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"That's good." Sun Guan also nodded, and started to laugh mysteriously: "What do you mean, 'no matter what'? Kid, you're getting more and more timid. The Lord General had said that after the rebellion of the Pitiful Moslems was settled, the next step would be to solve the problem of the Triple Korea. As long as this brat Dahuru dares to run to the korean, we have a reason to enter the korean. At that time, if we even annihilate the korean, wouldn't that be a great achievement? "

"Ah …" So there was such a good thing? Lord General picked up another big deal. " Li Fang made a face and laughed.

"I picked up a big bargain? It was you who did not have the guts. " Sun Guan glared at Li Fang and said solemnly: "Immediately send people to the five northern tribes and seven southern tribes, give them three days of time. If they submit, send people over to bring men and women immediately if they don't, if they don't, we can attack in three days and at that time I won't be polite, I don't have time to argue with them!"

"Master, master, the Han Army sent a messenger."

Dahuru was entertaining and drinking with the leaders of the various tribes when a servant ran in. He frowned and shouted in annoyance, "What are you panicking for! Bring him in. "

Not long later, two messengers came in, bowed towards Dahuru and handed over a letter.

The letter was written in Chinese. After interacting with the Chinese for so many years, Dahuru had learnt a few Chinese characters. He quickly read the letter and passed it to the person beside him. "Let the masters have a look at it."

The contents of the letter were an ultimatum. If they did not surrender within three days, they would be annihilated by the army. The other six leaders had seen this, but none of them said anything. It was obvious that when it came to the time of Guanjian, they would choose to surrender or to make an enemy out of the Chinese army.

"Men, drag these two messengers out and kill them." Dahuru obviously saw the expressions of the leaders, he could not tolerate them wavering. Killing the messenger in public would definitely rouse the anger of the Han army, and even if they wanted to surrender, they would not have a chance.

"Spare our lives, Master Dahuru, we are also the Pitiful Moslems. We did not deliver the letter because we were forced to …" These two delivery guys were so scared that they knelt on the ground and wailed, begging for forgiveness.

"You are also Pitiful Moslems? Who asked you to join the Chinese? Anyone who defends themselves to the Chinese people deserves to die! " The Dahuru scolded them fiercely. She was scolding the two messengers, but she was actually warning the leaders of the tribes.

"Master Dahuru, if the two armies fight, we will not kill them. You even killed a messenger, aren't you afraid that his Pitiful Moslems leader would laugh at you? " When the other messenger saw that there was no door to beg for mercy, he immediately thought of another method.

"What a slippery fellow, to think that even the Chinese feel that he is so skilled at speaking. I can't let you go even more. Men, drag him out and kill him! " Dawu Lu sneered and waved his hand towards the servants.

Just at this time, a clan leader called Ge Dali stood up, bowed to Dahuru, and said indifferently: "Master Dahuru, these two fellows are just messengers. What's the benefit of killing them? Since Lord Dahuru is going to fight against the Han Army, someone has to send a letter to them, right?

"Yeah, yeah." The other tribe leaders also stood up, one by one, they begged Dahuru for mercy. Although they were not prepared to surrender to the Chinese army, they did not want to enrage them. In that case, there would be no room for manoeuvre.

When Dahuru saw it, she immediately understood the intentions of the leaders. They all wanted to leave him a way out. If she killed these two messengers now, it would definitely make them unhappy. But if they didn't kill them, they couldn't enrage the Han army. He rolled her eyes and said coldly, "Death penalty can be avoided, but living penalty cannot be forgiven. Drag them out, cut off their ears, and have them report back to Xi Di. "

In the pitch black night, a troop of more than four thousand people sneaked into the mountains, shuttling back and forth between the mountains, and pounced towards the Pitiful Moslems's residence. Their leader was the young Chinese Army Generals, Li Da, and the majority of the soldiers under their command were Pitiful Moslems.

After the arrival of Sun Guan and Wu Dun's great army, the five Pitiful Moslems Tribes in the northern part of Tianxi County could only submit. According to the orders given by the Chinese Army Generals s and Wu Dun, the eleven tribes that had submitted had transferred more than two thousand male s, and all joined into Zhang Hu and Li Da's squadrons, bringing their squadrons to over four thousand people in an instant.

Tonight, the two Pitiful Moslems s who were acting as guides were the ones who had their ears cut off, and they hated the Dahuru even more than the Han army did.

Their target tonight was not the Dahuru, but a tribe in the far east. Sun Guan, Wu Dun planned to keep the Dahuru alive so that he could lead him to the borders of the korean. Only then, would Sun Guan and Wu Dun have an excuse to enter the korean.

"Reporting to the lord, Dalic Tribe has arrived." "Yes." The two eavesdropping guides ran over and pointed at the mountain behind them. They all live on the hillside on both sides of the valley. There are about three hundred households and two thousand people. "

Zhang Hu and Li Da looked ahead, but they could not see anything within the pitch black mountains. Under the guidance of the two guides, they could faintly see some short grass huts built on top of the mountains. In the valley below the hill, there seemed to be a small river slowly flowing by.

Zhang Hu raised his hand, and all the soldiers stopped in front of him. His eyes were gloomy and cold, and a sinister smile formed on his lips: "All brothers, listen carefully, the Dalic Tribe is in front of you, you have to kill all the Dagic men, any men higher than you long knife s will be killed. Snatch up all the women, children, and property. Remember: no one is allowed to touch women. That is for the Lord General to handle, whoever touches it will be killed, and the person with the property will be the one to snatch it! "

"Aooo …" The bloodied and barbaric Pitiful Moslems soldiers started cheering loudly, their eyes almost spitting fire.

"Let's go!" Zhang Hu waved his hand fiercely, and thousands of Pitiful Moslems soldiers rushed into the vast darkness and pounced towards the Dalic Tribe.

"Clang clang …"

One of the Pitiful Moslems's thatched cottages was kicked away and a soldier shouted loudly, "This household is mine."

Unexpectedly, a man suddenly jumped out of the grass hut and walked over with a hunting knife in his arms. The Pitiful Moslems soldier immediately threw away the torch. Just as the man dodged the torch, the Pitiful Moslems soldier's long knife hacked over and struck his shoulder.

"Aooo …"

The intense pain made him furious. He raised his head to the sky and roared, and his eyes became ice-cold. His left hand gripped the blade so hard that the blade immediately cut off his fingers. However, he completely ignored them, and the hunting knife in his right hand stabbed forward, right into the Pitiful Moslems soldier's stomach.

"Aooo …"

The Pitiful Moslems soldier did not have time to dodge, and a huge hole immediately appeared in his stomach, his innards gushed out, causing him to shout in pain. He suddenly retracted his long knife and cut off the man's entire hand, then he returned his blade and sliced off the man's neck.

"This account is mine …" This house is mine... This house is mine! "

The Pitiful Moslems soldier staggered out of the thatched cottage, his stomach and intestines dragging all over the ground. He waved the long knife in his hands while shouting, not letting the other Pitiful Moslems soldiers near. But gradually, his voice became softer and softer until it disappeared into the darkness.

Another Pitiful Moslems soldier took the chance to sneak into the thatched hut and pulled out a half human tall child. He stood his long knife on the ground and the child was exactly as tall as him.

"My child... My child... "My child …"

A woman rushed out from the grass hut, howling as she rushed out. Just as she pounced towards him, the Pitiful Moslems soldier raised his leg and kicked her out, his face filled with a sinister killing intent as he arrogantly said: "General has given the order to kill all men who are taller than the long knife."

The Pitiful Moslems soldier brandished his long knife, his sharp sword chopping down ferociously, a head rolling on the ground, rolling around. His expression was still ferocious, boiling hot blood spewed out from his neck one after another, splashing onto the hillside.

"My child... My child... "My child …"

The impurity Mo woman screamed hoarsely and crawled over, hugging the child's head tightly. A gust of mountain wind blew across the hillside, causing the impurity Mo woman's wails to echo in the vast mountains far away. Old master, old master, it's bad. " A servant shouted and ran into the lobby. Just as he ran into the hall, he kneeled down and said loudly: "Master, it's bad. Last night, the Han Chinese army attacked their tribe and specifically killed the grown men. Only a portion of them escaped towards the south, while the Han Chinese army chased closely behind them. "

"Ah …" Dahuru was shocked, and the blood on his face immediately disappeared. In order to cover up the fear in his heart, he hurriedly stood up and walked a few steps around the hall. He said to himself, "So fast …" "It seems like the Han Army is serious now."

"Master, the Han Army is in the limelight. Are we going to gather together and prepare to retreat to the korean to avoid its attacks?" His butler, also his advisor, Goddard, hurriedly told him.

"Retreat is easy, but our crops are about to be harvested. Don't tell me we give it up to the Han army just like that? If we do not have food, how can we survive in Triple Korea? " Dahuru stopped and stood in the middle of the hall, scolding angrily: "Damned Han Army, do you really know how to choose a time to attack?"

"Master, it's too late. Since the Han army has attacked Dulich, I estimate that tonight, they will attack the next tribe." The Han army killed anyone they saw, causing Goddard Wu to be somewhat afraid. He quickly advised the Dahuru, "Master, we can't gather the food this year, so we'll just rely on hunting to keep us alive. "I believe the Chinese army can't do anything to us."

To the Pitiful Moslems, their women were the most important treasures. As for the land, food, and grass huts, they were not very important. Most of the time, they would just rely on hunting and fishing to survive. Many of them lived in caves, which was the main reason why the Pitiful Moslems was constantly annihilating them.

"This won't do, if we just leave like this, then we'll be letting those Han soldiers off too easily. Even if we can't catch them, we'll still burn down the crops, so that they won't be able to get a single grain." Dahuru's face revealed a vicious look, as she stared in front of him with venomous eyes.