Chapter 730 Threat

Up and down the hillside, ten feet apart, Song Nan and the baldness can be far away from each other; the two are also old rivals. Six years ago, in Xinpingbao, the two also fell face on a beacon and under the beacon. However, Song Nan was still an unknown soldier at that time, and the baldness was also later that he fell in the governor of Beizhen. The nameless pawn of the deputy envoy.

Now they meet again six years later, and both of them look at each other intently. Although they are sworn enemies on the battlefield, they are also the object of each other's curiosity.

Wrapping his body in a wide robe, he has a big oily face, several small braids hanging down from the top of his head, and a bunch of eyebrow straps are wiped from the front of his forehead. There is a big green gem in the middle. Although his figure is not outstanding, there is a sense of pressure between his eyebrows.

"Are you Song Nan?" The young man in armor sitting on a black horse sitting at the foot of the mountain is handsome, white and needless, and he is a little disbelief. Looking horizontally and vertically, this man looked like a white-faced scholar. He took off his armor, put on a long shirt, and stuffed a folding fan in his hand. Isn't this a powerless scholar?

"It's just a fake replacement." Song Nan shook his hand.

"What?" I didn't understand the baldness.

"Oh, you are a barbarian. You really don't understand what I said to you. Well, let me tell you in plain words. It's you, Song Nan and me.

This sentence made the bald man understand, and his face changed color and said, "What's the use of jumping out of children and taking advantage of your words?"

Song Nan laughed and said, "Is it the benefit of the tongue? You don't look at the situation either. Tens of thousands of troops under the mountain have besieged you. Is this just the benefit of words?

The baldness said coldly, "Do you think I have no power to fight? If I have more than 10,000 men, you can't please me.

Song Nan shook her head and said, "If you don't reach the Yellow River, you won't die. If you don't hit the south wall, you won't look back. If I were you, I wouldn't be strong at this moment. You know in your heart that it's hard to fly today.

The bald man looked up to the sky and laughed and said, "How can I fall into your hands? Calling you to talk is to make a deal with you. If you agree, we can also avoid this fight. If you don't agree, we will be real. In the last time the gun was done, there is no need to talk too much to see the real chapter under your hand.

Song Nan smiled and said, "Vit's very good. I like trading the most. I didn't expect you to like it, but at present, it seems that you don't have many chips."

The baldness sneered and said, "You don't need more chips, just need enough weight. General Song, please have a look."

The bald man raised his hands and patted several times. Song Nan squinted at what he was doing, but listening to the restless sound of the top of the mountain, there seemed to be soldiers and horses in the Tatar array, and thousands of people slowly moved up the hillside. Thousands of Ming troops behind Song Nan immediately became nervous. Jiang Bin loudly ordered to be on alert. Once the Tazis moved, they would start a war and never let the Taks do anything to Song Nan.

However, there was a sound of crying from the thousands of Tah Army. I don't know what happened? Outside the land of an arrow, the front team of the tar soldiers and horses cheered away, revealing hundreds of people surrounded inside.

Song Nan watched it intently and immediately gritted his teeth in anger, but saw that about five or six hundred women and children in untidy clothes were tied together like zongzi, all wearing the clothes of the Ming people, mostly young women, and many seven-eight-year-old five-old men and women and six. These people cried, and the left-near tartar took it. The long whip beats and scolds from time to time, and there is a burst of crying when the whip goes down.

Song Nan frowned and shouted, "What are you doing? Originally, I respected you as a person, but your behavior ruined your reputation.

The bald man laughed and said, "I fought with the Ming people, but everything in the Ming Dynasty, even pigs, dogs, cats and cows, are enemies. You Ming people abide by the rule of not killing women and children, which is ridiculous to my Tatars. To tell you the truth, these women and children are all trophies in Yanchi County. I was going to take these trophies back to China and give them to my generals, but now that these trophies can't be taken away, I have to find a way to deal with them.

Song Nan gritted his teeth and said angrily, "What are you going to do?"

The bald man looked at Song Nan and sneered. With a big hand, two tartans dragged a young woman forward and bent down, holding the woman on horseback and holding the woman in front of his chest as if carrying a small lamb. The woman cried loudly and twisted, and slapped her several times with her bald palms, making the woman's face swollen and almost faint.

"Look, all of you bright women are slender and tender, which is indeed more delicious than the women on our grassland." While pinching the baldness on the woman, he smiled and said, "But for me, things that don't belong to me are useless no matter how good they are. Don't you want to know how to deal with what I can't take away? Look, it's like this!"

Turning over the bald wrist, a cold light flashed, and heard the woman's scream. A sharp knife pierced her chest from the back, and the woman hung on the tip of the knife and died without saying a word. The bald Ke pushed her body off the horse and licked the blood-stained sharp knife across her lips with a cruel smile on her face.

Song Nan roared, "Dog thief, you are still so arrogant when you die. After I catch you, I will tell you that you can't die."

He looked up to the sky and laughed, inserted the dagger into his waist skin, and sneered, "Why should General Song be so angry? The good play is yet to come. As long as your soldiers and horses dare to take a step forward, I will order the hundreds of bright people here to slaughter them like pigs and sheep. Whether these people can survive depends on your General Song. "

Song Nan sneered and said, "So this is your so-called chip? Tens of thousands of people were killed and injured today. Do you think I care about hundreds of people?

The bald man smiled and said, "Don't talk big. I still understand the rules of your wise people. Today, you can attack us regardless of the lives of these hundreds of women and children, but even if you win, you wise people will attack you and kill people for the sake of the sake of the people. Am I right? You are these people who like to do nothing, and naturally have no scruples for me, but aren't General Song afraid of a ruthless comment? In a few days, Lord Song, regardless of the lives of the people, will spread all over your Ming Dynasty. The people of the Ming Dynasty will scold you all. Am I right?

The baldness is worthy of being fully prepared, and the research of the people's officials in the Ming Dynasty is also very thorough. Even the Ming people are afraid of what they are afraid of and what they support, and the deepest emotions in their hearts are quite clear. This is exactly what the stubbornness of the Ming people. Song Nan heard in his ears and was also surprised.

"You have pissed me off. Today, I decided to let people in the world scold me and capture you as a thief." Song Nan shouted.

"Oh? That's it." The bald man waved behind him again. Two soldiers dragged a seven- or eight-year-old child over this time. The child struggled and cursed endlessly. The bald man was pinched on the back of his neck and almost broke his neck.

"Kid, if you scold again, I will twist your head off." He shouted and scolded, and at the same time pointed to Song Nan, "Which one is your general in the Ming Dynasty? You just need to ask for help and ask him to save you quickly."

The bald man loosened his hand. The child's body was free. He looked at Song Nan from afar with two big eyes and shouted for a long time, "Big brother, are you the leader of the army?"

Song Nan's expression twitched and shouted, "Little brother, don't be afraid. The more afraid you are, the more fierce the Tazi will be. If you are not afraid of him, he will do nothing.

The child shouted, "I'm not afraid, dog baby, I'm not afraid of these people. Will you save us, big brother?"

Song Nan didn't know how to answer and shouted angrily, "Are you still a human? Do you want to do it to children?

The bald man laughed and said, "Today is a kid. He will be your soldier every day. I was going to take them to the grassland to raise a wolf and come back to bite you, but now it seems that it's not good. In a word, if you let me go, I won't kill any of these people, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel.

Song Nan fell into an extremely difficult choice. Although tens of thousands of soldiers were killed and injured in the war, and it was common for him to see their bones everywhere, what he faced was that women, children and children were slaughtered, and life and death were in his mind. Anyone should hesitate.

"Big brother, don't promise him, lead the troops to beat them, pull out his skin, cramp him, and light the skylight with his flesh." The child shouted.

"Little beast, you are looking for death." The bald man turned the child's head to himself and stared at him fiercely. The child suddenly opened his mouth and bit. The bald man's head shrank, and the yellow beard under his jaw was bitten in a cluster. The child shook his head hard and shouted in pain. He raised his hands and fell on the rock beside him. The sound of broken skull clearly came, and the child's body rolled down the hillside.

Song Nan shouted and got off the horse and ran a few steps, hugging the child's body. The child's eyes were closed tightly, biting a few wisps of yellow mustches on his mouth, and died of breath.

Song Nanqi shouted, "Take the baldness, I'm going to smash you into ten thousand pieces."

He tidyed up his beard and waved again with a sneer. A five- or six-year-old girl came to his hand again.