Ding Ling could understand the language of Wuxian people. They spoke Sichuan dialect similar to the slightly detached dialect in the southwest.

The ancient generals were not like modern times, with their badges and collars that could identify their official positions. But the clues can also be seen from the armor on their bodies... Generally speaking, those who wear armor on their bodies, then wear cloaks and hold swords are usually senior generals.

And now, a group of unkempt and disheveled generals stood in front of Ding Ling.

"Do you understand what I say?" Ding Ling asked the dozen defeated generals in front of him with Sichuan voice.

These people nodded and looked at him with hesitation and fear.

Everyone knows that the great wizard, who seemed like a god, was killed by this man and a little girl... Although they are senior generals, they are not practitioners. They do not know Ding Ling's realm and true strength.

And now standing beside him was this beautiful girl like a fairy, and she was even more fierce.

"Who can tell me who is the highest official position in you?"

Seeing these people looking at each other, Ding Ling asked in a different way: "Who can represent you three hundred thousand prisoners?"

A dozen people looked at each other again, and then a middle-aged man with a tragic look on his face stood up even though his hair was scattered, and he bowed to Ding Ling and said, "The last general can represent it."

When Ding Ling heard this word, he frowned slightly!

This self-proclaimed person did not exist in ancient times!

Feng Wanxue also noticed the enemy general's claim. She thought for a while and said softly: "Where is the general's position? How dare you ask for your surname?"

After being asked so kindly by Feng Wanxue, the middle-aged general was slightly stunned and still clasped his fists and said, "Why should a defeated general dare to speak out about his official position? The last general Jia Zhang is appointed as General Zhengnan."

"General Zhengnan?" Feng Wanxue frowned: "Is it an official position in the Han Dynasty?"

When he heard Feng Wanxue say about the Han Dynasty, the middle-aged general Jia Zhang was shocked! He said in surprise: "Aunt... Shangguan is a general sent by the Han Dynasty?"

Ding Ling and Feng Wanxue were both stunned!

General Zhengnan, this is an official position that only exists in the Han Dynasty! Then, when the general Zhengnan actually asked if he was the heavenly soldiers and generals of the Han Dynasty... Then, at least he knew about the Han Dynasty. He also thought that the Han Dynasty had not been destroyed!

So, didn’t the Wuxian people enter here since the Han Dynasty?

Feng Wanxue took a deep breath, her eyes narrowed, and she looked directly at the general Zhengnan and asked slowly: "Since you asked me that I am from the Han Dynasty... Then, I guess you are from the Han Dynasty too?"

Jia Zhang said in a humble and arrogant manner: "We are from Wu Xian."

Feng Wanxue said lightly: "I know that Wuxian people are located in Wushan. You can hear that you are from Jiangzhou by your accent. Of course, now our name is Chongqing. What I want to ask is, when did you come to Youxutian from this year?"

Jia Zhang shook his head: "The last one will not stop, and the ancestors have never mentioned it."

Ding Ling asked, "Then what is your responsibility here?"

"Guarding the Temple of the Protector."

Ding Ling and Feng Wanxue looked at each other, and the two nodded at the same time.

Sure enough, that's right.

This legend of Wuxian Kingdom only existed in ancient times. Because more historical materials could not be found, it was always regarded as a legend. However, they actually existed, and they directly moved into Youxutian during the Han Dynasty.

You know, it was almost two thousand years ago. Such a long time is enough to make history forget that they have appeared.

No wonder Bai Ze didn't meet the Wu Xian people when he went to find the immortals in the Protection Temple to fight one-on-one. When he slept for thousands of years, he met the Wu Xian master... As a result, he was beaten to the ground for teeth looking for his teeth.

"Okay, today I'm going to ask you, mainly about the problems of so many prisoners. You come up with a plan and let's see how to solve it."

When Jia Zhang heard Ding Ling say this, he looked at him in surprise.

Not only Jia Zhang, but other officers also looked at Ding Ling in surprise and panic.

In their understanding, when can the defeated generals come up with a plan? And they are facing the barbarians... Well, although Ding Ling and Feng Wanxue don't look like the barbarians, their soldiers are indeed barbarians! Those giants, those dwarves, those fishmen...

Jia Zhang's eyes flashed for a moment, and he asked tentatively: "Do you really want us to propose a plan?"

Ding Ling nodded: "Nonsense. Do you want me to kill you all?"

When everyone heard Ding Ling's words, they all shuddered. Killing... It was indeed the style of the barbarians!

Jia Zhang took a breath and whispered: "Can Shangguan let us go back?"

Ding Ling was happy: "It's okay to let you go back. But 300,000 people... this may not work."

At this time, Feng Wanxue said, "Ding Ling, why not do this? First, I will draw a piece of land for them and then let them open a wasteland. You can't let them eat free food, right? When we capture the protection hall, we will let them restore the country."

Hearing Feng Wanxue casually saying that he captured the protection hall, different expressions immediately appeared on the faces of the dozen generals.

Ding Ling smiled and said, "What? Don't you believe we can capture the protection hall?"

Jia Zhang turned around and glared at the other generals, took a breath and said, "It's so good. The general will thank Shangguan for not killing for his 300,000 brothers."

Ding Ling nodded: "It's okay not to kill, but don't think about causing trouble for me, otherwise... I don't mind letting Xiangliu Dashe come out to talk to you."

"Someone will come to contact you later, so you can wait here first."

After Ding Ling finished speaking, he and Feng Wanxue summoned the spirit sword at the same time, and after a moment, he flew out of the prisoner-of-war camp with the sword.

Watching the two of them leave, the remaining generals were immediately in an uproar!

One of them stepped forward and said, "General Jia, what do they mean? Do you want to keep us?"

"General Jia, are these two people really the generals of the Han Dynasty? Is it almost over these two thousand years that the Han Dynasty has not yet perished? It is really the foundation for thousands of generations?"

"General Jia, are we just waiting for death? I just looked at it and there were not many people guarding us..."

"General Jia..."

Jia Zhang was so upset that he waved his hand and everyone behind him immediately fell silent.

His brows frowned deeply, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

As a Confucian general, Jia Zhang's cultural knowledge has always been the most proud and proud of. Obviously, these two people are not mortals, whether in terms of their skills or their clothes.

Not an ordinary person.

Jia Zhang's wife and daughter are good at red and textiles, so he could also see how high-end the clothes Ding Ling and Feng Wanxue were wearing.

Besides, when he was on the battlefield, he had picked up weapons from coalition soldiers.

Almost every long knife made of fine steel is cut like mud!

Even if Wu Xianguo spreads the whole country, he can build thousands of weapons!

But the Jiuli Alliance Army, a mob that was completely united by the barbarian tribe, actually used this weapon by almost every soldier!

This... is so scary!
Chapter completed!