Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 59 59. Wang Li
"Okay, don't be so scared, I won't eat you again."

Zhang Qi wiped his face comfortably, threw the sackcloth to a female soldier standing beside him, and said peacefully.

The kneeling people in the tribe were mmp in their hearts, thinking that if you hadn't started killing you as soon as you came in, they might still believe a little bit.

Look at the water in the pot, it's all red and red, it's all human blood.

"Speaking of which, you should be the last tribe I attack, so whoever, give me an apple."

Zhang Qi beckoned, and the Xiongnu man from the Atai Department who was now promoted to Baichang respectfully presented Zhang Qi with a green and red apple.

This is what he brought out from the world of cavalry and slashing. After the first exposure, these Hun cavalry who were coerced, just like the miracle in the camp, began to give up on him.

After taking a bite of the fresh and tender apple, the juice flowing out of the pulp left along the corner of Zhang Qi's mouth.

"It's also your bad luck. I planned to withdraw my troops and go back. Who made your warning range so far away? I followed the tail you left and found you."

The people of the tribe swallowed their saliva. There were not many green vegetables that the Huns could eat, not to mention the allure of the green and red apple in Zhang Qi's hand was comparable to a delicious meal of meat in the severe winter.

"How about it, I've given you all time to think about it for so long, so follow me from now on."

While talking, Zhang Qi leaned back, and the traveling horse took two steps forward in good time, letting Zhang Qi lean against its side.

Ten days of looting and killing had changed Zhang Qi's mental outlook. Now he exudes a bandit aura all over him, like the big boss of the cottage on the mountain.

Zhang Qi gnawed on the apple lazily, but his eyes were fixed on the leader of those kneeling down.

This tribe is stronger than the tribes he plundered before. Not only do they have vigilant rangers, but the tribe's counterattack force and will to counterattack are also the most decent.

In order to take down this tribe, more than a dozen of his servants were killed and injured, all of whom were shot through the chest.

The archer was kneeling on the ground at this moment, and he was the closest to Zhang Qi. He had used common words before, but the people in this tribe were all waiting for the reaction of the young man in charge, which was strange.

"No, try it."

After eating half of an apple, Zhang Qi threw it in front of the leading young man on the ground.

The latter looked at Zhang Qi arrogantly: "Barbarian, put away your face, if my grandpa hadn't brought someone to Shan Yuting, it would be just mediocre you chickens and dogs!"

"Yo." Zhang Qi was aroused by the other party's address, this kid really has a backbone, the battle has been over for two or three hours, and he didn't speak for the first time until now.

"Call me a barbarian?!"

Zhang Qi became interested.

"Han people?"

Zhang Qi went to the young man and knelt down, picked up half an apple on the snow, and stuffed it into the mouth of a young man who was eager to see through it.

"Han people like his mother, labor and capital are upright Qin people!"

"Qin people!! Do you understand, barbarians!"

Perhaps it was Zhang Qi's words that touched a certain backlash of the young man, and the young man who was kneeling on the ground threw himself on Zhang Qi while struggling.

Zhang Qixicai, the few female soldiers behind him don't know how, they don't bother to care about Han people, Qin people, as long as someone wants to hurt their master, it is treason!
Several female soldiers kicked the young man to the ground, and stomped on the young man's face with one foot.

"Bold! What qualifications do you have to insult my lord? If you dare to yell loudly, I will kill you!"

Na Qi's foot stepped on the young man's face, and a long knife was pressed against his throat.

"Qin people?"

"The people of Qin who were ruled under the tent of the Huns?"

"Don't embarrass the old Qin people."

Zhang Qi taunted back unceremoniously.

The composition of the Huns is varied, and apart from Shan Yu being controlled by the Shuo clan, it has long been difficult to tell who is who.

Even if you say that the Huns have the blood of Emperor Zhou, Zhang Qi is not shocked at all.

Standing up in front of the young man, Zhang Qi patted some floating snow on his body, and sighed: "It seems that your grandpa is not here, you are a big trouble."

"Hey, kid, I'll give you one last chance to bring your people to surrender to me. I'll give you a chance to restore your status as a Qin person. It's not impossible to fight in Han in the future."

"You can even surrender to the Huns, so I, a Han with the same Chinese blood as you, is more attractive than the Huns."

"What do you say?"

Zhang Qi's eyes dimmed, he was impatient, if this person still refused to eat, then he would not be polite.

There were only a few hundred people. If it wasn't for how well they advanced and retreated when they were attacked, as if they had experience in military formations, he would have taken the knife a long time ago.

"you!"

Being trampled on his face, the young man's neck was exposed with veins. He looked at Zhang Qi firmly, and then sighed: "Tell your people to take their feet away."

"That's it."

Zhang Qi shouted softly, then he withdrew his knife and returned to Zhang Qi's side.

"Are you Chinese?"

The young man stood up and looked at Zhang Qi.

"Yes." Zhang Qi nodded.

The young man looked back at the clansmen around him, then at the army that was watching tigers around him, and half-kneeled in front of Zhang Qi: "The Libu. Willing to surrender."

"It's been like this for a long time, it's been a while, what a young man's spirit, he was beaten in vain."

Zhang Qi patted the floating snow on the young man's shoulder, and a soul fell quietly.

It may be because the spiritual point is integrated very slowly because of the first surrender, but Zhang Qi doesn't mind, as long as the spiritual point can be integrated, it means that this person really has the intention to descend.

"What's it called?"

Zhang Qi beckoned, and two apples were delivered to him, and one was handed to the young man. Zhang Qi asked casually while biting the apple.

"Wang Li, known as Limutai to outsiders."

After surrendering, the young man, that is, Wang Li's waist was bent a little. He replied weakly to Zhang Qi, and then bit the apple in his hand as if venting his anger.

"There is a surname and a name." Zhang Qi looked at him in surprise again.

After waving their hands, the female soldiers stepped forward to distribute food to those kneeling on the ground.

"Your people are still under your jurisdiction. Don't be discouraged. Wouldn't it be better to fight the Huns with me in the future than to be a dog to the Huns now?"

Zhang Qi casually grabbed Wang Li's shoulders, which made the young man very uncomfortable for a while, but he also nodded after listening to Zhang Qi's words.

"You're right. I asked Grandpa to leave several times, but he always said it wasn't time. It's good that you came."

Wang Li looked a little melancholy, and began to tell Zhang Qi his story.

"I grew up on the grasslands since I was a child. When I was a child, I listened to my grandfather telling stories about the Great Wall."

(End of this chapter)