Du Qi sat on the main seat and looked at Kun Mi who was kneeling on the ground. He said with a smile, "Kun Mi, what do you want to say now? You should be regretting it now. You thought you'd win for sure, but you took a big tumble and became a prisoner yourself. "
Kun Mi raised his head and glared. He gritted his teeth and said, "Du Qi, you captured me. Although you won, you also offended Tufan. Once my Tufan army comes, you'll lose for sure. You'd better let me go now. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences. "
Du Qi smiled after hearing it.
Interesting!
Kun Mi, who was now a prisoner, actually dared to talk nonsense. Was he really blind and couldn't see the situation clearly?
Du Qi said, "Mordor!"
"Present!"
Mordor immediately entered the tent. His burly body was like a small mountain. He stood in front of Kun Mi and immediately made Kun Mi nervous.
Previously, in the battle of Kun Mi Pavilion, only Ma Yuan fought, not Moledo. Now, when Kun Mi saw the pitch-black Mordor with a cold expression and killing intent in his eyes, he was so scared that he shuddered.
Mordor was a killing god.
This was Kun Mi's subconscious judgment.
Du Qi said in a deep voice, "Give Kun Mi ten slaps, five on each side. Let him see the situation clearly."
"Yes!"
Mordor nodded in response.
He pulled Kun Mi up and grinned. He raised his palm and directly slapped him.
Slap!
A loud slap landed on Kun Mi's left cheek. After this slap landed, Kun Mi's left cheek immediately swelled up. A bright red handprint appeared. There was even a trace of blood at the corner of Kun Mi's mouth.
Mordor's strength was simply too strong. The slap made Kun Mi's head dizzy, and his cheeks burned with pain. Before Kun Mi could react, Mordor's palm had already landed again.
Slap! Slap! Slap!!!
A series of slaps rang out.
One slap after another landed. After ten slaps, Kun Mi's face was completely red and swollen, unable to return to its original appearance. His eyes were lifeless, and his face was so swollen that it looked like a pig's head.
When he opened his mouth, his lips turned into a pout.
Her eyes were squeezed into a straight line by her red and swollen cheeks. Her big eyes could not be seen.
Du Qi waved his hand, and Mordor stepped aside. At this moment, Du Qi looked at Kun Mi who was lying on the ground in a daze and said, "Kun Mi, are you awake now? Do you need Mordor to clear your head? "
Kun Mi's eyes were filled with rage.
More than that, there was despair.
All he did was threaten Du Qi with some harsh words, but he was beaten up so badly. Kun Mi rolled his eyes. He thought to himself that he could not go against Du Qi. He might as well learn to be obedient and surrender to Du Qi as soon as possible.
In this way, he could escape the vicious beating.
People in the Central Plains said that it was better to live than to die. He should live first, and then try to steal a warhorse to escape. As long as he was out of the camp, he could return to Tibet in the vast world.
When he returned to Tibet and saw Lang Ri Songzan, he could find an excuse to refuse.
With an idea in mind, Kun Mi no longer hesitated and immediately said, "Ping Xi Wang, I surrender. I'm willing to surrender. Ping Xi Wang has made outstanding military achievements. I'm willing to submit to Ping Xi Wang and serve Ping Xi Wang. "
"Oh, you know how to lie!"
Du Qi looked at Kun Mi, who had been slapped ten times and was so stunned that he sat on the ground, and said, "Mordor, give him another ten slaps."
"Don't, don't!"
Kun Mi spoke loudly.
He did not want to be beaten.
Du Qi did not say anything, and Mordor continued to slap him. With Mordor's great strength, Kun Mi did not even have a chance to struggle and could only be beaten. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! The sound of the slap echoed throughout the tent.
After a while, the ten slaps were finished.
Mordor directly fought to the side.
Kun Mi was completely stunned. He began to see stars and his head was dizzy. He looked at Du Qi in front of him and only felt that Du Qi's figure was swaying gently.
After a long while, Kun Mi recovered. Kun Mi looked at Du Qi. There was no anger in his eyes, and his cheeks were about to go numb. Only panic was left in his mind.
And fear.
Kun Mi was scared by Du Qi's beating.
Because in Kun Mi's eyes, Du Qi was simply temperamental. If he did not surrender, he would be beaten. If he surrendered to Du Qi, he would still be beaten.
It was not appropriate in the end.
Kun Mi kowtowed with his head on the ground and his body prostrated on the ground. He shouted, "Ping Xiwang, I really surrender. I don't want to die. Please spare my life. I will do whatever you say. I will listen to Ping Xiwang's arrangements. "
Du Qi sneered.
Kun Mi was finally honest now.
However, for Du Qi, Kun Mi's current value was mainly used to deter Luo Yansheng and the others in Yiwu City. The next step was to use Kun Mi to deal with Tufan.
On this point, Du Qi was not in a hurry to make a move.
He would detain Kun Mi first.
"Guards!"
Du Qi ordered.
The soldiers entered and bowed to Du Qi.
Du Qi ordered, "Take him away and detain him for this prince. Watch carefully. If Kun Mi escapes, whoever is responsible will be punished. If anything strange happens to Kun Mi, kill him without mercy. "
"Yes!"
The soldiers received the order and escorted Kun Mi away.
Du Qi waved his hand. Mordor also left the tent and stood guard outside. Du Qi sorted out today's matters again. Time passed quickly. When the sky was completely dark, Liu Jian brought food.
After dinner, Du Qi went to the camp to visit the injured soldiers. After a round, he returned to the tent to read for a while and went to bed early.
After all, there was nothing to do now.
The next morning.
Early in the morning, the sun had already risen.
The golden sunlight sprinkled down and shone on the camp, making it seem like the inside and outside of the camp was covered with a layer of golden light. However, the puddles of blood outside the camp had already dried and turned dark purple.
After all, the massacre yesterday was very fierce. Not only was there the blood of the soldiers, there was also the blood of the warhorses.
After waking up, Du Qi did a morning exercise outside the tent and returned to the camp for breakfast. He mainly patrolled the camp in the morning to see the condition of the injured soldiers in yesterday's battle.
Du Qi's reappearance caused the soldiers in the army to be extremely excited. Because Du Qi cared about them and visited them last night. Today, he came to visit them again.
Each and every one of the soldiers was even more loyal to Du Qi.
They felt that following Du Qi was worth it.
Moreover, yesterday, the generals in the army had already announced their meritorious service and said that they would be rewarded for participating in the battle. The soldiers' gratitude to Du Qi was due to many reasons.
Under such circumstances, no matter what kind of enemy was in front of them, as long as Du Qi gave the order, they would dare to charge.
Because it was worth it to risk their lives for Du Qi.
They would not lose out.
Du Qi circled the camp and was just about to return when he heard a soldier report that Liu Zhengxi and his men were about to arrive. At most, they would return to the camp in another fifteen minutes.
When Du Qi heard the news, he smiled and ordered, "They are finally back. Pass down the order, get the army into formation and prepare to welcome our great hero back."
"Yes!"
The soldier received the order and immediately went to inform the soldiers.
The soldiers in the army quickly gathered and organized the army.
More than three thousand elites neatly lined up at the entrance of the camp, standing on both sides. Each of the soldiers was dressed in armor, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, revealing a high fighting spirit.
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