Yuanpo's command at the beginning, and Feng Yuanpo's strategy against the barbarians at the beginning was to combine kindness and power, to scare the barbarians first, and then to win them over.

The two sides have fought for many years, and every time Feng Yuanpo sends troops, Feng Polu is the vanguard of the Hexi Army. Feng Polu is cruel and ruthless, killing countless people in the Mobei Prairie. There are countless tribes, large and small, in the Mobei Prairie. The deterrent effect of the barbarians has also completely wiped out several small tribes, which indeed has a psychological deterrent effect on the barbarians, and Feng Polu is like a god of death in the hearts of the barbarians.

At this moment, An Lei frowned when he heard a cry from outside the tent, went out of the tent, and came back soon, clenched his fists, with murderous intent on his face, and said to Feng Polu: "Their people It's coming here to kill."

Feng Polu was even more annoyed, he drew his saber and walked towards Shuwutai.

Shu Wutai changed color slightly, but Feng Polu raised his knife and slashed towards him. Seeing this, Zhou Ting lost his voice and said: "Keep someone under the knife...!" But An Lei showed joy.

The light of the saber flashed, but Shuwutai was safe and sound, but the rope that bound Shuwutai was cut off.

An Leidun looked disappointed, and Zhou Ting realized that he had misunderstood, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Shu Wutai broke free from the rope, looked at An Lei, with an angry face, roared, and was about to rush towards An Lei, but An Lei also clenched his fist, and was about to meet him, when the knife flashed again, and the knife in Feng Polu's hand It was already placed on Shuwutai's neck.

Shu Wutai didn't dare to move.

"This general just said that in the face of a great enemy, there should be no internal strife." Feng Polu said with a cold face, "This is the military order of this general. Anyone who disobeys it will immediately engage in military law...!"

Shu Wutai seemed a little unwilling, but did not speak.

"Shu Wutai, An Lei, the two of you make an oath now not to fight each other." Feng Polu said coldly: "If it can be done, this incident will be able to forget the past, if it can't be done, This general will kill you here now." Staring at Shu Wutai, he said sharply: "Tell me, can it be done?"

Although Shu Wutai was full of anger, but with the knife resting on his neck, he didn't dare to object, and finally nodded slightly. Feng Polu looked at An Lei, An Lei hesitated, but finally nodded.

Feng Polu said in a deep voice: "Very well, you all make an oath now that you will never fight each other."

Under Feng Polu's blade, the two had no choice but to make an oath. Feng Polu saw this, and then withdrew the knife. Shu Wutai and An Lei glared at each other. Obviously unwilling.

Feng Polu put his saber back into its sheath, and then he said to Shuwutai: "Your soldiers and horses are coming this way, you go over now and let them retreat to the base camp, whoever dares to make trouble will be killed without mercy."

Shu Wutai gave An Lei a cold look, and finally agreed, leaving the tent bitterly. Before he walked out of the tent, Feng Polu had already said: "After you order the soldiers and horses under your command to return to the camp, come back immediately, An Lei, send someone Go and inform Van Persie and Ibrahimovic to come here immediately, there will be a military meeting."

An Lei frowned and said, "Master Hou, I'm afraid my people won't be able to call them."

Feng Polu was startled, then he understood something, his brows were furrowed, but he sent out his followers to the other two battalions to summon the other two barbarians.

After everything was arranged properly, Feng Polu looked at Zhou Ting beside him. The coldness on his face just now had dissipated, but he said to Zhou Ting with a smile: "Marquis Changling, you have been negligent before, don't take it for granted."

At this time, Zhou Ting didn't care about negligence at all. He frowned and said, "Bei Yonghou, these barbarians seem to have deep conflicts. Such a big thing happened today. This...it's not a good thing."

Feng Polu didn't seem to care, and said with a smile: "The Marquis of Changling is worrying too much. The barbarians have always liked internal strife. Wasn't it because they killed each other that we in Hexi were able to tidy them up? This is theirs. Don't worry about the habit in your bones."

Seeing that Feng Polu didn't take it seriously, Zhou Ting was even more worried, saying: "Master Hou, this is not a small matter. If the enemy cannot be united, once they go to the battlefield, I'm afraid...!"

"Didn't the Marquis of Changling see that although these barbarians like to fight among themselves, as long as I say a word, they will bow their heads and obey orders." Feng Polu was full of self-confidence: "It's not a bad thing to fight with each other on weekdays. There are four barbarian and barbarian tribes in this Yunshan Mansion, nearly ten thousand cavalry, if there is no conflict, it will be difficult to control. On the contrary, there are some conflicts with each other, so this Marquis can balance the various tribes and let them check and balance each other."

But Zhou Ting shook his head and said: "But according to what I saw just now, there is more than just a simple conflict between them. What happened this time, I see that the two tribes are incompatible with each other. Lord Hou is very powerful. Maybe it can deter them for a while, so that they don't dare to act rashly, because they are afraid...I am afraid that after a long time, the hatred between the two will deepen day by day, and it will lead to a catastrophe."

"The Marquis of Changling is worrying too much." Feng Polu didn't take it seriously, "Even those barbarian chiefs are obedient to us, let alone a few barbarian generals. Don't worry, everything is in my hands." And as you saw just now, they have already sworn oaths, this barbarian is not very good, but he takes the oath extremely seriously, since he has already promised that he will not kill each other, he will not kill each other. What's the problem?" Seemingly unwilling to discuss this issue, he asked, "Yes, the Marquis of Changling is here on the order of the Holy One?"

Zhou Ting nodded and said: "Exactly. The Holy Majesty already knew about Qiao Mingtang's treason, so he ordered me to come to Yunshan to assist Beiyonghou in defending the city. The Holy Majesty decreed that as long as Beiyonghou can stay in Yunshan for two months, Hexi there......!"

Feng Polu frowned and interrupted: "The Marquis of Changling means that the Holy Spirit decreed to stick to Yunshan City?"

"Exactly." Zhou Ting said: "The Northwest Army is in full swing and has a large number of troops, so the Holy Majesty asked us to transfer all the soldiers and horses back to Yunshan Prefecture City, relying on the strength of the city, to stand firm and wait for reinforcements."

Feng Polu shook his head and said, "Marquis Changling, I'm afraid this Marquis will not be able to follow the Holy Majesty's will."