It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 184

The topic of saving the soldier Lin Shaoyu already exists, but no one can answer it when he picks up the pen.

This time it was more difficult than saving Lin Chong. Saving Lin Chong was because the enemy did not know his importance, and for Lin Shaoyu, the enemy would definitely take care of him. If you think about it again, I'm afraid it won't be possible. Even if you can capture one of the other's generals, the other party may not agree to exchange it with Lin Shaoyu.

Everyone came up with a lot of ideas, but none of them had much chance of success. After all the calculations, it seems that there is only a hand-to-hand fight. But if it is a hand-to-hand battle, how much chance do you have to win against the tyrannical Rong clan?

Lin Shaoyu was tied under the city and could only meet for six hundred steps, but these six hundred steps were an insurmountable distance. Seeing him exposed to the sun every day, and seeing him being abused by Mencius Yundao, is a great torture for anyone in the cottage.

Mencius cloud!

Cheng Dalei's teeth were about to be bitten. If the thief was caught, he would be chopped up and fed to the pigs.

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Rong camp.

Chimei's disease has been cured, perhaps it is because Jin Wenwen stimulated his fighting spirit and made his disease heal without medicine.

Walking in the camp this time is naturally different from the previous feeling. I used to be the supreme commander here, and walking here is to inspect my own territory, but today I feel like I'm relying on others.

He saw Fordler.

Fordler was much emaciated than before, with eyes like a starving dog.

"Fordler, give me your woman, and I'll give you a cow."

"Fordler asked your woman to accompany me all night, and exchanged the knife for you."

Whenever someone passed by Fordler's tent and said these words, what was exchanged was Fordler's fierce eyes.

Everyone in the camp knew that Fudler had seven beauties like flowers and jade, but they were locked in the tent like treasures, not allowed to be touched by anyone, even if they wanted to take a peek.

The real men on the grasslands can have many women, and they are not like the pretentious division of wives and concubines in the empire. In their eyes, women are similar to cattle and sheep, and they can be exchanged for each other.

"Our brothers have a good drink, come come, I will let my wife accompany you tonight"

This kind of dialogue is not unheard of in the Rong tribe, and it can even be said that it happens frequently.

In such an environment, Fordler's behavior seems... not enough friends.

Mu Ke walked to the tent and grinned, revealing a smile that a man could understand.

"I heard that you have seven women, can you bear it with your small body, let me have one?"

Fordle raised his head, clenched the knife and stabbed Mu Ke's belly.

"Oh, so wild!"

Mu Keshijin asked the generals under his command, he just didn't expect Fordler to use the knife without saying a word, but such a knife technique naturally couldn't hurt him.

He immediately grabbed Fordler's wrist and lifted him up.

"I'm the prince of King Beiman, what crime should you be guilty of if you commit the following!" Fordler revealed his identity.

"Men on the grassland only respect real warriors, but they don't respect princes. What kind of man is a child who can't even hold a knife tightly."

Muke put Ford down, or smashed it down, only to make his nose bruised.

As soon as he got up, Fordler rushed towards Mu Ke again, but was easily knocked down, then rushed over and was knocked down again.

In the end, Mu Ke suddenly grabbed Fudler's neck, which only made his face flush red.

"Don't offend me again, it's not about your identity, I'll kill you directly."

tom!

Fordler was smashed to the ground. He watched Mu Ke swagger out of the tent, but he never had the strength to stand up again. He looked at Chimei with pleading eyes, at least Chimei still regarded him as his younger brother, in the eyes of other princes, he did not exist at all.

Red eyebrows turned away.

The light in Fordler's eyes dimmed, and he struggled to stand up, but a heart-piercing pain came from his arm. The heavy fall just now dislocated his arm.

He really didn't have much strength and could only hear the screams of women and the laughter of men from the tent.

Everyone naturally knew what was going on in the tent, and someone muttered with a wretched smile on their face.

"I am Fordler, I am your master"

"Remember my name, I will protect you from today"

"With Fordler, no one can take you away, and no one can hurt you"

What a powerful rhetoric, how childish. But it turned out that he couldn't protect anything, he could only fall to the ground like a dead dog, listening to the annoying laughter.

How pathetic.

After a long time, Mu Ke came out of the tent with a satisfied smile on his face. He glanced at Fordler on the ground and smiled: "The hand is too heavy, I killed one, but I don't think you will care."

Fordler did not respond, at this moment his soul seemed to be stabbed through by a gun.

Mu Ke passed by Chimei: "Ninth Prince, I'm calling you to go."

Calling... is really a meaningful word. Chi Mei sneered and stepped into Jin Dao's tent.

"Are you healed?" Kim asked.

"It's nothing serious, just take a nap and you'll be fine."

"It's okay... It means, you can go to battle?" Jin asked and paused, "Are you willing to be the vanguard?"

"Want to attack the city?"

Jin asked and nodded: "If the other party doesn't surrender, I have no choice but to attack."

"How sure is it, the other party is not easy."

"It's not simple, but it depends on who it is. For you, brother, it's naturally not easy. For me, if you say that breaking the city in three days means breaking the city in three days." Jin asked, looking at Chi Mei's eyes: "One day, one hour, one quarter of an hour doesn't count."

"When will the city be attacked?"

"Tomorrow at noon."

Before the war, the Rong tribe was sharpening their knives, and in the Toad Village, Cheng Dalei would naturally not be idle.

But on this night, a small incident happened in the Rong camp.

Fordler carried a knife and walked into his tent. By the moonlight, he could see six women crowded together, and one... Now turned into a corpse and fell to the ground, exuding a disgusting smell of blood .

The dead are already dead, and there is no light in the eyes of the living, only submissive numbness and deep-rooted fear.

Fordler bowed deeply to them.

"sorry."

The women didn't know what he was doing, but after getting along these days, they knew that this man, or that the boy was not as scary as other Rong tribes.

"Don't be sad..."

As if some kind of motherhood in a woman's marrow was at work, a woman reached out to touch his face.

Fordler raised the knife and plunged it into her chest, bright red blood gushing out.

Every time he killed someone, he said sorry, the blood and the screams of women couldn't make the expression on his face move in any way. He just kills cleanly and then apologizes cleanly.

Sometimes, if you don't have the strength to protect what you want to protect, destroying it is also a choice.