A high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and thick golden hair.
It is somewhat similar to the Rakshasa people, but not as ferocious as the Rakshasa people.
Bang.
The Western prisoner who had his pipa bone chained was placed in the crook of his leg by the soldier responsible for escorting him, and he knelt in front of Di Xin.
"Bold, don't kneel down when you see His Highness the Crown Prince."
After the kick, the soldier wanted to add another kick, but Di Xin stopped him with a wave of his hand.
He had no interest in abusing prisoners.
Moreover, this Westerner may not be able to understand Dali Mandarin.
Xizi was still sleeping in the house, so Di Xin simply had a chair brought in. After sitting down, his eyes moved from the blood-stained pipa bones to the faces of the Western captives.
Or red and blue eyes.
It does add a touch of coquettishness.
The kneeling person was obviously not used to Di Xin's eyes that looked at the goods, and a hint of sullenness flashed across his face.
"Tell me, what's your name? What position do you hold?"
Just as the captive turned his head awkwardly, he heard a standard Western sentence in his ears.
He turned around in surprise and found that the person who spoke was the person sitting on the Grand Master's chair.
Although he was a prisoner, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
It's not that he has never met people from Dali, and he has even met many people from Dali who understand Western language, but he has never seen any person from Dali who can speak Western to such a standard.
Of course, the same applies to Westerners speaking Dali Mandarin.
Perhaps he was shocked by such standard Western language. He didn't want to speak at first, but he couldn't help but asked in Western language: "Who are you?"
But the inexplicable look in his eyes showed that he had already made a guess.
Di Xin chuckled and directly confirmed his guess.
"As you can imagine, Gu Zheng is the current crown prince of Da Li."
After pausing for a while, he teased: "You are really the only target this time."
The person on the Grand Master's chair is Prince Dali.
The person who knelt down did not show any surprise, but the words after the pause made his expression change.
"How do you know..."
After subconsciously speaking half a sentence, he quickly stopped talking, but the look in his eyes towards Di Xin completely changed.
This expedition of Dashi's army was not for expansion of territory, but for the sake of His Highness, the trusted Crown Prince of Dali.
Even within Dashi, few people knew about this matter.
No, to be precise, only three people know.
The Emperor of the Empire, the commander-in-chief of this expedition, and his deputy commander.
Even this raid by sea was in the name of raiding the Dali Bridgehead Camp. According to external reports, His Royal Highness was just one of the more important targets.
It is impossible for the three of them to spread this secret, so the idea of a traitor is untenable.
But in this case, how did the Prince of Dali know that their target was him?
Looking at the frightened eyes of the kneeling man, a smile flashed in Di Xin's eyes.
"How did Gu know?"
He smiled, deliberately crossed his legs, and asked in a meaningful tone: "Can you take a guess?"
This time, the man stopped talking.
He couldn't guess, but he didn't dare to guess randomly. Looking at Di Xin's expression, the idea that had just been denied resurfaced again.
Is there really a traitor among your Majesty and the commander-in-chief?
This is impossible, they are brothers, how could they betray each other?
He denied the conjecture in his heart over and over again, but he did not notice that he was becoming more and more inclined to that conjecture.
After all, that is the throne above tens of millions of people!
His face looked as if a palette had been knocked over at this moment.
The smile in Di Xin's eyes got even bigger, but he sat back, waved his hands, and said with a hint of boredom: "That's all, you can't guess the left and right. You're about to die anyway, so it's good to be a little confused."
He said nonchalantly: "As for your identity, I don't care about the identity of a dying person."
Then, Di Xin said in Dali Mandarin: "Pull him down and keep him under strict supervision."
"yes!"
A soldier took the order, reached out and grabbed the iron chain that locked the man's lute bone, and pulled hard.
"hiss……"
In pain, the deputy commander-in-chief of the West, whose cultivation had been banned, stood up uncontrollably and was dragged away by others.
But before leaving, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Don't you want to ask about anything except my identity?"
"joke."
Di Xin chuckled and said, "What do you want to know? Do you need to ask a prisoner?"
"Do you think today's failure is just a coincidence?"
Then he said nothing and waved his hand to pull the person down.
But before he was completely pulled away, Di Xin saw that the man's face turned completely pale.
This time, the smile in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
But that person can’t see it anymore.
…
Xizi just took a nap, then woke up and went back to his room.
Di Xin's ray of divine soul power can only temporarily relieve the fatigue of the divine soul. To recover, you still need to adjust your breath.
Di Xin also consumed a lot of soul power during this period, but he did not adjust his breath.
His fatigue was not caused by his soul, but by his body that had endured the output of the soul's power for a month. He could not even recover from the load caused by it through cultivation, and could only cultivate slowly with his own recovery power.
This battle seems simple, but it's really not that easy.
Di Xin did not personally go out to rescue Xizi at that time. Firstly, he was the real target of Dashi. Secondly, because of his body, even if he went to rescue Xizi, it would only cause trouble.
Although his cultivation has not disappeared, during this period he has to try his best to be an ordinary person just like he did a few years ago when he pretended that his foundation was destroyed.
Otherwise, he might eliminate himself before Dashi can attack him again.
But fortunately, he didn't need to do anything himself among the army.
And as long as you don't use your cultivation at will, then nothing will happen.
Of course, small tricks such as using a ray of divine soul power to adjust Xizi's breath will not affect him.
Three hours later, Song Qianwei returned with her troops.
Also brought back were the bodies of the several Dali scouts.
After confirming that all enemy scouts had been cleared, Di Xin ordered the corpses to be disposed of, and then ordered all armies to prepare supplies and set off on the seventh day.
As for this camp, since it has completed its mission, it is naturally time to abandon it.
Of course, the most important reason is that the depth of the water becomes shallower as it gets closer to the shore. Under the sea area where the previous ships docked, after the ships of the two fleets sank, they piled up into a hill on the seabed.
When Xizi returned, he came from the wreckage of the ship. The highest point was even less than half a meter from the sea.