Chapter 134 Should Han people be held at gunpoint?

Author: almost fire

Chapter 134 Should Han people be held at gunpoint?

"The South Vietnamese know best how to deal with the South Vietnamese."

Among the passes where a certain tribe in South Vietnam lives.

A man with a thin body and a thin and hollow cheek was thinking about something to himself.

And in front of him stood a dead corpse with numerous tattoos on his face and strong muscles. You could tell by looking at him that he was a brave man.

It was Barrow, a rare warrior among South Vietnam.

The scene seemed a bit strange. The man stopped thinking, looked at Barrow's body, and saw a dagger.

It was this dagger that penetrated Barrow's heart from behind, killing him with one blow.

The man flicked the dagger with his finger and chuckled:

"Such a warrior was difficult to deal with in the mountains and forests, so he died at home in the end."

"What are you doing?!!"

At this moment, Barnihan went up to the second floor and suddenly saw a man suddenly appearing in his house. With a gun in his hand, he shouted:

"Who are you and why are you here in my house?"

Then, he subconsciously looked forward and happened to see his father's body.

"father?!"

Banihan immediately let out a cry of pain. Instead of rushing forward, he pointed the tip of his gun at the man and gritted his teeth and said:

"You killed my dad??!"

The man faced the spear without any fear on his face. He just waved his hand and said in a relaxed tone:

"Do you think I can kill your father?"

Barnihan looked the man up and down.

With such a thin physique, he really couldn't be his father's opponent. Even his mother might be able to pin him to the ground.

Moreover, although my father has a relatively honest personality, he is even more attracted to the Han Dynasty because of the mutual trade between Han armies these days, and he has a certain fondness for foreigners like the Han people.

But it’s not like you just relax your vigilance around people you don’t know casually.

"go away."

Barneyhan pointed his spear and motioned for the man to step aside.

The man was also very obedient and walked aside quietly.

Barnihan stepped forward to inspect Barrow's body, took out the dagger and took a look, his hands were trembling:

"The Han army's dagger?!"

"Did the Han army do it?!!"

"The Han army is the enemy of Tianzhu God. I have known for a long time that they have no good intentions!"

The man on the side did not leave. Seeing a wooden barrel behind him, he simply sat on it and said:

"The spear in your hand is the spear of the Han army, right?"

"Just now you used this spear to hunt deer, so those who hunted deer were also Han soldiers?"

"How did you know I went deer hunting?"

Barnihan regretted it even more. It would have been better if he had not been in a hurry to hunt deer just now.

Otherwise, my father would not have been killed, and we still wouldn’t know who the murderer was.

The man looks contented:

"When you gritted your teeth just now, you didn't chisel them."

"In this grade, you haven't had a coming of age ceremony yet, so you must have never hunted a deer."

"Looking at the Chinese-style spear in your hand, we can also tell that you started hunting deer after purchasing this spear, right?"

Barnihan calmed down a bit at this time.

At this time, the leaders were all in the Han army camp, participating in the banquet, and they were accompanied by nearly 3,000 tribesmen.

Even if the Han army wanted to take action, they would do so against the leaders attending the banquet.

If you rashly attack the large number of South Vietnamese natives living in the pass, you will only be killed.

After all, the mountains are their home field.

The man continued:

"The furnishings in the house are not messy."

"Obviously, your father did not have any fight with the murderer before he died."

"Moreover, the dagger was inserted from the back of the heart, which means that the murderer took advantage of your father's back to him and did not have much defense to strike suddenly."

"Who do you think your father can trust so much that he can turn his back on him without any defense?"

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Barnihan was silent for a while. The first thing he thought of was his mother.

After all, there was only his father's body in the house, but his mother was not seen.

But I thought that although my parents would complain about each other and occasionally argue, they would never do anything to hurt each other.

Ever since, he thought of another person:

"Bamudan?"

An old friend of his father's, he was also a comrade who fought against the rebellion together five years ago.

In this kind of friendship, one will naturally give the other person's back.

"It's not convenient for me to talk about your family affairs."

The man jumped down from the barrel and patted his belly:

"It's just that now your belly is empty and you happened to hunt a deer."

"I see you have a bronze tripod at home, so why not cook the deer and eat it first, and then think about how to avenge your father."

"you?"

Barnihan was a little unhappy because of the man's excessive frivolity.

But I have to say that the man's words gradually removed his guard.

And one thing is crucial: the man always spoke in South Vietnamese dialect.

"Who are you?"

"I?"

The man glanced outside the house. It was still rainy and he said casually:

"Fu Xuance, an ordinary Han Chinese."

"Fu Xuance? Han Chinese?"

Barnihan frowned.

He has no tattoos or chiseled teeth, but he can speak the South Vietnamese dialect and can find passes in the deep mountains and old forests.

Therefore, he originally thought that this man was the same Han as Zhang Yiping, the more mixed-race he was.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a pure Han Chinese.

The spear in his hand was pointed at Fu Xuance again.

Although he already felt in his heart that Bamudan might have stabbed his father in the back.

But the Han man in front of him appeared at home inexplicably, almost treating his home as his own, with a familiar look, which still made him feel very unhappy.

Fu Xuance raised his hand and showed an innocent expression:

"Your father was killed."

Barnihan held his gun, looking wary, and took a few steps closer:

"so what?"

Fu Xuance did not struggle and said again:

"You know in your heart who did it."

"Know."

Fu Xuance lowered his head and continued:
To be continued...