Once they had a conflict with the Jingyang people.
The Jingyang people will definitely massacre them.
The leading masked man stopped his horse and looked at the prairie people coldly.
Behind him, all the Jingyang soldiers, their eyes filled with murderous intent, took out their crossbows.
They all felt the murderous intention of the grassland people.
The other party is likely to take action.
Instead of giving them a chance to create chaos.
It's better to strike first.
The masked man slowly raised his hand.
Jingyang's soldiers also nocked arrows and raised their bows, aiming at the grassland herdsmen.
Wait for the masked man to give the order.
They would fire their bows and kill the unarmed herdsmen in front of them.
Although the herdsmen hate them, they can't help but feel a little afraid after sensing their murderous intent.
The crowd became much quieter for a while.
The masked man looked at the herdsmen in front of him and fell into thought.
His hand never put down.
The man is none other than Zhao Xiaole.
Zhao Xiaole collected information about the royal court along the way, and the fastest way was to massacre the herdsmen.
Kill them and get the next tribe's settlement.
Keep killing, keep searching.
You can definitely find the location of the Royal Court and you won't get lost.
He had already received the information just now, so there was no need to kill the remaining people.
If he doesn't kill, the other party will obviously intend to resist.
They won't really do anything to Zhao Xiaole.
What Zhao Xiaole was worried about was that they might tip off and pass news that shouldn't be passed on to other tribes.
His plan to sneak attack the royal court came to nothing.
never mind.
Compassion does not command troops.
They will be killed, and they deserve it.
If they honestly didn't resist, how could I kill them?
Just as he was about to give the order, a lame man suddenly rushed out and shouted in broken Chinese dialect:
"stop!"
"Stop, don't hurt them!"
The lame prairie man quickly rushed to Zhao Xiaole's horse, knelt down and begged for mercy.
He begged Zhao Xiaole: "Please forgive them, they are just ordinary people."
"They can't hurt you."
Prairie Fever has always been proud, and prairie people who will kneel down and plead for mercy will be regarded as a shame to the prairie people.
The person in front of me didn't have any scruples at all.
He was begging for mercy, and his eyes looked very sincere.
Seeing this, the confused grassland people and Jingyang soldiers were stunned.
No one spoke.
Zhao Xiaole put down his hand and asked: "Why do you speak Chinese dialect?"
The man replied: "I am lucky enough to have been to Middle-earth."
Zhao Xiaole nodded, "What's your name?"
"Zaha."
"Zaha? Very good. If you don't want me to kill them, you must agree to a condition. If you can do it, I will let them go."
"Please tell me."
Zhao Xiaole looked up and saw a few eagles flying towards him in the sky.
He pointed at the eagles in the sky and said: "Whoever can shoot them down, I will let everyone go."
Killing the prairie people one by one is a waste of time.
Zhao Xiaole suddenly wondered if he could find the location of the royal court from their memories if he killed a few eagles.
He tried.
My strength is enough, but my accuracy is not enough.
The other Imperial Guardsmen also tried.
The best marksman, shooting vultures is also very difficult.
If you use too much strength, you will lose your accuracy.
The accuracy is sufficient, but the strength is somewhat lacking.
It takes a lot of practice to combine strength and accuracy into one.
Zhao Xiaole had no hope at all.
Just ask casually.
Unexpectedly, Zaha was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then nodded and said: "This is easy, it's just about shooting an eagle."
After saying that, he limped back into the tent.
When passing by the tribesmen, I explained to them in prairie language.
When the tribesmen looked at Zhao Xiaole and others, their eyes were still filled with confusion.
Not long after, Zaha ran out with a bow on his back. He went to the fence again, and after a long time of effort, he climbed onto a skinny horse.
He took off the rope and turned the horse's head towards Zhao Xiaole.
Behind the mask, Zhao Xiaole frowned and looked for a long time. When Zaha came over, he asked coldly:
"You're not going to tell me that you plan to go shooting vultures, are you?"
Zaha nodded, "Yes, sir, please keep your promise. After the villain shoots down the big eagle, let them go!"
He pointed to the tribesmen behind him.
Zhao Xiaole did not respond and said to the soldiers behind him: "Follow him. If he wants to escape, I will kill him on the spot."
"yes."
Several Jingyang soldiers rode forward and surrounded Zaha.
Zaha said nothing more, tightened his horse's rope, and chased towards the position of the eagles. Behind him, several Jingyang soldiers immediately followed on horseback.
Zhao Xiaole's eyes were also on Zaha.
I saw him galloping quickly onto the grassland, looking for a position upwind, and rushed to a high slope.
Zhao Xiaole thought he would hit a high slope before shooting.
Unexpectedly, before the horses reached the high slope, Zaha took out an arrow and bit it in his mouth.
He tied the reins around his waist again.
The body slowly leaned back, relying on the reins to maintain balance.
The distance between the horse and the eagle is getting closer and closer.
Zaha took out the arrow, bent his bow and nocked the arrow, his body was almost parallel to the back of the galloping horse, he took a slight aim, and then fired an arrow into the sky.
The arrow seemed to have some kind of magic power, and he went straight up leisurely, chasing the giant eagle in the sky.
Whoosh.
The arrow hit a large eagle in the middle.
The big eagle whined and fell straight down from the sky.
Upon seeing this, Zaha put away his bow and ran towards the location where the big eagle fell.
"good--!"
In the distance, the prairie people burst into loud shouts.
One arrow shot down an eagle.
Zaha's shooting skills are also an incredible marksman on the grassland.
If it weren't for the disability in his legs, he would have shaken the grasslands long ago.
Not just them.
Jingyang's soldiers were also dumbfounded.
Zhao Xiaole let them all try it.
No one can hit it.
What is the concept of a lame man on the grassland easily shooting down a large eagle?
Not long after, Zaha carried the big eagle and galloped towards Zhao Xiaole.
The time is just right.
After Zaha threw the big eagle on the ground, Zhao Xiaole began to read the big eagle's memory.
Unexpectedly, he succeeded.
The memory of the big eagle appeared before his eyes.
Most of them are overlooking pictures.
Zhao Xiaole searched carefully, is there any picture of the royal court?
He couldn't find it, and the direction was almost confirmed.
When he looked up, he found Zaha who was panting and nervous, waiting for his judgment.
If the other party is unhappy, he will probably kill them all.
Zhao Xiaole laughed and said: "Zaha, your archery skills are very good, you can go with me."
"Where are they?" Zaha pointed to the tribesmen.
Zhao Xiaole said: "If you are willing to leave, I will let them go. If you are not willing, I will not change my mind."
With Zaha, he can just go all the way and shoot the Condor.
No need to keep looking for tribes.
His whereabouts are still kept secret.
If Zaha is unwilling to cooperate, he can only use the old method.
The old method is a bit stupid.
Who's to say it's invalid?
Zaha hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Little...little man, I understand."
