The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

Wuerzhai, wine cellar.

Sun Shaozong stretched out his hand to lift the huge steamer in front of him, glanced in it blankly, and asked without looking back, "Is it steamed in it?"

"Return to your lord."

Shen Lian’s expression was a bit more gloomy than the black ashes at the bottom of the pot, and he listened to him bending and clasping a fist: “The few Chinese women who have offended the head of Wuerzhai are just here to be steamed to death. of!"

After a pause, he gritted his teeth and added: "Moreover, they were stripped of their skin and meat after they died, and they were fed to other captive Chinese women as food!"

It is also because they have been forced to eat several meals of human flesh, that only those women would subconsciously choose to avenge themselves by devouring them.

Bang~

As soon as Sun Shaozong shrank his hand, the lid of the steamer suddenly fell. He hit the steamer a few times with his fingers, and suddenly said, "Looking at this steamer, it doesn't look like a barbaric craftsmanship."

Shen Lian hadn't noticed this before, but Sun Shaozong was awakened now, he hurriedly looked at it carefully, and compared it with the surrounding artifacts.

really!

Not only the steamer, but also the stove below, the style is very different from other utensils.

Shen Lian hurriedly winked at Yin Cheng, and Yin Cheng stepped out knowingly, before escorting a barbarian back from outside.

"The official is forgiving, the official is forgiving!"

After the barbarian saw Sun Shaozong, he immediately knocked his head like smashed garlic, but his mouth was serious Han Mandarin.

Hearing that he could speak fluent Mandarin, Sun Shaozong asked somewhat curiously: "Who are you?"

The barbarian was alert, knowing that he was dead or alive, and he relied on the evil star in front of him, so he hurriedly said: "Little man Barbari, is a merchant in Wuerzhai, who should buy and sell in this stockade on weekdays. The villains are all responsible."

"The villain is not only familiar with the conditions of Tongxi Mangezhai, but also the local customs near Kangxi, Daixi, Huaxi, and Xunxi!"

"If the official is willing to spare the little dog's life, the little one is willing to saddle the officer's army and die without hesitation!"

With these words, Sun Shaozong, who really said, was a little moved.

After all, the Wuxi Barbarians have always been closed, and the so-called Han Chinese guides only have a better understanding of the most civilized Tong Ximan.

If you want to go deep into the mountains and strike at other barbarians, a leading party like Barbara, naturally, the more the better.

However, Sun Shaozong did not rush to respond. Instead, he pointed to the steamer and asked, "This steamer is made by you in Wuerzhai?"

Barley looked at the steamer and immediately shook his head like a rattle: "Although there are craftsmen in Wuerzhai, they can't make such delicate objects. I heard that it was the late Song Dynasty. Some Han craftsmen fled into the mountains to avoid disaster and made some for the village. Wine-making equipment."

"It is also relying on these utensils that the Tongxi wine produced in Zhaili has greatly increased the output and brought today's abundance."

Speaking of this, Ba Xi squatted his head on the ground and said bitterly: "Whenever the villain remembers this, he is grateful for the kindness of the Han craftsmen and hates Chaxi and the others for their kindness and revenge!"

This fellow will really be clear.

Sun Shaozong stroked the steamer, imagining how the Han craftsmen felt when they created it more than a hundred years ago; imagining the tragic scene of a Han woman wailing and dying in it a few months ago.

After a long while, he asked faintly: "There are still many people hiding in this stockade. Can you find them?"

Ba Yu's prostrate body trembled suddenly, then she said flatly: "The villain must do his best!"

"It's not to try, but to do it."

Sun Shaozong said, turned around and walked outside, without looking back, leaving a sentence: "I don't care what method you use, half an hour later, at least two hundred men will be gathered in front of the village gate."

Although the killing in front of the gate of the village completely destroyed the fighting spirit of the barbarians in Wuerzhai, only 60 or 70 people actually died under the sword of Sun Shaozong.

However, when Lu Jianxing and Shen Lian led teams to set fires later, more than a hundred people were killed sporadically.

But together, it only accounts for about 30% of Wuerzhai's young people.

This is not in line with Sun Shaozong's original intention of destroying the enemy's vital forces.

However, if the search continues, it may delay the time to retreat; secondly, when the enemy is in the dark, it will inevitably lead to more casualties among officers and soldiers.

That's why he arranged such a trial task for Ba Ji.

Regardless of how far Barley can finish in the end, half an hour later, it is time for the officer and army to set off and go down the mountain.

Out of the wine cellar, Wang Zhen hurriedly took a few of his guards and held up the shield to protect him from the left and right, so as not to be attacked by the barbarians with secret arrows on the way.

Sun Shaozong ignored them, only silently went to the gate of the village, and saw that a lot of women, children, old and weak were already concentrated in the open space on the left side of the arrow tower.

Seeing Sun Shaozong returned with his guards, the barbarians, women, children, old and weak were a little uneasy, but after a long riot, seeing that he was just standing next to him without any special actions, and this gradually restored the deathly silence.

I have to say that Barley still has some skills.

Not long after Sun Shaozong waited under the arrow tower, he saw young and strong barbarians being escorted over one after another.

Of course, the more escorted are the old and weak women and children among the barbarians.

Nearly half an hour, there were already six or seven hundred barbarians crowded in front of the door. Adults and young adults accounted for about 20% of the total. It must have exceeded one hundred, but it was far from the standard of two hundred.

"Official Lord!"

After being escorted by Shen Lian, Ba Yu knelt down a long way away, walked on her knees in front of Sun Shaozong, and pleaded with tears: "I beg you to give me a little more time, Barley will definitely find more men!"

"No need."

Sun Shaozong relieved Frost's grief from behind, and handed it to Barley: "You put this sword on the ground. If it is higher than the hilt, you will be treated as if you are young, and you will kill it!"

Barley slowly got up from the ground, and tremblingly took the giant sword.

Although I guessed that this sword would not be too light, looking at Sun Shaozong's relaxed appearance, he still underestimated the weight of Frostmourne.

He fell in his hand and almost flashed his waist.

Ba Yu hurriedly slid the sword on the ground, and saw that the tip of the sword was inserted into the ground, but the hilt was still a little higher than herself, and she could not help but secretly relieved.

Using his own stature as a reference, at least half of the adults present were left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I thought of this, I heard Sun Shaozong add: "If there are less than two hundred people above the hilt, you can make up for it with your own life."

The blood on Ba Yu's face faded away in a short time, if it weren't for Frostmourne, she would have fallen to the ground.

The barbarians present are young and strong, and it is impossible to count them to two hundred. Doesn't this mean that you are dead?

At this time, Sun Shaozong called two guides who were fluent in barbarians, and repeated what he had just said to Bari to the barbarians present in barbarians.

While the barbarians behind were in an uproar, a glimmer of hope flashed in Ba Yu's heart!

If this official wants his life, why bother?

Could it be...

Barley looked back at the clansmen who were still clamoring under the pressure of the officers and soldiers. A bit of fierceness flashed under her eyes, and she suddenly gritted her teeth and thrust Frostmourne into the ground.

After confirming that the giant sword would not fall down for the time being~www.readwn.com~ he found a small piece of log nearby, held it high with both hands, and slammed it up according to the hilt of the sword!

Bang~

Bang~

Bang~

One, two, three...

At first, the barbarians behind were still a little confused, but as the part of the sword exposed to the outside became less and less, some people gradually saw his purpose.

This barley clearly wanted to take the **** in the stockade for life!

So cursing and crying suddenly turned to the sky!

Some mothers with half-year-old children by their side even began to desperately attack the army's defense line.

However, Barley turned a deaf ear to his ears, just picking up the log again and again, and nailing the sword fiercely into the ground until the height of the hilt...

Less than three feet!