Invincible son

"After the defeat of Commander Geshu, the Xuanhua camp has no spare power to enter the wasteland, so the barbarians must have plotted against our Beijing camp. If I'm not mistaken, it's the Beijing camp that marched north this time. It is possible that Marquis Zhongshan personally led the army. As long as he is there, even if Zhang De is really the internal agent of the barbarians, their plot cannot be realized."

Yang Ding raised his head slightly, with an extremely resolute look on his face.

Others didn't wonder why he was so sure, because Yang Ding hadn't concealed his identity during this period of time, and told them the stories of his father and Pei Yue's illustrious military exploits in the north and south all these years in the past.

How could such a battle-tested general be deceived by a mere traitor?
Everyone was emotional, and then someone asked: "Yang Ding, what do you mean by saying that you can't continue going north?"

Yang Ding said calmly: "The barbarians want us to do things by arresting us into the wasteland, but there is a premise that our army is defeated. As long as the Beijing camp wins, with Zhongshanhou's temperament, it will definitely not end in a hurry. Solve the hidden dangers of the barbarians. At that time, the barbarians will change their minds, because no matter how stupid they are, they will not continue to keep more than 2000 of us."

He looked around the crowd with extremely clear eyes: "Either the barbarians threaten the Beijing army with us, or simply kill us all. Just imagine, if you are the leader of the barbarians, after losing the crucial battle in the mountains of Kuta, what will you do?" Will he continue to ignore the existence of more than 2000 Liang people? Not to mention that we have to consume a certain amount of food every day, just these 2000 living people, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they may cause him a lot of trouble. "

Everyone nodded in agreement. Before the outcome of the war in the south was resolved, they could still live on.If the Daliang Jing army wins and continues to sweep into the depths of the wasteland, with the cruelty and ferocity shown by the barbarians, they will definitely kill all of these more than 2000 people.

"So what should we do?" someone asked.

Yang Dingdao: "If we get to the old lair of the Jiankun tribe, our chances of surviving will be even slimmer, so we must try on the road. I have counted carefully these days, and there are a total of 360 seven barbarians. It is not a chance to risk your life."

The companion sighed: "Having said that, except for dozens of us, the rest of the compatriots are scared out of their wits. Don't say there are more than 300 barbarians, even if there are only 30, I am afraid they will not dare to fight."

Another person nodded and said: "Yes, even if we attack suddenly, it is impossible to kill all the barbarians. It is not bad to be able to fight off an equal number of barbarians, but the remaining people still cannot escape death."

Yang Ding said calmly: "The barbarians are not descended from the gods, the key is to kill the leading ghost Fang. Everyone, please tell everyone to eat all the food they secretly saved before tonight, and then have a good night." Get some sleep and refresh yourself."

"Okay!" Everyone agreed softly.

Yang Ding said again: "Tell them, if I can kill Gui Fang, it will prove that the barbarians are not so terrible. Now that the Beijing army is fighting with the barbarians in the south, they have no time to take care of us for the time being. If they want to survive, they must save themselves."

He looked over one by one, the young and scarred faces, their eyes were full of emotion and sadness, because everyone knew that Yang Ding's plan was a near-death move.

But what if you don't do this?

Life needs to go straight forward when there is no way to retreat, even if it breaks your bones.

A night without words.

After dawn the next day, the barbarians scolded the Liang people for getting up as usual, because it was less than a hundred miles away from Xiata Mountain. Of course, they hoped to return to the tribe as soon as possible. Hunting at leisure.

However, what puzzled these barbarians was that the Liang people, who had always been cowardly like sheep, dared to disobey their orders.

Some barbarians beat them brazenly, Liang Ren rolled around on the ground, but no one stood up.

Not long after, an exceptionally tall and strong barbarian walked over surrounded by more than a dozen tribesmen. His cold eyes swept around, and the barbarians stopped moving, and the surrounding gradually became quiet.

This person is Guifang from the Jiankun tribe, and he is also the little headman in charge of more than 300 barbarians here.

He smiled grimly a few times, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you Liang people want to die? If you want to die, stand up, and I will wring your head off with my own hands."

A dead silence.

Yang Ding stood up slowly, met the fire-breathing eyes of the other party, and said calmly: "Fairy Fangtou, we don't want to die, but we haven't eaten for many days, and we really don't have the energy to go on."

He pointed to the grain carts in the distance that were always in sight of the barbarians, and said sincerely: "Please let us have a full meal, the ghost square head."

Gui Fang sneered and said, "What kind of bastard are you, who allowed you to speak in front of me?"

Yang Ding calmly said: "Ghost Fangtouren, Chief Liejiaomi asked you to take us to Mount Xiata, but didn't tell you to bring back more than 2000 corpses. Do you really want us to starve to death?"

Gui Fang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Don't think that I don't know what you're up to, and want to make trouble when I'm full? Say it one last time, get up and hurry, or I'll kill someone a few minutes later!"

Before the words were finished, all the barbarians around drew out their weapons, and the Liang people on the ground had intense panic in their eyes, and they were about to listen to the order and get up.

Yang Ding suddenly said loudly: "Guifangtouren, I heard that the leader Liejiaomi was able to pacify the wasteland. Most of the time it was because he defeated the leaders of other tribes alone. I wonder if the leader has the courage to fight with me?"

Gui Fang raised his hand to stop the tribe, and said sarcastically: "It seems that you have lived enough."

Yang Ding tried his best to calm his mind, and said slowly: "If I am lucky enough to survive, can Ghost Fangtou agree to my request just now?"

In front of all the barbarians, Gui Fang naturally couldn't refuse the other party's idea of ​​begging for death, otherwise it would be hard for those arrogant clansmen to feel contemptuous of him. In addition, the Liang man on the opposite side looked thin, so he said insanely: " Alright, I'll see you off with my own hands. Give him a knife!"

There was an open space in the middle, and Yang Ding and Gui Fang stood facing each other.

The people in Daliang stood up at this moment, looking at the young figure with complicated expressions.Of course they knew that going north was a dead end. Even if they didn't die from the brutality of the barbarians, they might die in the snowstorm.However, they are just ordinary people. Even though many of them still have the status of hunters, how can those wild beasts compare with the brave and skilled barbarians?
They believed in Yang Ding's judgment, but after all, they couldn't produce much courage. A silent protest like just now was already the limit of what they could do.

Now that young man is going to use his life to fight for a way out for them, maybe the way out is just a fantasy.

The new wind blows on the face and blows into the heart to condense into ice.

Some people turned their heads and couldn't bear to look any further, as if Yang Ding would be beaten to death by that ferocious barbarian headman in the next moment.

There was a faint flame in someone's eyes, but it could be extinguished at any time.

More than 300 barbarians with weapons in hand scattered, staring coldly at the weak Liang people.As for the duel in the middle of the arena, it seemed to them that there was no suspense. It only took a few moments for their leader to tear the young Liangren apart.

Yang Ding was holding the strange-looking long knife, and that familiar feeling surged through his body.

He looked up at Gui Fang, clenched the long knife with both hands, and took a deep breath.

Go ahead!