The next morning, Tianhao left Panshi Village with several confidants.

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Kunwei must die.

Mengxiang Village was attacked and was caught shortly after escaping from the north... As long as you calm down and think about it, anyone will find something strange about it.

Only dead people keep secrets.

Mengxiang Village, Qinglong Village, and Panshi Village are in a sharp triangle. Tianhao brought a large number of prisoners back from Mengxiang Village to Panshi Village. Although the journey was shorter than Liangdong leading the army back to Qinglong Village, Liangdong would not stay in Qinglong Village for a long time to rest. Although he won the battle of Mengxiang Village, he almost received no spoils.

Tianhao carefully asked the prisoners, and many people said that when they fled the village, the leader had ordered the warehouse to be ignited. Through battlefield observation and combat time analysis, it was estimated that the food and cloth in the village had been burned to a minimum of the remaining food and cloth.

After so long, he secretly sent out a huge army, but got such a result. No matter who was replaced, he would be furious.

Now it is time to go to Leijiao City and present a large number of prisoners from Mengxiang Village.

I learned the news from Haoping, and until later setting up various plans for Mengxiang Village, Tianhao never thought of swallowing these people.

There is a widely circulated saying in the civilized era: some money can be taken, but some money can't be touched.

The deer people are good at textiles.

As the leader of a clan, Niu Weibang's wealth of more than 3,000 people in Mengxiang Village was nothing to him. The reason why he made a big move and secretly arranged the army to break up and send troops from Qinglong Village should be the textile technology and skilled workers of the Lu tribe.

Liangdong's offense failed, and this matter will definitely be investigated to the end.

Instead of being found out that he was intercepting the deer in private, it is better to give this group of deer people to the public openly in exchange for more benefits.

...

Thunder Point City.

Niu Weibang sat on the tall throne. He held his knees in the opposite direction with his left hand, leaned forward with his upper body, and held a bead about the size of a thumb in his right hand. He didn't know what kind of texture it was, and he slowly rubbed it in his palm.

Under the five-story steps more than half a meter high, Liang Dong, who was naked, knelt on the ground. He lowered his head and touched the cold stone bricks with his trembling hands. Behind him, a fierce and vicious man held a whip in his hand. The tip of the whip stroked through the air, making a heart-wrenching howling, which fell accurately on Liang Dong's back again and again, and soon became skin-blown and blood-stained.

The captain of the guard, Gangdian, stood on the side with his upper body naked. He pursed his lips tightly, and his whole body shivered under the mixture of pain and cold attack. He knew that he could never make a sound at this time, so he could only bit his teeth and stare indifferently at Liangdong who was being tortured.

The ten whip of the rhino.

The Liangdong has thirty whips.

There is a tough inner membrane under the skin of the blast-bristled bear, with a thickness of about three millimeters. Cut off this layer of membrane, soak it with boiled bear oil, take it out and dry it after three days, and then continue to soak... This process is repeated five times and becomes the best material for making whips. It will not break easily, and it will be flexible and hard. With a normal force, even the northern barbarians with thick skin will also crack their skin and blood will flow out.

After the battle in Mengxiang Village was over, Liangdong did not delay for a second and led the army back to Leijiao City as soon as possible. He knew very well that he had broken the task this time and did not have the courage to swallow the little spoils he had looted from Mengxiang Village. He also presented the 122 prisoners captured by the breaking village to the tribe leader.

This is not the result that Niu Weibang wants.

Thirty whips had been whipped, Liangdong's face was pale in pain, and he almost collapsed on the ground. He gasped heavily, his eyes were numb, and he silently stared at the blood that was constantly dripping from his back, forming an irregular human form on the ground.

Niu Weibang's eyes released a flame of anger. He couldn't help but increase the strength of his left hand, pressed his knees, and cursed at the executioner who had already put away his whip and stood on the side of the stairs: "Did I ask you to stop? Beat me, hit me another thirty whips, then cut off the legs of this bastard, throw him out, and give it to the hungry ghosts outside."

There are also poor people in Leijiao City. Especially in winter, they are getting hungry if they have no food source.

Gangdian Ben wanted to plead for Liangdong, but when he heard the last sentence, he was so scared that he quickly bit his lips, which had just loosened a little bit of the gap.

Liangdong suddenly looked up, his eyes full of despair, and he kowtowed desperately regardless of everything. His head hit the ground and made a "bangdong" sound, and he kept begging: "Give me a break... Please give me another chance, and another chance!"

Niu Weibang, who had a fierce expression, stared at Liangdong and gritted his teeth and issued an order: "Drag it out and chop him up now."

Here, he has absolute authority and no one violates it.

Two guards, like wolves and tigers, hurried into the hall, pressed Liangdong's shoulder from left and right, grabbed his arm, and lifted him upside down from the ground, regardless of struggle, dragged him out with irresistible force.

"Wait first." A hoarse voice called the guard.

The door on the right side of the throne of Niu Weibang was pushed open from the inside, and a tall figure nearly three meters walked out. Seeing this, King Leiniu hurriedly left the throne, stood up, bowed to the person who came. The guards in the hall knelt down one after another, and even Liangdong, who had been dragged upside down and had already walked to the door of the hall and was covered in bruises, endured the severe pain and knelt down with the most standard movements.

He was an elderly man. He wore an expensive fur coat with exquisite workmanship, which was significantly different from ordinary barbarian clothing in both style and texture. He was holding a hardwood crutch in his hand and a horned monster with gold texture on the top, but the workmanship was rough and it was difficult to tell what it was.

The tribal throne can only be exclusive to the patriarch. Niu Weibang straightened up and winked at the guard behind the old man. The latter nodded knowingly, and quickly turned around and ran back to the inner room to bring a chair. The old man sat down sideways. He glanced at Niu Weibang with a respectful expression, sighed gently, with obvious dissatisfaction, and said slowly: "If the matter is done, of course you should punish. As the leader of the clan, you must be punished with one word. You should be punished with the punishment and kill it. You should think about it in advance. If you have already punished and feel that it is not enough and want to kill him to vent your anger, how can you win the trust of others in the future?"

Niu Weibang, who was usually arrogant, dared not show off in front of the old man. He lowered his head and bent: "What the national master said is right, I will follow the orders of the national master."

The old man is Wu Peng, a national guru of the Niu tribe. In addition to the extremely noble Niu tribe, he is truly under one person and above ten thousand people.

His face was covered with wrinkles, densely covered with old man spots. Sitting there, he had the aura of a superior who was not angry and powerful. Wu Peng looked at Liangdong, who was kneeling on the edge of the hall, and the wrinkles near his forehead began to concentrate on his eyebrows: "You did a bad job in Mengxiang Village. You fought against 5,000 to 3,000, and in the end, you only caught a hundred and ten deer people. There was no food, no cloth... Humph! If Gangdian hadn't spoken for you, it proved that you had not swallowed things up and down in the middle, you thought you could still live until now?"

Liangdong didn't dare to have any resentment in his heart. He didn't care about the pain in his back and knelt on the ground like pounding garlic and begged repeatedly: "Please be kind to the great master, spare me!"

"The death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be spared." National Master Wu Peng withdrew his gaze from Liangdong in disgust: "Strip off the skin from his left arm, and then demote it to a civilian, and will never be hired."

According to the rules of the northern barbarians, people with status will leave traces on their left arm. Ten heads, hundreds of heads, and thousands of heads... Just like a personal ID card or work permit in the civilized era.

Liangdong, who had just broken free from the shadow of death, was stunned.

For him, this is even more terrible bad news.

Qinglong Village is a big village with a population of over 1,000. The leader is a real head of a thousand people. Once it is peeled and sold, there will be nothing left.

Liangdong kowtowed desperately with even more fierce force, and let out a miserable wail: "Please give me a chance, I will never do this again. I... I will definitely do the things I have assigned, and I will definitely..."

Wu Peng sat quietly on the chair, watching Liangdong kneeling there without saying a word. Until he lost his strength, the skin on his forehead was broken, and his face was covered in blood, he then stood up and sneered with hatred.

"I have been paying attention to Qinglongzhai since three years ago. Liangdong, your village is closest to the Lu people. Logically speaking, you should have frequent contact with them, either exchanged grain for cloth, or hit them, grab people and grab grain. You are fine, staying in Qinglongzhai and doing nothing, thinking about dealing with your own people all day long. In three years, the number of people in Qinglongzhai has not increased, but has become less and less. Of course, each leader has his own management method. You use women to stimulate men and make them more aggressive. I have no objection to this. But what happened? The women in Qinglongzhai have been tossed by you year by year, and now there are only a few hundred men left."

"I have given you the best chance this time." Wu Peng showed a cruel sneer on his lips: "Five thousand troops were sent in Leijiao City, and you will be the leader to capture Mengxiang Village. If you do a good job, I don't mind you swallowing hundreds of women to enrich Qinglong Village. But look, in the end, if you lose troops and generals, what have you brought back to me?"

Liangdong trembled all over, plucked up his courage, and stammered: "...The people from Mengxiang Village opened a new door, and they all ran away from there... I don't know anything... I..."

"Did you grow up eating shit?" Wu Pengcang's hoarse tone sounded particularly low: "After several months of preparation, why didn't you send people to Mengxiang Village to find out the situation? Although the new village gate is not a big project, you can discover it as long as you pay more attention. Tell me, how many spies have you sent out? What news did they bring back to you?"

A large drop of blood slid from the top of Liangdong's head, fell to the tip of his nose, and then slowly fell from this position. He felt his whole heart was filled with fear, leaving no gap.

"The people from Qinglong Village are very good at fighting."

"You are a good soldier, a very good capable person."

"Qinglong Village is a nail that our cattle tribe firmly nails to the border, and can be used to deal with the deer tribe at any time."

Wu Peng turned around with extremely slow movements, raised his wrinkles and looked at Niu Weibang, the king of Lei Niu standing on the side with sarcasm: "You told me all this. I have always believed that the people below talk because they know the facts best and have contacted the most. You are so good, I have recommended such a waste to me!"

Niu Weibang stood stiffly and said nothing.

He himself didn't understand the actual situation.

"We need cloth." The hoarse voice of the national master Wu Peng sounded again in his ears: "Our Niu tribe's territory is located in the northernmost part of the entire continent. It's cold here, and keeping cold is a big problem. It took us a long time to learn to grow cotton from the deer people, and secretly learn to make textile machines... We must admit that the deer people are indeed very talented in this regard. For hundreds of years, they have improved the looms one after another, and their efficiency is several times higher than ours. The deer people have a wise ruler, and several kings have been very smart. The tribe's rules are strict. We can ask them to change their cloth with food, but as long as the looms and technology are involved, there is no negotiation. Your Majesty and I have always wanted to change this situation, and even fight at the same time."

"It would be fine if it was just a deer family. But there were many people behind them. Tiger tribe, Lion tribe, Leopard tribe, Bear tribe... Haha, everyone can't stand my cattle tribe, and they all want to trap us in this ice and snow."

"We can attack the Deer people at any time, but we must never have a full-scale war. There are all brothers within the barbarians, and the biggest enemy is the white people in the south. You should understand this principle, and you must understand it."

"Although Mengxiang Village was captured this time, the overall plan failed. The escaped Deer people will pass the news back. All the villages on their border will be more vigilant. It will be difficult to have similar opportunities. Maybe they will refuse to trade with us next year, and then...ah..."

The hall was silent. Wu Peng felt that he had said enough and was too lazy to continue to look at these wastes who were timid and unable to put forward any new ideas for construction. He held the armrest of the chair and stood up slowly. This simple action suddenly made him feel exhausted. It was completely out of a psychological illusion, not real physical exhaustion. The more this happened, Wu Peng felt sad. The Gathering Cow tribe, the main tribe that guarded the Lock Dragon Pass for hundreds of years, cannot get assistance from other tribes except for the normal supply of military supplies. All tribes are guarding the technical secrets owned by the tribes, and no one is willing to make it public. If this continues, it is only a matter of time before the northern barbarians are completely surpassed by the southern whites.

A guard hurriedly ran into the hall and knelt down on one knee under the steps: "Report to the national master and the king, and the leader of Panshi Village, to ask for a meeting."

"Let him get out!" Niu Weibang, who was at the focus of his anger, couldn't hear any words at this moment. He roared wildly: "Take him thirty whips and drive him out of Thunder Point City."

National Master Wu Peng looked at the guards who came in to report in silence, and a trace of mockery flashed through his eyes.
Chapter completed!