Buzz. An arrow was shot into the neck of the man the child was pointing at.
The Buri people were in an uproar again. They wanted to fight back, but they didn't dare.
"The three of them beat two of our men to death with sticks. They also did that to me."
A woman stepped forward and pointed at three people.
The three of them turned around and ran. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three arrows flew out and hit their backs.
The people of the Buri tribe were less angry and more scared.
They finally realized that the arrows of the Tang soldiers were too accurate. They weren't an ordinary army.
"He, he cut off my elder brother's leg. My elder brother didn't survive."
A man in his twenties took the sword of the man next to him and walked over.
The man's eyes were wide open in anger. He drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and got an arrow in one of his arms and one of his legs. He threw his bow away and knelt down.
The man in his twenties walked over and slashed with his sword. His face was splashed with blood.
One by one, they were pointed out and killed.
Thirty-one people. Thirty-one people of the Buri tribe were killed.
In the past, they had allowed the Great Tang to watch as their people were killed. Now, they would watch as their own people were killed.
"Okay, let's talk about the deal. Redeem our people. Tell them that we are from the Li Family Zhuangzi in Baishui, east of Chang 'an City. We will wait for their revenge at any time."
Li Yin said to Bacharcha when he saw that no one else stepped forward to point out the culprits.
"Dad, Mom, someone has avenged you!" The child from before burst into tears.
For a moment, cries filled the air. The woman who had shouted that she had been "done" by the three of them ran to the side of a villager and stretched out her hand to snatch the knife.
"Are you stupid? Why are you looking for death at this time? You are dead. Do you know how much we spent on this trip? Who will compensate us if you die?
Let me tell you, we bought you with money. You have to do enough work for us. "
The farmer used a little force and grabbed the woman's shoulder with his other hand to reason with her.
Before they came, Dongzhu had said that no one was looking for death.
The woman was stunned. After a few seconds, she said, "Aren't you going to let us go directly?"
"What are you thinking? Go back with the team. And you, "the farmer said and looked at the others.
Some of the people of the Tang dynasty nodded, while others were in a daze.
"Alright, I'm willing to be your slave." A man in his forties declared.
"Slaves? My Zhuangzi is not a slave of the Tang dynasty. You can't be a slave just because you want to. We'll talk about it when we get back. "
The Li Family's slaves in Zhuangzi were treated very well. They could walk around Zhuangzi as they pleased, and they were even given pocket money.
Which family's slave had such a good thing?
On the other side, Bacharcha was talking to the other party's leader about exchanging goods for people from the Tang dynasty.
The leader of the Boli Tribe was dumbfounded. He was angry, helpless, and confused.
He could have just taken her away, so why bother exchanging her?
"Come, look at this soap. When you wash your hands and face …"
Bacharcha, on the other hand, became enthusiastic, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with the current deal.
The people of the Boli Tribe who had lost their loved ones were crying while holding the bodies of their loved ones. The people of the Boli Tribe who had not participated in the bullying of the people of the Tang dynasty had mixed feelings.
It was sad that his men had been killed.
When his men killed the people of the Tang dynasty, didn't the people of the Tang dynasty feel sad?
What happened after that? Didn't the people of the Boli Tribe avenge their loved ones' deaths? They even killed the people of the Tang dynasty for revenge.
"You can also wash yourselves with soap. There's a river nearby. Don't think about jumping into the river. Our Winged Knights are good at swimming."
Li Yin took a few pieces of soap and gave them to his 225 men.
The men and women separated from each other, carefully took off their new clothes, and washed them with soap by the river.
Bacharcha was also demonstrating. He felt nothing for the people who had been killed, including those who had lost their loved ones.
There were also internal conflicts among the Khitans. The tribes fought and killed each other, so they were used to it.
Some killed the adults of the other party's family and raised their children as their sons.
Some killed the men of the other party and raised the women and children together.
For them, there was no right or wrong. Survival was the most important thing.
He took a fancy to the women and children of the men who had just died, wondering if they would become his.
In the end, some people from the study class acted first. They went over and told the people who had lost their loved ones that they were willing to help bury them, and then they would live with their families who had lost their pillar of support.
The other party actually agreed. They had just lost their loved ones, and they immediately began to think about whether they could live or not.
Everyone helped to bury the thirty-one people. There were a total of twenty-six families, and they were divided among the twenty-six classes.
Those people would follow them back to their own tribes and become part of their families.
"I'll exchange three pieces of soap and one piece of soap for each person, plus a catty of green tea leaves.
You're the chief, and you were very cooperative just now. I'll give you a kerosene lamp. If there's no more oil, you can use other things to exchange with the Li Family Zhuangzi in the future. "
Bacharcha asked the people of the Boli Tribe to see the magic of the soap and soap, and then he named the price.
He took another kerosene lamp and a bucket of kerosene, and taught them how to light it and adjust the brightness.
The chief looked and raised the price. "Three pieces of soap, two pieces of soap, and three catties of tea leaves."
"At most two catties of tea leaves." Bacharcha changed the price.
"Okay." The chief agreed, and the two sides made a deal.
He turned his head and lowered his voice. "You're also a Khitan. Why are you helping the people of the Tang dynasty?"
"Because the Tang dynasty can let us live a good life. We can't beat the Tang dynasty." The effect of Bacharcha's learning was obvious.
"Where are they from?" The chief seemed to want to take revenge.
"The Winged Knights, the private army of the Tang Emperors. Each person rides three horses. They train every day, eat meat for every meal, and have the best weapons."
Bacharcha revealed the identity of the Winged Knights. Take revenge. Can you beat the Winged Knights?
"What about the other people of the Li Family Zhuangzi?" The chief remembered, and he could actually speak the language of the Tang dynasty.
"They're more terrifying than the Winged Knights. Zhuangzi's Dongzhu can fly. They can kill people from hundreds of steps away. They can catch people alive if they want to."
When Bacharcha mentioned the Li Yi, his eyes were full of awe.
"Moche is dead. What about the Khitans?" After today's incident, the chief didn't know what the future would be.
"Do business with the Li Family Zhuangzi and the Tang dynasty. We can't fight anymore. The Tang dynasty has become powerful."
Bacharcha had a firm idea. The Li Dongzhu was a good person.
He said he was willing to help the Khitans, and he had always done so.
The twenty-five people finished washing. Their clothes were on, and some parts of their bodies were wet. Their hair was also wet.
But it was hot, so it would dry in a while.
The woman who wanted to commit suicide, after washing, revealed a clean face. She was actually the most beautiful of all of them.
Everyone came back with buckets of water, sat there, and washed the sand off their feet. They waited for it to dry before wearing shoes. They hadn't worn shoes for a long time.
As long as one of them made a pair of straw sandals, he would be robbed by the people of the Boli tribe.
The wheat in the field had been harvested long ago. They planted sorghum, but no soybeans.
They were worried that if they planted soybeans, the Boli tribe would ask them to make tofu again.
It was tiring to work all day.
For them, it was just living every day without a future. They tried their best not to cause trouble for themselves.
But they didn't expect to encounter a magical thing today, and a magical team.
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